Most of the young and middle-aged men in the village went up the mountain under the leadership of Yu Jiansheng. Although the rest were old, weak, women and children, they were more than enough to guard the village under normal circumstances.
After all, the uprising of countless ferocious beasts on Xionglang Mountain after the last earthquake is definitely a rare occurrence in a thousand years. But on weekdays, few ferocious beasts will come down the mountain to attack the village.
Although humans are afraid of jackals, tigers and leopards, these beasts are even more afraid of humans.
On this day, Zheng Haotian practiced Menchang Boxing on the playground as usual.
Although he didn't study Neijia boxing for a long time, only seven days, his motivation to study was getting stronger day by day.
Before this, he had never thought that practicing boxing could be such an enjoyable experience.
His punches are like the wind and his body is like a dragon. Every time he completes this set of boxing skills, he seems to gain a deeper understanding. It would be absolutely unbelievable if Yu Jiansheng and others knew how he felt at this moment.
However, Zheng Haotian's time for practicing boxing is still too short after all, and the power of his boxing is still not comparable to that of Yu Weihua. It is just that he is much more proficient than on the first day of practice, and his posture is becoming more and more standard.
The morning sun gradually rose higher. Zheng Haotian closed his fists and stood still for a moment, then slowly exhaled a long breath.
After all the boxing, my whole body became active and I no longer felt any chill.
He spread his legs and ran back home quickly.
When he was practicing boxing, he still had a bit of magnanimity, but once he relaxed, he turned into a lively ten-year-old child again.
"Haotian, come here." His father's voice sounded from the yard.
Zheng Haotian responded and quickly came to the courtyard.
This is where Zheng Chenglian works on weekdays. The dried wood is stacked in a special room. Once Zheng Chenglian's interest comes, he can take it to the yard for processing at any time to create various exquisite furniture or
It's a weapon bow and arrow.
At this time, Zheng Chenglian was gesturing with a saw. When he saw his son walking in, he said unceremoniously: "Come here and cut these pieces of wood according to the lines."
Zheng Haotian blinked his big eyes and said, "Dad, didn't you say before that I couldn't touch these things before I was twelve years old?"
Zheng Chenglian said calmly: "Your strength was too weak before. Even if I wanted to teach you, you would not be able to master it, and you would easily hurt yourself. But now you have great strength, and it is time for you to learn skills."
Zheng Haotian responded cheerfully. He came to his father, took the saw, and started working like a model.
Although he has never done it himself before, he was born in this family, has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running around, so he is no stranger to these things.
However, the difficulty of carpentry was still beyond the boy's imagination. The saw seemed to be very obedient in his father's hands, but it was a little difficult to control in his hands.
Fortunately, his strength has increased greatly now, and he can hold the saw steadily with just a little force.
He slowly pulled the saw back and forth according to the lines his father had drawn on the wood. Soon, he sent the saw into the wood and cut as far as possible along the center line to the end of the wood board.
But unfortunately, unknowingly, the direction he saw had deviated from the intended track.
Looking up at his expressionless father, Zheng Haotian panicked. He tried his best to turn the saw back to the middle line. But he didn't expect that when he used more force in his hand, he heard a "pop".
There was a crisp sound, and the saw in his hand broke.
Zheng Haotian raised his head in embarrassment and said, "Dad, the saw is broken."
Zheng Chenglian nodded slowly and said, "Not bad."
"Not bad?" Zheng Haotian looked at his father inexplicably, almost doubting that his ears were wrong.
"You did a good job for the first time." Zheng Chenglian sighed softly and said: "When your grandfather taught me step by step, I was one year older than you, but in the end, I only sawed a quarter of the board.
The saw broke." He nodded twice with satisfaction and said, "You have the talent to be a carpenter, so I feel relieved that you can pass on my skills."
Zheng Haotian waved the broken saw and felt relieved.
Children always hope to be recognized by adults, especially the recognition of important people in their minds, which can bring them extreme joy.
Zheng Haotian was no exception, and a very happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Zheng Chenglian hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a black wooden box from behind, handed it to his hand, and said: "Haotian, open it."
Zheng Haotian's eyes narrowed slightly. He was no stranger to this wooden box.
This thing has been kept in my father's room. My father usually regards it as a treasure and does not allow anyone to touch it, not even himself.
But children's minds are not that complicated. If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.
