There was a bamboo chair at the door, and a young man in black clothes, about twenty years old, was sitting on it. An unfamiliar bamboo hat was hung on the wall.
There was a gray package hanging on this man's shoulder. He was thin, handsome and gentle, with fair cheeks and two long eyebrows hanging down from his eyes. At this moment, he had just torn off a piece of dried meat in his hand and was chewing it in his mouth.
Under the rain-proof wooden shed on one side, the firewood at the bottom of the earthen stove for cooking had been lit, and a few black and gray smoke were mixed with it and floated in the wind.
Zhao Qing smelled the smell and only smelled the faint fragrance of chestnut rice. There was no smell of blood. Combined with the scene at the door, he could roughly infer that this person probably only occupied her house for cooking, and his mother was not in danger.
But you can't say for sure, a good looking person might also be a robber.
She reached out and grabbed two handfuls of dirt on the ground and smeared it on her face, lowering her appearance a bit, then quietly returned to the door of the courtyard and pushed the door open.
The young man drank a large amount of water, his cheeks bulged, and he was swallowing the dried meat. When he saw Zhao Qing coming back, he looked a little embarrassed: "Hello, girl, I will stay at your house for one day, do you agree? Pfft! Cough cough cough cough...
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He was holding the dried meat in one hand and covering his mouth with the other hand. He was choking on the water.
Why does he look like a happy corner? He's so elegant.
Zhao Qing tapped the ground lightly with a bamboo stick and said calmly: "I came here uninvited. If you want to stay overnight, you must at least pay some fees. There is no reason to live and eat for free." This was a temporary agreement.
Based on the other party's performance just now, she judged that even if this person had martial arts, he was far inferior to her, otherwise he would not have made such a fool of himself. It seemed that she was too cautious.
Since he is not his opponent, there is no need to worry too much. It is just a temporary stay for one day, so it is not a big problem.
"I'll pay now."
The young man untied the package on his body, took out a flat gold cake and a delicate bronze dagger, made two gestures with his hands, and cut out a piece of gold as big as a soybean.
In today's world, pearls and jade are the upper currency, gold is the middle currency, and copper coins are the lower currency. Such a small piece of gold is worth fifty or sixty large coins, which is equivalent to the total income of ordinary people in a year.
Where did a rich kid come from with so much money? Originally, I only expected the young man to give me one or two small coins or get a piece of dried meat.
Zhao Qing lowered her eyes, suppressed the shock and joy in her heart, reached for it calmly, and went straight back into the house to check on Zhao's mother.
In her previous life, she grew up in an orphanage without any relatives or friends. In this life, her mother's weight is more important than gold in her heart.
Pushing open the door, I saw a middle-aged woman covered with a gray-yellow Gebu quilt, with her eyes closed, lying on the bed. She was thin and pale.
Although he is in his thirties, he already has many wrinkles and looks a bit old.
After hearing the sound, Rui Xi opened her eyes, sat up hard, and looked at her daughter beside the bed.
Zhao Qing took off the handkerchief hanging on the wall and wiped the ashes on his face, then greeted softly: "Mom, are you okay?"
"Ah Qing, don't worry, grandma is fine. But have you seen that nonsense outside?"
"Zhuji? Is there such a surname?" Only the sons of princes in the Spring and Autumn Period can be called sons. People below this are generally called by their first names, and they can also take their surnames.
It seemed that this person had agreed to stay overnight after greeting his mother. Zhao Qing muttered casually and said in his heart that this surname was really not as nice as "Zhuge".
"I've seen you. Mom, what's the matter?"
"Wuchi came to stay at home, and grandma agreed. Ah Qing, grandma knows that you like to practice sticks and exercise on weekdays, so she mentioned a few words to him. Wuci said that his kung fu is very good, and he wants to
Let me give you some advice. After dinner, Ah Qing, you can ask him for advice."
Rui Xi said softly, with an expression of sincere hope that was hard to admire.
