"Yao'er, come here." Jiang Qiao walked to an empty stone, brushed off the snow on the stone and sat down. "Today, Dad will tell you our origins and why we are here."
Jiang Yao suddenly discovered that his father's demeanor had changed, becoming indescribably proud, proud, and noble. This was not the temperament that a serf could have at all.
Even if he was wearing a simple dog-skin coat, he couldn't conceal this aura.
A moment ago, his back was slightly hunched, but now it was as straight as a pine tree, his brows were broad and stretched, and his hair was faintly majestic.
Is this my father’s true face?
Jiang Yao was really surprised and happy. Who doesn’t want a capable father?
This is the only chance to change the status of serfs!
But I heard my father say: "Yao'er, actually our surname is not Jiang, but Deng. We are the direct descendants of the Deng clan in the Central Region, and we are one of the most influential forces in the Central Region."
"Deng Clan? Zhongyu?" Jiang Yao showed the confusion and shock that a seventeen-year-old serf boy should have.
At this moment, he must not reveal any flaws and let his father discover that he is not his real son.
The big deal is, can I really treat you as your son?
"That's right, the Deng Clan of the Central Region!" Jiang Qiao showed a proud look, "The Central Region is the largest and most powerful region in China, millions of miles away from the Southern Region. Our Deng Clan is a second-class martial arts clan, although it is not considered a middle class.
A powerful force in the region, but also the overlord of one party! My father’s real name is Deng Jiu!”
"Dad." Jiang Yao asked with a trembling voice that was both curious and excited, "What is a second-class warrior? Is it very powerful?"
Deng Jiu smiled bitterly and touched Jiang Yao's head, "Oh, this is the most basic common sense, but dad didn't even tell you this. China is vast, and there are so many martial clans, annexing each other and competing for hegemony."
"But there are strong and weak warlords. The strongest one has millions of troops, strong soldiers and horses, and well-equipped equipment. This is often a super strong vassal. The second is the first-class warlords, which also have vast territory, abundant food, abundant talents, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
, are often powerful vassals covering dozens of counties.”
"Secondly, there are the second-class warlords, and we are the Deng clan. Most of the second-class warlords can occupy more than ten counties and have a lot of talents. They can carry no less than 100,000 armored cavalry, and they also belong to vassal towns."
"Below the B-level warriors, there is the C-level. The C-level does not count as a vassal, but only as a military lord. Most of them are tribes, but they are not weak in strength. They can still get 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry, and they also have some talents."
"The smallest martial clan is Ding. Most of these Ding clans are tribes. They often occupy one or two counties and rely on C- or B-class forces. They can muster 10,000 armored cavalry, which is incredible."
What? A feudal town?
Jiang Yao, who knew the history of China well, was surprised when he heard this word.
Isn’t there no emperor or court in this world?
Since there is no dynasty, why is there such a thing as a vassal town?
The so-called vassal town must be nominally attached to the imperial court, otherwise why would it be called a vassal town?
From my father's tone, I could tell that the idea of fan towns has been around for a long time, but it was really strange that a world without dynasties had the idea of fan towns.
"Dad, is there anyone higher or bigger than the super overlord?" Jiang Yao asked. He wanted to know if there was any dynasty in the world, even if it was in name only, even if it was destroyed.
Deng Jiu shook his head, "The super powerful vassal is the top power in China. Who else can be higher than the super powerful vassal?"
"Has it always been like this since ancient times?" Jiang Yao's curiosity prompted him to ask again.
Deng Jiu smiled and said: "Of course it has always been like this. However, strong vassals will become weak and split. Weak vassals will become strong or be destroyed. Changes have been unpredictable since ancient times. There are very few strong vassals that can remain strong for 100,000 years.
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Jiang Yao said: "Dad, did we offend the powerful feudal lord, so we were forced to change our names, leave our hometown and come here?"
Deng Jiu's expression dimmed, and he sighed: "Who says it's not the case? Dad offended the young master of a powerful clan, and he wanted to kill four of our family and then kill him. Deng Jiu will not fight with the powerful clan just to protect us.
During the war, in desperation, dad had no choice but to take your mother, your sister, and the newborn you to escape from the Central Territory."
"Dad knows very well that the evil man has been sending people to look for our family all these years. So, we had to hide among the serfs. The evil man never imagined that we would be willing to become serfs, hahaha!"
Deng Jiu's smile immediately turned into a bitter smile, "But the life of a serf is really worse than death. Moreover, life is precarious. The reason why I didn't teach you how to practice is because I was afraid of being exposed and my enemies would find out. But today, Dad understands,
I would rather be found and killed by my enemies than live like this, a coward."
"Yao'er, dad will teach you martial arts today, but this way we will be easily exposed. If enemies really come to visit us, don't blame dad. If you want to die, our whole family will die together."
Even though Jiang Yao has been a human being for two generations, he was moved when he heard his father's words, "Father, as long as I am not a serf, I am not afraid of death. Even if I die, I must die like a human being."
"Okay! This is my son, Deng Jiu!" Deng Jiu patted Jiang Yao's shoulder happily, "Father and your mother will do their best to make you a martial artist within a year. We still have the resources to practice.
There is something hidden.”
