In the eighth year, the beginning of the new year.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Yongkut sat in the room for a long time, and even missed breakfast, his expression was extremely solemn, and he seemed to be in a heavy mood.

Zhao Yu heard the servant talk about this, so he put down what he was doing and walked to the study.

Hearing Zhao Yu come in, Zhao Yong's expression did not change much, but he beckoned: "My son will come to polish ink for me." ”

Zhao Yu stepped forward as he said and carefully sharpened the ink.

Zhao Yong spread out the paper, the pen was full of ink, and he wrote. Zhao Yu looked at it on the side, but it was a copy of Wang Youjun's "Funeral Post". This book is written by Zhao Yong, which has a different meaning than the right army of the king. Although Zhao Yu has been learning since childhood, but he has not yet learned the body of the funeral post, and now he has the opportunity to observe his father's movement of the pen, and gradually reconcile his mind, and there seems to be a group of melancholy and depression in the cavity, which cannot be discharged.

Zhao Yong had no distractions when he wrote, and he wrote the funeral post three times in half a cup of tea. It wasn't until the ink in the inkstone was exhausted that he threw the pen in despair, covered his face and cried.

Zhao Yu and his father are of the same mind, although I don't know why he is crying, but he feels his father's indignant and sad state of mind, as if he was suffering, he also lowered his head and cried.

The father and son cried together, and after a long time, Zhao Yongcai put away his crying and said to Zhao Yu in a deep voice: "The one I am crying about, the Great Song Dynasty is lonely and straightforward! Today is the day of the death of the Minister of Wen, and I feel it for a while." In ancient times, there were those who went to the dead generously, there were those who died righteously, and only those who calmly went to justice, I only know the justice. Every time I think about it, I have written and begged for bones, and I will return to my hometown in a few days, and I will spend the rest of my life with green light pen and ink. ”

Zhao Yu didn't say anything, bowed down and exited the room.

After returning to his room, Zhao Yushang was immersed in Fang Cai's anger. He dipped his pen in ink, like his father, appealed to this anger to the end of the pen, splashed ink, and gradually entered the situation of forgetting things and me.

After many years of practice, Zhao Yu's calligraphy has become a small success, and this year he has been taught martial arts by the small county lord and has been practicing hard. In the dark, the meaning of calligraphy and martial arts are secretly combined, and the dark energy is intertwined with the ink and mixed together, and the force penetrates the back of the pen and paper, leaving a deep ink on the hard Huanghuali desktop!

The ancients said that Wang Youjun's pen strength is strong, and he is honest and does not deceive people!

Zhao Yu's calligraphy is naturally far from the king of the right army, even if it is far inferior to his father Zhao Yong, but he has first-class martial arts, sympathy with calligraphy, and through the state of mourning, he has achieved the effect of three points into the wood!

The ink stains had dried, and Zhao Yu slowly withdrew from the gloomy and angry situation, looking at the table full of ink, and there was no joy in his heart. He knew that he had learned a profound martial art today, or it could not be called a martial art, but a more suitable state of mind, a state of mourning! At this moment, not only calligraphy, but also his mind and cognition of martial arts had deepened to a new level.

Zhao Yong had already begun to prepare to pack up and return to his hometown, but his two eldest sons still had to stay in Dadu. Zhao Yu's two elder brothers, one has been appointed to the department, and the other is still studying in Guozixue, and his knowledge is extremely solid.

The family is busy, but Zhao Yu has nothing to do. In the past few days, he has been figuring out the newly learned realm of mourning, and integrating the martial arts he has learned with it, but no one has dismantled the tricks to learn, and he doesn't know how to enter the realm for a while.

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, Zhao Yu received an invitation to go to Chongyuanju next to Haizi for a gathering, but the payment was "Bianliang Zhao Min". He only glanced at it, and knew that it was from the hand of the small county lord of the Ruyang Palace.

When it was dusk, Zhao Yu went out on the street and came to Chongyuanju. There was already a guest waiting in the hall, and when he entered the door, he was led to a private room on the third floor.

