There were tears in Xiaopang's eyes, but the child was very strong and refused to cry. Qi Feihong looked at his eyes and suddenly felt unbearable. He also suddenly remembered the five years he had practiced alone in the mountains. He was quite capable.
Feeling this, he reached out to hold Xiaopang's hand and whispered: "Brother will be your friend from now on."
Xiaopang sat up hard, not caring that he was still very weak, and said loudly: "It's great, I finally have a friend..."
Qi Feihong smiled, picked up Xiaopang as if he was holding his own brother, and said with a happy smile: "Don't think about other people's nonsense in the future, be happy every day, and don't wrong yourself."
Xiaopang said in Qi Feihong's arms: "Okay, I will listen to you, brother."
Qi Feihong smiled and talked to Xiaopang, comforting him, and by the way, he also learned some things about this era from Xiaopang's mouth. After all, he was born three or four hundred years later, was not familiar with the Ming Dynasty, and had little education.
I don’t know much about history, so I need to learn more about this era from Xiao Pang and others.
Xiaopang is six years old this year, perhaps because people in ancient times were relatively shorter and looked like they were only four or five years old. He has been practicing plum blossom pile for a year, but because he is still young and does not have a good master, he is currently
I'm just practicing the plum blossom stance, which can be regarded as practicing basic skills.
Plum Blossom Stake was developed in the late Ming Dynasty. It is also called Plum Blossom Boxing, or Plum Blossom Boxing for short. It is a boxing technique practiced while standing on a stake. It is also commonly used as a basic skill for martial arts practitioners. According to Xiaopang, Plum Blossom Boxing
It is a family inheritance. Most people will not teach Plum Blossom Boxing to people outside the family. His father practiced Plum Blossom Boxing, so he passed it on to Xiaopang. It is considered a family martial art.
Martial arts is not about cultivating immortals. The methods of cultivation are completely different, but it also pays attention to a solid foundation. It is precisely because of this that Xiaopang is now practicing the basic skills of plum blossom boxing, the horse stance on the plum blossom pile, and the stability of the lower body.
Xiaopang really wanted to practice Plum Blossom Boxing to a very high level. He wanted to prove himself and dispel other people's bad opinions about him. So he persisted and used attacks until he almost collapsed.
Something happened. Xia Pang said that even without the supervision of his sister, he would persevere.
Qi Feihong's heart moved. He held Xiaopang's hand and probed Xiaopang's wrist veins, quietly checking Xiaopang's qualifications. Qi Feihong was an immortal cultivator, and he planned to teach Xiaopang the skills to cultivate immortality.
Xiaopang can become stronger. He wants to repay his kindness and repay Xiaopang's father for saving his life.
After a while, Qi Feihong couldn't help but secretly shake his head. Xiaopang's qualifications are not suitable for cultivating immortals. His body's meridians are blocked and his energy and blood are insufficient, so he is innately unable to cultivate immortals. And in Qi Feihong's view, Xiaopang is not suitable for practicing martial arts. Meridians
It doesn't make sense. Even if you practice and then attack, it will be difficult to achieve anything. Of course, Xiaopang can still do it by taking time off to practice and strengthen his body.
Qi Feihong couldn't tell Xiaopang about this matter. If there was a chance in the future, he would explain it to Xiaopang's father, so as not to delay Xiaopang's life.
In this era, learning martial arts is indeed a way out, but it is not the only one. There are 360 professions, and if you choose the right one, you can achieve success in any of them.
"It's time to eat." Wang Ziyan cooks very quickly. In less than ten minutes, she brought two steaming bowls of millet porridge, plus two bowl-sized steamed buns. The millet porridge seemed to have been placed on the stove for a long time.
While it's cooking on the table, the steamed buns may have been steamed in advance, otherwise it wouldn't have been so fast.
Qi Feihong suddenly felt very hungry. He let go of Xiaopang, took the millet porridge and steamed buns, gave Xiaopang a portion first, and then ate it himself. He was indeed hungry. He felt like there was nothing in his stomach and he wanted to take a breath.
Eat a cow. He had felt this kind of hunger not long ago, and it was even more obvious now.
When Wang Ziyan saw Qi Feihong eating, she couldn't help but laugh: "Young Master, eat slowly, there is still a lot, I'll get it right away." She was not as shy as Qi Feihong imagined, and it seemed that ancient women were not either.
