In the small yard, the little Zaizai sat with his short legs crossed in front of the old beggar.
The old beggar stroked the three banned books that were about to become a pile of waste paper, and said in a vicissitudes of tone, "Grandpa was originally the young Siming of the Yu clan."
"Yu Clan, you must have never heard of it. The whole clan was wiped out decades ago, and Grandpa doesn't expect you to take revenge. However, you must remember that the one who wiped out our whole clan is the current King of Yunnan. "
"The King of Yunnan comes from a family of witches and poisons, and is good at making all kinds of poisons. Among them, the golden silkworm poison is the most powerful and terrifying. However, our Yu tribe happens to be the best at understanding poisons. And that year, the clan leader developed a method to understand the golden silkworm poison. .”
"So, the whole clan suffered a disaster."
Xiao Zaizai looked panicked when he heard this. He swallowed his saliva and asked nervously, "Is it all in the notebook?"
"Yes," the old beggar stroked the broken "medicine book." "In it, there are not only ways to cure poisons, but also records of all the strange medicines and poisons in the world, and even the dead man's fungus growing on the coffin. .”
"The Book of Techniques records all the miraculous arts in the world, from Changbai Chuma in the north to Nanyang Jiangtou in the south."
"And this martial arts book naturally records the best martial arts in the world." ?.?????.???
"According to legend, if you get these three forbidden books, you can change your destiny and rule the world. Not to mention that the ambitious King of Yunnan has been looking for these three forbidden books. Even if the traffickers and lackeys know about it, they will give it a try. Hastily, Do you know how much risk you will take and how much responsibility you will bear by studying these three banned books?"
"I can't tell, but I will be hunted down for the rest of my life just like my grandfather!"
The little Zaizai swallowed nervously.
She knew the consequences would be serious.
However, in order to look good at her brother, she still has to learn! ! !
The little Zaizai clenched his fists and nodded his head firmly, "You must learn!"
"Be good, don't be afraid!"
The old beggar sighed.
"Cao Cao, there is another reason why grandpa agreed to teach you," the old beggar pondered for a moment, "Have you seen the small mole on the side of Governor Jiang's nose?"
Xiao Zaizai thought for a moment and nodded hurriedly.
Saw it!
Red, small, and butterfly-shaped when viewed up close!
The old beggar hesitated for a moment and then said, "We, the Yu tribe, are all Miao people and believe in the Butterfly God, so we are also called Butterfly Miao."
"That little mole is butterfly-shaped. Grandpa is thinking that maybe he is a descendant of our Yu clan..."
Descendants of the Yu clan? ?
But isn’t the Yu tribe in southern Xinjiang? ?
Although Zaizai is young, Grandpa said that Southern Xinjiang is very far away! !
Could it be that Grandpa agreed to help Brother Haokan detoxify because Brother Haokan was a descendant of the Yu clan? ?
The little Zaizai blinked his round eyes, half understanding.
"So," the old beggar said, "if you learn this, you must protect the governor well in the future."
"Of course, protecting yourself is the most important thing. Our Yu clan has been wiped out, and the former King of Yunnan is also dead. Grandpa doesn't want you to carry these heavy things. Grandpa just wants to grow up happily."
"Now, grandpa asks you one last time, do you still want to learn these things?"
The little Zaizai took every word his grandpa said to heart seriously.
"You must learn! You must learn!" Finally, Zaizai nodded his head vigorously.
She raised three thin white fingers and pointed at Mingyue and Grandpa. Her little voice sounded serious and firm, "Be good and learn your skills."
"Protect my brother."
"Never, do something bad!"
The old beggar looked at Xiao Zaizai's serious face and sighed.
He put away the three banned books and said, "Okay, starting from today, grandpa will teach you the writing of our Yu tribe."
Outside the courtyard gate.
Jiang Muhan's eyes were heavy as he listened to his subordinate's report.
The little Zaizai begged his grandfather and said he wanted to learn his skills, and cried heartbrokenly in the yard without giving up - all of this could be heard clearly by the guards outside the courtyard gate.
However, after the old beggar took the little Zaizai back to the room, he didn't know what method he used, so he couldn't hear it at all.
Learn a skill? Protect your brother?
The little one was kneeling in the yard, refusing to give up even though he was so frightened that he cried like that.
Jiang Muhan's eyes gradually softened.
The mood that was extremely depressed because of the emperor and the prince instantly became soft and sweet.
Jiang Muhan raised his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.
The smile comes from the heart, and the turbidity is swept away.
Jiang Muhan nodded, "Very good, you guys, go back and receive the reward."
The guard guarding the door knelt down with joy and thanked him.
Jiang Muhan waved his hands happily, opened the door and went in.
The old beggar had indeed set up a confusing barrier, but Jiang Muhan's inner strength was so deep that even though he was separated by the confusing barrier, the sounds inside could still be heard clearly.
Yu clan?
Butterfly seedlings?
Banned books?
A red mole on the side of the nose?
Jiang Muhan was startled.
Could it be...that this is my life experience?
Just when he was filled with doubts, the door suddenly opened with a creak.
The old beggar seemed to realize that he was outside, and his voice stopped, and the little Zaizai opened the door, "Guo Guo!!"
The little Zaizai opened his arms and ran towards him, with the butterfly hoopoe on the two little ones fluttering as if they were about to fly.
Little Zai Zai doesn’t even think about it
