Wang Qi went to Zhao Tianyan with a small servant and asked for a diagram of the acupoints of the body for a week. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info also handed Li Ping a leather roll wrapped in wax paper and placed in a bamboo tube. Wang Qi originally planned to tell him about his exhaustive internal skills one by one, but he didn't expect Li Ping to be literate, so he directly threw these two brains to him. made him curious about Li Ping's origin, but he finally restrained himself and didn't ask.

The diagram of the acupoints, the main introduction of the distribution of the acupoints around the body, is very shallow, not to mention that for the Wang family, even for the Iron Sword Gate, it is also a shallow thing. But if it weren't for Wang Qi asking for it, Li Jian would have to enter the Iron Sword Gate for a period of time before he could have the opportunity to learn.

Another roll of skin, I don't know what kind of leather it is made of, is thin and tough, and the outline on it is the strength of the stumbling. The volume records the method of cultivating the unique qi sense of the stumbling strength, the order of opening the veins around the body, and the method of luck. Fortunately, after half a year of life, Li Ping has completely matched these traditional Chinese characters with simplified Chinese characters. If it is according to his so-called "literacy" half a year ago, the internal skills on the leather roll will definitely be poorly practiced.

If it is placed before the crossing, someone talks about qi and luck with Li Ping, and he who has received materialist education, it is estimated that even if he has practiced for a hundred years, he will not want him to practice his qi sense. But after half a year of life in Lu Jin, seeing the Baiyunlou competition and Wang Li jumping from the street to the second floor with people in his arms, Li Ping was already convinced of Qi, and even had a more pious and serious heart than others.

Wang Qi took Li Ping back to read, and asked him at any time if he didn't understand. Li Ping's worry that his internal strength cultivation would go crazy at every turn caused Wang Qi to laugh shamefully. It turns out that the cultivation of internal strength has just started, and it is not easy to have a sense of qi in a short period of time, and if you can go into the devil so quickly, you can also be regarded as a martial arts wizard.

As time passed, Wang Qi already had a faint expression of pain when he spoke. Li Ping gave up again and again, stopped chatting, and carefully advised Wang Qi to recuperate from his injuries.

Bidding farewell to Wang Jue, it has been half over. The sun was still dazzling in the morning, but now it has risen to a faint cloud, the light has turned white, and the weather is gradually becoming hot and dry. When Li Ping went downstairs, the guards downstairs were preparing ice cubes, and several huge ice cubes were already downstairs, waiting to be transported to the second floor.

Outside the small town of Ritsu.

A convoy of nearly 100 people was slowly approaching the town.

Zheng Qian is in a good mood today. was about to arrive at Lujin, and thinking that he was finally going to end this slow way of traveling, Zheng Qian even had the urge to gallop wildly. As the leader of this team, Zheng Qian's mood was terrible from the beginning. As the leader of the young Zheng family, a chariot and horse team of less than 100 people is no problem, and what gives him a headache is the ...... in the team

Just thinking about it, in a carriage in the middle of the long line, there was a girl's crisp shout of "Brother Qian, Brother Qian". The voice shouted crisply, but Zheng Qian's brows furrowed when he heard it.

Zheng Qian took a few steps to the front of the car, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl wearing a fiery red suit stood in the carriage. At this time, Daqin is beautiful in the world, but this girl is well-proportioned, with a long body, standing at the front of the car, her black hair is like a waterfall, hanging on her fragrant shoulders, holding a horsewhip made of gold wire and cowhide, tilting her head condescendingly, looking at Zheng Qian with a smile.

"Brother Qian, I didn't cause trouble this way, I'm about to arrive in Lujin, I can't hold it in the car all the time." After that, he stared at Zheng Qian with gritted teeth.

The girl looked at Zheng Qian's head big, turned around and shouted to a car in front of her, "Sixth grandfather, look at Aya'er." Zheng Qian shouted earnestly, but there was no sound in the car in front of him. The girl raised her cute little chin and looked at Zheng Qian, who was sitting upright on the horse, defiantly, with a triumphant smile flashing in her eyes. "Quick, get me off."

