readx;? Chapter 1: Sharpening the Sword (3)

Maybe it's because the oath in front of the Buddha has temporarily dispelled the doubts in everyone's hearts, or maybe it's because of the face of the second master, Ning Caichen, in short, since the name Ning Yanzhang, the young Xiaofei's life has been much better. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not only did the big and small leaders in the minions easily stop joking about his recklessness, but even the fifth master Li Tie saw him, and he didn't pick his nose and eyes every time. Occasionally, he would stop and nod his head during his salute to show the kindness of the elders.

But expecting more kindness from the five masters is tantamount to a fool's dream. Li Tiegui has experienced countless times of deception and betrayal in the first half of his life, resulting in seeing anything suspicious now, he will be ten times more vigilant than normal people. As long as he can't figure out Xiaofei's true identity for a day, he won't let down the vigilance in his heart for a day.

But no matter how hard Ning Yanzhang tried, he couldn't meet the requirements of the five masters. Not a deliberate deception, but what it is. Shortly after waking up from a coma a few months ago, he found that somewhere in his memory, it was a blank slate.

No parents, no siblings, not even a single relative or friend.

In his memory, he seemed to have jumped out of a crack in the stone, and with a whoosh, he became fifteen or sixteen years old. The whole process was only a short moment, during which I did not come into contact with any of my kind, never entered the city, never made friends, never ate, and never drank water......

There is only one thing, Ning Yanzhang can be sure. That is, he is not a dragon son and grandson, and the jade plate engraved with Zheng characters and dragon patterns on his neck must have nothing to do with the nest emperor who was plundered by the Khitans.

It's actually easy to prove this, even if it's a prince who is no longer favored, from the time of the general corner, there will definitely be a designated teacher to guide him to read and write. And not only did he not understand the Buddhist scriptures engraved in the temple steles, but even the words he wrote were crooked, missing arms and legs.

To paraphrase the evaluation of the three masters Xu Yuanju, that is, "Bai Ding one". Let's ask the Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty to be confused, did he raise his own son as a pig?

However, when Ning Yanzhang excitedly showed his new evidence to several family members, it did not achieve the effect he expected. Xu Yuanju, the third master, was no longer interested in his true identity, Yu Siwen, the sixth master, and Li Wanting, the seventh master, were illiterate, and Li Tiegui, the fifth master, immediately thought without hesitation that he must have deliberately written the words like that, otherwise even if he held a pen between his toes, it would be impossible to write the words to such an ugly point?! And Ning Caichen, the second master who has always cared about him the most, made a decision on the spot, from now on, the young man must practice calligraphy on the sand table for an hour every day, otherwise, all the meat in the two meals will be canceled, and he can only gnaw vegetable dumplings with the minions!

"Second uncle——!" Ning Yanzhang was self-defeating, made a bitter face on the spot, and begged for mercy in a low voice.

The thing that most resembles a dragon son and a dragon grandson on his body is not actually his skin color and body shape, but his appetite. If you don't eat meat for one meal, you can't lift your spirits, and if you don't even put salt in two meals of vegetable dumplings, you will definitely be so hungry that you can't lift your pen, let alone learn what to learn!

"If the jade is not cut, it will not be a weapon! We only indulged you a little when we were recovering from your serious illness before!" In this regard, Ning Caichen changed his appearance of plain and kind eyebrows, and refused to be accommodating at all. "Besides, you can't be like a few of us, be the king of the mountain for the rest of your life! And you, you have to live better than we do!"

When he said this, he had a distinctly depressed look on his face. A pair of bright eyes were also full of sorrow and humiliation. Ning Yanzhang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Then, then I'll just practice calligraphy. Second uncle, I listen to you. Practice writing for an hour every day, and then look at the inscription for another hour. ”

"Forget about the inscription, the things in the Buddhist scriptures are too profound for you!" Ning Caichen stretched out his hand, touched his head lovingly, and told with a smile, "It's too vain! I'll take the time to come out tonight, and you'll be able to use it tomorrow morning!" (Note 1)

"Thank you, Second Uncle!" Feeling the warmth from the other party's palm, Ning Yanzhang bowed and saluted.

"It's a pity that there is a shortage of soldiers right now, otherwise, the second uncle should send you to the county school..... , alas!" Ning Caichen was triggered by more thoughts, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The young man at the moment is smart and simple, like himself when he was very drooping. At that time, I had time to study and cultivate myself, but I was busy with fresh clothes and angry horses all day long. As a result, the prosperity outside the body became a dream bubble in a blink of an eye, and in the end, it ......

"You, it's only serious to have that kung fu or to teach him more martial arts!" was stunned, but heard the fifth master Li Tiegui sneer. "In these years, no matter how good you read, can you be worthy of someone else's head-on sword? Look at Liu Zhiyuan, Du Chongwei and others, which one of them read and read. Even if the Khitans became emperors, they didn't dare to touch them easily. It's those scholars who kneel to Li Tang and kneel to Da Jin, and kneel to Da Liao after kneeling, if you want to live well, you have to learn to be a kowtow worm first....."

