The mountain depicted on this painting is Wudang Mountain, and the person who painted it is none other than the biological father of the body he is using today. Music-Text-

Qiao Heng carefully observed the painting in his hand.

The brushwork is refined, the light makeup is just right, and the majesty is dangerous, and it is an outstanding painting in every way. However, Qiao Heng did not choose to hang it on the wall, but meticulously re-rolled it into a tube and put it on the bookshelf, he did not intend to show it at all, just like his unsightly identity now.

If he hadn't been afraid of being involved with Wudang Mountain, he wouldn't have lived here incognito.

He pulled over a chair and sat down, his thoughts drowsy.

In a trance, I fell into a light dream.

He stood at the bow of the boat with his sword in hand, the bottom of the boat was a tumbling river, the clammy wind was obsessed with the hem of his clothes, and the blood was gradually accumulating under his feet. The hull of the ship shook, and he fell straight into the river. The turbid river covered him from all sides, and he stared blankly at the top, obviously still conscious, but as if he had given up the struggle, he let the river swallow him.

In the village, I don't know whose dog barked wildly.

Qiao Heng woke up from a light sleep, and the moisture of the river in his dream seemed to linger between his noses. It was a dream, a part of the memories that were too long ago in his mind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the fool in black was still standing in the room.

When he first picked up this person from the river, he knew at a glance that the scars on this person's body were scratched by water, grass, sand and stones. He saw that this person had lost all his memories after waking up, and he was as ignorant as a child in the face of this world, and he was reminded of the tragic situation of this person for a long time, and he felt some empathy, so he simply left this person by his side.

"Aman, you should also go and rest. Qiao Heng said softly.

This person has an empty body of internal strength, but he can't exert half a point, and his brain is dull, so Qiao Heng directly named him Aman. He had tried to teach him how to use these internal forces, but Ah Man couldn't learn it, and gradually, Qiao Heng had to let go of this matter.

Ah Man has such a good internal strength, whether it is accumulated by his own martial arts practice, or by his elders, or by taking pills to grow, it is not an easy task, and he still has a bit of status in the rivers and lakes.

Once reduced to this, I don't know what enemies I provoked.

Maybe this person acted above board before the accident, and he was one of the few leaders in the righteous path of martial arts, maybe this person was notorious and notorious, and everyone shouted and beat him, but Qiao Heng didn't know about these things, and he didn't care, and he didn't want to care.

This is a somewhat selfish psychology - I don't care about your past, I just hope that in the future, there will be people who don't care about "my" past and look at "me" with all their hearts.

Qiao Heng observed the scars on Aman's skin and said, "I see that the color of the scars on your body is getting lighter, you have been paying attention to your food recently, and don't expose yourself to the sun." Although you are particularly good at self-recovery with internal strength, it is not a bad thing to pay more attention to things in ordinary times. He spoke slowly, hoping that the other party would understand him.

Aman's fingers moved.

Qiao Heng said again: "Okay, you go and rest." ”

It was rare for the young man in black to understand his words word for word, and he said, "Okay." His voice was dry and rough, unusually unpleasant. However, it was much better than it was at first, and at first, he couldn't even speak out loud.

......

On Wudang Mountain-

Yu Lianzhou erased the word "Zhu" written by Zhao Min, he looked at Zhao Min with a gaze like a knife, and asked, "Can you be sure?"

Zhao Min said categorically: "It's him!"

"Do you have any news about Wuji's whereabouts now?" Yu Lianzhou asked what he was most concerned about.

Zhao Min naturally didn't know, if she knew, she wouldn't have gone directly to Wudang Mountain to ask for help. Although Zhang Sanfeng doesn't mind her identity, she has never been afraid of gossip in the rivers and lakes, but she is not a fool, on the contrary, she is smart and elf, good at ingenuity, and strategy, so she naturally knows that her identity is embarrassing, and she is sensitive to the fact that many people in the Wudang faction do not like her, in order not to let Wuji and his elders be in a dilemma, if there is nothing important, she does not walk around the mountain lightly.

It didn't take long for Zhao Min to go up the mountain for Zhang Wuji, and even Song Yuanqiao, who had stepped down as the head disciple and concentrated on studying Taijiquan since the incident of Song Qingshu, also knew.

Zhang Sanfeng is in retreat, his martial arts have been perfected, everything is not in his heart, he doesn't know when this retreat will come out, and Yu Lianzhou is currently acting as the head of the house. However, Yu Lianzhou's time to become the acting head of the house is still short after all, and Song Yuanqiao has been dealing with many mundane things in Wudang before, Yu Lianzhou is worried about Zhang Wuji, he is calm and rational, and he knows that this matter can not be handled by himself, so he directly gathered all the brothers together to discuss how to find Wuji.

"Wuji has a bad fate, how long has it been running, why did he suffer again. Yin Liting's heart was pure and soft, and when he heard that something had happened to Wuji, he couldn't help but redden.

Yu Lianzhou persuaded: "Sixth brother, you can relax, I think there is a big opportunity in this kid Wuji, which time he has an accident, didn't he turn the danger into a disaster in the end? The words were like this, but his heart was no easier than Yin Liting. Zhang Wuji once suffered because outsiders bullied him for being young and weak, and now Zhang Wuji can't even compare to him as a master and uncle with his own force, but he still has an accident like this, how can this be reassuring?

After several discussions, they finally decided to leave the Wudang faction secretly to see if they could find any traces of Mowgli. Of course, not everyone left Wudang. Nowadays, the shape of the rivers and lakes is changeable, and it is best for the junior disciples not to get involved in the outside world, and a few of their elders have to leave a few people to sit in Wudang.