"Zheng Aya'er, you honestly go to stay in the car for me. Don't think that if Grandpa Six is reluctant to take care of you, I won't beat you. Zheng Qianse shouted inwardly.

"Okay, okay, let's fight." When Zheng Aya'er saw Zheng Qian say this, an excited smile appeared on her face, and she didn't make much movement, and the girl in red turned lightly and landed firmly on Zheng Qian's side. The horsewhip in his right hand trembled straight, and he went straight to the Fengshi acupoint on Zheng Qian's leg.

Zheng Qian's long sword was in the sheath, gently erected, and the tip of the scabbard was used to move towards the tip of the whip. The whereabouts of Zheng Aya'er's whip remained unchanged, and with a "snap", the scabbard and the whip tip knocked each other, and the whip tip was wrapped around the scabbard. Zheng Aya'er's wrist was forced, and she pulled it back, and there was a crisp sound, but it was Zheng Aya'er who pulled out Zheng Qian's sword sheath. Zheng Qian was annoyed, and the long sword in his hand was sent straight away, directly stabbing at Zheng Aya'er's whip wrist. "Ah" Before the sword arrived, Zheng Aya'er had already screamed.

"Sixth Grandfather, Zheng Qian and I use the sword." Zheng Qianqi's eyes were black in vain. The long sword in his hand changed from a straight stab to a side shot, and slapped it towards the back of Zheng Aya'er's hand. Seeing that the long sword was coming, Zheng Aya'er didn't dodge, but raised her hand straight up, and the back of her hand went towards the long sword.

Seeing that the back of the girl's hand would be slapped by the long sword, Zheng Qian had no choice but to change his move, his elbow sank, and the long sword took advantage of the situation to retract. In these two times, although the two are fighting, between the rise and fall of the rabbit, the young man has changed his tricks, and he has shown everyone's demeanor. Zheng Qian put away his sword, the empty door on one side opened, and the girl's raised arm fell down, rolled the scabbard, and hit Zheng Qian's horse on the buttocks. This pumping was loud, and it was particularly harsh in the silent marching team, and several nearby generals heard the voice, and saw that it was the girl in red who made a move, and quickly turned his face away.

Zheng Qian's mount is a pure white high-headed horse, usually taken care of by a special person, even he himself has never been willing to whip like this. The horse was full of spirituality, but it was not a war horse after all, and it was suddenly hit by this heavy blow, and it neighed, and the man stood up. That Zheng Qian's face was straight, his anger sank, and a powerful momentum erupted on his body in an instant, and he pulled the reins tightly with both hands, and he had firmly restrained the white horse in an instant. Zheng Qian felt sorry for the horse, and hurriedly looked back at the horse's injury.

"Brother Qian, what a handsome kung fu." After whipping the white horse, Zheng Aya'er, the girl in red, had already turned around and jumped into the carriage and sat down. Seeing that Zheng Qian quickly suppressed the startled horse, he applauded again and again.

"That's enough." An old man's deep voice came from the car ahead. Zheng Qian looked at Zheng Aya'er angrily, and he wanted to have a seizure, but he heard this sound and had to stop. "Nonsense."

Zheng Qian looked at the red-clothed girl sitting on the edge of the carriage for a while, and Zheng Aya'er smiled with crooked eyes, and made a silent mouth shape at Zheng Qian, clearly the word "deserved". Seeing that Zheng Qian was angry again.

"Come here." Through the carriage, the old man's voice clearly reached the ears of the two. The two of them restrained their moods, dismounted their horses and got out of the carriage, and quickly chased after the carriage in front.

"In this Nine Factions Conference, Qian'er, you want to lead your younger brothers and sisters to emerge, why do you still fight with your sister like this?"

"Aya'er, the woman of our Zheng family, is the most gentle. At this conference in Xiangyang, there are a few dolls who came for you. You're going to ...... like that again."

"Sixth grandfather, sixth grandfather, it's too stuffy in the car, you can also come out and breathe......" Zheng Aya'er, the girl in red, gloated when she heard the old man teach Zheng Qian, but she didn't expect the old man to play fifty boards, and the conversation turned directly to herself, and she was talking about more excessive marriage events. Frightened, she hurriedly intercepted the old man's words, stepped forward, opened the car door, and reached out to pick up the old man.

