No matter how good the kung fu is, it can't beat the foreign guns!

This is the sorrow of the warrior in this era.

Yan Zhendong has been practicing family kung fu for decades, and his hard qigong is one of the few rivals in this era, and he is not afraid of slashing and smashing, which is enough to fight in the world in the era of cold weapons.

But now that the Shahe Gang is just a thug who doesn't go into the stream, he can beat him to the way he is now with one shot, so what has become of his hard work in practicing martial arts for so many years? It is better for someone to pull the trigger casually.

In this unprecedented change of the times in China in the past 5,000 years, there are too many sunset warriors like Yan Zhendong, and the arrival of foreign guns and foreign cannons has made a kind of Chinese martial artists who practice national art enter a period of panic and confusion.

"After all, foreign guns are not yet popular, and in ordinary life, practicing martial arts can still defend oneself. ”

Seeing Yan Zhendong's face lost, Li Xiake said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? You were attacked from behind this time and were seriously injured, this foreign gun is equivalent to a hidden weapon, but it is a little more powerful." ”

He stood up and said, "Unless you go to the battlefield to fight the army, with your kung fu, even in the face of a few people with guns in their hands, you will never be injured like this! ”

Li Xiake glanced at Huang Feihong: "Feihong, you heal Master Yan well, I won't be here, I still have to study." ”

He shook his head and sighed: "I came to your world, it seems that I am not here to learn martial arts, but to study and learn!"

Huang Feihong secretly laughed: "Confucian classics, medical classics, many people may not be able to achieve the word 'proficient' in their lives, Uncle Chivalry is competitive, he doesn't read these books thoroughly, that is never to stop, even if he is a genius, but without a few years of hard work, he will definitely not be able to learn." ”

In fact, Li Xiake also read ancient classics before, but the real original books of classical Chinese, he only read the two books "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai" and "Historical Records", although these two books are a little condescending, but there are broken sentences, not to mention that the writing is not pretending to be profound, but smooth and concise, so it can still be read.

But other books are different, just like the Four Books and the Five Classics and other books, it is simply a sentence with a meaning, a sentence with an allusion, an allusion can lead to a story, and a story can tell a philosophy of life.

If you want to read it thoroughly, it is simply impossible without a lot of energy and time.

At this time, Li Xiake realized how difficult it was to do learning, the more he read this book, the more he found that he didn't understand anything, this learning was much more difficult than practicing martial arts.

This is also why there were very few scientific and technological inventions and creations in ancient China, because too many scholars buried their heads in the piles of old papers and studied the ideological works of these predecessors, thus becoming a group of bookworms who only talked about metaphysics and Taoism but did not understand practice.

Feng Menglong once ridiculed the ancient Confucian scholars, saying that they "chewed the dried pegs one by one, what kind of taste could they chew?"

What he satirized was that these scholars who specialize in carving insects will interpret the works of their ancestors if they don't use their fart.

Li Xiake almost fell into this strange circle of reading and interpretation at first, but then suddenly became enlightened: "I am only learning cultural knowledge, not learning, why am I bothering to do this? As long as I can read and understand books, as for other knowledge, I don't rely on the imperial examination and don't make articles, why should I waste this energy?"

After having this idea, Li Xiake chose to read the book, just memorize the four books and five classics, after a long time, he will naturally slowly understand, now since he is studying medicine, he still has to read more medical books, and other books can also be read, but they can only be used for recreation.

On the third day when Yan Zhendong entered Baozhilin, Wu Zongjun's time to invite him to watch the play came, Huang Feihong walked to Li Xiake's room and wanted to ask him to go to watch the play, and then he saw Li Xiake drinking while flipping through the book.

"Uncle Chivalrous drinks with poetry, this is really rare!"

Huang Feihong walked up to Li Xiake and said with a smile: "Uncle, Lord Admiral and foreigners invited us to watch the play, the time is today, we should also leave!"

Li Xiake threw the wine gourd to Huang Feihong: "I can't understand what they are singing, but it should be very interesting, Feihong, you fill me with more wine, I can drink it on the way." ”

The people invited to watch the play this time are Li Xiake, Huang Feihong, and Aunt Thirteen, and the rest of Bao Zhilin's disciples are still busy with their own affairs, Huang Feihong's disciples, except for a few people who are studying medicine in the medical hall, the rest also have their own things to do, such as Lin Shirong is selling meat in the market, so he is called "Pork Rong".

When the three of them went out, Huang Feihong proposed to take a sliding pole and let the sedan chair driver carry him to the theater, but Li Xiake refused.

Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen are not tall, so it is naturally no problem to sit on a sliding pole, those sedan chair drivers can carry it, and they will not feel very tired, but Li Xiake is nine feet tall and majestic, not three hundred catties, but also more than two hundred catties.

In his previous life, there was a kind of human-powered tricycle in his hometown, and the coachman pedaled the tricycle to make money, he once experienced the feeling of riding a human-powered tricycle with his girlfriend, it was the height of summer, looking at the coachman tired and sweating and panting like a cow, Li Xiake felt very uncomfortable, and then simply let the coachman sit in the car and ride himself as a coachman.

Now Huang Feihong proposed to sit on a sliding pole, Li Xiake naturally disagreed, he took the war horse from the courtyard, put on the saddle, and said to Huang Feihong: "You sit in a sedan chair, I will ride a horse!"

The thirteenth aunt saw Li Xiake put an iron spear on the bird's wing ring victory hook, and saw him carrying the long sword behind his back, and said strangely: "Uncle, let's go to the theater, not fight, what are you doing with weapons?"

Li Xiake glanced at Aunt Thirteen and said, "Watching the play? The foreigner and the official invited us to watch the play, do you think there will really be a good show? Shaoyun, you want me to watch it, don't go to the play this time, just go with Feihong, if something unexpected happens, you don't know how to work hard, don't have any problems." ”

Aunt Thirteen was a little unconvinced: "How is this possible? Who dares to make trouble in front of the government and foreigners?

Li Xia said: "How bold are you? There are so many bold people at this time!"

Huang Feihong looked at Li Xiake with a suspicious expression: "Uncle Chivalry, the person who will make trouble at that time won't be you, right?"

Li Xiake: "You kid, what are you talking about? Am I so bold?"

Huang Feihong: "........."

The thirteenth aunt lowered her head and tried her best not to smile, but her shoulders couldn't help shaking slightly, and it seemed that she had a hard time smiling.