Yuan Mansion, martial arts arena, eight years later.
A young man in a smart suit was practicing a set of sword skills under the scorching sun, holding a dagger more than a foot long. His little face was full of seriousness. Although his footwork and changes in moves are still very immature, his movements reveal a bit of aura.
Not long after, a set of swordsmanship drills was completed. The young man put the sword into its scabbard, hung the sword with the scabbard on the weapon rack beside him, and then skipped towards the Grand Master's chair in front of the hall.
"Grandpa, do you think my Fufeng swordsmanship is okay?" The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and asked happily.
The old man on the Grand Master's chair was dressed in linen, with a sunshade over his head and a large bowl of herbal tea at his hand. He closed his eyes and gently shook his cattail leaf fan, humming an unknown tune in his mouth, which felt very comfortable.
Hearing the young man's question, he opened his eyes slightly and replied with a smile: "That's right, that's right. With your current skills, if you face the big black dog at the door, you will definitely beat it to pieces."
The young man was not annoyed after hearing this, but became even more excited. He raised his fist and said loudly: "When I see it next time, I will teach it to roll to the ground and beg for mercy, so that it can avenge its clothes and leaky buttocks!"
"Hahaha, okay! Don't forget to call grandpa on that day."
The young man jumped onto the old man, patted his chest and said, "Of course, grandpa wants to see my unparalleled magic!"
At this time, a servant came forward and said respectfully: "Master, young master, lunch is ready. Madam, please come and have a meal."
"Okay, I got it." The old man patted the young man's back and asked him to get off him. Then he stood up, waving the cattail leaf fan, and walked forward step by step.
The young man followed the old man obediently, but judging from the expression on his face, he was probably already thinking about fighting the big black dog for three hundred rounds.
It is said that on the second day after Yuan Qing captured Zhou Dingming, Mr. Yuan left a letter saying that he went out to visit friends, and then disappeared.
At that time, all the forces in Chang'an City who were paying attention to the old man were quite shocked. They gradually settled down after learning that the old man would come back a year later.
Then on Yuan Qing's second birthday, Mr. Yuan returned home on time, holding a scabbard dagger about a foot long in his left hand and a sapphire gourd hanging on his right waist.
When Yuan Qing saw this grandfather whom he had not seen for a year, he called out "Grandpa". The old man was quite happy to hear this, smiled and stroked the child's head, and replied, "Good grandson."
After dinner that day, the old man called the head of the family, Yuan Zhengye, to him. Without saying much, he raised his hand and gave him a list.
"We will transfer a year's supply from pharmacies from various places within ten days, and then order someone to make a white jade medicine bucket. From tomorrow onwards, Qing'er will sleep and eat with me."
Yuan Zhengye knew it after looking at the list in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Father, how long does Qing'er have left?"
The old man put down the tea bowl in his hand and replied calmly: "Seven years."
After Yuan Zhengye heard this, he remained silent for a while, and then said: "Seven years is enough." Then he bowed and left.
"Zhengye," the old man suddenly called out to his son, "Here is a bottle of elixir that can strengthen the foundation and nourish the body. Take it and give it to Suhua. After a year, all the strength will be restored. You want a good person to inherit the family business." Let's go." He said and placed a porcelain bottle on the coffee table at hand.
"Thank you, father." Yuan Zhengye stopped when he heard his father calling him, then stepped forward to put away the porcelain vase, put it away solemnly, then turned and left.
Just when he reached the door, he stopped and said without looking back: "Father, please don't worry, Suhua is not a girl who doesn't know the basics, and she will never delay Qing'er's unparalleled destiny." After saying that, he walked into the deep. night.
The next day, Yuan Qing moved from his mother's room to his grandfather's room. Although the grandfather and grandson are one year apart, their relationship is surprisingly good. Yuan Qing was very close to this grandfather, and the old man also took good care of his sweet grandson. The two of them were inseparable.
Ten days later, Xiao Yuanqing began to take medicinal baths.
This medicinal bath is made from dozens of precious medicinal materials, and Xingshen tea is added. Its color is like amber, and its smell is refreshing and long-lasting.
Yuan Qing soaked in the medicinal bath for twelve hours. At first, he was playing in the bucket with great interest, but later he became sleepy and fell asleep in the medicinal bath.
