Fortunately, there were a lot of leftovers from last night, and the two of them ate some indiscriminately, and they also filled their stomachs. Qiao Zhen said: "Second brother, at this moment, we are already brothers, so there is no distinction between you and me." I can tell you about my previous experience. After speaking, he told how he received the task of escorting the dart silver, how he met the peasant robbers on the way, how he learned that there was a plague in their village, and how he helped them steal the dart silver, and finally was forced to leave the Kyushu dart bureau.

Changsun Qi listened carefully, and finally said, "Big brother, what you did was right, if I were you, I would do the same." Qiao Zhen nodded and said, "Everyone didn't agree with me before, and I felt extremely depressed." It is enough to have a confidant in life, as long as you agree with me, I will be satisfied. ”

The eldest grandson Qi said: "Big brother, in that case, you can listen to my story again." After that, he began to talk about his experience.

Niumao Mountain is the most inconspicuous hill among the thousands of hills on Emei Mountain, the location is remote, no one cares; Shuxiangzhai is the only inconspicuous house on Niumao Mountain, although it is named after the fragrance of books, but it smells the fragrance of flowers from time to time; Changsun Qi lives in Shuxiangzhai.

There are only two people in the scholarly house, one is the eldest grandson Qi, and the other is his master, Jingzhuang. For as long as he can remember, Changsun Qi has lived with his master in the scholarly room. Although Jingzhuang is named his master, the eldest grandson Qi was brought up by Jingzhuang since he was a child, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that Jingzhuang was his father.

But the eldest grandson Qi's feelings for Jingzhuang are greater than his admiration, because the master is not smiling on weekdays and is very strict with him. In the eyes of Changsun Qi, the master is an elegant scholar, a gentleman, gentle as jade, a benchmark for knowledge and cultivation, and an object of envy and imitation. Therefore, in addition to reverence for the master, Changsun Qi also has a deep worship rooted in his heart.

The Master's words are holy decrees to him. The master told him to go east, but he would never dare to go west; the master told him to stand, but he never dared to sit; when the master said that one plus one equals three, he would never dare to say that it was equal to two; when the master said that the sun came out of the west, he would never dare to mention half of the word "east." From a very young age, he developed a habit of paying attention to his master's every move. The master picked up the teacup and put it down, and he knew that it was time to add water; when the master picked up the book and raised it above his head, he knew that it was time for him to leave the study; at noon, the master said that today's food was a little greasy, and he knew that it was time to fry two light and refreshing vegetables for dinner.

In short, the master is not only as noble as a god in his mind, but also as an emperor, and he does not dare to disobey the master's words in the slightest.

The master began to teach him to read the Analects when he was very young. When the master taught him a paragraph, he memorized a paragraph, and he never dared to be lazy when he memorized it, because the master would often check him. If you memorize a wrong word, you will have to squat under the wall for half a day, or stand under the hot sun for half a day.

Therefore, he has an amazing memory since he was a child, and he has the ability to remember it.

After he was able to memorize the entire Analects, the master taught him to read the Four Books and the Five Classics. Gradually, Changsun Qi found that reading these sage books was actually quite interesting, and his life was also interesting because of it. When he grew up, whenever he had free time, he would find an opportunity to flip through the books he had read, and every time he would have new insights.

His whole person was also cultivated as a result, becoming humble, kind, simple, and gentle.

Although there are only two people in the scholarly house, and it is rare to see a single figure in the entire Niumao Mountain, Jingzhuang will dress himself up carefully every day. He was dressed in a clean white dress, as if he was like an immortal in the sky, not contaminated with a trace of earthly fireworks, holding a folding fan, often looking up and meditating under the moon in front of the flowers, or whispering a poetic song.

Whenever this time, Changsun Qi would always secretly look at the master, and his admiration would arise spontaneously.

In addition to teaching him the Four Books and the Five Classics every day, his master also taught him how to heal diseases and save people. Changsun Qi is familiar with every acupoint in the human body, and can quickly find the location of this acupoint in the fastest time; he understands the properties of various poisons in the rivers and lakes, and knows the method of preparing antidotes; he has a set of unique and effective treatment methods for all kinds of external injuries, whether they are caused by swords, guns, swords, halberds, or Hu Yue's hooks and forks.

Of course, these were all taught to him by the master. His master taught almost all of him this aspect of medicine, and seemed to have consciously cultivated his talent in this area, and Changsun Qi was also happy to learn these skills to save people.

Sometimes Changsun Qi would see the master sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating and practicing, and white gas would come out of the top of his head. He knew that his master was practicing, and he would hide away from it every time this time. The master had never taught him any martial arts, and he didn't want to learn martial arts. He prefers to study medicine rather than martial arts. Because he thinks that studying medicine can save people, but learning martial arts can only kill people.

He didn't want to kill, so he hated martial arts as well.

But his master doesn't seem to be practicing martial arts so smoothly. When he was a child, he could often be seen pacing back and forth in the small garden with his eyebrows locked in contemplation. At this time, he would hide far away, because the master's face was gloomy and he looked really scary.

He still hopes that the elegant master on weekdays doesn't like the fierce master when practicing martial arts.

In his young mind, he often thought about how good it would be if the master didn't practice martial arts? The master who practiced martial arts always looked weird and very scary.

Anyway, it's just the two of them here, what can they do if they can't practice martial arts? Although he thinks so, he only thinks about it in his heart, and he never dares to say it.

When he was eight years old, an event occurred that brought about the first major change in his life.

In the spring of that year, green shoots had just sprouted on the branches, the earth had just woken up from its heavy hibernation, everything had not yet recovered, and the swallows flying south had not yet returned, but Changsun Qi seemed to have felt the vigor of the restless and maturing creatures on Niumao Mountain.

On this day, the master called the eldest grandson Qi to the study and said solemnly: "I have something important to go down the mountain for a month, you have to take care of the house honestly, don't leave Niumao Mountain for half a step." ”

Although Changsun Qi didn't know what the master was going to do down the mountain, it was not surprising that the master would go down the mountain once or twice a year, and replied, "The disciple understands." ”

The master explained what Changsun Qi should do on the mountain, and after explaining, he went down the mountain alone. So every day, Changsun Qi pruned the branches, planted some flowers and plants, cleaned the yard, tidied up the study, and kept the study in order.