Sixty-three years old, everything in his life is always ashamed. Only the pen inkstone is still there, left to joke with the world.

This poem, with plain words, has no grandeur or beauty, and cannot be regarded as a work of hand-me-down. However, what is the standard for weighing the feelings of exaggeration and indulgence under the literal?

Half an emperor and nobleman, half a charming minister. Zhao Ziang's life, if people are allowed to comment, how can they talk about it?

The dead are gone!

This year is the fifth year of Emperor Shun of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and the Zhao Mansion of Yimin Fang in the capital has added a new Ding, and the Hanlin Academy, which has reached the age of knowing his fate, is waiting for Zhao Yong to get another son.

Time flies, and the baby in the swaddling baby has grown from a toddler to a clever and cute child. Zhao Yong is the most fond of this young son, named Zhao Yu, but he always carries him at home and teaches him to read and write, and to write.

In the sixth year of Zheng, Zhao Yu was seven years old and learned the "Xuanji Picture Poem" written by his grandmother, Mrs. Guan. This grandmother of his is a great character, and the most popular is the sincere "My Nong Ci". Although Zhao Yu is a child, he has already learned very well.

On this day, after Zhao Yu wrote a book, Zhao Yong nodded approvingly on the side: "Although my son's pen power is still immature, the organization is clear. Looking at this word, we should know that ten years later, the Han family has added another person who can write. ”

Zhao Yu is just a child, although he learned calligraphy early, it is not his own interest, hearing his father's praise, he said cautiously: "Today's homework is done, can my father allow me to go out of the house to play for a while......?"

Seeing his son's aggrieved and expectant gaze, Zhao Yong sighed and said, "My son has a good nature and doesn't like to be grounded at home, which is known to my father. It's just that there are too many dangers outside, and every time there are lawbreakers running rampant in the city, it will be a disaster, so I don't allow you to go out into the market. ”

"This is the capital, I see that the books all talk about the best place in Gyeonggi, if the first good place is not peaceful, there is still peace in the world?" Zhao Yu wondered.

Seeing that his son had already measured his young age, Zhao Yong's tone was even more lonely: "Today's Yuan and Mongolian courts, after all, foreign races are in charge, and the people of the world are divided into four classes, Mongolians, Semu people, Han people and Nan people. Our Han family is bullied and oppressed, and most of the best places in the capital are just their paradise after all. If Hermes-Epitek provokes them, beating and scolding them is just common, and torture and killing are not uncommon......"

When Zhao Yu heard his father's words, he was not angry in his heart, and his little face turned red and shouted: "How can this Mengyuan court be so hateful! Invade my Han land and insult my people! Father, don't be an official of this brutal court, when I grow up in the future, I will drive them out of the Han land!"

Zhao Yong hugged his son to his lap and said wistfully: "When I was young, I didn't have this ambition, and I also swore not to be a scholar. It's just that the general trend of the world will not be shifted by one person's will after all. Compared with others, our family has another layer of hardship. He was originally the emperor of the previous dynasty, but he stooped to be a thief and was despised by the people of the world! The Yuanmeng court wanted to erect my family as a sign, how could he easily let it go! Your grandfather was terrified all his life, trembling and trembling, and his anger was placed between the pen and inkstone, and he laughed and scolded honor and disgrace without his own ......."

He looked down and saw that his son's childish face was extremely complicated, changed the conversation, and said, "You are just a child, what am I talking to you about this." ”

Zhao Yu lowered his head and was silent, obviously his father's words touched him greatly.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yong suddenly smiled and said, "I just remembered an interesting thing, and I'll show it to you." ”

As he spoke, he put Zhao Yu on the ground, went to the desk to look for it, and soon found an object and handed it to Zhao Yu.

The object was the size of a thumb, but it was quite heavy to pick up, like a brand, cast from some unknown metal, inlaid with a few bright emery, seemingly transparent and opaque, with a faint puff of smoke swirling in it.

"What is this? What a strange look!" After all, it was just a child, as soon as this strange thing was started, Zhao Yu was aroused and turned around to look at it.

Zhao Yong said: "It's all old things from a few years ago, and that day is your first birthday. A middle-aged scribe came to visit me and wanted to compare the art of calligraphy with me. I only thought I was a scholar who studied with the literati, but the man begged for a pair of Wang Youjun's "Sunny Post When It's Raining". After observing for a long time, the man threw his pen and admitted defeat, which was indeed above board. I kept him at home, and when you were around, he suddenly threw the object into the plate. Strange to say, you sweep aside the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone next to you, and only grasp the object tightly and don't let go. ”

Zhao Yu didn't know about his baby's deeds, but he listened to it with relish, and wondered who the scribe was, so arrogant that he wanted to test calligraphy with his father.

"I saw that this object was exquisitely made and the material was extraordinary, so I naturally refused to accept it for nothing, so I wanted to return the gift to that person. He flicked his sleeves and said, 'It was your son who took my things, even if you want to return the gift, let your son return it', and he didn't stay for a moment, the whole person actually rose into the air and flew away directly!"

"How is it possible, how can people fly!" Zhao Yu's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded.

Zhao Yong said: "I used to hear people say that the Manichaeans who rose up in the south had many magical powers, not only coming and going, but also being able to fight dozens of people without exhaustion, and the end was magical. I also heard that all the skills of these people are to practice martial arts, and I think that the scribe is a master of martial arts. It's just that I haven't seen the true appearance of martial arts, or the evolution of the Taoist art of health preservation and absorption, which focuses on fighting and killing the enemy. ”

"Martial arts?" Zhao Yu had many doubts in his heart, but he didn't know where to start for a while, and only held the object tightly.

