Lu Chengfeng slowly put away the palm that was resting on Lawrence Lu.
"Guanying, are you already familiar with my Peach Blossom Island internal strength?"
Lu Guanying opened his eyes and was very excited: "Well! Dad, it turns out that our family is a disciple of Peach Blossom Island. Who will dare to mess with us in the future?"
Lu Chengfeng glared at him: "My mentor, he doesn't like trouble the most. In the future, unless you absolutely have to, you should never use the name of Peach Blossom Island.
And you can’t apply when there’s no one around!
He might be afraid of Peach Blossom Island's retaliation, so he would just crush you to ashes, so no one would know it was him."
Lu Guanying was stunned.
Looking at the useless son in front of him, Lu Chengfeng was a little disappointed.
It would be great if that little junior brother were his own son, and his skills could reach that level at such a young age. Even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, it wouldn't be enough.
Is he still human?
"How did you do recently when you were asked to conquer the Taihu Water Village?"
"It went very well. The village leaders admired the young master's strength very much, and dad also promised to teach them all the skills. Except for a few thorns, they all cried and shouted to surrender to us." Lu Guanying replied.
Regardless of whether they are people in the world or craftsmen, everyone cherishes their own skills, and those who fight for their lives are definitely not just passed down from generation to generation.
As a result, many people in the world are mixed with good and bad. There are even some places where you can dominate with a little bit of skill.
He used to be a disciple of Master Kumu of Qixia Temple. He was the same monk who didn't dare to take action when he saw Qiu Chuji, and yet he became the boss of dozens of villages in Taihu Lake.
Now that the village leaders saw the strength of the young uncle with their own eyes, they were naturally shocked and wanted to hug him.
Lu Chengfeng nodded: "Conquer the remaining water villages as soon as possible. We have three things to do later.
First: Establish a new order in the waters of Taihu Lake. Don't let your mentor come to Taihu Lake on a whim in the future and let him see a dirty scene instead.
Second: Taking advantage of the territory of Taihu Lake, you usually pay attention to collecting some rare things: rare treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc.
From now on, I will take you to Peach Blossom Island once a year to meet your mentor. If you can get some tips from him, you will be able to benefit from them throughout your life.
Third: When Taihu Lake is reorganized, you should pay attention to recruiting some craftsmen who can build sea ships. In the future, we must open up a stable route to Taohua Island.
This way, it will be much more convenient if my mentor needs something in the future, or if the junior sister wants to come and play with us."
"Okay, dad, I'll do it as soon as possible!" Lawrence Lu respectfully replied.
After his son left, Lu Chengfeng looked out the window at the rockery and flowing water, thinking a lot.
If he just wanted to pay homage to his mentor, he certainly wouldn't need to do so much. But according to the latest news from Lin'an, that junior fellow apprentice turned out to be the Great Mongolia's Captain of Ten Thousands and the Prince Consort with the Golden Sword.
With the arrogant temperament of the teacher, how could he let his junior sister marry a married man?
There is only one possibility. Maybe the old man also wants to sit in the position of the Lord of the World just like Nan Di.
As a disciple, he naturally took precautions and trained his mentor a navy capable of conquering the world.
Of course, more importantly, he also wanted to bring wealth and wealth to the descendants of the Lu family.
Teacher, it’s up to you!
…
In Lin'an, when Guo Jing and the seniors explained the ins and outs of the Art of War suicide note, everyone looked unhappy.
Coming all the way here, isn't this just teasing them?
Later, while Guo Jing apologized, he gave one of the deep-sea pearls given to him by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty to each of the masters. The market valuation was at least a hundred taels.
The scene immediately became harmonious. While the seniors praised Guo Jing for being young and promising, they promised that they would be bound to do it next time.
This trip can cost you hundreds of taels of silver. I must look for them next time!
After the masters left, Guo Jing sighed: "Rong'er, you are so awesome!"
Huang Rong smiled slightly, with dimples on her face.
"Brother Jing, my father said that everything in this world is for profit, and everything is for profit. All things can be accomplished as long as they are moved with emotion and benefited."
Guo Jing was thoughtful, remembering Wanyan Honglie's promise to him, and felt that he had learned a lot.
"Brother Jing, I heard that Master Na Xin is resting in Qianshan. Didn't you say you wanted to visit him last time? You just have nothing to do right now, so let's go and have a look." Huang Rong said softly.
Guo Jing was stunned: "Didn't you say that you would go to Peach Blossom Island to visit Rong'er's father?"
"It's all the same. Anyway, let's go and have a walk~"
"Oh well."
The little yellow cat lying on the girl's shoulder was lost in thought.
Peach Blossom Island is in the East China Sea, just to the east of Lin'an, and Qianshan Mountain is to the west of Lin'an. How did this happen?
Does this girl actually know that the earth is round?
So scary!
…
Xinzhou is located 500 miles southwest of Lin'an.
