In the courtyard of the ancestral hall of the Feng family, more than 500 people in the entire Fengjiazhuang gathered together. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Siji stood on the gatehouse and looked at the people in Fengjiazhuang below, and pressed his hand to calm down the people below.

"The autumn harvest has passed, and the next days are relatively free, so from today until next year's spring ploughing, all men over the age of six and under the age of 16 in the village need to go to the ancestral hall every morning and night to practice martial arts. The women of each family still take care of each family as in previous years. The boys in the clan should bring their children according to the arrangement. This training is led by me personally, and everyone is not allowed to slack off, if anyone is not careful, let me get out of Zhuangzi. Feng Siji's last sentence was awe-inspiring.

"No." Everyone in the courtyard responded, not only the men, but also the women of the village.

This is not the first time Feng Junyan has participated in this kind of ceremony, and every year before he has participated in the so-called training camp in the village on roughly the same day. But at that time, he was on the side of the women and children, either Sister Yan was holding him, or Zhang Man was holding him. This time he is no longer an audience, but the feelings in his heart are completely different.

Their dozen six-year-olds were the youngest, so they were placed in the first row. And Feng Junyan, as the young patriarch, was ceremoniously placed at the forefront by Feng Siji, and he received the most attention, because he not only represented himself, but also represented the successor of the next generation of the Feng family. The quality of the successor is related to the survival of the entire family.

Feng Junyan is not a child, so he is not afraid of the hot eyes around him. But what surprised him was that the other little children who stood with him on weekdays even had snot, but now their eyes were full of divine solemnity to make themselves stand straighter and their chests higher.

Feng Junyan also learned martial arts when he was a child in his previous life, Hong Boxing, Wulang Bagua Stick, Wing Chun, and Taizu Changquan were still taught in the clan when he was young. However, at that time, the country was stable and the Haiyan River was clear, and what people pursued was material enjoyment, and there were only a handful of people who could practice martial arts ruthlessly. In fact, in his generation, everyone was on the go, and there was no time to return to the village to participate in any kung fu learning throughout the year.

Because of these things, many of the clan elders complained: "Life is good, but the blood is gone." You juniors don't even want to learn the real kung fu and real skills left by your ancestors, how to go south and north when you go outside, and how to deal with the three religions and nine streams. At that time, Feng Junyan was very disdainful of those old guys who stuck to the rules.

"Real kung fu? Can real kung fu beat a bullet? Now is a society governed by the rule of law, and it would be good to call the police if something happens, what are you afraid of. "It only provoked the grandfather who heard that the people who passed by his hometown when he was young had to come to the mountain to worship the mountain, picked up the cane and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Later, the ninety-year-old grandfather left with his skills and regrets, and he also took away his legendary ability to break steel and twist iron. On the day his old man left, all the famous people from all over the country came, and there were even many big people who looked magnificent. It's a pity that until his death, his old man didn't find a family heir who could endure hardships. Feng Junyan also scolded him for his old man's food in the past, if he really had the ability to find a foreign surname, it would be good, but he had to stick to the rules of not passing on outsiders, and he lost a real kung fu in vain.

Feng Junyan stood in the middle of a group of children, turned his head and asked about the slugs of the past.

"Little Liu, why don't I see you sucking paste today."

"Young patriarch, the patriarch is talking, don't make a sound. My mother said, I'll be a man from today onwards, and I can't cry anymore. After speaking, he proudly straightened his chest, as if he was announcing to the world: I have grown up, and I am not afraid of you.

"Childish, a little fart, a slug who was in a preschool in his last life, and a manly man." Feng Junyan expressed contempt for this kind of self-deceptive education, and held his mouth in disdain.

But soon he felt a murderous aura shooting at him. As soon as he looked up, he saw his father, and the patriarch Feng Siji looked at him with burning eyes.

"Feng Junyan, when he worshipped, his expression was disdainful, and he was disrespectful to his ancestors, he was exempted from the morning eclipse this morning, and he was given ten lashes, and his training was doubled later, and I personally carried it out. Now all the men, go forward and salute. ”

No, I'm just deflated, how can I be disrespectful to my ancestors. This is simply a sin of desire. Besides, you are not allowed to eat breakfast and beat me. I'm still a kid! I'm not convinced! Of course, he only dared to say this in his heart, and he was now the chicken who was set an example to. As the patriarch, Feng Siji, in order to show that the punishment is clear, not only will not release the water, but the execution is thorough. If you don't know how to be interesting and go against him, you will backfire and be manipulated by him fiercely, which is completely self-inflicted. So Feng Junyan could only endure it, honestly followed the crowd into the ancestral hall, and bowed seriously to the ancestral tablet.

Training is boring, this is Feng Junyan's first feeling. After being slapped ten times by Feng Siji with a bamboo whip, before he could perform a howling and crying scene, he was mentioned by Feng Siji to a corner of the courtyard, threw a bamboo sword, and began a cruel exercise.

The women and children had already left, and when Zhang Man left, he looked at his son who had been stripped of his pants, not only did not feel distressed, but gave his son an encouraging look and then hugged his daughter and left with a group of women. During the training, the women were not allowed to get too close, and even the women of the village had to leave, and they didn't know if they were afraid of being stolen or what.

In fact, Feng Junyan is particularly disdainful of this kind of discrimination against women, what is there to steal from it? I didn't even walk in a queue, I didn't even understand discipline, I just waved the bamboo sword, wooden knife and wooden stick there. What's the use! Look at the bow and arrows, they are all bow-shaped, and there is not even an iron arrow. Cut, it's too backward, and it's really indigenous. No wonder others say that you are a wild land, a wandering people, hundreds of years have been the same, and even one generation is not as good as the next. The future of the Feng family, no, it should be said that the future of the entire Dajin really depends on me.

