Old Man Song paced back and forth for a few steps, suddenly stopped, and said, "Zheng'er, whichever move I shout next, you can practice whichever move." Let me see, okay? ”

"Okay!" Song Zheng replied briskly.

"The two dragons take their eyes, the dragon swings its tail, the tyrannosaurus presses the top, and the dragon explores its claws......" With the old man's shout, Song Zheng quickly punched out every move. The old man was surprised to find that Song Zheng was not only able to change his moves quickly, but also found the fastest and most reasonable way to change his moves, although some of the moves had been transformed, it was undeniable that Sun Tzu had mastered all the moves of Xiao Trolling Straight Fist very well, and was able to switch between each move at will. How did Old Man Song know that when he taught these moves on the first day, Song Zheng had already memorized them completely. In the past five or six days, Song Zheng practiced when he had time, and pondered when he didn't practice, this set of boxing methods, Song Zheng has actually practiced hundreds of times, and pondered hundreds of times in his mind. As for those so-called deformation moves, it was also Song Zheng who corrected the unreasonable places to make them more suitable for actual combat.

Old Man Song didn't give up, the more he shouted, the faster he shouted, and Song Zheng became more and more urgent. After a full quarter of an hour, suddenly, Song Zheng stopped, sat on the ground, looked at Old Man Song with tears in his eyes, and gasped and said, "Master...... Master, I'm ...... I...... Beat...... Don't move. With that, he lay straight on the ground.

The old man jumped forward one by one, picked up Song Zheng with one hand, pinched the middle of the person with the other, and shouted loudly: "Zheng'er! Zheng'er! Madame, old man, come here! Xiaoping, go find Dr. Gao. ”

Hearing the shouts, Zhu and Wu hurriedly jumped out of the house and hurriedly ran over to this side. Xiaoping and Xiaolian also ran this way. The old man glared at Xiaoping and shouted, "Little Death, go and ask Doctor Gao, didn't you hear?" Xiaoping quickly turned around and ran out.

Zhu and Wu came to Song Zheng's side and shouted Song Zheng's name loudly. I saw Song Zheng's eyes closed, his face pale, his mouth wide open, trembling all over, and beads of sweat on his forehead. Zhu Shi also panicked, squatted down and grabbed Song Zheng's arm, looking extremely frightened. In the end, Wu came to his senses and said to Old Man Song, "Master, let's carry the child to the house first." Old Man Song also calmed down, said "yes", and carefully carried Song Zheng into the west wing room with everyone and put him on the bed. Xiaolian brought a basin of water, wet the towel, and handed it over. Old Man Song snatched the towel over and gently wiped Song Zheng's forehead. Zhu still looked half-stupid. Old Man Song saw that his daughter-in-law was already a little confused, and he was afraid that his daughter-in-law would be frightened, so he said, "I have seen this situation in the army back then, mainly because the activity is too vigorous all of a sudden, causing temporary fainting, just rest for a while." When Zhu heard this, he seemed to be relieved, but his face was still gloomy.

In fact, the old man didn't say it all, there are two main cases of syncope after strenuous exercise, one is that the blood is concentrated in the trunk and limbs due to exercise, and the cerebral blood supply is insufficient, resulting in fainting. Second, due to the excessive burden on the heart, if there is congenital heart disease or the like, sudden death is likely to occur. Although Song Zheng has been diligent in exercising for a period of time, his body foundation is thin, and with such a large amount of exercise just now, his brain is seriously ischemia, so he is not awake.

Everyone waited anxiously for nearly a quarter of an hour, Song Zheng woke up quietly, opened his eyes, and saw his mother and Wu looking at him, and Old Man Song stood at the door of the wing room and scolded: "Xiaoping, this dead lady, why haven't you invited Dr. Gao yet?" Song Tou shook his head, and then he completely understood. Grandpa, aunts, mothers, I'm fine. Song Zheng said and was about to get up. Old Man Song stepped to the bed in two steps: "Zheng'er, are you awake?" Lie down and rest for a while. Zhu Shi patted his chest gently, and tears came down: "Zheng'er, you scared your mother to death." ”

Song Zheng lay down as he said, and comforted Zhu in a low voice: "Mother, it's really okay, it's because I'm too anxious, and I won't do this again in the future." When Old Man Song saw that his grandson was like this, he also helped himself play a round, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist: Where to find such a good child.

At this moment, the old man Gao hurriedly stepped in and shouted, "What's wrong with the child, let me see." Everyone in the room hurriedly straightened up and made way for Old Man Gao. Old man Gao sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to touch Song Zheng's pulse, and everyone looked at Old Man Gao with nervous expressions. Old man Gao glanced at Old Man Song, and Old Man Song hurriedly said, "Zheng'er played boxing just now, and he was a little anxious and fainted. Old man Gao nodded and said, "The pulse is even, the pulse is strong, just lie down for a while, it's okay." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Man Song said, "Zheng'er, you lie down for a while." Doctor Gao, please speak in the Eastern Courtyard. The old man Gao said "um" and turned around with the old man to go out. Wu instructed Xiaolian to serve the second elder, while he stayed in the house with Zhu and Xiaoping and continued to guard Song Zheng.