This place has lush forests, beautiful bamboos, green mountains and clear waters, and a wide and flowing Xinjiang River. It is really an excellent place to live in seclusion.
When Guo Jing heard that Mr. Xin was in poor health recently, he asked Huang Rong to sit on the little red horse and drive quickly.
Ten days later, the two finally arrived at Jiaxuanju.
When the two of them saw Master Xin's retreat residence, they were shocked.
It turned out to be a large garden, with several courtyards built in total and more than a hundred rooms. There were also pavilions, waterside pavilions, verandahs and plank roads, and eight to nine hundred acres of open space, which were dug into fish ponds and turned into
There is a vegetable garden and a rice field in the low-lying area.
Huang Rong explained in a low voice that Guo Jing knew that the Song Dynasty treated scholar-bureaucrats favorably, not only with high basic salaries, but also with various gifts for New Years and holidays.
Since the fourth year of Qiandao (1168), Mr. Xin had been in officialdom for thirty-eight years. Although he had been promoted and demoted many times, he had also served as the prefect of Zhenjiang, Shaoxing and other prefectures, holding a high and powerful position.
Of course there is money to build a big yard.
"Sorry, my father is in poor health and no longer receives guests!"
When they arrived at the gate of the manor, Guo Jing and the others were directly rejected by Mr. Xin's son.
"Rong'er, what should I do if Master Xin doesn't want to see us?" Guo Jing was worried.
Huang Rong glared at him: "You're stupid, we are from the world of martial arts, so of course we have to follow the rules. But if we don't follow the rules, what else are we talking about?
Let's sneak in tonight and see if Mr. Jiaxuan is really what those scholars say he is."
"Isn't that not good?" Guo Jing hesitated.
"As long as I say yes!" Huang Rong said firmly.
During this time, she has summarized the method of treating wood like Guo Jing.
That is, don't tell him your feelings, tell him your requirements directly.
Letting this guy guess what he is thinking is simply embarrassing him, but it is different to tell him his request directly, and he will do it seriously. In this way, there will be no psychological conflicts.
For example, if I am complaining alone, why can’t this guy see that I am menstruating and my stomach hurts? Does it mean that I don’t love myself and don’t care about myself?
This way you will only suffer yourself,
As long as you tell him that you have a stomachache and feel uncomfortable, ask him to boil you some brown sugar water, and cover your belly with his big hands, things will be much easier.
…
night.
Most of Qianshan Manor are bungalows, among which there is a building that can be climbed up to see the distance. Xin Qiji named it Jishan Tower, which was later changed to Snow Tower. Climbing the Si Tower can overlook Lingshan Mountain.
On the top of the tall building, the two of them took the little yellow cat and waited until the moon reached the zenith.
It was April at this time, and the night was quiet and breezy.
Being with her sweetheart, Huang Rong felt happy and talked a lot. Her eyes gradually became sleepy and her words were vague. After a while, she fell asleep in Guo Jing's arms.
The jade skin is slightly cool, and the breath is gentle.
With the girl in his arms, Guo Jing didn't dare to move.
At this moment, he seemed to understand the girl's thoughts, she must have fallen in love with him.
But the feeling of love is very challenging for him who has awakened his spiritual power. Because every time his emotions are aroused by anything, he will find that his body will secrete an inexplicable substance.
It seems that these substances control one's emotions.
He doesn't like the feeling of not being able to control his body. When he sees this situation, he will naturally suppress it, so that he will not fall in love with a woman wholeheartedly.
But as a man, he couldn't refuse due to his sense of responsibility.
After thinking for a while, Guo Jing used his mental power to communicate with the little yellow cat lying next to him.
"Brother Le, I'm so troubled. Now Hua Zheng and Ronger both like me. Which one do you think I should choose? But no matter which one I choose, the other one will be sad, right?"
Miao Le:......
After a moment of silence, Miao Le turned his young body away.
Is there a girl who likes me? Go away!
Guo Jing noticed Le Ge's movements and fell into deep thought.
What does it mean to turn your back to oneself?
Back, it means disgust. Could it be that Brother Le hates himself? Definitely not! There should be a deeper meaning.
Disgusted? By the way, the Tao Te Ching says: The best good is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting. It is disliked by everyone, so it is almost in line with the Tao!
What is water? A drop of water penetrates a stone, accumulated water becomes a sea, and the sea accepts hundreds of rivers. It is large if it has capacity.
"I understand, Brother Le, you want me to be as broad-minded as the sea. Since I don't want the two girls to be sad, then I will marry them all back home!" Guo Jing suddenly realized.
Miao Le:???
The little yellow cat was a little confused. What did he say?
Also, this generation of shit shovelers usually looks stupid, so how come they are so smart in this matter?
Could it be that he was just pretending? The little yellow cat fell into deep thought.
He suspected that he had been deceived, and that he had been deceived for eighteen years at a time!
…
Jiaxuanju, master bedroom.
