"I have been here for a long time, and I have made some arrangements. When something cannot be done, I can ask Huzi to take you to hide for a while."
Being able to safely let his only grandson enter the mountain, Uncle Zhang was not completely unprepared. He immediately turned around and entered the house, took out a bag of things, opened it and placed it in front of Qin Feng.
"Uncle Zhang, what is this?"
Looking at the iron cylindrical object with thick and round arms, Qin Feng asked curiously: "Isn't it said that there is a lack of iron here? Such a thing is enough to make two or three daggers, right?"
"This thing is much more precious than a dagger. You should keep it for self-defense..."
Uncle Zhang took the object in his left hand and put it on his right hand. The thing just slipped in, like a wristband. When he lowered the cuff, there was no longer any clue from the outside.
"Is it an arm guard?" Qin Feng touched Uncle Zhang's right forearm and said, "This thing isn't of much use. It's better to make it into a heart shield."
"Haha, you are mistaken." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Uncle Zhang showed a smile on his face, glanced left and right, and pointed his right arm at the door panel of the yard.
"Look!"
While talking, Uncle Zhang pressed his left hand on the forearm of his right hand. He heard a "click" sound from the machine spring, and a silver light flashed across Uncle Zhang's right hand.
"This...is this thing a hidden weapon?"
Qin Feng took a step forward and looked at the door panel. Dozens of toothpick-sized silver needles were densely nailed into the door panel, all of which penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood, leaving only one needle exposed.
"It's very powerful. Even a tiger can be shot through!"
Qin Feng stretched out his thumb and index finger and pulled out a silver needle. When he saw the length of the silver needle, he couldn't help but gasped because the needle was more than three inches long.
You know, in order to prevent wild beasts from invading, the wooden doors used in this small village are all made of high-quality solid wood. Even with a gun, it may not be able to penetrate, but this humble silver needle can actually penetrate so deep.
This shows the power of the machine spring.
"Good thing, this is the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle rumored in the world, right?"
Qin Feng pulled open Uncle Zhang's sleeves, looked at it carefully, and said, "Uncle Zhang, you can't see any iron weapons here, what if you can make such an exquisite hidden weapon?"
Without iron tools, there would naturally be no blacksmiths, but things like this would be impossible to make without a skilled old blacksmith. That's why Qin Feng was a little strange.
"My ancestors used locust stones and were also proficient in strange hidden weapons. When my grandfather went out before, he spent a lot of money to find someone to make this thing..."
Uncle Zhang did not hide the origin of this object. This thing is older than him. When Uncle Zhang's ancestors went out, they spent five taels of gold to have an old blacksmith make it. It is considered a heirloom of the Zhang family.
A family treasure.
"You can no longer see these things in the world outside."
After Uncle Zhang handed the thing into his hands, Qin Feng couldn't put it down and started playing with it. Compared with the guns that can be seen everywhere in the outside world, he preferred these hidden weapons that condensed the essence of his predecessors.
"Don't take this thing out unless it's absolutely necessary and your life is at stake..."
Uncle Zhang didn't have Qin Feng's hand strength, so he found a wooden clamp, pulled out the silver needles one by one, and said, "I used this thing to escape from the Qian family. Lu Fenglei knew this thing.
Never use it in front of him..."
Uncle Zhang originally didn't want to give this thing to Qin Feng, because as soon as it was revealed, the Qian family would immediately understand, but the only grandson followed Qin Feng. Uncle Zhang was still a little worried, so he took out this thing.
Life-saving items.
"Uncle Zhang, I don't need this thing."
After playing with the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle for a while, Qin Feng shook his head and said: "It's better to bring it to Huzi. If he gets lost in the mountains, he has this thing and has some ability to protect himself."
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"That's fine!"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Uncle Zhang nodded, took out the stones from his grandson's pocket, and said, "Huzi, you can't use this hidden weapon technique in front of others, do you understand?"
"But...but if you have to take action, can't you use it?" Zhang Hu raised his head and looked at his grandfather, and said a little unconvinced.
"No, even if you risk getting injured, you can't use this hidden weapon technique!" Uncle Zhang said seriously: "As long as you move your wrist, Lu Fenglei can tell the origin of this technique at a glance."
Uncle Zhang had a close relationship with Lu Fenglei in his early years. Both of them had learned some of the other's skills, so their unique hidden weapon techniques could not be hidden from Lu Fenglei's eyes.
More importantly, Uncle Zhang knew that Lu Fenglei looked generous and loyal on the outside, but in fact he was ruthless. After he broke up with him, he led people to hunt him down for four or five years.
Therefore, if Lu Fenglei saw Zhang Hu's tactics, he would probably use all kinds of torture to get information about himself from Zhang Hu, which would be tantamount to harming his own grandson.
"Huzi, let me teach you a trick!" Qin Feng couldn't help laughing when he heard Zhang Hu's childish tone.
"What a coincidence?" Zhang Hu still admired Qin Feng very much. He has grown up and has never seen anyone who can make a chair fall apart when he sits on it.
Qin Feng smiled and said: "No matter if you encounter any danger, you can hide behind the old man in black. You will definitely make a mistake!"
To be honest, Qin Feng was also a little worried that Zhang Hu would reveal some flaws. After all, this child had hatred in his heart, and people like Lu Fenglei had very sensitive senses, and he might discover it if he was not careful.
"I know. If any ferocious beast comes out, I will hide behind him and kill the old man..." Zhang Hu nodded seriously, and only then did a child-like smile appear on his face.
"Qin Feng, Huzi will have to trouble you more to take care of him..."
