Demon King's Repayment - chapter 9

After Yuan Xiang stayed for days, she learned that the body of the elder sister was really frail. She stayed at home all day and only in her bedroom. Shifu respected and loved her very much. He also served all three meals a day in her bed and also the rest of trivial matters that can be done. 

Probably because of lack of energy, her temperament was freezing. She was reluctant to speak and had no interest in anything. Except for the day when she first arrived, Yuan Xiang barely spoke to her. She did not expect her to offer to teach her literacy.

From then on, Yuan Xiang learned the words for half an hour with Yun Niang every day. Then learned some five-element secret techniques, such as qi collection and body refining, heavenly secret determination and so on from Yu Yao.

Yun Niang’s lectures were very strict, but they were step by step and easy to understand.

Yu Yao taught very casually. He had no rules at all and acted arrogantly and recklessly. Sometimes he held a handful of yarrows in his hand and taught her the number of heaven and earth in the grass. Sometimes the incense was lit in a serious manner to show Yuan Xiang the process of performing amulets and singing mantras. From the pure and orthodox crape myrtle (tree) fight to the taboo trick of victory. To think of it, there was no taboo and it didn’t matter how because Yuan Xiang couldn’t understand it.

After eating too early every day, Yuan Xiang went into Yun Niang’s room to greet her. Yun Niang would get up from the bed, put on her clothes, loosely roll up her hair into a bun and sit by the window to teach her how to write.

Shiniang’s hands were very cold just like her voice but she taught her with great care. She often held Yuan Xiang’s hand to guide her to write beautiful characters with a brush.

Yuan Xiang felt something cold on the back of her hand and she couldn’t help but to worry about the physical condition of the big sister. Shifu’s skills were so good that people often travel far and wide to come to him to beg for a magic talisman saying that it could cure the disease.

However, his wife had the disease that even Shifu was helpless against.

Yuan Xiang felt a little guilty as the seriously ill lady still spent half an hour giving her lectures every day. As a result, she became more motivated, immersed herself in studying hard, and coupled with her own foundation, could be regarded as having a rapid progress in literacy.

The method Yuan Xiang used to study was the practice she had developed when she prepared for the college entrance examination during three years in high school. After all, the subjects she had to study were numerous and difficult to understand. The teacher who taught her was a bit unreliable, so she could only attend classes, take notes carefully, organize them by herself after class, consult books, compare and understand.

Yun Niang, pleased with her academic achievements in cultural studies, finally began to show a smile or two on her cold face, occasionally praising her progress stingily.

Yu Yao was worried. He felt that his young disciple was at the age of playing and that she shouldn’t be studying hard day and night. What he said the most was, “Why don’t you go out to play Xiang’er?”

Worrying that his apprentice didn’t have a playmate, he often greeted every neighbor with good children. That way, the little monkey would make new friends without any scruples. Aunt Wu’s eldest girl and Chen’s Tie Niu would swarm in and take Yuan Xiang to play.

Shifu, looking very pleased, would always be by the door fence as he waved, “Play well. Remember to come back for lunch on time. I’ll make your favorite bamboo sun pheasant soup today.”

Yuan Xiang expressed helplessness for her Shifu’s care. She didn’t want to play with these six or seven-year-old children. She really just wanted to study hard.

Shifu’s hospitality was difficult to reject and the friends he found for her were too enthusiastic. She had no choice but to reduce her IQ to a level of a child and happily join the army to play with mud and birds.

Miao: 

Shiniang: Master’s wife. Like a mother {niang: mother}

The Chen family’s eldest, Tie Niu, climbed on a tall jujube tree while the little friends under looked at him with expectant eyes, their necks held up, making him feel a little proud.

He quietly glanced at the sister Xiang’er of Mr. Yu’s house. When she first came, this sister looked yellow and thin. After being raised in Shifu’s house for two years, her cheeks were bulging, her skin was white and she was very pretty. The children in this alley did not like to play with her. Maybe it was because she was studying under her Shifu that she and the children here were not the same. She never made herself dirty nor did she cry and always wore clean clothes and smiled sweetly. But if Xiang’er wanted to make trouble, no one could escape her teasing.

Tie Niu plucked the branches adorned with jujubes and threw them into the hands of a little friend. The crooked jujubes were a bit ugly but they were sweet and were one of the children’s favorite snacks. With hidden selfishness, he aimed at the branch with the most and fullest fruits and threw it into Yuan Xiang’s hands.

Yuan Xiang, under the tree, looked up at the children picking fruits from the top. Her real childhood was actually spent in various interest classes with expensive tuition.

High-end cars, full-time drivers, and tightly packed schedules, rushing back and forth everyday to the way to various courses. She hardly remembers any entertainment time.

Unexpectedly, after she’s in her 20’s and in her new life, she could relax and get a carefree and playful childhood.

At this moment, standing beside Yuan Xiang was a black figure several times taller than them. It was Yuan Xiang who saw him on the bridge when she came to town on the first day of the year. The children who were busy grabbing the jujube could not see it.

A tall man with broad shoulders and a small black head and a big demon with vertical eyes on his head, mixed in within the group of children, looking forward as he watched the child on the tree threw the fruit down.

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