The Book of Heaven

Chapter 15
"It turns out that the adults are back, and the young ones are ignorant. Please, please, my lord."

The captain of the family soldier with a yellow armband tied on his arm immediately bowed his back, flattering his facial features, and greeted Ma Zheng. As for the ordinary family soldiers, he quickly stuffed his head into his crotch, for fear that Ma Zheng would cause trouble.Ordinary people in the castle can be arrogant in front of them, but they don't have the confidence when facing the belt badge that represents their identity.

After entering Wubao, Ma Zheng was not in a hurry to go home, but first led Ma Zhao, who was half a body taller than ordinary people, to familiarize himself with the environment.

Compared with the scene of the surrounding mountain villages being a hundred times more prosperous, Ma Zhao is dizzying, but Ma Zheng, who wears a belt badge, also enjoys a lot of pretentiousness.

In the past, Ma Zheng had no right to be famous in Majiapu, and not many people knew him.Speaking of life experience, it can be described as rough.

Speaking of which, Ma Zheng's father, Ma Jing, also had a waist card. If you want to blame it, you can blame the world. The Ma family guarding the Western Regions for the emperor has not fought for a month in the past hundred or so years. Everyone has hatred that can't be washed away by pouring the water of three rivers.

Ma Zheng has always insisted that his father died on the foreign battlefield.

It was not easy for the widowed mother to pull Ma Zheng, but the bad luck did not end there.Ma Zheng's mother died of illness when he was 11 years old. Ma Zheng, who had no relatives to care for him, was kicked out of the house the day after his mother was buried for the first seven days, and became the bottom of Majiabao.

How could Ma Zheng, who had suffered so much, suffer from hunger and cold for two consecutive days, suffered from cold eyes, and had nowhere to go, so he chose a dead end - throwing himself into the river.

And that day was the first time Ma Zheng's fate changed.Ma Zheng crawled out of the icy river, his eyes were no longer innocent, behind the panic and bewilderment was a sophistication that a teenager should not have.

Perhaps there would be no Ma Zheng today without the little Ma Zheng who threw himself into the river four years ago.

After leading Ma Zhao around Wubao, Ma Zheng finally walked to the hut where he slept for more than half a year. It was very short and narrow, and he could only get in and out in the past, but now it is difficult for him to get in. Not to mention lying down and sleeping.

Fortunately, there is still the third uncle's shed, which is much more "luxury" than Ma Zheng's. At least Ma Zhao can still go in and sit down with his waist down.

I don't know how old the quilt was, but it was washed very clean, at least not like Ma Zheng's, where the whole shack exudes a foul smell.

As the saying goes, extravagance is easy and frugality is difficult. At first, he was forced to bear it, but now it is impossible for him to return to the shack where he has lived for three years.

"I'm going to spend the night with third uncle, do you have any questions?"

Ma Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, and Ma Zhao didn't care, he just lay down on the ground which was randomly padded with thin wood boards.

His big head was shaking, and he lived under the same roof for three years, but he still didn't let Ma Zhao develop a talkative personality. Most of the time, he was like Ma Zheng's shadow.

Lying on the bed where his third uncle slept, Ma Zheng couldn't fall asleep.Inadvertently, his finger touched the waist card, and he was in a trance.

Half a year of life at the bottom almost wiped him out. If it wasn't for this accident, maybe Ma Zheng wouldn't even be a speck of history in this era. Speaking of which, Zhao Xinxi, who was riding a white horse, gave Ma Zheng a second chance. A twist of fate.

"Yi Jin Jing" is not a simple kung fu, even if it has no attributes, but because of the blood of the descendants of the Ma family, Ma Zheng can still feel the body's rejection of this kung fu.The fault is not that Ma Zheng, in this special situation, can directly use his brain to control every reaction of his body, otherwise it would be impossible to cultivate to the level of Xiaocheng.

It is said that the psychological method of shocking from the heavenly scriptures is different from that of ordinary internal practitioners. It is not only difficult to get started, but also difficult to advance. This makes Ma Zheng look forward to it.

And after practicing the "Yi Jin Jing" to get through the two veins of Ren and Du, as the third uncle said, the sense of qi will be generated, and the inner qi will begin to change the physique. This change is accumulated over time. Although it cannot be achieved overnight, the advantage is that the older Big, the advantage is even more obvious. The idiom "fist is afraid of the young" has different meanings in front of people who cultivate inner qi.

With the introduction of "Yi Jin Jing", Ma Zheng's own experience is quite obvious.Not to mention being light and healthy, even if you don't eat a grain of rice for a day or two, it seems that you won't be starving to death like in the past. As long as you can sit quietly and adjust your breath, it seems that you can absorb nutrients from the air, which is amazing.

Just as getting rich overnight can change a person's mentality, Ma Zheng, who has started to practice internally, is destined not to stand out from the crowd. Just the performance of those gatekeepers when they entered the castle today has already explained everything.

The reckless man lying on the thin wooden board snored heartlessly, but Ma Zheng couldn't. When he came back this time, the first thing he had to do was to be able to survive in this castle with dignity, dog A shed like a nest, that shouldn't be Ma Zheng's home.

If I remember correctly, Ma Zheng originally had a family. Although he can no longer remember his father's appearance, he has never forgotten his mother who is as gentle as water.

"Tomorrow, go to worship her first."

The morning mist is cold, and the autumn colors are sad.

The Ma family, which guards the northwest for the empire, has always had the practice of morning exercises. Even if there is no longer a well-organized imperial army stationed in Jiazibao, the Ma family's soldiers will not forget this tradition.

The younger soldiers, the generals and the family soldiers all had to participate in morning exercises. When the drums were beating and the shouts were loud, Ma Zheng led the silent Ma Zhao out of the Wubao through the side door and turned towards a green hill.

There is no green water in Qingshan, but there is a stream, the spring is on the mountain, and the stream goes down the mountain.The green hills by the stream are split into a gentle slope, and the gentle slopes are criss-crossed, and stone monuments stand layer by layer, like soldiers, solemn and solemn.

This is a tomb, but not everyone can enter.

Only the children of the Ma family and their regular wives are eligible to lie in. Ma Zheng's parents barely meet this condition.

Ma Zheng came to see them. Ma Jing and Ma Ning, two names, one big and one small, represent a man and a woman who once existed in this world.

Without a tribute, Ma Zheng caught a handful of wild flowers on the road. Although they were not beautiful or fragrant, they were better than tenacious vitality.The wild flowers with roots were planted by Ma Zheng in the cemetery calmly, and said with a smile: "I can't come here often, if you see them, you must see me."

"Ma Zhao, where are your parents?"

After bowing three times, Ma Zheng straightened up and asked without looking sideways.

"died."

"Is there a tomb?"

"Mass Burial Mound, Mountain Wolf."

The corpses were placed on the mass grave, and the wolf dogs were busy eating the corpses.The corpses thrown into the mass graves were actually fed to the animals on the mountain, and they were really dead without whole bodies.

Ma Zheng sighed silently, turned his head to the side, but saw that Ma Zhao's face did not change at all, after all, in this northwest region, it is not uncommon for people from a village to be thrown into a mass grave.Not to mention the wells with layers of skulls.

The war between the Twelve Barbarians in the Northwest and the empire has long since ceased, but that doesn't mean that the dispute has ceased. The battle between races is like a sexual entanglement between a man and a woman, which has never ceased.

"Speaking of which, there is a question that I have always wanted to ask, but I have never asked you. Are you from my clan?"

(End of this chapter)