Jiang Yao was even more happy when he heard that there were still resources hidden there.
That’s it!
But soon, he thought of another very critical issue: qualifications.
He heard that all martial arts practitioners have the qualifications to practice martial arts. There are not many people with this qualification. If he does not have the qualifications, then even if his father teaches him and has the resources, he will not be able to practice martial arts.
"Dad, my qualifications..." Jiang Yao asked worriedly.
Deng Jiu smiled and said: "Most of the children of martial arts cultivators are born with qualifications. Although dad does not have a magic weapon to test qualifications, you are my son, Deng Jiu, so your qualifications are certainly not too bad."
In fact, although he didn't know what level Jiang Yao's qualifications were, he knew that Jiang Yao must have the qualifications to practice martial arts.
Because ginger medicine is the spirit of medicine.
According to Master Soul, the most powerful thing about Yao Ling Physique is that he has an innate understanding of medicine. Whether it is various medicinal materials, elixirs, poisons, or magic potions, he can learn them in one go and become proficient in them.
He can also create his own medicine. Even his ability to find medicinal materials is extremely powerful.
The Yao Ling Body's martial arts aptitude may not be excellent, but he can definitely practice martial arts.
Although Yao Ling Body has an amazing understanding of medicine, no one who knows the existence of Yao Ling Body envies Yao Ling Body.
The first is that the medicine spirit body is too dangerous as a medicine introduction for the best treasure pills.
Second, even if the medicine spirit body loses the value of the medicine introduction and can successfully grow into a master of medicine, if it is not strong enough, it can only rely on a certain force, or even be controlled, making it difficult to be free.
Therefore, in China, the importance of force always ranks first. As long as there is force, everything else can be snatched, including talents.
Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "Dad, which one is more important, personal cultivation or military strength?"
He had just heard his father mention the military strength possessed by the various levels of warlords, and he was a little confused as to whether military strength or personal strength was more important.
Deng Jiu replied: "It's really hard to say. For most people, cultivation is of course more important, because they don't have the opportunity to control the military. But for those who control the military, military strength is of course more important."
"However, what dad said is not entirely correct. If your cultivation is not enough, even if you are given military power, it will be difficult for the warriors to obey orders. Therefore, cultivation is the guarantee of military power. If you are not strong in personal force, don't expect to have soldiers and horses to fight for you.
Personal force is the most important foundation."
"But to put it in a nutshell, no matter how strong your cultivation is, to the point where you can move mountains and reclaim seas, you still can't compete with a powerful vassal by yourself. It won't be difficult for the army to kill you with one attack."
"The most powerful person in the world is one with the highest cultivation level and an army of millions! Personal cultivation is of course the most important, but personal cultivation alone is not enough. You also need to have power."
When Deng Jiu said this, his eyes lit up, full of yearning.
Jiang Yao immediately understood that this father was also an ambitious person.
"Let's go! Let's talk when we get back." Deng Jiu stood up.
Jiang Yao followed her father back to the simple courtyard in the village. Jiang's mother was washing clothes by the windlass well, and what she was washing was her own underwear.
Jiang Yao felt a little distressed and a little embarrassed.
His body is already seventeen years old, and he must wash his underwear by himself. The boy already has privacy, and even if he is his own mother, he cannot let her do this for him all the time.
Mother Jiang bent over and lowered the bucket towards the wellhead. With a clicking sound, the barrel shattered the ice cubes in the well. Mother Jiang shook the wheel with some difficulty and hoisted a large bucket of well water precariously. The ice cubes in the barrel
They collide with each other and make a crisp and melodious tinkling sound.
Mother Jiang exhaled white mist in the cold wind, flipped her hair, squatted down again, and rubbed a pair of Jiang Yao's shorts.
It was a cold day, and her hands were red from the cold.
Jiang Yao's nose felt sore, "Mom, stop washing. I'll do it!"
Jiang's mother smiled at Bai Wu and said, "How can that happen? My son is a man and cannot wash clothes. When you get married to Meimei, mother will not wash clothes for you."
After saying that, he raised the stick and started beating on the clothes.
Deng Jiu sighed, "Damn it, don't wash it yet. Let me tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Jiang's mother raised her upright face and quickly pushed her hanging hair behind her ears.
Deng Jiu knelt down and said, "Fuck, don't blame me. I told Yao'er all those things. I don't think it's better to die in such a useless way. At worst, the whole family will die together. I can hide as a serf for the rest of my life, but we can't
Let Yao'er remain a serf."
Jiang's mother looked at Deng Jiu blankly, her beautiful big eyes slowly overflowing with tears, "Dad, you finally figured it out, it's good, it's good."
After saying that, she continued to beat her clothes with her head down, but after a few beats, she threw the clothes-beating stick to the ground and stood up suddenly.
At this moment, her momentum also changed.
She became energetic and radiant, with an indescribable heroic demeanor and no trace of a serf woman at all.
"Yao'er, from today on, we will teach you martial arts! My son, Wei Rong, will never be a serf again!"
Oh my God.
Jiang Yao was shocked again. Oh my god.
My sister Jiang Cai, who was making lunch, heard the noise and came out. She looked at Jiang Yao and smiled with tears in her eyes, "Xiao Yao, you can finally practice martial arts!"