Pushing open the window, there were withered yellow leaves that hit the edge of the window with a tight autumn wind, and slowly slid down into the loess in the yard. Chen Anzhi squinted, took a deep breath of air with a hint of autumn, circled his chest, and exhaled heavily. The tiredness of an afternoon of reading melts away in this breath.

"Uncle He, the fallen leaves in the yard are left behind, it's autumn, it's cold in the morning and evening, you should rest more." The voice of a sixteen-year-old boy carries the unique taste of this age from immaturity to maturity, like a spring shoot, full of vitality that cannot be hidden. "Okay, let's rest, we're resting. But my old bones should move more, otherwise they will really decay. Uncle He's twilight and thick voice came from afar, but he didn't stop, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves of the garden one by one.

"I really can't help you," the young man muttered while his fingers lightly brushed the "Initial Solution of Yuan Qi" on the ebony table, I don't know if he was talking about Steward He who didn't want to rest or the method of refining qi in the book.

"The First Solution of Yuan Qi" is the enlightenment book of most of the people who practice Qi in this dynasty, and it is the most basic classic. However, in this classic book on the table, the four big characters on the yellowed cover are like swords and halberds, and they are infinitely dazzling, and they emit a faint yellow light in the evening darkness of the study. If you turn the first page, you will see the bright red seal of Yuwen Buqi, which is the real copy made by the god Yu Wenguang in his later years. It's just that no matter how the god of war integrates his own cultivation in this book, and how he explains the way of refining qi in simple terms, it will not help Chen Anzhi at all.

His father, Chen Qingshuang, was named the Marquis of Qingyuan because of his meritorious service to suppressing the lonely thief Xiao Hetu, but after receiving the title, he left Kyoto despite the retention of the Son of Heaven and returned to his hometown Anqiu. In the same year, he was born, but his mother died of difficult childbirth. After that, my father never renewed the strings.

Chen Anzhi occasionally thinks lonely that if it weren't for his birth, maybe his mother wouldn't have passed away. The relationship between father and mother must be very good, and now there will always be a little bit of estrangement from myself, and I think it must be because I think of her every time I see myself. It's just that he is congenitally weak, and the road of refining his body is no longer good, and refining qi is not touchable. Thinking that his father was shocking in cultivation but gave birth to such a promising son, he should be very disappointed. But fortunately, there is still Uncle He at home. Uncle He has no children and no daughters, and since Chen Anzhi can remember, he has been taking care of the family inside and out, and he has doted on himself a lot, filling in the family care that has always been missing. said that it was a master and servant, but in fact, the relationship between the two was more like a grandson.

Steward He leaned against the window, pinched the long smoking gun, took a sip, and suddenly the wrinkles on his face were stretched. Every day, after Steward He was done, Chen Anzhi would stay in the study and listen to the stories he had experienced or heard. When I was a child, I was curious, and when I grew up, I gradually learned that the old man liked to be long-winded, and it was too lonely to talk about the past over and over again, but I just wanted to find someone to talk to. So no matter how many times he has heard it, Chen Anzhi always looks full of interest.

"In the eighteen years of Taizu's southern expedition, all the southern countries surrendered, and the founding name was "Zhou". He also ordered the general Yu Wenguang to go on a northern expedition, and the leader of the northern land in the first battle, the wolf lord of Jinyue, destroyed the 200,000 barbarian army of the Northern Qi, and collected Jizhou, Yongzhou, and Liangzhou. The Northland has been ambushed by the leader, the dragons have no leader, and the melee between the tribes is only for the position of the wolf lord, and it has completely fallen into a century-long turmoil. Da Zhou was also fortunate to be able to recuperate for a hundred years. ”

Knocking on the smoking gun, Steward He continued: "Unexpectedly, thirty years ago, natural disasters continued, first there was a major flood in the south, and thousands of acres of fertile land were turned into a country. Hebei, Yongliang Prefecture has a steep drought again, and the red land is thousands of miles. In addition, Emperor Taizong died suddenly at that time, the prince was too young, and the princes of various fiefs had different intentions, and in order to compete for the throne, the world was in chaos for fifteen or six years. It's the 'Rebellion of the Kings.'" ”

