On the ninth day of March in the Jiazi year, after struggling for most of the night, Ni Qiufeng successfully gave birth to a baby boy weighing six pounds and eighty liang.
Fei Jingting felt very strange when he picked up the baby from the delivery room of the British hospital. Taking this as the critical point, Fei Jingting became a father for the first time in his two lives.
The child was barely 50 centimeters tall, and opened his eyes slightly, revealing the black pupils inside. His face was covered with wrinkles, and there were many white spots on both sides of his nose. He was neither crying nor fussing.
Fei Jingting was surprised, but Fu Yunzhao snatched her away in an instant: "Hey, you don't know how to hold me, give it to me. Oh, my little baby is so beautiful. He will look great when he grows up."
Guan Xiyi endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reached out and grabbed it: "It's my turn, it's my turn. Look, this child's eyebrows and eyes are carved in the same mold as Qiu Feng. Oh, this face shape is closer to Jing Ting's
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After a while, Ni Qiufeng was pushed out of the delivery room. Fei Jingting hurried over and held Ni Qiufeng's hair, which was wet with sweat: "I'm suffering."
Ni Qiufeng didn't care at all. Although he was very weak, his face was filled with a happy smile: "It's always a journey to give birth to a child. Where is the child? Let me see."
The nurse in a nun's uniform retreated the child into the ward and waited for it to lie down. Zhang Leyao, who was playing with the child at the end, carefully placed the child next to Ni Qiufeng.
Everyone praised and praised: "My child looks like you, especially his eyebrows."
"The ears are not like yours, but with such big ears, you can tell that you are blessed."
Hu Qigu flattered him: "Having a fairy father, this child must be lucky."
Fu Yunzhao suddenly said: "Children are so fun, it makes me want to have one."
At this moment, the child suddenly started crying, presumably because he was hungry. Ni Qiufeng had no milk for the time being. Fortunately, Fei Jingting took milk powder and a bottle from the little world and quickly prepared them. The child immediately started drinking.
After eating, he peed again, and the stench was so strong that he smoked Fu Yunzhao out. Fu Yunzhao, who had not grown up, immediately said distressed: "Forget it, children are really troublesome, I'd better practice Taoism."
It was also on this day, April 12, 1924, that Tagore arrived in Shanghai on a Japanese ship.
Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, and by this time he was already a well-known literary giant. When such a great literary giant came to China to give lectures, the domestic literary circle was naturally a sensation.
Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin, who returned from abroad last year, accompanied the entire trip, allowing this sixty-year-old man to experience what it means to feel at home.
But it was fine at first, but things changed later. When Tagore arrived in the capital, Poet Xu was praising Tagore during the banquet. No matter what Tagore said, either Poet Xu or others would keep echoing and flattering him.
Halfway through the banquet, Mr. Zhou, who wrote the Scream, couldn't bear it anymore. It wasn't that Mr. Zhou had any objections to Tagore, but that he really couldn't stand Xu Zhimo's attitude. So he left the four characters "a mess", got up and left
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Later, Mr. Zhou specifically explained in his essay that he couldn't bear to see Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin treating Tagore as a god. Literary exchanges should at least be equal. What's the point of trying to flatter others like a pug?
Literary men these days are hard-nosed. In addition, Tagore went to the palace to meet the last emperor Puyi, so not only Mr. Zhou, but also Mr. Chen, the founder of the organization, criticized it.
Later, whenever newspapers published remarks about Tagore, Mr. Chen always refuted them bitterly.
After the commotion, Tagore left with a somewhat uneasy feeling. On May 29th, Tagore left, and Xu Zhimo sent the old man off to Japan.
Tagore was a poet, and he never said that he was a philosopher. The literary world was actually a bit neurotic... It may also be related to the fact that Xu Zhimo and others regarded Tagore as a god.
He's just a foreign literary giant, asking people how to save the country. Isn't this a joke? China is semi-feudal and semi-colonial, and my third brother is a complete colony.
Fei Jingting finally escaped disaster by taking care of his children. Otherwise, if he had gone, he would have been pushed to the forefront. Not to mention Mr. Zhou, the biggest troll in the Republic of China, even Mr. Chen made people laugh.
Can't stand it.
The child gradually grew, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared. He was so small and very cute. In addition to practicing Tianmu, Fei Jingting spent every day reading books and naming the child.
A total of more than a dozen names were chosen, and they were discussed one by one. This one had a normal meaning, and that one sounded awkward. After many choices, a group of women finally chose the name - Fei Anding.
Anding, taken from Anlu Liding, means that we hope that children will achieve success in their spiritual practice in the future.
Ni Qiufeng's foundation was too weak and he had no hope of practicing in this life, so he thought that his children would be able to embark on the path of spiritual practice and become better than their predecessors.