It was a horse-drawn carriage with the same appearance as the others, with a wide and comfortable interior. A snow-white Persian plush carpet covered the bottom of the carriage, and amid the incense of the Western Regions, a thin silver-haired old man in a wide hemp coat sat quietly with his eyes closed. A yellowed scroll was buckled upside down on his leg, and a long string of shiny tiger ink agarwood Buddha beads circled like a snake in the palm of the old man's left hand and between his wrist, silent and silent.

"Grandpa Six." Seeing the figure of the old man, Zheng Qian hurriedly bowed down and saluted, "That Gongsun Wuxuan really has real skills, and he told me that it had rained recently before leaving." Seeing that the weather is stuffy like this, it is going to rain. I'll speed up the march in a moment, and we'll arrive at Ritsu at the time of Shen. Luckily? ”

"You decide." The old man replied without opening his eyes and moving.

The horses' hooves were fluttering, the wheels were rolling, and the group was in this rainy morning, to Lujin.

When Li Ping returned to the backyard of Baiyun Tower, Mr. Wang had just finished checking the dishes with the chef from Xiangyang Tiejian Gate. After seeing Li Ping coming over, he greeted the cook for a few words, and then walked towards him.

"The injury of the young master of the Wang family, it's not a big problem, right?" Mr. Wang asked in a low voice.

"Wang Jue's physical fitness is good and his condition is good." Facing Mr. Wang, who had always been full of respect, Li returned with a debt.

"You have treated the young master of the Wang family this time, and you will inevitably have to deal with those nobles in the future. If there is no word, it will inevitably make people look down on it. The old man is not good, he has read some books, if he doesn't dislike it, he will give you a word. When you get along with nobles, you also have a title, how about it? Mr. Wang looked lovingly at the young man who had not been able to understand in front of him, and slowly asked in a harmonious voice.

"The elder gave the word, and Li Ping was deeply honored." Li Ping's heart warmed, knowing that although Mr. Wang did not know the true identities of Wang Li and Wang Qi, he guessed a thing or two from Zheng Qin's attitude towards them. I hope that I can get rid of the identity of the guy in the restaurant, so I named myself so that he can be looked down upon.

Seeing that Li Ping knew the joints, Mr. Wang was very satisfied, "Quality is better than Wen Zeye; The quality of literature is history. Gentle; And then the gentleman. I see that you are honest by nature, and you have always acted out of the box and unconventional. Although he reads books and understands reason, he lacks the style of ancient times in his words. Therefore, the word "Chunfeng" is taken. ”

"Lack of ancient style." Li Ping muttered in his heart, I was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze of the socialist elite, I must lack the style of the ancients, but your old man understands it with his eyes. "Chunfeng, Chungu wind. Li Pingli Chunfeng!? Li Pingnian muttered, gasping, the name Li Chunfeng is domineering enough. peeked at Mr. Wang, and saw that the old man was not discolored because he gave himself such a bullish name as Li Chunfeng. Come to think of it, if Li Chunfeng existed in history, it would have been almost a hundred years, and in this era of underdeveloped information, not everyone may know it, let alone an old gentleman in this town. It's that I'm rare and weird.

After Mr. Wang saw Li Ping peeking at himself, he bowed his head and was silent, thinking that he didn't know the meaning of this word, and explained, "Chunfeng, with the style of Chungu, is polite and polite." What do you think? ”

"Mr. Xie gives the word."

Just like when I was a child in my previous life, I was delighted to get a long-awaited toy; It's like decades of hard work, and the tranquility of the moment of success in your career. The past of the present life is gradually gone, leaving only deep memories hidden in the depths of the soul, and the life of this life is imprinted on this young body and the gradually reborn soul on the layers of unfolding and portrayal, at this moment as a "young man" Li Ping, his heart is quietly happy. He bowed deeply to Mr. Wang and was grateful. In the process of integrating into this world, he felt the kindness conveyed by the people around him little by little.