"Third brother, you are so great! You are so great! Go back and tell your mother, she will be very happy!" Qin Shuang'er dragged Qin Mubai and walked towards Kuoyuan, laughing and joking.
"Little sister, let me ask you a question." Taking advantage of the fact that the little sister was happy and no one else was around, Qin Mubai asked, "Was I really very pleasing to people before?"
"Hehe, why do you think of asking this all of a sudden?" Qin Shuang'er smiled weirdly, her shining eyes rolled around, and she said with a low smile, "You, you have done all the embarrassing things you have done after being stepped on by a horse a few times.
Have you forgotten? I heard my mother say that you have been naughty and mischievous since you were a child. You refused to study or practice martial arts. You only know how to eat, drink, have fun and cause trouble everywhere. You are not afraid of such a majestic father. You have just finished the family punishment and your tears are still wet.
, turned his back and ran out of the house to run wild. He and some wild boys spent the whole day playing cockfights, gambling, fighting and causing trouble, and even...hehe, he peeped at the eldest girl taking a bath and was caught on the spot!"
Qin Mubai's forehead twitched slightly and almost drew a few black lines. He coughed dryly and said: "Shut up, don't talk anymore! Those were all things in the past. Now I have changed my face and started a new life! ... Well, what happened to my father?"
What kind of disease is he suffering from? I haven’t seen him taking any medicine.”
Although Qin Shuang'er was smart, she was young and simple-minded after all. When Qin Mubai changed the subject, she followed him and said, "It's not like you don't know my father's temper. He always says that life and death are destiny and wealth is in heaven. A man can build a country."
He has killed countless people, so why should he take medicine if he is afraid of death? In the past, the emperor even sent an imperial doctor to examine his illness, saying that he suffered from too many injuries in his early years, a deficiency of energy and blood, and uneven internal organs. After being idle, he also suffered from severe rheumatism.
Over the past few years, his legs and feet have been inconvenient, but he refuses to take any medicine. He usually only drinks some medicinal wine."
"Medicinal wine?" Qin Mubai's heart lit up. He was not unfamiliar with this one. His grandfather in the 21st century was an old Chinese medicine practitioner who often made medicinal wine to drink. It was passed down to his father's generation that making medicinal wine was a common practice. At that time, he remembered that medicinal wine for treating rheumatism was generally
The liquor used was 50-60% alcohol. The alcohol in the Tang Dynasty could not have such a degree without distillation.
"Find a way to distill the wine and make some suitable medicinal wine for dad to drink. It may be effective in treating his rheumatism..." Qin Mubai thought this way.
Back in the room, Qin Shuang'er took Ms. Liu and chatted about today's archery contest, making Ms. Liu smile from ear to ear and praised: "My son has been training hard in the army for three years and he has really made a difference."
, and your archery skills are better than those of your eldest and second brothers. It is not easy to get a compliment from your father. It shows that he has changed his mind and regards you more and more, so you need to work harder."
"Yes, mother." Qin Mubai responded with a smile.
After dinner in the evening, Qin Mubai went to the horse farm in the backyard for a walk. It was the middle of winter and the weather was cold, so he started practicing Wudang Tai Chi, an internal martial art he had not practiced for a long time.
Speaking of internal martial arts, the source is the great spear and broadsword skills on horseback, as well as the Taoist way of maintaining health. Tai Chi, in particular, originated from the ancient cavalry's spearmanship and long-handled broadsword techniques. Its basic usage is:
Opening, closing, and firing is like walking on stilts to use a spear or a long-handled sword.
The horse-riding marksmanship skills that remain in this body now have many similarities with the Tai Chi he practiced in his previous life, and now they have merged into one in his mind, reinforcing each other.
While practicing Tai Chi, Qin Mubai recalled the horse-mounted marksmanship in his mind. Feeling anxious, he took out a horse from the stable, picked up a long spear and stepped on it.
Exhaling evenly and gathering his inner breath, Qin Mubai spurred his horse and started galloping in the backyard. Naturally, a good horse belongs to the general's house. The fierce horse galloped very fast, but the blood on his body could not help but boil a little in the cold wind.
stand up.
Riding a horse was no stranger to him as he had often practiced it in an equestrian club in his previous life. In addition, the combined skills in this life made him even more proficient. Soon, as if he was born with it, he naturally waved the spear in his hand and used it with ease.
He developed a set of domineering marksmanship.
The cold wind was biting and the spear flowers were blooming. Qin Mubai had fun playing with the spear, and even