At this time, the little county lord was already sitting in the private room, she was wearing a white fur coat and a sable fur hat, and she drank a few glasses of fruit wine, and her little face was red, which was very lovely.

"You're here. The little county lord nodded to Zhao Yu, and then looked at the night scene outside the window, his smart eyes were a little reckless, and he whispered: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, fish and dragons dance all night, the willow tops on the moon, and people are about after dusk...... You Han people have no other skills, but your ability to write poems and lyrics is the best in the world. These sentences, read out casually, I think they are excellent......"

Zhao Yu snorted, sat down with a cold face, and did not speak.

The little county lord didn't notice the strangeness of Zhao Yu's mood, and said happily: "Have you read the invitation I sent?" Hehe, Zhao Min, this will be my Chinese name from now on, how about it?"

Zhao Yu lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Zhao Min, why do you want to add a Bianliang in front? Could it be that my family can't even keep the old dynasty?"

The little county lord was full of interest and wanted to show off, but he didn't want Zhao Yu to answer like this, so he opened his mouth and said according to the experience of bickering in the past: "What's wrong with Bianliang? As long as I am willing, Bianliang will be in peace tomorrow today, and Gusu will be there the day after tomorrow! Your family can't be kept in the world, let alone one Bianliang!"

This time, Zhao Yu did not refute, but silently held the wine jug, raised his head and drank it all.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you have something on your mind?" At this time, the little county lord realized that Zhao Yu was a little different, and asked.

Zhao Yu lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "My father has already returned to his hometown, maybe it's time for me to leave Dadu." ”

"What?" When the little county lord heard Zhao Yu say this, his eyes widened, and after a while, he suddenly said angrily: "You said that you want to learn martial arts, and I will teach you with all my heart! Now you say that you are going to leave the capital, who will teach you martial arts in the future? It turns out that I have mistaken you, you are a person who has no perseverance in doing things!"

Zhao Yu's expression became more and more gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "I have long planned to leave Dadu, but I will not return to my hometown with my father, I want to travel the world and see what my Han family has become when it is destroyed by the Tartars......"

When the little county lord heard this, he became more and more annoyed, suddenly grabbed Zhao Yu's clothes, and said angrily: "Heh, it turns out that you learned martial arts from me, a little Tartar, because you are going to learn to kill the Tartars, don't you want to kill me in the future? What is the Han family? The land of Shenzhou has no owner, and you Han people can't keep the good country, so we Mongolians should dominate the world! I am angry that you Han scholars are angry, and you can't beat people and only dare to mumble behind your back. You only say that the Mongols destroyed the world, but you come to tell me that your Han court has done a good job? Looking through the history books, if it is not perverse, who can make the country change hands?"

"You're right, Shenzhou has no owner, and we Han people just originated and grew up in Si, so we may not be able to take Shenzhou as our own. But this land only we Han people know how to build, after all, you aliens did not grow in Si, do not know how to farm, there were five Hu and sixteen countries in the past, and then Jin Meng poisoned, although the theft for a while but made thousands of miles of fertile land into wilderness, after all, can not be the real master. ”

Zhao Yu said in a deep voice: "You taught me martial arts, I am very grateful in my heart, how could I kill you, you are ...... Hey, I will never hurt you and kill you in my life, I will remember you and treat me well, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"

"Okay, okay, you go all over the world, you go ...... Whoever wants you to read it, who wants you not to forget it! Hmph, but if you learn a few vulgar martial arts, you should be invincible in the world, but don't lose your life just after you leave the capital!"

The more Zhao Min said the more the little county lord spoke, the more angry he became, and at the last moment, he slammed the door and walked out of the private room.

Zhao Yu locked his eyebrows and walked to the window, looked at the dance of fish and dragons in the lamp market on the bank of Haizi, and muttered: "The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk...... I also think it's excellent. ”

After the Lantern Festival, Zhao Yu never saw Zhao Min again. As his father's return date approached, he also knew that he was about to leave, but he had no reason in his heart, but he was entrenched in a cloud of sorrow, and he could not be comfortable all day long.