Zhao Yong patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "This object is yours, but you didn't know anything before, so I will keep it for you temporarily." This is what you owe, and you will always have to pay it back if you look for opportunities in the future. The scholar left in a hurry, and I don't know where he came from, only that his surname was Yang. After that day, I painted a portrait of him, and I gave it to you today, along with this object. ”

Zhao Yu took the picture scroll handed by his father, opened it, and saw the image of a handsome and indifferent scribe leaping onto the paper.

Zhao Yong's calligraphy and painting skills have been passed down from his family, his father Zhao Ziang, and his mother's wife, are enough to go down in history as a master of calligraphy and painting, he himself has talent, calligraphy and painting skills almost touch the threshold of art almost Tao, and a few strokes will portray a scribe's complex temperament vividly!

When he returned to his room, Zhao Yu was still immersed in the old things told by his father, and there were doubts between his eyebrows: "How can people fly?"

The concept of "martial arts" has been deeply imprinted on the child's simple and blank paper. Surrounded by walls, although it is a pure land in troubled times, it is not a shackle!

There is a Song Dynasty, preferential treatment of scholars, the prosperity of literary affairs, the crown of all dynasties. During the Jingkang period, the Jin people broke through Bianliang in Tokyo, not only captured the second emperor of Huiqin, but also collected many classics in the inner hall. Zhao Ziang was valued by Emperor Hu Yuan and Yuan Shizu, and had given many large internal rare books, which Zhao Ziang regarded as treasures.

Zhao Yongzi inherited his father's ambition and carefully collected the Han classics scattered in Hu Lu's hands, and stored them in the mansion for the Han family inheritance.

Zhao Yu grew up in an atmosphere of ink fragrance, and he was not well-read because of his age, but he was already familiar with poetry and had already had an idea in his heart. He always remembered the miraculous martial arts that his father described that evolved from the Taoist art of health preservation and absorption, and began to deliberately read many Taoist classics collected at home.

Among the books in the Zhao family's collection, there is a set of "Wanshou Dao Collection", which is extremely precious. During the period of the former dynasty, Emperor Huizong admired the Taoist Gate, collected the Taoist Xuanjing all over the world, and compiled it into a collection, totaling 5,481 volumes, which is the "Wanshou Daozang". It was already lost in the Jingkang disaster, and it fell to the Western Regions several times.

Zhao Ziang's calligraphy is a masterpiece, and every recorded scripture is regarded as a treasure. There are monks in the Western Regions who ask for the scriptures written by Zhao Ziang, and they take this "Wanshou Daozang" as a reward. This treasure of Taoism has been lost for nearly two hundred years and returned to the descendants of the Zhao family again.

If Zhao Yu wants to read the Taoist scriptures, he starts with this masterpiece of the Taoist scriptures. However, although he is coarse in literature and science, he is only a seven-year-old child after all, and he is forced to read Taoist classics, and he is only dizzy by the golden pill jade liquid and the three-flower polytop, etc., and he doesn't know why. The child originally liked the new and hated the old, but because Zhao Yu had been confined to this house for a long time, his desire for freedom drove him to persevere.

Zhao Yong was originally a person who read poetry and books, but he was not corrupt, and coupled with his love for his young son, he did not feel that there was anything wrong with his son forcing him to read Taoist classics, and he also patiently explained to Zhao Yu that his Chinese theory was ambiguous.

On this day, Zhao Yu finished reading another "Jade Liquid True Collection", and after closing the page, he rubbed his brows and said: "I barely know what these Taoist classics are talking about, but what they say is mysterious and mysterious, and ethereal. If you want to find a direct martial arts technique from it, I really don't know where to start!"

After resting for a while, after all, the desire for martial arts in his heart prevailed, and he went to the cage box containing the books to pick it up, only to see a different thin booklet showing a corner. I carefully pulled it out, only to see that the book was written on the surface of the booklet.

"Acting Mountain?" seems to be the character or number of a certain literati and scholar......"

Zhao Yu's knowledge has never reached the level of understanding the ancient and modern, such as Li Taibai or Bai Lotian can naturally be known at a glance, but I really can't remember who "Yanshan" refers to.

"Yu Mengsheng entrusted him with the important task of collecting the books of the world's Taoism, proofreading and supervising the carving, trembling and frightened, reviewing the scriptures and reading the books, and actually chatting about what he gained, and the words of the family were recorded in it. ”

The first page of the opening chapter is this paragraph. Zhao Yu thought about it, and guessed the origin of this booklet, and at the same time remembered that this Yanshan was the yellow dress of the previous dynasty responsible for the printing of "Wanshou Daozang", known as Mr. Yanshan.

"Repairing books is a huge project, especially from the vast number of Taoist books, one by one, survey, correction, engraving. If Mr. Nayanshan is in charge of this, he must have read many classics by heart. And I'm worried that this book mountain is difficult to climb, and now I have the experience of my predecessors, which is really a good thing by chance!"

Zhao Yu was overjoyed holding the booklet, and calmed down and read it carefully: "The way of heaven is to make up for the ......deficiency when there is more than is lost."

After getting this notebook, Zhao Yu read and figured it out day and night, and corroborated it with the scriptures of "Wanshou Daozang", he really figured out a set of effective qi cultivation methods for him!