After this incident, Han Ling rested in bed for half a month, and then miraculously recovered as before. The old doctor was very curious about him, and repeatedly found excuses to come to visit.

Meng Ju belongs to the big heart like a donkey, and he jumped alive again after a few days, and Meihui also calmed down a little, although this child was not satisfied with the death of so many dozens of ordinary martial artists, but fortunately, his little friend was finally unharmed.

And Shide was very worried that the witch would come back, Han Ling was full of helplessness about this, his sword was robbed by her, and he always felt ashamed of his father's thoughts about spending here, but it was a blessing or a curse that could not be avoided, and it was about destined to be such a catastrophe. May the god of luck help me, and the sword will one day return to his hands.

And what has been a recent loss for him is something else......

To put it mildly, Han Ling finally grinded to the master to teach him the method of breathing, the art of qi induction. Once learned, combined with swordsmanship, he truly stepped into the path of martial arts.

According to the Qi Luck Dantian mentioned by the master, Han Ling let the strength flow through the veins around his body in order and open up the air pockets......

The breeze was still blowing, and the flowers were trembling on the branches. But nothing happened to me.

Han Ling: "?"

The master muttered, "This matter is not urgent, you should go home and try more." Not to mention such a natural endowment, even ordinary people can react within ten days. It's only the first day. ”

Han Ling put his mind at ease and continued to practice after returning home.

The light is white, the world is quiet, like a dream.

Han Su looked at the little people who were practicing hard in the courtyard, shook his head and went back to the house. The house was taken over from the previous owner, and the whole family moved to another place to find a safe place to rent the old house for a long time. It was built at the beginning of this dynasty, the years are too long, the summer is hot, the winter night is not warm, at this time you have to find some way to keep warm.

Jia Mingsheng was carefree here, and his brother didn't use any thaumaturgy to find him. Strange to say, since he moved in, there have been a lot more insects of all kinds, but they all go to the chicken fence as if someone is guiding them, which saves a lot of feed.

Han Ling shook his head, tonight's attempt failed, there was no body fever, his temples were sweating, but his legs were a little numb.

He went back to the house and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

From the corner of the house came the sound of Suosuo, subtle but clear in the night.

Jia Mingsheng got up and tiptoed towards the source of the sound, dressed in a white coat, and his shadow was very faint under the moon.

A snake, quietly coiled on the eaves, its head poking down, swaying from side to side staring at him.

This snake is no longer an ordinary wild snake, the scales are translucent and shiny, like a fine jade. And the snake's eyes are like the deepest ink, shining in the moonlight. The snake's pupils stood thinly, exuding a chilling and cold color, and it looked like a strange spirit.

Jia Mingsheng unbuttoned his shirt and took it into his arms, hissing in his mouth, as if to soothe the pain of his long journey.

The man and the snake did not know what they had said, and the snake disappeared into the night as it had come.

Lying on the bed, the room was cold, and Hansu's open eyes slowly closed.

Day 2, Day 3...... Day 10.

Han Ling failed.

He held the sword in his hand, and muttered with a wry smile in his mouth:

"Heaven will descend on people, and they must first ......"

The master was also puzzled, so he had to let him try again.

A month later, on the martial arts training ground.

Master: "?"

Han Ling shook his head.

The master groaned with regret on his face: "Maybe it's due to your physique...... How about teaching you righteous qi? You don't need true qi to achieve great success. ”

Han Ling pulled out a smile: "Master doesn't have to comfort the student, righteous fist...... It is used by the elderly in the market for fitness, and the students are not yet old. ”

The old man looked awkward: "If you don't learn, forget it." ”

Han Ling also thought about it: "It's not a bad thing for students to focus on their literary journey and be single-minded. ”

There was a hustle and bustle of children around, laughter and trouble, and the master had to nod silently.

After that, Han Ling concentrated on his studies and made rapid progress.

The scribes of this world come from a family, so the articles they write are inevitably mysterious and mysterious, and they are not touched by the fireworks of the world. Among them, they are divided into genres according to surnames, and most of the ancient chapters are from families tens of thousands of years ago, and many of this part have disappeared in countless turbulent catastrophes and disappeared. The rest are also hidden, and only a few are still active and widely respected. The Middle Ages was the previous dynasty and even farther ago, and this part was not very fond of it because he was in a peaceful year, with a splendid literary style and singing praises of virtue.

In modern times, it was written in this dynasty, which is more practical and more academic. Most of the articles Han Ling chooses to read are this kind of articles, and the truth in them is also similar to that of the previous life, such as the rule of the world, the benevolence and propriety, and the seclusion of the world...... In addition, there are some that specialize in certain aspects, such as military, civilian, courtesy, and diplomacy...... Wait a minute.

Meng's doctrine is biased towards the parallel of rituals and methods, and most of the descriptions are theories, and there are many works on arithmetic. The Zhou Mu Jia clan has more military literature, telling the method of drill marching, and is well-known in the industry.

As for poetry, people don't value it, it's just something that helps people enjoy when they are drunk.

According to Han Ling's research, the new emperor was very happy when he ascended the throne, and his style of writing also changed again and again, in order to cater to him, he gradually moved closer to the future. The so-called crisis in the prosperous world can be glimpsed from this. For the exam, Han Ling had to read these sycophant articles that looked very gorgeous but were actually extremely empty. I don't know the cold and heat, the sun and the moon rotate outside the window.

Summer goes to winter, that's five years.

Han Ling is already a teenager, with smart eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a radiant look, but his posture is slightly thin. In the past, I quietly got up at night and tried to induce breath, but I didn't succeed once, and finally I had to rest my mind.

Ten years old is the minimum age to participate in the civil and military scientific examination, and Han Ling plans to give it a try this year.

The master thinks that his theory is slightly insufficient, and his practice is far beyond everyone else, depending on which direction this year's topic is. But it's still the same sentence, I'm still young, and I'm not in a hurry.

On this day, because the master had something to do with school, Han Ling had just returned from private study with two big pockets of books, and he heard that there seemed to be a voice in the room, and he heard Han Su talking to a woman. But the people on the road outside can't really be heard.

Han Ling pondered in his heart, secretly saying that he was going to have a stepmother soon?

Hi Da Pu Ben ...... Han Ling rushed in with an arrow and shouted:

"Dad, I'm back!"

Taking advantage of this time to sneak around, there was only one person in this room, Hansu was alone, and the furnishings had not moved at all, and they were still antique.

Han Su said indifferently: "Why is it so early today?"

Han Ling smiled: "The master has something to do, so let it go in advance...... How did I just hear you talking to whom?"

His father looked dazed: "?"

Han Ling: "???"

Ay... Another headless case.

A few days passed.

When Han Su was eating in the morning, he suddenly said, "According to the rules, I should invite a girl to the family." ”

Han Ling had also heard of this, the ten-year-old child lived in a separate hospital with his parents, and the slaves and maids were arranged separately for food and clothing, but he was still puzzled in his heart: "Our small family, when will we pay so much attention to it?"

Han Su said indifferently: "You are a father, I am a father?"

Han Ling: "......"

When I came back that night, I saw a girl in brown sweeping the courtyard, and Han Ling said in his heart that his father was moving fast.

He was about to step forward, but the girl came silently and took the book, paper and ink in his hand.

Han Ling was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "You...... What's your name?"

The girl raised her head slightly, her face was thoughtful, and her eyes were bright. It's just that Han Ling inexplicably felt that her face was not quite right.

"The little maid is single, and her name is ...... The young master's family, just ask the slave to clear her heart. ”

Han Su stood at the door of the house, his expression indistinguishable.