"Qin Feng, go and move the deck chair over, let us talk!"
After walking around the village, Zai Shi's spirit became more energetic, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face turned red, and his voice became a little louder.
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Master, you have just sweated and cannot blow the wind. Let's go sit in the room!"
Although the wind was not very strong today and the weather was much warmer than the previous few days, Qin Feng still did not dare to make fun of his master's body, so he supported Zai and was about to walk into the house.
"It's okay, listen to Master and go move it, otherwise the old man will stand and talk to you."
Zai stood there motionless. Qin Feng knew that no one could ever persuade the old man to say anything, so he could only go to the house and move the big recliner out.
However, in addition to putting a mattress under the recliner, Qin Feng also covered Zaishi with two thick layers of quilts, leaving only his face exposed.
"I smell the breath of spring!"
Zaishi shook his nose vigorously, suddenly thought of something, and cursed: "That bastard Yuan Shikai, with just one word, I lost one year of my life, otherwise I would have survived this year!"
There was phlegm in the old man's mouth and he was mumbling when he spoke. Qin Feng couldn't hear clearly and asked: "Master, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, the old man said he is content."
Zaishi turned his face to look at Qin Feng and said, "It's just a pity that Qian's gambling skills were not passed down to me. There are several others, but I haven't been able to learn them all!"
Speaking of this, Zaishi's face suddenly showed color and he smiled and said: "Qin Feng, the Thief Sect is the sect with the most complete heritage of mine. Half of the Thousand Sects are missing, and the unique skills of the Killer Sect are all left to you.
It doesn’t matter if they don’t learn the things from Gu Sect and Tiao Da Shen, but even within their own sect, I’m afraid they don’t have much inheritance left, right?
As for the organ gate, some people hid in the Shenji camp of the Ming Dynasty back then, and the inheritance and preservation were relatively complete. But now there are not many people who learn those things, and I don’t know if they have been lost?
Hehe, Master has never learned the skills of juggling and women, but with the above four skills, you will be able to travel around the world!"
"Master, why didn't Grandmaster write down these inheritance papers on paper back then? No matter how good his memory is, it's not as good as his bad writing!"
Qin Feng looked at the old man strangely. When he was teaching skills, he was always told orally, and he was not allowed to write it down in writing. If Qin Feng didn't have superhuman memory, he really wouldn't be able to remember so much, so in his mind I have always harbored this question.
"The rules of our ancestors cannot be changed by me."
Zaishi shook his head and said: "Not only our lineage, but those who practice martial arts have lost more inheritance. It would be good to be able to save one out of ten of the kung fu left now..."
The thinking of the ancients has always been relatively conservative. The more precious something is, the more it is hidden. For example, some ancestral skills are passed down from heart to heart, and are passed down from son to daughter, and from disciple to son-in-law.
Although this plays a role in keeping confidentiality, things that are relayed orally are passed down from generation to generation, and there will eventually be some slips of the tongue or mistakes, which leads to some later unique skills becoming nondescript or even being lost directly.
Take martial arts as an example. In ancient times, those fierce generals who passed five levels and killed six generals, and took the heads of generals out of millions of troops were like picking out objects from a bag. Although this description is a bit exaggerated, according to some historical records, those generals were extremely powerful. There is no problem if there are only one or two hundred people.
But in modern times, any great martial artist dares to say that he is capable of defeating hundreds of people? Let alone thousands of troops, even a generation of masters like Dong Haichuan and Li Shuwen would be chopped into pieces if they were surrounded by hundreds of sword-wielding people. Bolognese.
Of course, Zai Shi left one sentence unsaid, which was that his ancestors played a big role in causing all of this.
When the Qing Dynasty entered the country, they were no worse than Zhu Yuanzhang in dealing with martial arts people. They killed them ruthlessly. From Shaolin Temple to Wudang Mountain, they almost wiped out these two major sects.
So in Zaishi's opinion, there really weren't many things passed down from ancient times. He accepted Qin Feng as his disciple because he also wanted to pass on more things, even though they were just some skills that were not as good as those of the elegant hall.
"Master, you have already said this, don't waste your energy, just have a bowl of chicken soup!"
Although Qin Feng listened to the old man's words, he was still worried about his master's health. After smelling the aroma from the kitchen, he quickly ran over and brought out a bowl of hot chicken soup.
"Okay, I'll drink!"
Zaishi sat up halfway, drank the bowl of oily chicken soup, and laughed loudly: "I never thought that I, Aixinjueluo Zaishi, could have such a good disciple at my old age. What more could I ask for?" !”
"Master, you...what are you doing? Lie down quickly!"
At this time, a ray of sunshine appeared on the horizon, which reflected the old man's face particularly brightly. However, when Qin Feng saw the master's face clearly, his heart couldn't help but "thumped", and he quickly let Zai Shi lie down.
Zai is good at golden point, which is fortune-telling, and Qin Feng naturally learned this skill by following him. It was because of this that Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, because he saw the dead gray on the master's seal.
The art of physiognomy is not simply about judging a person's numerology through their facial features. There are also some theories of traditional Chinese medicine. A real golden pin master is often a master of traditional Chinese medicine with unique skills.
Generally, in traditional Chinese medicine examination, it is believed that the five colors of blue, yellow, white, gray and black on the patient's face can detect the internal lesions of the liver, heart, spleen, lungs, kidneys and other five internal organs.
For example, the appearance of translucent black in Yintang is often a bad omen among fortune tellers. In fact, Yintang represents the location of lung disease, and black color is a manifestation of kidney disease. This can only mean that kidney disease has begun to affect the lungs.
The lungs govern breathing, and the kidneys govern the collection of qi. If the lungs and kidneys are diseased, it will cause qi deficiency, coughing, and irregular breathing. In traditional Chinese medicine, blackening of the yintang is only a dangerous symptom, and it is not life-threatening.
Therefore, the so-called omens of great misfortune by unscrupulous fortune tellers are often just used to scare customers and extort money. Over time, ordinary people also think that if the hall becomes dark, it means they have an incurable disease.
In fact, this is not the case. It is black and bright, and even if it is sick, it is not serious. But if the color becomes as dull as dust and ashes, it is really fatal.
This was not the first time Qin Feng had seen this kind of situation. When Mr. Liu was dying, his symptoms in Yintang were almost exactly the same as those of Zai now.
"Master...Master, you...what are you?" Qin Feng's voice trembled, and the soup bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop".
"Hey, what's going on? Peace every year, peace every time!"
The women in the kitchen heard the noise and hurriedly smiled and said auspicious words, but no matter how bright the smiles on their faces, they could not hide the sadness on Qin Feng's face.
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