She has been ill for many years and has always believed that she has not been able to support the family and has become a drag on her family. Therefore, she feels guilty towards her daughter and can only hope that she can gain something in the things she loves and achieve her wishes.
"Well, would you like to ask for advice?" Asking for advice from a person who cannot fully control his own body and can even choke when eating or drinking? Zhao Qing said that it was a little difficult for him, but for the sake of the other person's gold and his mother, he still managed to deal with this situation.
It's ridiculous.
But having said that, my mother came to give me some advice after saying a few words without saying anything? Is she so good at being a teacher?
Zhao Qing thought for a while and found that he had set up a wooden stake in the backyard for practice. There were many marks on it. Maybe this man had seen something and was not as innocent as he appeared.
However, the other party's family is obviously very good. He is probably from a real big city and should know a lot of information. If there is really something valuable, I won't learn from him in vain. At worst, I will return the gold to him.
She nodded to Mother Zhao, helped tidy up the quilt briefly, turned and left, and went to look after the earthen stove that was cooking outside.
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When the meal was cooked, the three of them had a simple meal.
Zhao Qing first went out to pick up the deer carcass, peeled off the skin, cleaned the internal organs, hung it on a wooden frame in the yard to air-dry, and then put the pottery pots and other utensils used for rice and rice in bamboo baskets and carried them away.
Go to the stream to wash.
The sky is getting late, the stream is cool and clear, with ripples appearing everywhere, and a crescent moon has already hung on the treetops.
The girl squatted lightly by the water, and the gentle breeze blew up a few strands of black hair. The sleeves and straps of the light green shirt were hanging low, almost touching the water.
Zhu Jiwuci was pacing behind her and fanning himself vigorously with his bamboo hat. Maybe he had nothing to do and went for a walk to pass the time.
"Are you from Kuaiji City or somewhere? I heard that you can teach me Kung Fu?"
Zhao Qing didn't believe that a kid from a rich family didn't stay at home and enjoy life, but traveled hundreds and thousands of miles alone and came to remote mountains and fields for no reason. This person must have his own reasons.
But there was no need for her to ask the reason. Who knew what she might get into? But the "guidance of kung fu" was agreed upon before, so there shouldn't be any trouble.
But it's quite strange to be so kind and take the initiative to teach others. In an era of clearly defined hierarchies, it's unlikely that anyone would have any ideals of spreading martial arts to the world.
"A cultivator has no fixed place to live...Actually, I really want to give you some advice, girl."
"Then tell me about it?" Could it be that you saw my excellent qualifications? But I always felt that the style of painting suddenly changed, Zhao Qing thought casually while putting the washed tableware back into the bamboo basket one by one.
"The way of spiritual practice has existed since ancient times and has existed for tens of thousands of years. There have been emperors such as Chao, Suiren, Fuxi, Guangcheng, Qibo, Emperor Jun, Taihao, Shennong, Zhurong, and Gonggong.
, it was completed by the Yellow Emperor in Xuanyuan, and it was described in the Heavenly Book, also known as 'yin and yang transformed into Gang Shen, six qi derived from creation'."
"'Yin and Yang Hua Gang Shen' means Yin Jin, Yang Jin, Hua Jin, Gang Jin, and Shen Jin; 'Six Qi Derives Creation' is divided into the lower six qi, the middle six qi, the upper six qi, Tianyan, and creation.
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"The way to practice strength is martial arts, martial arts... The Hunyuan is as one, the virtual and the real are empty. Once the strength is connected to the spirit, it can control the power of heaven and earth, and start to get in touch with the practice of 'one mind and six qi'."
"As long as you cultivate any one of the 'lower six qi', you will initially have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth... and in legends, those who have cultivated the realm of creation have the ability to divide rivers and seas, and catch stars and catch the moon.
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"But every realm among them is not absolute. In addition to the way of the warrior who first cultivates strength, there is also a school that focuses on refining Qi, which is called Qi Refiner..."