"At that time, from the Son of Heaven to the common people, everyone was in danger, suffering from a precarious day. The princely family is worried about the changes in the world, one wrong step, the power will dissipate, and the wealth and glory will become a thing of the past. The common people, on the other hand, really endured the days of hunger and cold. ”

"Because of natural disasters, there is no grain in the crops. Like Yuzhou, there are few people in the place, and in the end, even the bark of grass roots is gnawed up. The chaotic war is non-stop, and the princes of all sides have no time to take care of us little people, not to mention releasing grain for disaster relief, and if we don't loot our overnight grain, we have to recite the emperor's grace. ”

"The old slave's father and mother fell ill in bed because they were old, weak, and had nothing to eat, so they went. The two younger brothers were so hungry that they couldn't help but stuff Guanyin soil into their mouths knowing that they couldn't eat it. The whole person was so thin that only the skin was stuck to the bones, but the belly was as big as a pregnant woman, and she was swollen to death. Later, the old slave met the nobleman and finally survived this cheap life. The life of people in troubled times is really not as good as a domestic dog in the peaceful period. ”

Speaking of this, Steward He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "That's it, the kings, you called me, and after a **** year, the general trend of the world gradually became clear." Today's son is the royal orthodoxy, the son of Taizong, sitting on the six southern states, and the strength is the most huge. At that time, the son of Taizu, that is, the uncle of the Son of Heaven, Ji Wang Xiaohetu, was in the north, recruiting customers, and creating a lonely sect. It has also been supported by the Northern Qi barbarians, in terms of military strength alone, although the troops are relatively few, but the high-end combat power is stable and stable to the Son of Heaven, plus the northern barbarians have been infiltrated by wind and frost since childhood, they are not afraid of pain, and their temperament is ferocious. ”

After a pause, Steward He seemed to remember something and sighed leisurely. "At that time, the lonely door, one king and a half general, two envoys and four protectors, each of them was an unborn genius. King Xiao Hetu of Ji is the first of the three great masters recognized in the world, and almost no one in the world is invincible. But he didn't want the battle of Taibai Mountain, and the king was ambushed. The lonely door slowly faded out of the rivers and lakes. Now except for a few old people, who else can remember the power of the lonely door back then. "'Where the sword is broken, the heroes are easy' is really a great power," Steward He muttered, as if caught in a memory.

Chen Anzhi was puzzled: "Then since King Ji's cultivation was so high at that time, how could he be killed in Taibai Mountain?" Holding his chin, Chen Anzhi thought for a while and said, "Even if he is surrounded by many masters, it should be no problem for him to escape." I remember Uncle He, you said before that the immortal body was improved by Xiao Hetu according to the rock technique of the barbarians in the north, and this exercise is known as the world's first-class hard skill, not to mention escaping, it is easy to take the head of the enemy general among the ten thousand armies. ”

"Oh, the old slave has heard of such a few sayings, and it is said that King Ji had gone mad at that time, and the true yuan was scattered. Some people also say that it is because they found that the people around them betrayed their relatives and left them, and all thoughts were lost. Some people even said that because he couldn't bear to see the continuous turmoil in the world, the lives of the Great Zhou Dynasty were devastated, so he deliberately faked his death and escaped, and traveled all over the world. Now that the world is set and the four seas are leveled, what happened at that time, how can anyone still care. ”

After smoking a bag of tobacco leaves, Steward He dusted off his robe, as if he had dusted off the heaviness of decades of time deposits, and the topic changed: "By the way, speaking of which, the Marquis of Zhenyuan will bring his daughter to visit next month," deliberately stopped, and Steward He looked at Chen Anzhi's face with narrow eyes, "Are you ready for the gift of Yuan Yuan's little girl, other people's little girl called "Brother An, Brother An", but you didn't say anything at all. Seemingly particularly satisfied with his behavior of teasing the boy, Steward He walked away with a smile.

"Yuanyuan, the little girl who pulls the corners of her clothes all day long and calls herself "Brother An, Brother An", I don't know what is going on now. Chen Anzhi thought a little stupidly, his gaze seemed to pass directly through the barrier of space and cast himself towards the north.