"Feng Junyan, don't be distracted." As soon as the corners of Feng Junyan's mouth moved, Feng Siji's whip, who had just returned from inspecting the entire courtyard, arrived immediately, and Feng Junyan, who had whipped it, bared his teeth. This can continue to succumb to Feng Siji's obscenity, and continue to wave the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Push hard, push hard, pay attention to the rhythm, and don't bend your body." On the other side of the courtyard, a child with non-standard movements was directly kicked by the adult behind him, and Feng Junyan saw from the corner of his eye that it was the father who kicked the child.

Aiming at the child who was kicked to the ground, he got up and continued to wave the wooden knife in his hand, the corner of Feng Junyan's mouth twitched again: Such a ruthless father, the cliff is not biological. However, when he took advantage of Feng Siji to turn around and inspect the entire courtyard, he looked back carefully and saw that more than one child was kicked to the ground by their respective fathers because of their non-standard movements, and without saying a word, he was in no mood to complain after continuing to stand up and train.

"It's yellow, it's violent. Sure enough, he won the essence of a smart man with a ruler. I admit that you are your own. ”

Of course, Feng Junyan's days of gloating were soon over.

"Feng Junyan, are you a pig? Didn't eat in the morning? How to stab a dead person with a soft one. ”

Feng Junyan.......

You didn't give me food in the first place!

"Forward, forward, what are you afraid of? Cut it for me! You're afraid of even killing a chicken, what else can you do! Feng Junyan was seven years old this year.

"Aim, keep up, put!"

"Oh Father, there's my duck there."

"Shut up, I'll let you go." In the end, Feng Junyan personally shot to death an old duck that he originally wanted to keep for old death, and he was eight years old that year.

"Ah father, Sister Yan doesn't like that person at all, why did you promise him to that reckless man in the first place!"

"Shut up! Like, where do you like so much, it's content to find someone who can protect her, what do children know! When Sister Yan, who was beaten by her drunken husband and ran home with a blue nose and swollen face, was seen by Feng Junyan, he went to question his father, and got this answer. He was twelve years old.

"Do it, what are you waiting for? It's just a tied boar, you boys, what are you afraid of? Is it a burning stick in your hand? Even a pig didn't dare to stab, how to kill people on the battlefield. How can a man who has never seen blood be considered a man! Feng Siji kicked on Feng Junyan's buttocks, who was standing in front of a tied boar with a dagger in his hand.

In the end, Feng Junyan, who was grabbed by Feng Siji and put his whole face on the head of the boar, picked up the dagger and stabbed the boar who was struggling to escape. The blood of that boar stained the clothes of the dozen or so children who had been trained that day. The barbecue was delicious, although the meat had been poked to the point that there was no texture at all. This year, Feng Junyan was thirteen years old.

I used to hear people say that they were poor and rich in martial arts. But the facts told Feng Junyan that the poor and rich also have to look at the times, and the people in the clan have practiced martial arts, but they can't afford to read. As the second generation of the clan, there is not a lot of meat, almost every day can eat meat, and even the meat in the village is not less, in terms of meat alone, the quality of life is not too bad, but the spiritual enjoyment is really not. Reading and literacy are basically the preserve of a few, and they are threatened by wild beasts and natives every day, and even salt, a necessity of life, is not well met. Feng Junyan once asked Feng Siji why he didn't just call all the children in the village to study, but Feng Siji said: Even if they are all literate, what is the use of this place? It's not a good thing to know more, and I'm silent.

Feng Junyan once asked Feng Siji: "Ah father, why do we practice martial arts?" ”

That day, Feng Siji looked at his growing son, his eyes looked into the distance, and asked him strangely: "Why don't we practice martial arts." ”

"Right? Why not learn it? ”

For the first time, Feng Junyan began to doubt his previous opinion, does the civil and military have to be separated? Aren't the sages who are in the past all scholars who can go to the horseshoe soldiers and get off the horses to settle the people? Who said that a scholar is a weak scholar who is powerless. It's just that the descendants themselves have gone the wrong way, forgetting their roots, but doubting the wisdom of their ancestors.

"Practicing martial arts to strengthen the body, in fact, where is there any martial arts, but they are just some fighting skills that have been passed down among the military. We learn this so that we don't get killed by others, and we can kill others faster. ”

"But, Father, why do we kill?"

"Why? If you don't kill people, people will kill you. It's all to protect the land of his wife and children, and since he doesn't want to die, he can only let others die. ”

"Why can't we just sit down and have a good talk? It's just that you want to live and die, is it worth it? ”

"Is it worth it? So what's worth it or not. Even if you give in for a while, as long as you don't agree with each other, you will still kill again after all. Isn't that what the Central Plains is like now? The Han people are benevolent and righteous, but benevolence and righteousness cannot be exchanged for benevolence and righteousness. ”

"Oh Father, I don't understand!"

"You will understand, you don't understand now, and you will understand in the future. You have been sensible since you were a child, you learn things quickly, and you are good at everything, but your temperament is too weak. ”

"If you want to be strong in exchange for killing, don't do it!"

Feng Siji looked at his son who left in a bad mood, and smiled helplessly: "The strength of killing in exchange, except for those who are crazy, who would want it?" If it wasn't a last resort, how could Wu Anjun have killed 400,000 soldiers in the first place? Is human slaughter a good reputation? However, if you don't kill it, will you put it back and have another battle of Changping? ”

"Weak boy, one day you will find that people will always be involuntarily."

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