Therefore, the final candidates who decided to go out were Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting.

Yu Daiyan was paralyzed in bed for many years, and later through Zhao Min's black jade intermittent ointment to be able to break bones and renew, after a period of recovery, finally recovered the seven or eight success of the past, Yu Lianzhou intended to take this opportunity to let the third brother go down the mountain, so that he could express the depression that had been pent up in his heart for many years, and regain the spirit of the past.

Yin Liting took the initiative to ask for help.

However, Yu Lianzhou hesitated, but decided not to let the sixth brother go, he said to Song Yuanqiao: "Now the outside world is unpredictable, the sixth junior brother's temperament is really not suitable to step into the rivers and lakes at this time, the third brother has just recovered his skills, it is better to have someone to take care of it, senior brother, I still have to bother you this time." ”

Yu Lianzhou looked at the elder brother who was getting thinner and thinner, and sighed secretly in her heart. The elder brother is elegant, gentle and polite, and has a gentlemanly demeanor, and since the death of his parents, there has been a depressed color between his eyebrows, and his humble temperament has become more indifferent.

Song Yuanqiao didn't object, he just responded in a calm voice: "It's okay." ”

......

As the sky got dark, Qiao Heng lit a candle. He guarded the flame in one hand and the candlestick in the other, and he walked around the chair to place the candlestick on the desk.

He took out a palm-sized bamboo paper knife and carefully cut a large piece of rice paper to the right size. Then he lifted his sleeve and began to slowly adjust the ink.

He is not a scholarly fan, ready to sprinkle words and ink on the paper, he is just ready to write tomorrow's lesson plan.

As we all know, a person's enlightenment education and basic education are undoubtedly the top priority in the person's entire learning career, and having a good foundation will inevitably benefit people in their future studies. Qiao Heng didn't know how long he could stay in this world, and he was afraid that he wouldn't have the time to teach too advanced knowledge, but he felt that he had to at least teach those shallow basic knowledge. He is not the kind of person who is particularly good at teaching students, so he has to be diligent and write lesson plans in advance.

In these years, the imperial examination is the right way. However, now the outside world is in turmoil, and the world is in chaos. In less than ten years, Zhu Yuanzhang will be proclaimed emperor in Nanjing Yingtianfu. The Yuan Dynasty is about to die, and if you want to take the imperial examination, you can naturally only participate in the imperial examination of the Ming Dynasty.

Qiao Heng is a person who adheres to the principle of pragmatism.

Since he knew that his students would only become scholars of the Ming Dynasty if they participated in the imperial examination in the future, he directly taught these students according to the requirements of the imperial examination in the Ming Dynasty. Others may not know how the imperial examination system in the Ming Dynasty is different from that of the Yuan Dynasty, but how could Qiao Heng not know.

There are clouds in the "History of the Ming Dynasty": when the imperial examination was first established, the first test of the scriptures and righteousness was two, the "Four Books" was one righteousness, the second field was one theory, and the third field was the strategy. Ten days after the Chinese style, it was tried again with five things: riding, archery, calligraphy, arithmetic, and law. Later, the imperial examination was issued, and the first test of the "Four Books" was three ways of righteousness and four ways of righteousness.

However, talking about a thousand ways and ten thousand, the imperial examination or something, is too far away from now.

No one can guarantee how long this little peach blossom village will be stable.

In his daily teaching, Qiao Heng mixed some easy-to-understand simple physics, chemistry, biology, and geography knowledge. In his opinion, the more he knows, the more opportunities he has to make a living in this chaotic world.

At the same time, Qiao Heng not only coping with the future imperial examinations, but also improving the students' self-protection ability, he attaches great importance to riding and archery. Not to mention Qiao Heng himself, even if it is the original body, it is also the most orthodox martial arts disciple, and it is easy to teach riding and shooting. The only problem is that in this era, horses are strategic resources, except for officials, the military, and martial arts people, ordinary people generally do not raise horses, so Qiao Heng can only teach horses instead of donkeys.

The candlelight enlarged his figure a little, turning into a black shadow on the window paper, and the brush in his hand was clearly visible.

The young man in black looked at the figure of the pen in the window paper, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Ah Man came to the well and fetched a bucket of water, he washed his face with the cool well water, and calmed down the many emotions in his mind.

By the moonlight, the young man in black sighed slowly after he could easily see his face reflected in the water. He wasn't lamenting his ruined appearances, but he was annoying that they were getting better too quickly. Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched another scar on his shoulder, and he was quite helpless in his heart.

He looked at himself in the water and thought to himself, after another twenty or thirty days, these scars on his face will probably still be there, but he thinks that outsiders will be able to see his appearance through these scars, and if he is combined with some ointment, it will definitely not be a problem to remove these scars. But the problem is, he doesn't want them to be good at all.

After all, at that time, he couldn't hide his identity.

The crescent moon still hung coldly and nobly in the sky, and the stars in the sky only put on an indifferent posture and watched the world.

Forget it, sticking out the head is a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, and it is only a matter of time before the identity is exposed.

The young man in black walked to Qiao Heng's window step by step, and the figure in the room who was struggling to write was reflected on the window paper, jumping slightly with the light of the candlelight.

Qiao Heng heard that the footsteps outside came from Ah Man, and he didn't care in his heart, but asked casually: "Ah Man?"

"Hmm. The man standing outside the window replied casually. In this short syllable, the voice revealed is completely dry and hoarse, faintly revealing the unique clarity of young people.

The black-clothed young man's gaze seemed to fall on Qiao Heng's body through the window paper, and then he spoke: "Senior Brother Song." ”