Zhao Xuanqi was nagged by Zhao Qin all night long.
Because these exquisite pastries cost almost ten silver dollars.
For this reason, Zhao Qin even wanted to confiscate Zhao Xuanqi's financial rights, but Zhao Xuanqi flatly refused.
Just kidding, how can he let Zhao Qin manage his money? How will he live in the future?
"Xiao Qi, now that we have settled down, I want to ask you, do you still remember why your father and mother died?"
After finishing the dessert, Zhao Qin asked Zhao Xuanqi.
Zhao Xuanqi nodded.
From memory, Zhao Qi's father, Zhao Rongen, and mother, Zhou Minqing, were both Su Hai scholars on the surface, but secretly they were members of the China National Salvation Association.
The two published articles in newspapers and publicly promoted the ideology of national salvation. During the operation of major warlords to encircle and suppress the National Salvation Congress a year ago, they were included in the elimination list, resulting in the loss of their families and their lives. After that operation, the National Salvation National Congress was also completely destroyed by all parties.
The big warlords were classified as dangerous organizations, and now they have completely gone underground, like rats crossing the street.
But the seeds have been sown, and even if the sky rains heavily, there are always sparks burning in the dark.
"I also know what Xiaolin Martial Arts School represents. Once you enter this school, some things are unavoidable. My sister doesn't want you to follow the path of your father and mother. That path is too dangerous. I only hope that you can survive in this troubled world.
Live. However, no matter what else, at least, no matter where you are in the future or what achievements you have, you must not bring shame to your father or mother, harm the world, bully one party, or indulge in extravagant pleasures. We will not do it, you
Can you agree to sister's request?"
Zhao Qin said solemnly, as the old saying goes, an eldest brother is like his father, and an eldest sister is like his mother. Now that both of their parents have died, Zhao Qin is very worried that Zhao Qi will go astray, especially Zhao Qi's behavior recently has become increasingly difficult for her to understand.
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"I have my bottom line."
Zhao Xuanqi nodded and said.
Although Zhao Xuanqi's answer was a bit ambiguous, Zhao Qin felt that it was enough, and a smile appeared on her face. She lowered her head and took a bite of the exquisite osmanthus cake. The refreshing sweetness and faint floral fragrance spread between her lips and teeth.
The inaudible voice said to itself: "When will the 40 million compatriots in this land of China be able to easily taste this taste? When will this land be able to stop being coldly looked upon by everyone, no more families will be destroyed, no one will be displaced, and no more people will live in this land?"
Zhuo Li Zhuo Zhao Zhuo..."
Although the voice was small, Zhao Xuanqi still heard it and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He admired those pioneers who changed the world and turned the tide. However, despite admiration, he did not want Zhao Qin to take that road, because he had the memory of his previous life and knew how dangerous that road was.
The thorns are thick and there is a narrow escape from death.
If you are not careful, you will be doomed. Zhao Qi's parents can already be considered to have a good ending.
He only hoped that Zhao Qin could live a peaceful and happy life.
It seems that we need to pay more attention to this aspect in the future.
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Early in the morning, Zhao Xuanqi put on his gray martial arts uniform and went out. I wonder if it was the influence of yesterday's conversation with Zhao Qin. He carefully observed this city and this land for the first time after coming to this world.
The streets are fairly wide, and the ground is made of compacted soil. Some places are in disrepair and are full of potholes. When it rains, they become very muddy.
As a coastal city, Tianhaifu has relatively developed commerce and trade, and has frequent foreign exchanges. It is one of the first coastal cities to open to trade after the Qian Dynasty closed itself off. There are various shops on both sides of the street, and the names of the shops are written on the doors.
The long scarf with slogans swayed in the autumn wind.
Some buildings are typical of ancient China, while others have obvious Western styles.
On the street, there are hawkers pushing carts through the streets; there are roadside stall owners who are shouting hard; there are ghostwriters who set out early in the morning, but have not yet received any business, and are huddled in their chairs and taking a nap; there are newsboys waving their hands. Newspapers, shouting slogans, hurriedly passed by...
There are also various means of transportation. Most people walk. There are also rickshaw drivers parked on the roadside waiting for business. What's more, you encounter one or two people riding bicycles. They are all big shots, not to mention For those driving old-fashioned cars, even if the street is congested, pedestrians and vendors on both sides will give way immediately, without daring to delay even one second longer.
Pedestrians are also dressed in different styles. Some wear old-fashioned mandarins and coat skirts, some wear Chinese and Western styles similar to the Chinese tunic suit in previous generations, and some wear cheongsams and Western-style clothes.
Zhao Xuanqi even saw white people in suits and ties on the street. They stood out among the yellow-skinned Chinese people, and this distinction came not only from their skin color, but also from their body and temperament.
Most of the ordinary people in China are thin, with dark and yellow skin, simple and dirty clothes, and they are arrogant and timid when doing things. However, those foreigners are all tall and well-dressed, and have an unspeakable self-confidence in their behavior. This is a reflection of themselves and civilization. Strength gives them the confidence.
A hundred years ago, during the Qian Dynasty, the six countries joined forces and used advanced technology and powerful force to open the closed door of China, completely shattering the pride of China for thousands of years.
At this point, the entire China was shaken by this and ushered in an era that had not been seen in thousands of years.