On this day, he finally made up his mind to write an invitation and send it to the Ruyang Palace. However, as time passed, he was not sure whether the little county lord would go to the appointment, and his heart became more and more worried.

In the elegant room of Chongyuanju, Zhao Yu was sitting on pins and needles, seeing that the curfew was getting closer and closer, but the little county lord did not come, and his face gradually darkened. It seems that this time, she really annoyed this little girl, and she will never forgive herself again.

He got up and was about to leave, but he heard the door suddenly pushed open, and the little county lord with a smile like a flower stood outside the door, pointed at Zhao Yu and scolded with a smile: "You slippery boy, you really aren't the tail student! ”

Hearing the crisp voice of the little county lord, Zhao Yu's mood was like rain and sunshine, and he said in a panic: "I'm not a slippery boy, I treat you sincerely." ”

Xiao Jun walked into the room with a face, but there was still Kutoutuo behind him.

Zhao Yu hurriedly saluted Kutoutuo, he always remembered that this indifferent Toutuo had rescued himself.

Kutoutuo still looked indifferent, and after walking in with the little county lord, he suddenly pointed at Zhao Yu.

Caught off guard, Zhao Yu was shocked, and instinctively raised his hand to meet him with a cloud-piercing palm. He comprehended the realm of mourning, but he only wore the cloud palm, which was the palm that had been practiced for the longest time, and the fusion was the deepest. I wanted to slap my palm at the vein gate of Kutoutuo, but I was still a step slower, and I was poked in the palm of my palm by Kutoutuo's finger, and the palm force fell when I landed, and then I felt that half of my body was suddenly paralyzed!

"Okay, Master Ku, you can go out. ”

The little county lord saw Zhao Yu sit down, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "I am willing to come to see you, but I have already forgiven you." If Master Fang Caiku's palm is used with all his strength, you will not be alive again!"

Zhao Yu rubbed his shoulders, and he didn't have half of his strength. He only said that he had been practicing martial arts for more than a year, which was good, but he didn't expect that in front of the master of Ku, he still didn't have the slightest strength to parry. Hearing the words of the little county lord, it was completely irrefutable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little county lord knew that Zhao Yu still hadn't dismissed his decision to travel the world. She had a cold face, threw a package to Zhao Yu, and said indifferently: "See you today, or goodbye." You want to recover the rivers and mountains of the Han family, but I want to protect the Dayuan Sheji, even if we meet in the future, they are all enemies, not old friends! You don't have to remember me, I won't remember you, and everyone will have nothing to do with it in the future. ”

Zhao Yu took the package, only to feel that the inside was extremely heavy, and when he opened it, he saw that there were many things inside. There are four ingots and ten taels of official silver, as well as a pile of scattered silver coins, at most all kinds of healing, detoxification and healing pills, complete types, Zhao Yu couldn't imagine it at all. Thinking that these things were all prepared for him by the little county lord, he became more and more ashamed in his heart, and lowered his head and was speechless.

After a long time, he raised his head and said in a condensed voice: "Minmin, you treat me so well, but I don't have anything in return." It is difficult for a country to make a promise, I, I ......"

He was silent for a moment, took out a booklet from his arms, and said, "You have always been curious about what mental techniques I practiced, and I will record it and give it to you." This method of cultivating qi is something I evolved from the notes of a former dynasty stranger, and it is the only thing I can give you with my hand. ”

The little county lord took the booklet, threw it on the table without looking at it, and said coldly: "I have accepted the things, you can go." ”

Zhao Yu opened his mouth, but he really didn't know what to say, just punched his fist at his heart, and then left.

It wasn't until Zhao Yu walked downstairs that Zhao Min stood up, pinched the booklet in his hand, and asked Kutoutuo outside the door: "Master Ku, what is his skill?"

He pondered for a moment, then stretched out two fingers.

"This is enough to save your life......

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