The medicinal bath was once a month. About half a year later, the old man began to take a longan-sized elixir from the jade gourd, divided it into twelve portions, and mixed it into Xiao Yuanqing's daily diet every half a month.
After eating the first portion, Yuan Qing immediately turned red all over, as if he had a high fever. The old man threw him into a medicinal bath and soaked him for a day and a night.
By the time Yuan Qing was three years old, he could already give well-founded answers and make sense. He was already running around the house, climbing up the rockery in the courtyard, and even had to climb the roof of the house.
The wife and the servants in the mansion were frightened every time they saw this, but the old man didn't take it seriously. If something happened, he even gave Yuan Qing some pointers to help him avoid being "caught" by his servants.
At this time, the family discussed asking Yuan Qing to have a husband to teach him how to read and learn etiquette. No one objected, but the old man told Yuan Qing to practice with him every morning and evening, and to go to Zhixing Academy in the afternoon to learn Chinese and calligraphy. There was no need to hire a teacher. .
In the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, he could read very quickly in the academy. He could read ten lines at a time and have a photographic memory. He could even read the book once and the meaning would be apparent to him. At that time, Mr. Zhao from the academy was quite surprised and thought he was a child prodigy.
Within half a year, Yuan Qing was able to recite the Four Books and Five Classics, so much so that Mr. Zhao personally went to the Yuan Mansion to accuse him: "This child Yuan Qing is too talented, but I have little talent and little learning, and my teaching ability is not enough. Please forgive me."
Yuan Zhengye and his wife could only smile bitterly, and forced Mr. Zhao to set up a dinner table to thank him, and then gave up. However, Xiao Yuanqing no longer had to go to school.
There is no other way. In addition to taking Xiao Yuanqing to practice every day, Mr. Yuan also has the additional task of reasoning with him, explaining etiquette, and establishing rules for him.
It is said that since he was three years old, the old man began to explain the degree of veins to Yuan Qing, and also taught some theories of yin and yang and the five elements. After learning the basic acupuncture points and meridians, the old man talked about a profound method called "quiet method".
It is natural for children to be active. Yuan Qing, who can learn anything at once, has never been able to practice this method of rest. Even a child prodigy would find it difficult to enter concentration.
One day, Yuan Qing was browsing through the books at home and accidentally saw a poem: "The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword coldens nineteen continents." He stood stunned on the spot, and then ran to the backyard like the wind, bowed to his grandfather and begged: "Grandpa. , Qing'er wants to learn swordsmanship!"
From that day onwards, Yuan Qing began to learn the sword. At the beginning of the period, he held a wooden sword that was less than a foot long. As he grew stronger with age, the wooden sword gradually turned into the famous sword "Fish Gut" brought back by the old man. What he learned also changed from the initial posture of holding the sword to a set of Fufeng sword techniques. , its potential is gradually taking shape.
One night when he was five years old, Yuan Qingzhao was practicing the meditation method, and his thoughts were running wild, like an antelope hanging its horns, and it was difficult to calm down. Occasionally, I thought of the Fish Intestine Sword given by Grandpa during the day. Immediately, the sword shape appeared in my mind. The racing thoughts gradually calmed down under the sword shape, and Yuan Qing fell into silence.
It seems to be sleeping but not sleeping, and it seems to be awake but not awake. The air is like a thread, neither loose nor tight, nor broken and broken. There is no thought or thought, and the only thread is bright and shining.
As the silence grew longer and longer, the sword shape in his mind slowly dissipated and finally disappeared. The originally calm thoughts began to swirl again, and Yuan Qing's first silence came to an end.
After that night, the old man taught Xiao Yuan a "Yuan Enhancing Method" and asked Xiao Yuan to practice it diligently. So Xiao Yuanqing's life became cultivating his talents in the morning, practicing swordsmanship in the afternoon, practicing essays and asking questions in the afternoon, and going into silence at night.
With the deepening of the cultivation method and tranquility, the medicinal bath that used to be once a month has been changed to once every half a month, and the pill that takes only half a year to be taken has been reduced to one pill a month.
In this way, three years flew by.
"Mother." Xiao Yuanqing greeted his mother very politely, and his practice clothes were replaced by plain white robes. The old man also regained his immortal image at some point, and the grandfather and grandson became more and more interested. They are like a pair of Taoists practicing spiritual practice.
When Mrs. Yuan saw the old man coming, she quickly stood up and bowed to salute. The old man waved his sleeves and said, "No need. You are pregnant now. You can skip some common etiquette if you can. Sit down."