Western customs, thoughts, and habits followed, and they collided and merged with local styles. As a coastal area in Guangdong Province, the influence of new Western styles can be deeply felt.
"Foreign" means good, and "foreign" means noble.
Backward and advanced, ancient and modern, strong and weak.
The blending of the new and the old creates a different era.
Standing on the street, looking at the scene on the street, whether it was Zhao Qin's influence or Zhao Qi's memory, Zhao Xuanqi couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
Is it sad? Is it pity? Is it unwillingness? Or is it indignation?
"It doesn't matter if you do something if you can."
Zhao Xuanqi shook his head, thinking to himself, and continued walking towards Xiaolin Martial Arts School.
After entering the martial arts hall, the fourteen named disciples had basically arrived. When the time came, under the leadership of the outer sect brothers, everyone entered the ancestral hall in the backyard of the martial arts hall. Weng Xiaolin personally held an initiation ceremony for everyone, explaining the inheritance and origin of the school. The school's sect rules were also read out, but there was nothing new in fact. They were just rules about respecting teachers, uniting brothers, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, chivalry and righteousness, and not spreading martial arts to outsiders without permission.
After the simple initiation ceremony, Zhou Ze, who was already an inner sect disciple, was taken away alone by Weng Xiaolin, while Zhao Xuanqi and fourteen others returned to the atrium of the martial arts hall with the white-clothed true disciple.
At this time, there are more than twenty outer disciples training in the atrium. Their training is not as uniform as the registered disciples, but they are each doing their own thing.
Some were using exercise equipment, some were practicing the Nine Tiger Forms, and some were sparring. When they saw the new group of outer disciples, they all cast their eyes on them.
"My name is Liu Changfeng, you can call me Senior Brother Liu. When you first enter the outer sect, the martial arts school will arrange a one-month special training period for you. During this period, I will guide you. Remember, this month is for you.
This is very important. I hate cheating, slippery, and lazy people, so you'd better be more alert to me. I'm not as gentle as the senior brother you used to teach me about."
The tall and giant-like figure of Liu Changfeng, the True Legend in White, put immense pressure on these young girls. He glanced around, and no one dared to look him face to face.
For some reason, Zhao Xuanqi, who lowered his head, felt that the other party's eyes seemed to stay on him for a moment longer.
Then, the guidance class officially began.
The first is the posture class. Everyone practices the nine tiger postures. Liu Changfeng personally supervises. Any problems will be corrected by him. If the same mistake occurs more than three times in a row, the huge palm like a cattail fan will immediately slap the person and hit them.
There was a sound like exploding firecrackers.
He used the force very skillfully, only injuring the skin and not the internal organs. However, the exploding pain in the skin was as if a piece of flesh had been ripped off. It was frightening and made people not want to experience it a second time.
After the posture class, there was physical training, running around the field, stone locks, stone hammers, plum blossom stakes, and sandbag formations. After a whole set of training, all the disciples were panting and exhausted, even Zhao Xuanqi was no exception. There was no way, physical fitness was real.
If it is not false, it cannot be false.
Moreover, even if they are exhausted, no one dares to slack off at all, because if they are lazy, the slap as big as a cattail leaf will fall from the sky immediately, making everyone miserable.
The two training sessions ended, and it was already noon. Everyone did not leave, but continued to stay in the martial arts hall. At noon, the martial arts hall provided for the meal, a large plate of pork, white rice, and vegetables.
But in full view of everyone, Zhao Xuanqi still had to restrain his appetite and only ate two kilograms of pork and three kilograms of rice.
After the meal, there was a pot of dark, viscous liquid that exuded a pungent smell.
This is a decoction made from tonic drugs. According to Liu Changfeng, this is a relatively common tonic decoction, and the tonics used are also common. However, even these common medicinal materials are not low in price. If you don’t have channels, you can’t buy them.
Good to get.
The nutrients in this bowl of medicinal soup are equivalent to what Zhao Xuanqi would have consumed if he had a big meal. Moreover, there are fewer impurities in it, making it easier for the body to metabolize and absorb, and it will not affect his daily food intake.
Cause too much impact.
This is what he really needs.
It's a pity that the amount of brewed food in the martial arts school is strictly controlled. There is only one bowl per person, so you can't drink more.
The nutrients of sufficient food and medicinal soup were completely absorbed by Zhao Xuanqi during his lunch break. His exhausted body after physical training had fully recovered. The constant supply of nutrients quickly repaired the damage caused by exercise, making his body stronger.
one cent.
In his previous life, with the help of his digestive function, Zhao Xuanqi was able to withstand more than ten hours of high-intensity training a day.
After the lunch break, the course continues. In the afternoon, there will be an explanation of the essentials of actual combat moves of the Tiger Form Nine Styles, including combos, variations of moves, as well as actual sparring and feeding moves.
The outer disciples have been officially included in the door of Xiaolin Martial Arts School. They represent the face of Xiaolin Martial Arts School when they go out. Naturally, the martial arts school does not want them to be soft-handed and only play tricks.
Therefore, there is this one-month special training. On the one hand, it is to further improve the quality of the disciples, and on the other hand, it is to further observe the disciples' qualifications and performance.
Among these fourteen people, Zhao Xuanqi was the focus of Liu Changfeng's observation.