As soon as Tagore left, Mr. Liang finally found time to come and complain. Xu Zhimo was a disciple of Mr. Liang, and it was Mr. Liang who asked Xu Zhimo to receive Tagore this time.
Not to mention how Xu Zhimo received him, there was a turmoil in the domestic cultural circle, which made Mr. Liang very unhappy.
The original intention of establishing the Lecture Club was to broaden the horizons of the domestic public, not to find an old foreign man to scold.
Fei Jingting declined to comment. Mr. Liang is still protective at the moment, but it will be hard to say in a few years. Mr. Xu is really looked down upon.
After nagging for a while, Mr. Liang said: "Hey, if Jingting hadn't happened to be unable to go, I think Tagore's lecture would have been much more satisfying."
Fei Jingting quickly excused himself: "Mr. Liang, Rabindranath Tagore said that he is a patriotic poet, not a philosopher. With my literary literacy, if I go to communicate with Tagore, doesn't this make people look down on the Chinese literary world?"
Mr. Liang was happy and pointed at Fei Jingting, saying: "Jingting underestimates himself. Although the writing is really...ahem, the thinking is still good."
Fei Jingting didn't take it seriously. He had never relied on writing in his entire life. What happened? His level was the average level for engineering students.
Fei Jingting turned around and asked Ni Qiufeng to come down with the child and take a look at Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang was very happy and took out the Kuai Jade Pendant. The seed material looked like Hetian jade, and the zodiac signs were carved into it. I guess Mr. Liang had been prepared for it.
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The child soon started clamoring for milk, so Fei Jingting asked Ni Qiufeng to take it away. Mr. Liang turned to ask: "The last time I came here, Jingting mentioned that he was writing a book recently...has it been completed?"
Fei Jingting said awkwardly: "The progress is slow, there is really too much information that needs to be consulted."
Whether you are writing or not, Fei Jingting has written more than 100,000 words for this book, and I think he will be able to finish it in a while.
Pang Shibi, the editor-in-chief of Jinmen Evening News, visited last month. Since he learned that Fei Jingting wrote the book "Farming, Nomadism and the Ocean", Editor Pang was very polite in his words. It was obvious that Editor Pang regarded Fei Jingting as a
He is a cultural celebrity, not a simple novelist.
Yes, the chain of contempt is very clear these days. People who engage in literature look down on those who write novels, especially entertainment novels such as martial arts and fairy tales.
Seeing Pang Shibi's words flickering and talking in circles, even a fool would understand the purpose of this guy. Fei Jingting thought about it, he had copied both the left and right Shooting Condors, and it seemed that he didn't lack a copy of the Divine Condor?
So he took the time to write an outline and handed it to an excited Pang Shibi a week later. Fei Jingting immediately told him that this would definitely be the last one. If he wants to write a novel in the future, he should find someone else.
Pang Shibi immediately swore that it would be the last time, and then ran away with the outline.
It's been a month now, but Shendiao has still not seen the newspaper, and I don't know if Pang Shibi is saving manuscripts.
Having said that, Mr. Liang really couldn't wait for Fei Jingting's eloquent speech, so he forced Fei Jingting to take out the semi-finished product. After seeing the result, Mr. Liang was a little confused.
There is no doubt that climate affected the Central Plains dynasties. The question is why did Fei Jingting write this book? What is the significance?
At least in Mr. Liang's opinion, this book is far more ideologically based than the previous one!
Mr. Liang couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Jing Ting, your book... um... has a very new idea."
Fei Jingting couldn't tell there was something in his words? He smiled and said, "Mr. Liang, my book is not for today's people."
That's right, this book was written for those retarded people who were brainwashed by the West a hundred years later and then said that Chinese people should not eat meat.
Mr. Liang asked a few more questions, but seeing Fei Jingting acting mysterious, he simply stopped asking. Finally, after repeated admonitions, he left in disappointment.
With Fei Jingting's reputation in the literary world, there is no problem in publishing it. Not to mention the sales volume, it is no problem to sell 20,000 or 30,000 copies.
As for more... Hehe, everyone these days wants to see how to save the country. Fei Jingting talks about climate change and the rise and fall of the Central Plains dynasties. Who really wants to see it?
A little later than Fei Jingting expected, the book was finally finalized at the end of June, with the title "Climate and Dynasty".
The Commercial Press took over, but the editor who contacted it read it several times and still couldn't understand what Fei Jingting's book meant. Later, Fei Jingting directly reduced the royalties, and the other party agreed to publish 10,000 copies first.
