"Sister Qing'er! I'm 10 years old! I can go out and practice! Sister! We, the disciples of the Mo family, are immortal from hunger! Sister! ”

The disciples of the Mo family, each of them must know one or two survival skills. There is a skill in the body that can go all over the world, and you can't starve to death. They don't need to beg, they don't need to rely on others, they don't need charity from others, they can survive on their own.

In addition to weaving bark shoes, Zhuang Zhou's survival skills also know some medical knowledge, knowing what plants can be eaten in the wild and which plants cannot be eaten. Other than that! He also plays slingshot to catch birds, fish, and fish.

So! He felt that he would go out to experience and not die of starvation at all.

During the day, he can travel, he can find food in the field, he can hunt birds, he can fish, he can fish. At night, he can also weave bark shoes in the black light and fire, and exchange them for food. The bark shoes he weaved were not only refined, but also more durable than straw sandals. His bark shoes keep warm in winter and cool in summer.

"I won't let you go! I just won't let you go! ”

Qing'er hugged Zhuang Zhou and didn't let go.

"The country of Qi is at war, brother, you don't know, the battlefield is very cruel, there are chariots and horses everywhere! There are random arrows everywhere, and a cold arrow flies behind him, which makes people unguardable. There are people everywhere, people on the battlefield, as long as they are not their own people, they all kill, they kill red eyes.

They were all bloody men, dying, and they had their last breath left, and they would make a last effort when they saw the enemy pass by. There is a half-dead enemy lying next to you, and they will all bite each other to death......"

Qing'er talked about the things on the battlefield, and they all said they cried.

Although she had not seen the brutal scenes of killing each other on the battlefield with her own eyes, she had seen the battlefield. She followed her uncle and grandfather and the Protectors through the battlefield that had just ended, and she saw corpses everywhere.

What she said just now was told to her by her uncle, grandfather, and protectors.

And also! Last year's scene by the waterhole.

Last year's scene by the waterhole was just a pediatric, just a small corner of the big battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people duel. On a battlefield where there are tens of thousands, tens or two hundred thousands, or more on both sides, there are corpses everywhere on the ground within a radius of tens or hundreds of miles. During the walk, it takes days and nights to walk out of the dead area. If you pile up all the corpses, you can completely pile them up into a mountain.

Warring states! What is the Sengoku called! Every year there are battles, every year there are battles, and there are times when battles take place all the time. From the heyday of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a village in thirty and fifty miles, and it was difficult to see a single family in thirty or fifty miles during the Warring States Period, which was the result of the war. The young and middle-aged men all went to war, and those who remained in the village were the old, weak, sick, and disabled women, pregnant and young. More often than not, the women who were responsible for giving birth and toiling and raising children to provide talent for the war effort.

Zhuang Zhou had never left the Mo family's altar, and he had never seen such a tragic battlefield situation. But! At a young age, he was destined to have an indissoluble bond with the war. Survive in the cracks of war and not be afraid of war. At the waterhole, he showed his fighting spirit.

In the face of enemies and dangers, he was not afraid at all, and dared to kill.

In that kind of situation, not to mention that he is only an eight-year-old child, even if he is an adult, he will only run away in fear.

There is nothing to be afraid of war, he felt. When war comes, you can hide if you can, and if you can't hide, you will face it. Now he thinks that his martial arts are not lost to adults. Intellectually, he felt he knew everything. So! He's not afraid!

Seeing that Sister Qing'er was crying, she was serious, and Zhuang Zhou didn't say any more. Under the pull of Sister Qing'er, the two returned to the thatched house and no longer listened to the affairs of Qi Guo.

On the side of the Zhuzi Hundred Schools Forum, I heard that the people of the Mo family and the people of the Taoist family were going to Qi country, and they couldn't hold back one by one, and they all planned to join in the fun. It is not too far from the Qi country, and you can watch the results of the school against the country up close.

"Don't go! None of us are going to go! Qing'er pressed Zhuang Zhou to sit on the wooden bed, looked directly into Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and persuaded.

Zhuang Zhou glanced at Sister Qing'er's eyes, and he didn't dare to look at each other.

After spending so much time together, he had a hazy feeling in his heart. A child's affection, he can't suppress. He likes Sister Qing'er, just like he likes the little sister, the kind of love between the two little ones who have no guesses.

"Look me in the eye and promise me! Don't go to Qi Country! Qing'er pressed her hands on Zhuang Zhou's shoulders and asked.

"Hmm!" Zhuang Zhou quickly glanced at Qing'er's eyes, and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

"None of us are allowed to go to Qi Country! The war will soon be over! My grandfather will come back, and so will your grandfather! ”

"But? Will they be together? Will they reconcile? ”

"My grandfather is willing to reconcile with your Mo family, so I don't know if your master is willing to do so?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't speak again, he didn't know if Shigong's ideology had changed? Anyway! He changed! He is no longer looking for Yang Zhu to take revenge, Yang Zhu is the one who killed his father and mother, but Yang Zhu is not his father's killer. The enemy he really killed his father was Qi State, the cheetah team of Qi State, and those spies hidden in the Mo family.

On this day, neither of them dared to go out, for fear that they would not be able to control themselves, so they followed the adults to the country of Qi.

The next day, there were many fewer people in the big pulpit of the hundred schools of thought. Some of those who disappeared went to the border of Qi State, and some of them were afraid that the war would come to Song State, so they went to other countries.

After a few more days, someone left again. But! There are also a lot of new people. The newcomers have brought a lot of new news.

"Qi Guo's cheetah team is over! The man, General Tian, had half of his face cut off. ”

"Qi Huan Gong said that the cheetah team is not his, it is Tian and makes his own opinion. Tian He is the Tian general, and Qi Huan Gong killed Tian He in order to calm the people's anger. ”

"That's to alleviate his pain! Half of his face is gone, what is he still living? It's better to live than to die! ”

Two days later, news came from someone again, saying that Qi Guo was forced by the pressure of the Mo family's disciples to release the bird slippery.

Qi faced a war and did not dare to offend the Mo family disciples again, so he killed Tian He in desperation and released the birds.

"What about my grandfather? What about my grandfather? Qing'er asked.

"I don't know! Taoists are also looking for it. The people of Qi are crazy, if they can't find Yang Zhu, the Taoist protector will make trouble again......"

When Qing'er heard this, she cried.

Zhuang Zhou stood aside and squeezed Sister Qing'er's hand tightly with one hand, comforting her, relying on her, and giving her strength.

That night, Zhuang Zhou was worried that Sister Qing'er would go to Qi Country to find someone, so he didn't sleep all night, watching her in secret. Outcome! At dawn, he still couldn't stand the drowsiness and fell asleep, and when he woke up, Sister Qing'er was really gone.