This letter was very long, and Yuan Tianqi stood there, motionless, and read it for a long time before he finished reading it.

When Yuan Tianqi first read this letter, he was very surprised, saw the middle, and was surprised and happy, and saw the end, mixed with joy and sorrow.

Surprised, the teacher turned out to be a loving father. And surprisingly happy, it turns out that there is really a legendary mysterious royal family, a plan to restore the country, and a golden treasure. And these have a lot to do with him. The combination of joy and sorrow is that his father's family has experienced such ups and downs, and in the end, all the burdens fall on his shoulders, and all the glory will belong to him alone. The great mission of the entire royal family is waiting for him to complete.

In front of his eyes, the scene of him following his original parents when he was a child appeared again.

He was only five or six years old, ragged, and had a sister who was about the same age by his side. Mom is slow and always slow. There was nothing to eat at home, and the stomach was constantly hungry. Sometimes he wears a pair of torn shoes that he has picked up, sometimes he is barefoot, and he wears a tattered, dirty, smelly dress all year round, and his mother does not wash him much.

On the way, he heard a group of children singing to him and his mother: "Lazy woman, stinky woman, pick up the doll and be a mother." Silly boy, stinky boy, monkey in the crack of the stone. ”

His mother giggled, not annoyed. He didn't understand what he meant, and he giggled.

He doesn't have a name, and everyone calls him Silly Boy.

He called out to his dad, but his dad didn't respond much. His sister shouted, and his father happily responded. If there are any good things, Dad only gives them to his sister. My sister secretly gave him some more.

Yuan Tianqi thought: Yes, yes, I must not be that father's own son.

When I was seven years old, there was something new in the village, and everywhere there were loudspeakers shouting and shouting all kinds of slogans. Sometimes they also sang songs and sang operas. I heard that what was said on the loudspeaker was official. Not in the local dialect, he didn't understand anything. I just know that the adults are listening carefully. Some adults also ask others, "What did you hear?"

At this time, the children in the village all asked to go to school, and he also went, cowering, not daring to stand in front of the teacher, his mother took it, and the teacher asked him what his name was, and his mother said it for a long time before he said his name. The teacher is registered in the notebook.

On the first day of school, someone came, and I heard that it was a senior official from outside, who gave a lecture to everyone. The big official was tall and big, and he repeatedly said that everyone should love someone, absolutely respect, and unconditional obedience. He's a big hero, he's a big president.

His mind was confused, what is love, what is love, what is love, what is unconditional, what is obedience, who is that person, who is the hero, what is the president?

Because of this, from the first day, he couldn't get around anything, so he didn't want to study much, and only liked to run on the road and in the mountains. He catches frogs and plays with them, and runs after the birds. After three years of reading, he didn't know many words.

Yuan Tianqi recalled this scene and suddenly became smart. It turned out that since the first day of study, I couldn't figure out my thinking.

Later, on the mountain, the master told him many times that if you want to practice superior martial arts, you must first read good books and not have a bad brain.

When he was ten years old, his mentor came to his house and talked to his father in the same official language as the one on the trumpet.

Dad asked him to go outside to play for a while, and then called him back, and said to him, Apocalypse, there is nothing to eat at home, if you go on like this, you will definitely starve to death, you follow the master to learn martial arts, you can eat well there.

He has seen martial arts performances, somersaults, and big guns, he is interested, chasing two or three miles to see, and now, it is great to be able to follow the master to learn martial arts, and he can also eat well.

He followed the master, the master was really kind, the master talked to him, very softly, nodding and smiling. On the way, I don't know how long I walked. He couldn't walk, so the master carried him on his back. As far back as I can remember, Dad never carried him. Dad talked to him, even howled, and never smiled at him.

Lying on the master's broad back, he felt so steady, so safe, and so warm for the first time. After a while, he fell asleep. He remembered that he had a good dream, he went to a place where there was food, clothing, everything, and everyone smiled at him, and he laughed too.

When he woke up, the master sat on a stool and held him in his arms. The master called him to eat, he sat down and began to eat in large gulps, and there was meat in the bowl on the table. At the age of ten, he ate three bowls of rice in one go, and for the first time, he was so full. The master gave him all the meat, and when he was full, he used chopsticks to eat, but the master himself ate very little, so he ate a bowl of rice with the last bit of chili pepper and vegetable soup.

In his 10-year-old memory, it was the third time he had eaten meat, the first time he had eaten so much meat.

The master took him to the shop and bought new clothes, new shoes, and socks. In the evening, the master brought hot water and soap in a hotel, and told him how to wipe his body and wash his feet, and said that he would be like this in the future, bathing frequently and washing his feet often.

Put on new clothes, new shoes, tattered old clothes, old shoes, and throw them away.

The feeling of taking a bath with soap, the feeling of putting on new clothes, is so comfortable.

The first time he wore socks, they were tightly tensed, and it took a while to put them in. In the past, in the winter, he used to go barefoot.

Learning to take a bath and wash his feet, although he didn't understand the master's words very well, but he didn't want the master to teach him again, and he learned it all at once.

When he got to the mountain, the way up the mountain was so steep that he couldn't walk. The master carried him on his back and went up with a whoosh. When he reached the halfway up the mountain, he could no longer see the road, the master carried him on his back, jumped lightly, as if he had flown up, and suddenly jumped to a spacious flat land, and at the end of the flat land, there was a grass hut, and the grass shed was built according to the mountain.

A stout young man was there, and the master said it was his senior brother. The senior brother practiced martial arts again. The master asked him, do you want to learn?

That martial art is much more powerful than turning somersaults and playing with big knives. He nodded repeatedly.

The master said, in the future, every morning and evening, your senior brother will teach you martial arts, and during the day, follow me to study.

He said, I don't want to study, I just want to practice martial arts.

The master said, reading, it's not as tasteless as you think, it's your school, your teachers, who teach your brain badly, so that people don't want to study. In this way, if you can keep practicing martial arts, you don't need to study, otherwise, when you stop, you can study.

He nodded repeatedly. I thought that the master was really easy-going and easy to talk. Keep practicing martial arts, that's too easy, you can definitely do it.

Who knows, the next day, when a standing pile came down, he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't hold on for three minutes, so he had to stop. The senior brother shouted at him to practice again, so he had to start standing again, and one morning down, he stood many times, and eventually, it hurt everywhere, and he had to lie down.

The master smiled and said, I'm tired of standing, can I still practice?

He shook his head.

The master said, "Let's read a book." After reading the book, you will understand that in addition to hard practice, martial arts also has skillful practice.