Old Man Gao and Old Man Song returned to the East Courtyard, sat down, and Xiaolian served tea and retreated. Old Man Song said mysteriously: "Gao ...... Xiao Lingzi, let me tell you, Zheng'er is a wizard who practices martial arts. Then, Old Man Song explained in detail what happened this morning. The more the old man Gao listened, the more frightened he became: This little boy had a dream, not only did his brain become abnormally smart, but his skills also became so powerful?

Old Man Song spoke in the vernacular for a long time, his mouth was dry, he poured a cup of tea into his mouth, and then asked with great interest: "Did you say that you sent Zheng'er to the martial arts academy in Mizhou?" Or send it to the capital and hire a better teacher for him? ”

Hearing Old Man Song's question, Old Man Gao hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of tea to hide his surprise. Then he changed to a smile and said: "If Zheng'er is really as you said, it is naturally good to send it to the Martial Academy, but your Song Bachelor will definitely not let it go." ”

Old Man Song also said with a look of frustration: "Yes, if Zheng'er takes the road of practicing martial arts, then the previous years of hard study will be wasted." There is no need for a Confucian saint in the army! ”

Old man Gao said: "Brother, you don't have to work hard, Zheng'er is still young, only eleven years old." I don't accept it when I send it to the martial arts house. You might as well wait and see. Let him learn literature and martial arts at the same time, and when Zheng'er grows up to fifteen years old, it will not be too late to make a decision. If his article is prominent, it can also be sent to the Academy of Letters. Although our Great Qi Dynasty is extremely martial, the governance side still relies on civil officials, so Dading (the year name of Qi Gaozong) has descended, and the literary style has also prospered. When Zheng'er is older, he will follow the civil and martial arts, and let him choose by himself. ”

Old Man Song nodded and said: "Zheng'er is a superhuman with a superhuman understanding, he is really a good material for learning martial arts, without a good martial artist to teach him, I am a little unwilling!" ”

Old man Gao smiled: "Old brother, aren't you a martial artist yourself?" Of all the people back then, your little trolling punch was the best. Few people can resist your one-handed vajra stick method, after so many years, I don't know if my brother will still play it? ”

Old Man Song shook his head and said: "The countdown of Xiao Troll's straight fist has been taught to Zheng'er, as for the stick method, I can't remember it completely, I haven't practiced it for so many years, I will think about it again in the past few days, maybe I can remember." When I came home from the army, I taught the old bastard Qian Youcai a lesson with a stick, and when I saw that he was honest, I buried the stick. Later, the house was rebuilt and dug up. Since it was useless, I got a stake in the front yard as a tether for cattle, and I don't know if it can be used now. ”

Old man Gao couldn't help but sigh: "Back then, the famous Eight Iron Guards around the general, the sword guard, the halberd guard, the axe guard, the spear guard, and the Gong guard were killed in battle, the sickle guard was in the north, his whereabouts are unknown, the hammer guard died of illness, and the sword guard went with the general, only you are the most free." ”

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, but did not speak. After a while, the old man Gao said, "I see that you still pull out the iron rod and think about how to teach Zheng'er." If those guys were alive and knew that you were using the iron rod as a stake, they wouldn't laugh at you. ”

Old Man Song smiled embarrassedly, "Jokes are jokes, anyway, my old Song has a genius grandson, which is better than any of them, hehe." ”

Old man Gao said: "Brother is so blessed, I envy it very much." ”

Old Man Song said with a grin: "What do you envy, isn't my grandson your grandson?" If you want, I'll let him recognize you as a godfather. ”

Old man Gao was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Is this true?" ”

"My old Song is a spit and a nail, and his words are naturally counted. If you're willing, I'll make him recognize you as a godfather. Old Man Song said with a proud face.

"My brother is still so refreshing." Old man Gao pondered for a while, but still waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I'm an unknown person, don't bring any bad luck to the child." Old man Gao looked sorry.

"What are these words? Grandpa still admits it. What ominous person? You're Dr. Gao. This time he was beaten, but you saved his life. ”

Old man Gao said a little timidly, "Okay? If Zheng'er knew my identity, would she be willing? ”

"Accept the life-saving benefactor as a godfather, what is unwilling? God knows your identity, you know me, where do others know? In a few days, it will be August 15, and you and Qi'er will come over to eat moon cakes in the evening, and we will do this. Old Man Song made the final decision.

Old man Gao said in his heart, if it was before, it would definitely be no problem to recognize him as a godson, brother, you have a word, but now this little boy is extremely smart. Looking at his hand against his father, he must be a little guy who is unwilling to be restrained, and it is really hard to say whether this godfather can recognize it. However, he is kind to this little guy, maybe he can really do it, and even whether he and Qi'er can finally solve the problem, you have to count on him. Thinking of this, Old Man Gao nodded.

At this time, Song Zheng was still wondering whether to climb the West Mountain tomorrow and go to Maling Lake to have a look, first, he is in good health now, and it is good to climb more mountains, and secondly, he also wants to see the lakes and mountains on the other side of the West Mountain. Song Zheng didn't know that he had been calculated by Old Man Gao and Old Man Song, this pair of true understanding and false confusion. (Ask for tickets, ask for flowers, ask for collections)