"good."
Feng Yuheng nodded, then raised his cup and said, "I'm glad, Imperial Master, I, Feng, am willing to be your friend."
"Dry!"
Huang raised the cup and signaled to Feng Yuheng, then drank it all in one gulp, and then handed the silk book to Feng Yuheng: "Let's make rubbings here. I think sir, I have prepared all the tools I need."
"Haha, I, Feng Yuheng, never do anything I'm not sure of." Feng Yuheng took the silk book and glanced meaningfully at Huang: "Isn't the Imperial Master afraid that I'll go back on my promise after rubbing the silk book?"
"Can you?" Huang asked.
Feng Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shook his head with a wry smile: "No."
"That's it."
In this era, the Feng family was not the only one who understood ancient texts, and Feng Yuheng was not Huang's first choice. Even if they were friends, he would check them one by one.
Another point is that in clans like the Feng clan that have been handed down from ancient times, ancient writing has never been passed down. Many of them are proficient in ancient writing, but in their opinion, it is not valuable.
Of course, Huang didn't know the other deeper reasons, and it was impossible for Feng Yuheng to tell him.
After the transaction ended, Feng Yuheng left, leaving behind an old man named Feng Zheng.
Ji Linglong was also left behind.
Also left behind was orchid.
"Yang, take the horses down by boat and go down the Dan River to Pengcheng, then turn to Surabaya, and then go to Qufu."
Huang talked eloquently and drew pictures on the ground with the Daqin dragon bird: "Go north from Qufu, enter Qi from Ye, climb Mount Tai, then cross the Great Wall of Qi and go straight to Linzi."
"promise."
Daliang has natural treasures, outstanding people, but Huang has no intention of staying. At this moment, for him, doing business is the most important thing.
"Here, transfer ten dead soldiers from Qingshuifang."
"promise."
Hearing this, Yang was overjoyed. He had wanted to talk about this for a long time, but Huang always refused. Now that I heard Huang mention it, I couldn't help but feel happy.
Yang was also keenly aware of the dangerous aura.
"Master, are you in danger?" Xiang Lidu looked solemnly and held the hilt of the sword.
"The news that I got the silk book is only known to Xuanqi, Baili Old Man, Li Baige and others, and we have just left Xinzheng."
Huang's eyes were full of solemnity. This time, Feng Yuheng gave him a huge shock and made him more wary of these ancient forces.
In just a few days, he got this one. Before he even arrived at Daliang, the other party had already predicted his prediction and was waiting for him to come to his door in Fengze.
It is very difficult to accomplish this in such a short period of time, at least he cannot do it now unless he uses the power of Qin.
"I'm afraid it's not just Feng Yuheng who will get the news along the way, but also other people." At this point, Huang glanced at Xiang Lidu: "For example, the Mo family."
"Master, is Feng Yuheng so powerful?" Yang couldn't help but ask. This was the first time he had seen Huang be so cautious since he followed Huang.
Glancing at Yang, Huang pointed at Feng Zheng left behind and said in a deep voice, "Feng Yuheng is most likely from the ancient Feng clan."
Seeing Huang's signal, Yang looked at Feng Zheng, and then murmured to himself: "Ancient Feng Clan?"
Seeing what Yang was saying, Huang knew that he didn't understand this, so he explained, "It is rumored that Suiren, the father of Fuxi, the leader of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times, had the surname Feng."
"However, the rumors and records are a bit confusing. After all, it is too old. If one person attains Taoism, he can reestablish a clan and get a new clan."
"For example, one of the three ancient emperors, Huangdi, was named the Xiong clan when he was born. After becoming the co-owner of the human race, he was named the Xuanyuan clan."
At this point, Huang's eyes fell on Feng Zheng, and he said meaningfully: "I just don't know which one of the ten Feng clan's Feng Yuheng comes from?"
At this moment, as the nonsense fell, a look of shock appeared on Feng Zheng's old face, and then quickly disappeared, converging in his eyes.
He couldn't help but glance at Huang.
Coincidentally, Huang was also looking at him, and they looked at each other, each with a meaningful look in their eyes.
Feng Zheng was able to remain calm only because he was older and had experienced so much that the city was deep, but he was still very surprised deep in his heart.
It was obvious that the young man in front of him knew the Feng Clan very well. At least he knew that there were ten branches of the Feng Clan.
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Feng Zheng smiled and said nothing. There were some words that he must never say out loud. Feng had kept a low profile for countless years and had long been accustomed to controlling everything secretly.
Their appearance with great fanfare will change the world structure, which is not good for the Central Plains.
After a while, Huang withdrew his gaze. He knew that Feng Zheng would not tell him, but he saw Feng Zheng's dissipated shock.
It's summer when we take a boat into Danshui. The scenery on both sides of the river is picturesque, and the river breeze brings waves of coolness and comfort.
The ship hired this time was very big, after all, it was carrying a female family, and it would not take more than ten days and half a month to get there.
Ji Linglong and Lan Xiang were playing with the food, while Xiang Lidu and Yang were doing nothing, chatting with the punting father.
The atmosphere on the ship was relatively dull. No one dared to come forward at the bow, where Huang Zheng was studying ancient writing with Feng Zheng.
The Feng clan has been here for too long, and the things they have mastered are difficult to find in the Central Plains. Even some things they don't want others to find.
"Old man Feng, your Feng family has been inherited for such a long time. Logically speaking, those silk books are not a secret to you."
Huang took a sip of tea and said to Feng Zheng, "There are some things that you should know better. After all, you are the ones who have experienced history."
Hearing this, Feng Zheng nodded, shook his head casually, and said meaningfully: "Boy, you are still too young."
"Have you ever seen the real emperor?"
"The existence of those great emperors is amazing and brilliant. How do we know what they left behind that they don't want others to know."
"Does the backhand know?"
"There are some things that you should not inquire about. If you can be your national teacher properly, wouldn't it be a joy to live a free and unrestrained life? Sometimes, secrets are too heavy and can crush a person to death."
At this point, Feng Zheng took a deep look at Huang and let out an old sigh: "You and I are destined to have a relationship. I teach you writing. Logically, you should call me teacher."
"Today I will make an exception and give you a warning: Do you think what you saw is true?"
A gust of breeze blew up, ruffling Huang's hair and making Huang's heart completely messy.
Feng Zheng's words revealed a lot of information, which made Huang feel a little silent. Later generations recorded that the Feng clan was only a handful in the history books.
The vast ancient history, as vast as smoke, was just brushed through in one stroke, truly the writing style of Spring and Autumn Period.
After being silent for a long time, Huang looked up at Feng Zheng and said in a low voice: "Old man Feng, one day, I will grow up to the point where all the secrets are transparent in front of me."
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