"This, this is because the world is too chaotic, no, you can't blame the scholars for not being angry!" Ning Yanzhang immediately looked like he had been caught stealing watermelons, his face was red, and the beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down one after another, "But, but there should always be a day when the troubled times will end....."

"The premise is that you and Xiaofei can live to that time!" Li Tiegui shrugged and staggered out the door. The words that come out of the mouth continue to gnaw at other people's hearts like the letter of a poisonous snake. "With his fine skin and tender flesh, if he doesn't learn martial arts to defend himself, as long as he leaves us, he is guaranteed to live for no more than three months. I'll bet you, if he can live one more day, I will follow your surname Ning and be your godson!"

"You ....." Ning Caichen was so angry that he trembled, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal. Since the time of the Huangchao rebellion, the war has lasted for nearly 70 years. The name of the imperial court has also changed four or five times, but in troubled times, you know when the end will be?!

It is better to teach your children and grandchildren to read in troubled times than to teach them how to kill. Although the human nature of the fifth master Li Tie is poor, his words may not be unreasonable. So from the next day, Ning Yanzhang had two fixed homework assignments every day. In the morning, I learned to read words, and in the evening, I practiced martial arts and learned to shoot, and the wind and rain continued.

He is a good and bad person, and he understands the hard work of the second master Ning Caichen to himself, so whether it is studying literature or practicing martial arts, he is very serious, and whenever he has time, he takes the initiative to "add food" to himself, and he never dares to waste time casually, which makes the slightest disappointment in the eyes of Second Uncle Ning.

However, there are some things that can not be compensated for by hard work.

In terms of martial arts, his progress can be described as a thousand miles a day. When you learn the routine, you can draw it up to two times, and you can make it look like you. When practicing sparring moves, you can also rely on your burly figure and extraordinary strength to offset your lack of experience to the greatest extent.

But as soon as he lifted the pen or the book, his shortcomings were immediately exposed. No matter how hard you try, the words you write are still crooked, which is worse than that of Mengtong, who has just begun to learn calligraphy. It took me half a month to learn a thousand-word essay before I could barely memorize it completely.

"This kid can't get it right, he was originally a general!" Ning Yanzhang's reading is so unreasonable, but it makes the fifth master Li Tiegui feel a lot more relieved. deliberately picked up a position that the young man couldn't hear, and grabbed the second master, Ning Caichen, and muttered.

"Even if it is a gate, it is rare to be so stupid!" Ning Caichen, the second master, secretly glanced at the young man who was "holding a pen like a rafter" in the distance, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Who said that if he looks white and clean, he must be a scholar of reading material? Ten fat people, nine of them are full of brains and intestines, and they are about the same! If Xiao Fei's talent for reading is half of that of martial arts, it will be enough for him to be named on the gold list in peacetime. And with his current appearance, it is not the right time for him to be born in troubled times!

"Actually, his current appearance is the best for us and others!" Xu Yuanju, the third master, also paced over with a pot of strong tea, and reminded with a smile while slowly tasting the spout of the teapot.

Even if a person has lost soul, the skills he was familiar with before the onset of the disease can be slowly picked up again after being reminded. And the young Xiaofei worked hard for half a month under the supervision of Ning Caichen, but he still didn't know how to read, and his writing lacked arms and legs, but his martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds. Obviously, before he was smashed in the head by the Khitans with an iron shovel, he had a good foundation in martial arts, but he didn't pay much attention to books.

You can win the world on horseback, but you can't rule the world. The Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty, Shi Chonggui, who was plundered, would not not ask a famous teacher to guide his son to study, even if he was confused and mediocre, but he was ruthless and handed over the dragon son and grandson to a certain martial artist for training. Unless, unless he knew that he would die sooner or later, he prepared his son in advance to be an ordinary man!

Shi Chonggui has more backbone than Shi Jingjiao, his adoptive father who is willing to be the emperor, but his vision is not long-term. Otherwise, he would not have withstood the Khitans for many years, but finally died in a daze. So the worse Xiaofei's talent in reading is, the less likely he is to be Shi Chonggui's son.

So everyone's previous suspicions were purely to scare themselves, but now that they think about it, they are really laughable and generous!

"It's not like that, he's not Lao Tzu's son!" Li Tiegui, the fifth master, now believes that he was indeed too careless, but he refuses to admit it. After thinking about it, he added with a sneer. "It's the second brother, who picked up a mantle heir for nothing! By the way, this kid is not bad, you can just recognize him as a son!"

The last suggestion is undoubtedly well-intentioned. Who would have thought that after hearing this, Ning Caichen, the second master, shook his head decisively, "No, my life is too bitter to affect this child! He, no matter whose son he is, should live better than us!"

Turning his head to look at the young man who was holding a pen and practicing calligraphy, his eyes were full of expectation.

You have to live better than me! This is what most fathers in the world expect of their sons. Even if you are bent over by life, even if you are crawling in the dark all day long, when you are a father looking at your son, your eyes are full of light!

Note 1: The thousand-character text is one of the three classics of the ancients. It was written in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

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