The Crazy Son-In-Law

Song Qingshan was ignorant, but that didn’t affect his admiration for Xiao Shun. He had only known about Xiao Shun’s extraordinary medical skills, never having imagined that he was also a practitioner.

At this time, Song Linger had also walked over, diligently pouring tea for the three of them.

“Linger, how are you progressing with the skills Mr. Xiao taught you?” Song Qingshan asked with a smile, looking at her.

“Let me tell you, Uncle Qingshan, you are definitely not my match now,” Song Linger said, tilting her small face up proudly.

Song Qingshan was her uncle, but they were of similar age. Therefore, she had never treated Song Qingshan as an elder and spoke without much restraint.

“Is that so? How about a little spar?” Song Qingshan said.

“Bring it on!” Song Linger rolled up her sleeves, tilted her little head, and looked confident of winning.

“Linger, be gentle. Don’t hurt your Uncle Qingshan,” Xiao Shun teased after taking a sip of tea.

“Okay, I’ll go easy on him,” Song Linger replied seriously.

“Mr. Xiao, after I defeat your disciple, shall we have a contest?” Song Qingshan said, looking more relaxed after Xiao Shun’s joke.

“I’m afraid you won’t have the chance,” Xiao Shun said with a smile.

Song Qingshan raised an eyebrow dismissively. He knew about Song Linger’s basic martial arts skills; even if she had made rapid progress in the past few months, how far could she have come?

He took off his jacket, neatly placing it on the chair, revealing a light gray shirt underneath. He walked toward Song Linger.

“Uncle Qingshan, fists and feet have no eyes. Be careful,” Song Linger said with a grin.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

In the past, when she sparred with Song Qingshan, her skills were just fancy moves in his eyes. However, in just a few months, Song Linger had completely transformed into a Foundation phase practitioner. This was not just rapid progress, but a wholly new level of skill.

“Come on, let’s see what you’ve learned from Mr. Xiao recently. You even dare to be arrogant in front of your uncle…” Song Qingshan said, not acting like an uncle at all.

However, before his words had fully left his lips, a white figure flashed in his sight. In the blink of an eye, a small, fair, and delicate fist seemed to appear out of thin air in front of his nose, followed by a gentle gust of wind brushing his cheek.

Song Linger obviously hadn’t used her full strength, or this punch could have decided the outcome. It was fast, too fast. He didn’t even have time to react.

This can’t be possible!

Song Qingshan quickly retreated two steps to increase the distance, reaching out to grab Song Linger’s wrist.

“Trying to use grappling techniques again? They won’t work now.”

Song Linger retracted her fist, quickly twisted her body, and a fierce roundhouse kick came whistling with a gust of wind.

Song Qingshan hurriedly blocked with his bent arm, took a step forward, and threw a punch at Song Linger with his left hand.

She slightly sidestepped, and Song Qingshan’s punch missed, barely grazing past her nose.

Song Qingshan was using a common military combat technique, which prioritized clean, ruthless, and decisive moves to subdue the enemy.

Song Linger’s steps were peculiar, unpredictable, and her attacks always avoided vital areas, leaving some strength in reserve. For a while, it was a back-and-forth without a clear winner.

“This kind of sparring is pointless. You’re both holding back, what kind of sparring is this?” Duan Jia shook his head after watching for a while.

“Why don’t you spar with Linger? You can handle it,” Xiao Shun said with a smile.

“Am I sick? Why would I go looking for a beating?”

“Linger, show your Uncle Qingshan your real strength. Stop playing,” Duan Jia shouted at the two of them.

No sooner had the words fallen than Song Qingshan saw Song Linger turn into a white shadow, flashing past him. Immediately, a series of crackling sounds exploded in the air. A storm-like force swept past him, his clothes clinging tightly to his body, creating an illusion that they could tear at any moment. His face felt as though it had been sliced by a knife, a sudden sting.

It took Song Qingshan a good two or three seconds to react, and by that time, Song Linger was already sitting on a chair, smiling at him. He turned around, stunned, and stammered, “What is this…”

“This is the skill Master taught me,” Song Linger replied.

Song Qingshan gazed at Xiao Shun, then ran excitedly up to him, “Mr. Xiao, can you teach me a few tricks as well?”

“You’re usually with the team, you probably don’t have much time,” Xiao Shun looked up at him. Song Qingshan’s qualifications were mediocre, but he wasn’t completely unsuitable for practicing martial arts.

Song Qingshan seemed disappointed, “True, I just completed a mission and happened to be passing Oakland. I took three days off to visit, otherwise I really wouldn’t have much time in Stillwater.”

“What mission?” Song Linger blinked curiously.

Song Qingshan’s expression dimmed slightly, he hesitated before saying, “We live in the heartland, where peace and prosperity seem ever-present. But in places unseen by most, there’s still bloodshed. People are sacrificing every day.”

“This time our Wolf Claws Special Operations Team was tasked to block an enemy violating our border. Due to an intelligence error, we encountered not ordinary enemies, but a group of practitioners. They lacked sophisticated modern equipment but were elusive, particularly in the deep forests of the borderlands where our firepower was at a disadvantage.”

“Our small team, eight people, only I survived…”

Song Qingshan choked up. Xiao Shun and the others exchanged glances. Xiao Shun patted his shoulder comfortingly, “It’s good that you’re alive. You should rest now that you’re back.”

“I want to avenge my comrades, can you help me, Mr. Xiao?”

Men’s tears are not easily shed, but they flow at the depth of grief. Song Qingshan’s eyes were red, a clear tear swirling in his eyes. He couldn’t forget the sight of his comrades falling one by one in front of him.

“Do you know who they were?” Xiao Shun asked, frowning.

“It was only after I returned that I found out. The intruders were an underground organization called Evil Eyes, reportedly containing powerful practitioners who sustain their operations by selling information. Their entry must have been to acquire some piece of information. They were supposed to be the target of Dragon Court, but our team stumbled upon them, suffering heavy losses.”

“What is Dragon Court?” Xiao Shun asked again.

Song Qingshan pondered for a moment, presumably weighing whether the question asked was classified information.

“Dragon Court is a mysterious elite team composed of our country’s top practitioners. Its purpose is to counter foreign practitioner organizations infringing on our territory, especially those with powerful practitioners. Some members of Dragon Court are as powerful as a well-equipped special operations team of seven or eight people like us.”