In July, Yin Jinhua, who didn't like studying, finally graduated from elementary school under the supervision of his second teacher's wife Guan Xiyi, and then was promoted to Beichen Girls' High School, where he became an alumnus of Zhang Huaiying.
In September last year, the middle school of Yan's Girls' School was reorganized into Beichen Girls' High School and moved to Liudili. However, the space is still cramped. Mr. Yan and Principal Zhang are looking for a new school site. I guess Zhang Huaiying will not be able to catch up, but Yin Jinhua will definitely be able to catch up.
In time for the summer vacation, everyone went to Jiushan Mountain again. Compared to last year, this year’s Jiushan Mountain had a little less inspiration.
Zhang Huaiying and Guan Xiyi, who had low cultivation levels, could not feel it yet, but Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao felt it clearly. Even with the blessing of the magic circle, the concentration of spiritual energy deep in the cave still could not keep up with everyone's practice.
The advancement of the Heavenly Eye Technique was extremely slow. Due to the special nature of the Heavenly Eye Technique, Fei Jingting handed over this technique to the girls long ago.
Fu Yunzhao has a restless temper and has no patience to practice; Guan Xiyi is a little irritable and has a temperamental incompatibility with Tianmu Technique, so she has never been able to get started.
Only Zhang Leyao, who had only practiced for one year, opened the Yin and Yang Eyes early.
On this day, Fei Jingting was about to practice, when Hu Qigu hurried in and shouted: "Master, something big has happened."
"What's the matter?" Fei Jingting opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.
Hu Qigu said anxiously: "There is news from home that Mr. Gray was taken away from the demon pill and his soul was destroyed."
Mr. Gray... is that old rat?
Fei Jingting thought for a while, and his first thought was the fake elixir sword immortal. His late mentor Wang Jingxuan once said that there is a school of sword immortality that specializes in hunting big demon elixirs for his own use, also known as the fake elixir sword immortal.
.His cultivation level has stagnated, but the sword immortal technique is extremely powerful.
Could it be that the old rat was deprived of the demon elixir by the descendants of the fake elixir sword immortal? But after destroying the soul, it seems that the fake elixir sword immortal would not be so violent.
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In the suburbs of Beijing, the breeze suddenly stopped, and then suddenly spread in all directions, causing the wheat in the fields to fall. Wei Jiang suddenly appeared with a long sword in his hand.
A few years later, Wei Jiang's body grew longer, and her appearance became more and more enchanting. She identified the lower position, held the magic formula with her hands, and stepped out dozens of feet away.
After a short while, they entered the capital. Slowing down their pace, they entered Song Weiwei's courtyard with the sight of a stick of incense.
A Manchu woman was washing clothes inside. She looked up and saw Wei Jiang. She immediately smiled and said, "Hey, is the girl back?"
"I'm back, Aunt Jin. I've worked hard on you these past two days."
"Where are you talking? It's a neighbor, just a helper."
Wei Jiang walked over with a smile, took out two pieces of ocean and handed them into the woman's hands: "Auntie, take it and cut a few kilograms of meat to eat. It's a little bit of my appreciation."
The woman was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear: "What are you talking about? I really can't do it..."
After some push and pull, the woman finally accepted it. After washing the clothes and drying them, she said: "Your master has been much better in the past two days. I haven't been home for two days. I'll go back and take a look. Girl, if anything happens
Son, just say whatever you say, and I will definitely come over."
"Okay, thank you Auntie."
After the woman left, Wei Jiang stopped smiling, stopped outside the door, knocked, and pushed in without waiting for an answer.
"Master, have you gotten better these past two days?"
Song Weiwei sat back on the bed and spoke like a bellows: "The whole screen is hanging with a breath of innate energy... How is everything in Yangmu'an?"
"It's okay, but it's not very popular."
He picked up the teapot and poured tea for Song Weiwei. He handed it over, but Song Weiwei waved it down.
Song Weiwei said: "Girl, don't fool me. The day you left, I asked someone to go to Yangmu'an. Tell me, what on earth did you do?"
Wei Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and took out an object the size of a pigeon egg from his arms. It looked like jade but not jade, exuding brilliance.
"This is... a demon pill?"
Wei Jiang said: "Master and disciple, after receiving your favor, we cannot ignore death. This is a four-hundred-year-old demon elixir, which is barely considered a middle grade. Master uses it to replace Dantian, and I think it will extend his life by twenty years."
Song Weiwei shook his head: "Take it, take it... I don't want the evil ways."
"Why do you have to show off? If you don't become a true immortal, you will end up with a broken soul in the end. It's better to extend your life by twenty years."
Song Weiwei said: "I have spent my whole life wandering around the country, enjoying grudges and grudges. How free and easy is this life? How can I look down on the heretical skills now?"