"Dad, you are so old, you should drink less alcohol." Xin Zhen helped his father to the bed and persuaded him.
"Okay, okay, I'll drink less next time!" Xin Qiji said with a smile.
The speaker was an old man with gray hair and a helpless face that had been baptized by years.
The biggest dream of a scholar is to bring peace to the country and govern the country. He did it, but he also paid a price, with many hidden injuries on his body.
Every spring and autumn rainy season, the pain that penetrates into the bone marrow can only be relieved by drinking. Many farmers also suffer from this disease, but he is much happier than those people because he still has money to drink.
After his son left, the drunken old man slowly got up, got dressed, lifted the lampshade and lit the candle.
Then he silently walked to the wall and slowly took down the sword hanging on it.
"Qiang~"
The sword shone with cold light, and it was obvious that it had been maintained regularly.
Xin Qiji looked at this sword carefully and was fascinated by it.
I still remember when I was young, Yu Yunwen of the Song Dynasty defeated the navy of the Jin Dynasty, and internal conflicts broke out among the Jin people. Wan Yanliang was killed by his subordinates on the front line. When the Jin army retreated north, he was ordered to go south to contact the Southern Song Dynasty court.
On the way back from completing his mission, he heard the news that his boss Geng Jing was killed by the traitor Zhang Anguo and the rebel army was defeated. He took this sword in anger and led more than fifty people to attack the enemy camp with tens of thousands of people and capture the traitor.
He was brought back to Jiankang and handed over to the Southern Song Dynasty court for execution.
At that time, he was so high-spirited, even though thousands of people came to visit him.
But now, he is old! Although sometimes he doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed old.
The day before yesterday, the imperial court ordered him to rush to Xingzai to serve as the Minister of War and be responsible for gold mining. He really wanted to do it, but he knew that he no longer had the energy.
These days, every night when he dreams, he dreams of himself fighting on the front line, herding horses and troops, and ordering troops on the battlefield.
How great it would be if I could hear the news about the Song Dynasty regaining its lost territory while still alive!
After thinking for a moment, Xin Qiji took out the map, spread it on the table, and began to think about how the Southern Song Dynasty should deal with the war in May.
Think and record at the same time.
For a long time, until late at night, the old man yawned, packed up the pen and paper for recording, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
After a while, Guo Jing and Huang Rong sneaked in through the window.
"Kill the thief, kill the thief, kill the thief!" Even in his dream, the old man kept mumbling, his voice getting louder and louder.
The two of them looked at the elder with great admiration.
At such an age, you are still worrying so much, and you are still fighting even when you sleep at night. How can you live long like this?
Guo Jing silently walked up to the old man, took out a Yuan-Building Pill and put it into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth. After a while, the old man's face turned rosy and he fell into a deep sleep.
Then the two silently returned to the table in the living room and sat opposite each other.
I don't know how much time passed, but the orioles were turning in the willow leaves, and Xin Qiji slowly woke up and got up from the bed.
The old man looked at his hands in disbelief and was extremely surprised to feel that a lot of strength seemed to have recovered in his body.
Could it be that God has the foresight to allow him to fight again in his later years?
"Hello, Mr. Xin." Guo Jing came over and bowed his hands in greeting.
Xin Qiji was startled, then realized what was happening and asked curiously: "What's going on with my body?"
Guo Jing said: "I heard the story of Mr. Lao along the way and was very moved. I came here to nurse you back to health."
Xin Qiji became interested: "Come, come, help me take a look again!"
…
Five days later, early in the morning.
"Little friends, walk slowly!" Xin Qiji waved to his savior in the distance.
After seeing off his benefactor, Xin Qiji quickly returned to his inner room to write a letter.
The first letter was naturally written to Prime Minister Han Kanwei.
He can still fight! He definitely can’t miss the Northern Expedition in May!
After writing the letter, he called his son to send it out quickly, and Xin Qiji calmed down.
"Guo Jing? I seem to have heard of this name before." The old man muttered, and then he flipped through the letters sent to him by his old friends in the DPRK.
"Prince Consort with a Golden Sword? Captain of Ten Thousands?" After reading the letter, Xin Qiji was shocked, and once again felt that his body was about to return to middle age, and he was thoughtful.
After a long time, Master Xin took out the paper again and started writing a letter, this time to several close friends who were in a similar situation to him, describing to them the situation he encountered, and more about Guo Jing's miraculous life-extending secret technique.
At the end of writing, Mr. Xin hesitated for a moment and ended with a strange sentence.
"He is from the Song Dynasty. He has a noble temperament and seems to have the appearance of a heavenly being."
Over the years, the officialdom had been ups and downs, and he had been deposed many times for no reason. Xin Qiji suddenly understood one thing: "The Song Dynasty is the Song Dynasty of thousands of people, not the Song Dynasty of the Zhao family, let alone the Song Dynasty of the gentry from aristocratic families."
As long as thousands of people live well, he is willing to do many things.
