Chapter 3 My second uncle cured my mental internal friction

Style: Heros Author: Gu Xia YangWords: 2360Update Time: 24/01/18 11:38:29
In the blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

The cell where Ding Xiu was located had been turned into a storage area for toilets. The stinky smell made people afraid to approach.

"how?"

Qin Geng still said what he said before.

"You can be cruel, I'll teach you"

Ding Xiu gritted his teeth and then added: "Add another condition, find me a prostitute."

Not touching women these past few days has stifled him.

"no problem"

Crying chicken in the sky prison is not a big deal.

On the same day, after reporting the incident, Qin Geng spent a lot of money to ask the kitchen people to use a vegetable cart to bring in a chicken dressed up in a fancy dress for Ding Xiu.

After Ding Xiu finished using it.

Qin Geng smiled and asked: "How is it?"

“Very smooth”

Ding Xiu held the grass root in his mouth and squinted his eyes with a reminiscence expression on his face.

"It's time for you to keep your promise."

Qin Geng is full of expectations.

He was finally going to embark on the path of martial arts.

Ding Xiu smiled: "No one told you that the Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique consumes your lifespan?"

In Ding Xiu's view, Qin Geng is a big fool who dares to rob someone without knowing anything.

Qin Geng said with a smile: "I only use it for self-defense. I won't use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

"It doesn't matter, if you want to shorten your life, I will make it happen for you."

Ding Xiu turned serious and began to speak word for word.

Qianyuan Blood Burning Technique is an innate skill that can be practiced from acquired to innate. It is divided into ten levels. With each level, the explosive power will double. At the tenth level, it can hit giants weighing several thousand kilograms. After each use of power, you must eat a lot, otherwise not only your life span but also your body will be damaged.

Qin Geng took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

Although it is safer to keep it in mind, it may not be enough to remember it correctly. For martial arts practitioners, remembering something wrong means eternal disaster.

Ding Xiu suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I might do something inside? I have not forgotten the things you did to humiliate me before."

"Don't be afraid. This martial arts is just one of my options. I may not be able to learn it."

As a Taoist, Qin Geng naturally would not give himself only one choice.

Ding Xiu had a look of surprise on his face: "I thought you would say that if you pass it on to my descendants in the future, I would be in a position to avoid using it as a weapon."

Qin Geng smiled.

He thought, but according to the information he had, this bastard Ding Xiu had no family.

"I have met many women in my life who wanted to give me children, but I rejected them all. I don't want to have any weaknesses."

When Ding Xiu mentioned the word weakness, his contempt flashed away.

Thinking of something, Ding Xiu asked doubtfully: "By the way, why do you have an accent from Wancheng?"

"My mother is from Dingjia Village, Sanhe Town, Wancheng City, and I learned from her."

Unlike ordinary time travellers, Qin Geng not only has a lot of people from his father's clan, but also a lot of people from his mother's clan.

Find out as soon as you inquire, there is no need to hide it, and more importantly, the relationship is not good.

"Could your mother's name be Ding Baiying?"

"how do you know?"

After Ding Xiu was silent for a while, he said, "I am your mother's half-brother. You should call me second uncle."

Qin Geng: "..."

Next, the relationship between Ding Xiu and Qin Geng became much warmer on the surface. As they chatted, they talked about why they became killers.

"Don't you have no choice? Who calls me dad other than Zhang Shuyue?"

Ding Xiu said mockingly.

Zhang Shuyue, after Qin Geng traveled to this world, I heard many people mention it. He was the late former chief minister. He was a man who had the world at heart. Ten years of reforms had given Da Feng his life.

"What does my grandpa do?"

After Qin Geng finished speaking, he noticed that Ding Xiu's expression changed.

After being silent for a while, Ding Xiu said: "My father was in the army. He and others asked the court to honor the bounty they had earned with their blood and sweat. They were tricked into the school grounds and shot dead."

Qin Geng didn't expect that Ding Xiu had such a tragic family background.

No, it should be because he and Ding Xiu have such tragic family backgrounds.

No wonder my mother never mentioned it.

Ding Xiu smiled: "In my life, I have killed high officials, slept with noble girls, ridden the best horses, drank the best wine, and played with the best swords. If my father hadn't If I die, I will probably be like my father, a Qiu Ba that no one will look down on in my life."

Qin Geng was dumbfounded. According to what he said, it was a good thing that his grandfather was shot.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed and Qin Geng has almost mastered Ding Xiu's Qian Yuan Blood Burning Technique.

During this period, Ding Xiu's free and easy attitude towards life and the world also cured Qin Geng's mental internal friction.

In the early morning, the morning light is dim.

Zhuquefang, Qin family.

In the ancient room, Qin Geng opened his eyes and immediately touched the waist knife beside him.

After traveling through time, he slept with his sword in his arms almost every day.

After getting out of bed, Qin Geng walked around the ropes and bells scattered around the room, tidied up, and walked out of the house. An ancient market world came into view.

Suddenly, a group of ragged and skinny refugees came into view, all of them too hungry to stand.

There is a severe drought today, and many places in the north have lost their harvests. Many refugees have poured into the capital, and many people starve to death every day. Qin Geng has encountered the carts pulling corpses several times. In these years, human life is worth less than grass.

Poof, a three- or four-year-old girl fell to the ground so hungry that everyone looked numb.

Qin Geng was silent for a while, then walked to Sun Erniang's meat bun shop on the roadside, bought dozens of meat buns, and put them down in front of the refugees.

"My benefactor has a long life"

"My benefactor has a long life"



The refugees thanked them profusely and kowtowed like garlic. Their scalps were bruised and bleeding, and several of them burst into tears.

Qin Geng noticed that some refugees looked at him wrongly. In these unrest years, being a good person had to pay a price. Qin Geng opened his outer cover, revealing the jailer uniform underneath, and the wrong look disappeared immediately.

Qin Geng came to the unconscious girl.

"Don't leave me"

The hungry girl half-opened her eyes and said weakly.

What to do about this?

Turning around and walking away is the best solution.

Adoption is the worst solution.

Qin Geng turned around and came to Sun Erniang's meat bun shop.

Sun Erniang has no children, so she may accept this child.

"Oh, this kid is so pitiful"

Wearing a bright red raw silk skirt, rouge and powder on her face, Sun Erniang opened her chest, revealing a peach red gauze waist with gold buttons on it, and quickly brought hot soup over.

After drinking the hot soup, the girl recovered, but she was still very weak.

Qin Geng thought for a while and said, "This way, if you adopt her, I will give you some money every month."

"this"

Sun Erniang hesitated for a while, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

Qin Geng put down a piece of silver and left.

He is not overflowing with sympathy, but wants to find some sustenance in advance.

Of course, in the future, if someone threatens him with a girl, he will choose to avenge the girl afterwards.

I brought the meat buns I bought from Sun Erniang's shop to the Tianlao. There were not many jailors in the huge Tianlao. This was because there were many people who were on free wages. Someone above them was checking and looking for someone to take over. Once inside, the sound of gambling could be heard from afar. These gamblers probably didn't go back at all last night.

Picking up the hot water bottle on the table, it was empty. Qin Geng put it down instead of fetching water. If he got hot water today, it would be his job in the future.