Zhao Yue was standing in the wind and snow, reading the book in his hand carefully, and his left hand always held the sword he used to kill wolves when he went up Song Mountain.

Meng Idiot walked out of the thatched hut covered with thick snow, leaving a row of shallow footprints along the way, he came to Zhao Yue's side and silently read the book in Zhao Yue's hand for a while.

It turned out to be the "Ganshi Star Sutra" about astronomy, which is a miscellaneous book about recording star changes and weather seasons that is relatively unpractical!

Meng Idiot was shocked in his heart, he really didn't expect that the young master Zhao Yue could read so many books in a short period of time, including not only the classics of the hundred schools of thought, but also various military strategies and policy classics. And most importantly, he has now seen such a book that is out of the ordinary.

"Young master, the wounds on your body should have healed." The idiot stood for a moment, and then asked slowly.

When Zhao Yue heard this, he pulled out of the world of astronomy and stars, put down the bamboo slip in his hand, and turned around to look, only to find that the idiot was standing behind him. Zhao Yue smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have been immersed in the book just now, and I didn't find that Mr. Idiot is behind me, there is anything offensive, Mr. Please forgive me." ”

After speaking, Zhao Yuecai explained seriously: "Mr. Idiot, Zhao Yue's injury has already healed more than ten days ago, although I was able to go to the ground before, but the activity is still a little inconvenient, but now, I can run and jump naturally, no different from a normal person, even 10, and it seems to have more strength than before." ”

Meng Idiot smiled with satisfaction, everything was just as Zhao Yue said, "Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days".

The injuries on the young master's body were all bitten by the wolves, which hurt the muscles and bones, so he got better very slowly. However, for many days, he asked Zhao Yue to drink a cup of tea every day, which not only relieved Zhao Yue's mental fatigue of studying for days, but also improved the endurance of Zhao Yue's whole body muscles, and he also added a unique herb in Songshan to the tea made by Meng Shi, which tasted fragrant and not bitter, and could increase people's strength after long-term use.

At this time, after listening to Zhao Yue's description, Meng Idiot squinted his eyes slightly and nodded. For so many days, Zhao Yue has been concentrating on studying knowledge, and has not exercised his muscles and bones. And the idiot also knows that if you want to be a monarch, if you only have knowledge and no martial arts, you will definitely not be able to become a hegemon in troubled times.

"In that case, young master," Meng Idiot said lightly, although his tone was for consultation, but his words were more like guidance, only listening to him patiently: "The wounds on your body have healed, it is better to wait until the beginning of spring, I will teach the young master to practice martial arts." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yue's left hand holding the hilt of the sword used force, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she never said it.

On the cold mountain, a gust of north wind from the distant sky blew up the cliff from the bottom of the mountain, blowing the white robes of the master and apprentice to shake, an old man and a young man stood together, more like a pair of friends from previous years.

The corners of the idiot's mouth raised slightly, but the young face still had the same complexion, everything in Zhao Yue seemed to be full of him, and at this time, he asked lightly: "Young master, do you have something to say to me?" ”

For some reason, Zhao Yue's temperament suddenly changed, and she struggled to vibrate her left arm. The iron sword was held high in the air, and then suddenly downward, straight into the thick snow, the body of the sword was "buzzing" and shaking, like a dragon roaring in the snow, and it did not stop for a long time.

"Mr. Idiot," Zhao Yue lowered his head, his handsome face turned to the side, and his black hair fluttered in the north wind, he said in a lost voice: "I don't want to learn martial arts, in this troubled world, I have lost too many people I care about, they are all killed by this ruthless blade, since I have learned so many classics, can I ...... Don't let me learn the methods of killing again, or rather, I don't want to touch weapons again......"

Meng Idiot seemed to know that Zhao Yue would say this, and after he heard this, he slowly turned around, facing the two lonely thatched houses, with his back to Zhao Yue, and said slowly: "Young master, I know what you mean...... Do you think that just relying on those tactics of war in your head, or the art of governing the country, you can calm the troubled times, right? ”

Zhao Yue knew that she was not, but she didn't say a word.

Meng Idiot sighed uncharacteristically, turned around with a sad face, and pulled out Zhao Yue's sword inserted in the snow, splashing bursts of snowflakes and being blown into the valley by the wind. He held the hilt of the sword with his white and tender hands, a pair of sharp eyes fixed on the cold sword, and said: "Young master, I have long known that if you read too many books and are too immersed in the world of books, you will be reluctant to pick up the blade again, nor will you be willing to learn martial arts again, this is human nature......"

"But if everything were as it is said in the book, everything would be much easier." The idiot's white hair fluttered in the wind, quite an immortal posture, and his lips opened and closed, and continued: "Young master, since you have people you care about, since their lives may be taken by weapons at any time, then you should practice martial arts diligently to be able to protect them. Also, has the young master forgotten how the Zhao State was destroyed by my Qin State during the Warring States Period? ”

When Zhao Yue heard this, her right hand suddenly loosened, and the bamboo slip suddenly fell to the ground and disappeared into the snow. His left hand tightened the placket of the white robe, the expression on his face began to become resolute, and his heart seemed to have made up his mind, and he slowly raised his head.

He knew that when he read the history books of various countries during the Warring States period before, he had a very deep understanding.

"Mr. idiot, I know that Zhao Guoxiao is a mediocre king, and he doesn't need a veteran Lian Po, but he uses Zhao Kuo, who can only talk on paper, so ...... Therefore, Bai Qi, a famous general of our dynasty, was trapped in Changping, and 400,000 soldiers of Zhao State were killed. ”

"Yes, young master, you are right!" Meng Idiot's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his words also seemed to be passionate, he handed the sword in his hand to Zhao Yue with the blade inward and the hilt outward, and then said: "We study the classics of various countries and draw nourishment from them, in order to make the ideals in our hearts more beautiful. However, it is impossible to achieve this ideal by simply reading a book. What is needed is the martial arts of real swords and guns, or the sweat on the brain and the blood sprayed in the chest! ”

As he spoke, the idiot pointed to the top of his pale head and patted him on the chest.

Zhao Yue took the sword and put it away silently. At this time, after listening to the words of the idiot, he knelt down in the snow, lowered his head, and replied respectfully: "Mr. idiot, what you have taught is this. Zhao Yue obeyed the teacher's orders, and on the day of spring, she would learn martial arts with Mr. Idiot, and she would definitely let herself grow! ”

Seeing that Zhao Yue could make such a statement, the face of the idiot once again showed a smile of relief, and this smile was that winter went to spring, and a hundred birds returned to the north.

The earth was restored, and the winter snow began to melt.

Mt. Taimuro is filled with spring scenery, and the mountain is full of golden spring flowers.

Walking on the bluestone slab steps on the mountain road, the bamboo basket in Meng's hand was full of freshly picked tea leaves, and his little nose was filled with the fragrance of various flowers.

After last night's spring rains, there was a colorful rainbow hanging in the sky outside the cliff, and pure white clouds coiled in it. In the bamboo forest, new green bamboo shoots sprouted overnight, replacing the old bamboo from last winter and becoming a new part of Mount Taimuro.

The boy tossed and turned on the grass in front of the hut, flying and pressing his legs, and a sword danced vigorously.

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