Ren Yue had begun her seclusion on the third day of the seventh month. According to the original plan, she would need about ten years.
But by the sixth month, Pan Lei could no longer wait. He took his son up Peaceful Peach Mountain and waited outside the cave where she was in seclusion.
Their ancestor, Ren Changsheng, did not take issue with them, though he did not meet them either. The "attendants" remembered to bring them food at mealtimes, and were quite friendly.
Life on the mountain was dull. There were hardly any books, so apart from eating and sleeping, they could only pass the time by practicing martial arts and chatting.
Pan Long was curious about the way these people trained. The fist art they practiced was the almost universally known Great Emperor's Hundred Victories Fist, a technique with a resounding reputation that was said to have been created by Di Jiazi himself. But honestly, it was just a set of simple movements for stretching muscles and loosening joints. In essence, it was not much different from group calisthenics.
Pan Long knew the technique too, of course. The first martial art he had learned as a child was the Great Emperor's Hundred Victories Fist.
For a long time, he had gone through the routine before his daily training to loosen up, just as one would do a warm-up.
The technique was so widespread that if it truly hid some secret, someone would have found it long ago. Pan Long certainly did not think it held any secrets. What secrets could a calisthenics routine have? "The Times Are Calling"? Or "Where the Sun First Rises"?
"The way they practice is strange." On another day, father and son sat a short distance from the cave, watching the men and women