Mrs. Yuan responded and sat down.
"Let's eat." After the old man said this, Yuan Qing and Mrs. Yuan moved their chopsticks. Both Yuan Qing and the old man ate very little, and all they chose were medicinal foods that replenished Qi.
The old man took a few chopsticks and left the table, while Yuan Qing stayed at the table to talk to his mother.
"Mom, please eat more to provide more nutrition for the little brother in your belly."
"Mom has eaten enough. Look at how fat I am now. Your father won't even recognize me when he comes back."
"Dad is also fat, and now that mom is fat, it suits her better, hee hee."
"You kid, don't you ask for a beating?" Mrs. Yuan scolded with a smile, "Your grandpa's sixtieth birthday will be in two months. Has Qing'er thought of a birthday gift?"
"I have thought about it and will present it on my birthday."
"Oh? What gifts has Qing'er prepared?"
"My mother will naturally know the secret when her birthday comes." She said with a mysterious and confident look.
Suddenly there was a dog barking outside the house. Yuan Qing couldn't sit still when he heard it. He hurriedly excused himself to his mother, ran all the way back to his room, picked up the wooden sword, turned around and rushed out.
When they arrived at the door, they saw a rather sturdy black dog, baring its teeth at a group of yellow dogs and making low warning sounds from time to time.
During the confrontation, Daxia Yuan joined the battle. The yellow dog didn't know what was going on and slowly retreated while barking. Looking at the big black dog again, he seemed to recognize the boy whose pants he had bitten two years ago and growled twice. He looked unconcerned.
This attitude angered today's Daxia Yuan. He was facing Dahei with one hand holding a sword and said righteously: "You black man, I finally caught you. Today I will avenge the destruction of clothes in the past." The hatred of leaky buttocks!"
After saying that, regardless of the big black dog's reaction, he rushed forward waving his wooden sword.
When Yuan Qing ran, he unconsciously used the Fufeng Step. He was very fast. In a blink of an eye, he was behind Dahei. With a "pop" sound, he hit his butt with a sword.
Dahei was immediately beaten and jumped up, turned around and rushed towards Yuan Daxia with his teeth bared.
I saw Yuan Daxia's figure erratic, as if he was riding on the wind. Not only did Dahei not hit anyone, but he was hit by several more swords and his feet jumped in pain.
The servants who came out together saw their young master fighting with the big black dog that almost injured the young master. They had already hurried to invite the old man, and some even picked up wooden sticks to help in the fight.
Besides, the humans and dogs fighting here have separated and stood still. Yuan Daxia was calm and relaxed, with no sweat on his forehead. On the other hand, the big black dog had its tail between its legs and a fierce look on its face, as if it wanted to escape.
We Daxia Yuan were also secretly surprised at this time: "How could this big black move so slowly? Two years ago, I tried my best to run past it and escape into the house. It seems that I have made great progress in the past two years."
He glanced at the wooden sword in his hand, then handed it to the servant who came to the side to help him fight, using his fingers as a sword: "Dahei, I don't rely on the strength of weapons. You and I will do it again."
As he said that, he was about to rush forward, but he heard a voice coming from behind: "Hey, Yuan Daxia, are you going to fight this big black dog with your bare hands?"
Yuan Qing looked back and saw that his grandfather was still wearing the same moon-white robe and was looking at him with a smile at the door.
"Grandpa, look at it, even if I don't borrow the weapon, I can only take care of it in a snap."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Dahei like the wind.
Dahei seemed to be scared, so he turned around with his tail between his legs and wanted to run away, but in an instant he was ridden by Daxia Yuan.
I saw Yuan Qing clamping the dog's body with both legs, pointing his sword finger at the back of its head, and shouted loudly.
Looking at Dahei again, he was trembling like chaff, lying on the ground, letting out a low cry of surrender.
Daxia Yuan stood up and clapped his hands, pointed at Dahei who was still lying on the ground, and said arrogantly: "The grudge between you and me has been wiped out." Then he jumped up and down to claim credit for his grandfather. An old man and a young man entered the house with smiles.
Two months passed by.
On this day, the Yuan Mansion was crowded with wealthy businessmen and nobles, as well as some of the most powerful figures in the world and even some legendary figures.
Today is the 60th birthday of Mr. Yuan, a famous man in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