Zhang Bo was afraid that people from the Qian family would wander around the village, so he looked up at the sky and said, "I took Erniu to hide in the back mountain first. When someone asked, he said that he went into the mountain to collect herbs..."
Qin Feng nodded and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Er Niu, let's go. Grandpa will take you to take care of the medicine garden over there..."
Uncle Zhang shouted to his granddaughter who was feeding the wolf cub in the inner room. He never thought that his granddaughter would reveal a word of what Qin Feng said.
"Hey, here we come..."
Erniu walked out holding the little wolf cub with goat's milk still in its mouth and said, "Grandpa, aren't you able to use the herbs we planted ourselves?"
"It didn't happen before, but now it does."
Uncle Zhang fondly slapped the little girl on the head and said: "Hurry up and leave, otherwise you won't be able to get there before dark. Come and see your brothers again soon..."
"Goodbye, brother. Goodbye, brother Qin Feng."
The little girl didn't think much, and happily followed her grandfather out of the yard with the little wolf cub in her arms. However, she didn't even notice that her grandfather didn't take the usual path and went straight up the hillside.
After Uncle Zhang and the two left, Qin Feng said: "Huzi, don't think so much. Come, I will teach you the technique of breathing with your hands. You can practice it in the afternoon..."
"Brother, you want to teach me kung fu? That's great!" Hearing that Qin Feng wanted to teach him kung fu, Zhang Hu immediately wiped away the depression of his grandfather's departure and became energetic.
You must know that in this dimension, almost all families with inherited martial arts are kept secret. Zhang Hu has good qualifications, but because of the incomplete family martial arts, he has never been able to enter the Ming Jin cultivation level.
Qin Feng stood in the yard, swaying his feet in an unsteady stance, and said, "Stop practicing your previous kung fu. Although concealed weapons are very practical, it is not very good for the body to use swords in a slanted direction.
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Hidden weapons can only hurt people who have not mastered kung fu. People like Qin Feng or Lu Fenglei have already trained their six senses to be extremely sensitive. Their movements and reactions are even faster than the speed of a hidden weapon.
Even faster.
Qin Feng really had nothing to hide from Zhang Hu. After correcting Zhang Hu's posture, he also taught Zhang Hu to memorize his Qi training formula, which was not taught to outsiders, word for word.
Zhang Hu lived in this space and was mostly exposed to ancient texts. He did not reject those Taoist qi training formulas at all. In one afternoon, he memorized the more than 3,000 words of exercises in his heart.
However, Zhang Hu, who has always practiced martial arts, was not very used to Zhanzhuang. After standing for an entire afternoon, he only felt soreness in his back and legs. Qin Feng picked up some herbs and boiled them in water and let him soak them.
It took an hour to get relief.
"Huzi, do you really want to become my teacher?"
Seeing Zhang Hu, who had not complained a word of suffering all afternoon, Qin Feng actually thought about recruiting a disciple. You must know that in today's world where technologically advanced weapons are prevalent, there are few people who can endure such hardship in kung fu.
"Brother, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Zhang Hu's eyes shone with excitement. After just standing on the pile for a few hours, he felt that the strength in his body had increased a lot, and he was even more convinced of Qin Feng.
"Are you still calling me brother?"
A smile appeared on Qin Feng's face. The old school accepted disciples based on their character and qualifications. Zhang Hu was a simple man and would never do anything like bullying his master and destroying his ancestors.
"Master is on top, I will be bowed to you three times by my disciples!"
Zhang Hu knelt down in front of Qin Feng with a "pop, bang, bang," and kowtowed three times. When he raised his head, his forehead was already red and swollen.
"You are an honest kid, Hu Zi, let me tell you the rules of the school..."
Qin Feng smiled and helped Zhang Hu up, and said: "Our sect was founded at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Don't ask questions in a hurry. I will tell you the historical questions later..."
Waving his hand to stop Zhang Hu's open mouth, Qin Feng told Zhang Hu the hundreds of years of history of the Waibamen created by Master Sanfeng. He also told Zhang Hu the modern history of China.
A popular education.
If he were in the world where Qin Feng lived, if he told these things to people around the same age as Zhang Hu, they would definitely be laughed at and not believed.
But living in this space where rivers and lakes have always existed, Zhang Hu listened with great interest, and his expression kept changing as Qin Feng talked.
When Qin Feng talked about the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, Zhang Hu's hands clenched into fists, but when he heard about cars and airplanes, Zhang Hu showed a curious expression.
"Hu Zi, as a human being, you must be happy with your grudges, but remember one thing: you must not be blinded by hatred or blind your soul..."
Qin Feng looked into Zhang Hu's eyes and said, "If you can't do this and keep hatred in your heart all day long, your achievements will be limited..."
Qin Feng discovered that Zhang Hu was good at everything, but he was deeply obsessed with the Qian family. He couldn't help but use a bit of zhenqi in his words, which passed into Zhang Hu's ears.
For his own disciples, Qin Feng would not use hypnosis. The intervention of external factors would affect Zhang Hu's mind. He used a technique similar to the Buddhist lion's roar to fundamentally solve Zhang Hu's problem.
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"Don't be blinded by hatred..."
Qin Feng's words seemed to have magic power. Zhang Hu kept repeating them, his eyes gradually became firm from confusion, and finally nodded heavily and said: "Master, I understand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hu's face suddenly showed a hint of joy. After figuring out the problems that had been bothering him since he was sensible, Zhang Hu felt his heart became clear.
The meridians in the body suddenly became unobstructed, just like a silkworm emerging from its cocoon. The weak aura that used to wander through the meridians suddenly became stronger. Zhang Hu actually entered the realm of Ming Jin at this moment.
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