Baojian

Chapter 39
"Qin Feng, go and bring that reclining chair over here, let's talk to each other!"

After walking around the village, Zai Shi's spirit became more vigorous, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face was flushed, and his voice became louder.

Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Master, you just sweated and you can't blow the wind. Let's go and sit in the room!"

Although the wind is not very strong today, and the weather is much warmer than the previous few days, Qin Feng still didn't dare to make fun of Master's body.

"It's okay, listen to Master, go and move, or the old man will stand and talk to you."

Zai stood there motionless, Qin Feng knew that no one could persuade the old man to say what he said, so he could only go into the house and move the big recliner out.

However, in addition to putting a mattress under the recliner, Qin Feng also covered Zaishi with two thick quilts, only revealing one face outside.

"I can smell the breath of spring!"

Zai Shi shook his nose vigorously, suddenly thought of something, and cursed: "Yuan Shikai, the goddamn idiot, with one word, I lost a year of my life, otherwise I would have survived this year!"

There was phlegm in the mouth of the old man, and he was humming when he spoke. Qin Feng couldn't hear it very clearly, so he asked, "Master, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, the old man said he was content."

Zai turned his face to look at Qin Feng, and said, "It's just a pity that the gambling skills of Qianmen have not been passed down from my hands, and there are several others that I haven't been able to learn completely!"

Speaking of this, Zai Shi suddenly showed color on his face, and said with a smile: "Qin Feng, Stealing Sect is the most complete sect I have passed down, half of Qian Sect is lost, and the unique skills of Assassin Sect are entrusted to you.

It doesn't matter if you don't learn the things of Gu Sect and Tiao Dashen, but in their own sect, there is not much left in the inheritance, right?
As for the mechanism door, some people hid in the Ming Dynasty Shenji Camp back then, and the inheritance was relatively well preserved, but now few people learn those things, and I don’t know if they have been lost?

Hey, Master has never learned those juggling and women's kung fu, but with the above four skills, it is enough for you to walk in the rivers and lakes! "

"Master, why didn't the patriarchs write down these inheritances on paper? No matter how good the memory is, it's not as good as a bad pen!"

Qin Feng looked at the old man a little strangely. When Zai was teaching art, he was always passed on orally, and he was not allowed to write it down in a pen. If it wasn't for Qin Feng's super memory, he really couldn't remember so much, so in his heart This question has always been hidden.

"The rules of the ancestors, if you can't reach me, you will change."

Zai shook his head and said: "Not only our lineage, those who practice martial arts have lost more inheritance, and the kung fu left now, if you can save one out of ten, it's not bad..."

The thinking of the ancients has always been relatively conservative. The more precious something is, the more it is hidden. For example, some ancestral skills are passed on from heart to mouth, and they are passed on from son to daughter, from disciple to son-in-law.

This certainly plays a role in keeping secrets, but what is passed down from generation to generation will eventually have some slips of the tongue or mistakes, which leads to some of the later unique skills becoming nondescript or even directly lost.

Take martial arts as an example. In ancient times, those generals who passed five levels and killed six generals, and took the head of a general among millions of troops, were like searching for something. Although this description is a bit exaggerated, according to some historical records, those generals were powerful against There is no problem with a group of 200 people.

But in modern times, which great martial artist dares to say that he is capable of defeating a hundred people?Not to mention thousands of troops, even a master like Dong Haichuan and Li Shuwen surrounded by hundreds of people with knives would probably be chopped into meat paste.

Of course, Zai did not say a word, that is, his ancestors played a big role in causing all this.

When the Qing court entered the customs, they were no less inferior to the martial arts people than Zhu Yuanzhang, who killed them ruthlessly. From Shaolin Temple to Wudang Mountain, these two major sects were almost wiped out.

So from Zai Shi's point of view, there are really not many things passed down from ancient times. He accepted Qin Feng as his disciple, and he also wanted to pass on more things, although it was just some skills that were not as good as Daya.

"Master, you've already said all this, don't waste your time, drink a bowl of chicken soup!"

Although Qin Feng listened to the old man's words, he was still worried about Master's health. After smelling the smell of the kitchen, he hurried over and brought out a bowl of hot chicken soup.

"Okay, I'll drink!"

Zai Shi sat up halfway, drank the bowl of chicken soup with slick oil, and laughed loudly: "I never thought that I would love Xinjueluo Zai Shi, and I would have such a good student in my old age. What more can I ask for?" !"

"Master, you... what are you doing, lie down!"

At this time, a ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, reflecting the old man's face very brightly, but when Qin Feng saw the master's face clearly, he couldn't help but "thump" in his heart, and quickly let Zai Shi lie down.

Zai is good at gold points, that is, divination by face, Qin Feng naturally learned this kind of kung fu with him, and it is because of this that Qin Feng's complexion changed greatly, because he saw the dead gray on the master's seal.

Physiognomy is not simply a matter of analyzing a person's fortune through his facial features. There are also some theories of Chinese medicine in it. A real golden point master is often a master of Chinese medicine with unique skills.

It is usually believed in TCM inspection that the five colors of blue, yellow, white, gray, and black on the patient's face can detect the internal lesions of the five internal organs such as the liver, heart, spleen, lung, and kidney.

For example, the translucent black of Yintang is often a bad omen in the mouth of the physiognomist. In fact, Yintang represents the location of lung disease, and the black color is the embodiment of kidney disease. This can only mean that kidney disease has begun to affect the lungs.

The lungs govern breathing, and the kidneys govern the intake of qi. If the lungs and kidneys are diseased, it will cause qi deficiency, coughing, and dyspnea. In Chinese medicine, blackening of the Yintang is only a dangerous symptom, and it is not fatal.

Therefore, the so-called bad omens of those unscrupulous physicists are often just to scare customers and use them to defraud money. Over time, ordinary people also think that if the seal is black, they will have an incurable disease.

In fact, this is not the case. Heiliang has spirit, even if it is sick, it is not very serious, but if the color changes, it is as dry as dust, and it is really fatal.

It's not the first time Qin Feng has seen this kind of situation. When Mr. Liu was dying, his Yintang showed almost the same symptoms as Zai now.

"Master...Master, you...what is this?" Qin Feng's voice trembled, and the soup bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

"Hey, what's the matter? Sui Sui is safe, Sui Sui is safe!"

The women in the kitchen heard the noise and quickly said auspicious words with a smile, but no matter how big the smiles on their faces were, they couldn't hide the sadness on Qin Feng's face.

(End of this chapter)