After taking the wooden box, Zheng Haotian made a strange exclamation sound.
The weight of this wooden box is unexpectedly heavy, almost not as heavy as some metal boxes. However, in terms of appearance and feel, this thing must be carved from some kind of wood.
Regardless of studying this problem, Zheng Haotian opened the wooden box and found a stack of thick books inside.
Looking at his father, Zheng Chenglian nodded slowly.
Zheng Haotian took out the book, and there were three books in it. Although he was not very old, he recognized many characters as his father, and with a turn of his eyes, he recognized the titles of these three books.
The first book is the collection of anecdotes from the world, the second book is the art of traps, and the third book is the art of refining talismans.
Zheng Haotian frowned in confusion and said, "Dad, what are these?"
Zheng Chenglian did not answer directly, but asked: "Haotian, do you know why our family's carpentry skills are famous far and wide?"
Zheng Haotian smiled and said proudly: "That's because Dad, you have superb craftsmanship and can make things that others cannot."
Shaking his head slightly, Zheng Chenglian sighed, stretched out his hand and said: "Haotian, the skills I use are all small ways, but the real way is here."
Following the direction pointed by Zheng Chenglian's finger, his eyes turned to the wooden box. Zheng Haotian said in surprise: "Dad, did you learn all your craftsmanship from here?"
Zheng Chenglian said in a deep voice: "These three books are secret codes passed down by our ancestors of the Zheng family. The contents in them are all-encompassing. My skills are just a drop in the ocean and cannot be compared to the Tao."
Zheng Haotian's eyes were blinking. His mother died young, and his father had raised him up since he was a child. In his mind, his father's image was extremely tall, and his craftsmanship was praised by everyone within a few dozen miles.
. But I realized today that this little bit of craftsmanship is nothing compared to the secret scriptures passed down from the Zheng family’s ancestors.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and there are all kinds of wonders in the vast world." Zheng Chenglian's voice turned out to be strangely erratic: "The world we live in is just one of the vast worlds, and our ancestors of the Zheng family were originally a prominent family in another world. It's just that
Later, when the family declined, someone tried to plot the treasure book, so the ancestors brought the heirloom book to this world through the Star Transformation Formation, and settled down from then on."
Zheng Haotian opened his eyes wide. He actually seemed to understand these words, but he understood one thing more or less.
The ancestors of the Zheng family were not from the mountains before. Perhaps they were similar to respectable city dwellers who came to buy special furniture from afar.
"Dad, have you been to our hometown?" Zheng Haotian asked curiously.
"No, I was born and raised here. I am familiar with every plant and tree here. This is my hometown." Zheng Chenglian turned his eyes, then smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, even if I want to go and find my roots,
Look, there is nothing you can do."
"Why?"
"Because we are simply not qualified to pass the Star Transformation Formation."
"What is the Star Movement Formation?"
"have no idea."
"You don't know either?"
"yes."
"Since you don't know, how do you know you can't pass?"
"Because this is what your grandfather told me."
"Then how did grandpa know?"
"Your great-grandfather told your grandfather."
"Then great grandpa..."
"Stop!" A faint black line could be seen on Zheng Chenglian's face. He waved his hand vigorously and said: "Anyway, these words are passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. Moreover, our ancestors have left instructions. If any of the family members practice martial arts,
If you are successful, you will be able to inherit the treasure book." He said seriously: "You are the only person in our Zheng family who has the talent to practice martial arts, so I will give it to you now. As for how much you can learn, it depends on you.
Make it your own."
Zheng Haotian nodded. Although he did not get the answer he wanted to know, he did not dare to contradict his father anymore.
After closing the wooden box, he suddenly asked: "Dad, if I didn't have the talent for martial arts, wouldn't you have passed this thing on to me?"
Zheng Chenglian smiled hoarsely and said: "Sooner or later these things will be yours, but if you don't have the talent for martial arts, then after I die, these things will also be yours."
Only then did Zheng Haotian smile with satisfaction, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.
Zheng Chenglian finally warned: "Remember, this is the heirloom of our Zheng family. In the future, except for your children and grandchildren, no one can know about it, not even your future daughter-in-law."
Zheng Haotian responded heartlessly. For him, this kind of thing was still very early.
Ps: Sweat...
He Yiming actually appeared in the previous chapter. Thank you for reminding me. I will revise it immediately.
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