Each one is just like what is described in the novel. When seeing a stranger, they blush and their heart beats, unable to avoid them.
When Wang Ziyan said this, Qi Feihong had already eaten the big steamed bun and finished his bowl of millet porridge. He felt that he was not full at all, not even a tenth of it, so when Wang Ziyan said that there was still more
When he came, he already said repeatedly: "Okay, bring more, I'm... so hungry."
Wang Ziyan smiled and went to get the steamed buns and millet porridge. Xiaopang handed the millet porridge to Qi Feihong: "Brother, you can eat it first. Sister will bring it over in a moment."
Qi Feihong smiled sheepishly: "Little Fatty, you eat, I'll wait for a while."
Xiaopang smiled and said vaguely while drinking porridge: "Brother, why did you faint in the back mountain of our Qijia Village? It is very dangerous there, and there are often wolves. If my father hadn't gone to the back mountain to give us
My horse happened to meet you, my brother, while collecting herbs. I'm afraid that you have already been eaten by wolves."
Qi Feihong's heart moved and he asked: "Are there wolves in the back mountain?"
Xiaopang said: "The back mountain is a forbidden area in our Qijia Village. It is very dangerous. Generally speaking, no one will go in. My father has no choice but to go to the back mountain to collect medicine. Brother, what are you doing in the back mountain?"
Qi Feihong smiled and said: "I didn't know it was dangerous, so I broke in accidentally and fainted. Fortunately, I met your father, otherwise I would have been eaten by wolves."
"Young master, please use it." Wang Ziyan came over with a large pottery plate with more than ten large steamed buns. She also carried a pottery pot with millet porridge in it. It looked like there were at least some
Five or six bowls.
Qi Feihong was not polite and gulped down porridge and steamed buns. He ate five steamed buns in one go and drank three bowls of porridge before he felt full.
Xiaopang only ate one steamed bun and half a bowl of porridge, and then he kept staring at Qi Feihong eating and drinking, dumbfounded. Wang Ziyan was also a little surprised, after all, Qi Feihong didn't look like the kind of person who could eat it in one meal.
So many things to people.
No matter how surprised the two siblings were, Qi Feihong said with a smile: "Thank you, I haven't eaten for several days. I am indeed too hungry." He paused and said: "Is there anything I can help with at home? Bai Bai
I feel bad for eating and drinking for free."
Wang Ziyan smiled slightly: "There is nothing to do. Young Master, please go back and have a rest. See if you can remember where you came from... After being out for so long, the Young Master's family must be very worried about the Young Master's safety."
Qi Feihong was silent for a moment and then asked: "Miss Wang, thank you for saving me. I have nothing to offer and nothing to repay, and I feel deeply uneasy. Just let me do something for you, and I should express my gratitude to you.
It’s a life-saving grace.”
Wang Ziyan glanced at Qi Feihong and lowered her head slightly: "If you can't remember where you come from, please don't leave our house. It's not peaceful outside, and officers and soldiers often catch spies during this period. In case you are regarded as a spy.
If he is captured, he will probably escape death and will never be able to go home in his lifetime."
Qi Feihong was stunned: "What do you mean by this?"
Wang Ziyan said: "Young master does not have the road guide issued by the government, nor does he have any tooth tags or the like. He will inevitably be arrested by the government after he goes out, and then he will be in trouble."
Qi Feihong thought of the ID card from the era he lived in, and immediately understood what Wang Ziyan meant: "Thank you, Miss Wang, for reminding me. This... may have been lost somewhere. I really don't have these things on me."
Wang Ziyan nodded slightly: "Then please don't leave here, sir, especially at night. There will be a curfew here. Anyone who goes out will be arrested by the government for questioning."
Qi Feihong didn't read much, but he knew a little bit about the history of the Ming Dynasty. He knew that this was the year when King Chuang Li Zicheng proclaimed himself emperor in Xi'an, named Li Jiqian the Taizu, and founded the country under the name "Dashun".
Historical records show that in February of this year, Li Zicheng established the Dashun Kingdom, with the 17th year of Chongzhen as the first year of Yongchang. In March of the same year, the Dashun army met under the walls of Beijing and prepared to attack the capital of the Ming Dynasty. On March 17, Li Zicheng
He personally commanded the army and began to attack the nine gates of Beijing. On the 19th, Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, who was completely desperate, hanged himself in Meishan. Li Zicheng entered Beijing and declared the end of the Ming Dynasty regime.