Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

"What the hell is this? It doesn't make sense!" Zhu Houzhao yelled: "In a duel on the battlefield, a master fights. You punch and kick, relying on speed, strength, and reaction. If you can beat it, you can win it. You can’t win. I’ve never heard of relying on Zi Yue’s poem cloud to kill the enemy just by reading.”

Su Mu said sternly: "This statement is absurd. There is a saying that manpower is sometimes poor. This man has practiced kung fu to the extreme, but he can only carry a tripod with three or four hundred catties of strength. No matter how fast you run, you can’t outrun a horse. At the end of the practice, it’s hard to improve even a little bit. If you practice to the extreme, as long as you practice correctly and are willing to endure hardships, there is no difference between a master and a master. At that time, The fight is not about speed, strength and reaction, but about realm."

"What is realm is your understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. Only when you have thoroughly seen through the laws of the operation of heaven and earth can you have the consciousness of heaven." Su Mu said solemnly: "To understand these things, you have to rely on the words of a sage. I am a scholar, different from Buddhism and Taoism, but a Confucianist, from Confucianism to sainthood."

Su Mu continued: "Let me tell you a story. In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a top expert in the world named Huang Shang. He was originally a civil servant of the Dao Lu Department and was in charge of the Dao Zang in the world. Because he read too many books, he set a new record. He wrote an earth-shattering martial arts called "Nine Yin Manual". Later, this book fell into the hands of a martial arts master named Huang Yaoshi. Huang Yaoshi had a pair of apprentices, and in order to learn superior martial arts, he used this book It was stolen."

While talking, Su Mu roughly told the story of Mei Chaofeng stealing the "Nine Yin Scriptures" in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and then asked: "Zhu Shou, guess, has Mei Chaofeng learned it well?" ?”

"Should you have learned it?" Zhu Houzhao was attracted by this story.

"No." Su Mu shook his head.

"Why not? Isn't she literate? Just watch and learn."

Su Mu laughed loudly: "Although the iron corpse can read, it can only read novels. And the "Nine Yin Manual" is a powerful martial arts created by collecting the essence of various classics, including Zhuangzi , Confucius, Lao Tzu’s theories, and even Persian Zoroastrian scriptures, it’s not that people who are well-educated can’t even read them.” Seeing Zhu Houzhao’s disbelief, Su Mu asked, “Don’t be convinced, I’ll ask you, What is a strange girl baby, what is Danding, what is Huangya, what is Ouyou, and what is Qi of Virtue? These are all the knowledge of Taoism and Confucianism."

"As long as you have learned it well, then you will be truly transcendent." Su Mu stood up and shook his sleeves: "Even if Mei Chaofeng couldn't understand that book back then, he only got one scale and a half of his claws to be able to read it." Grabbing it into a human skull out of thin air, it can be seen that if this martial art is to be practiced, it does not know how high it will be."

"Grab it directly into the human skull, ah!" Zhu Houzhao yelled, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Is this still a human?"

Su Mu added another fire: "Zhu Shou, what I'm about to pass on to you is the "Nine Yin Manuals."

"Zi Qiao, it turns out that you are studying the "Nine Yin Manual", teach me quickly!" Zhu Houzhao was very surprised.

Oops, this bullshit is exaggerated, wait a minute, if this kid surnamed Zhu asks me to perform Jiuyin White Bone Claw live, will I ask Xiaodie to buy a piece of tofu?

Su Mu was startled, knowing that he was exaggerating.

He explained with a serious face: "But I don't know how to master kung fu. You also know that in the martial arts, the division of sects is very strict. This "Nine Yin Manual" is not the martial arts of our sect, I can't learn it." .However, it can be taught to you.”

The future Emperor Zhengde couldn't help being overjoyed; "So, thank you Ziqiao, teach me quickly."

Su Mu: "Let's start with the basic skills first. Copy what I taught you just now, and then thoroughly understand the spirit. Only by thoroughly understanding the spirit of Confucianism and having the righteousness in your chest, can you practice this supreme magic skill. Otherwise, your heart will not be upright. But if you want to practice forcefully, the evil mind will grind your demons to attack. At the slightest, you will become a fool or idiot due to insanity, and if you are serious, you will die with broken tendons. It’s still the same sentence, the realm. If you don’t reach the realm, it’s useless to learn anything.”

This sentence was harsh, and Zhu Houzhao's heart trembled when he heard it, and he remembered the beauty of learning the "Nine Yin Manual" described by Su Mu just now. Slowly record the content of the first sentence of "Great Learning" that Su Mu explained just now.

But who is the Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao, the most famous flying and jumping monarch in the history of the Ming Dynasty.Since he was born, he has been surrounded by three cabinet ministers and a group of academicians from the Hanlin Academy to teach him knowledge.

It's a pity that this kid is fond of martial arts, and he is a monkey who can't sit still, so he doesn't have the heart to read and write at all.

The crown prince doesn't like reading, and the scholars don't dare to use force. After all, he is the prince, and there are differences between monarchs and ministers. You can't use a ruler to spank your ass like you deal with other stubborn people, right?

Therefore, when Zhu Houzhao made a big fuss, the bachelors could only let Liu Jin take the blame.

It's a pity that Zhengde doesn't care. If you want to fight Liu Jin, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I should play as I should.

Come and go again and again, others can't do anything with him, so they don't care.

The ancients matured very early, and the children of ordinary families had studied at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and they all developed a stable temperament, and some even married wives and had children as fathers.But Zhu Houzhao is still like an unruly child. Even though he is surrounded by famous teachers, he has not learned any knowledge.

When I mentioned the pen, I just felt my hands and feet were stiff, and my whole body was weak.

Before I could write a few words, sweat flowed out and dripped on the paper.

While reading, Su Mu peeked at it, and cried out in his heart: I heard people say that the clan's children have received elite education since they were young, and their knowledge is good, my dear, this guy's handwriting is really ugly, like an earthworm crawling. It is rare to touch the brush twice.

Modern society is all computerized and digital. With more computers, most people's handwriting is not very good. This is understandable, and everyone doesn't care much.

If Su Mu hadn't practiced calligraphy since he was a child and had a special hobby for traditional culture, he would probably be able to write well.

However, in ancient times, good calligraphy was the housekeeping skill of scholars.When he went to the examination room, he was judged by his body and words, and his calligraphy ranked third. Being able to write good handwriting is also one of the hard indicators for the imperial court to select a scholar.

It has been three or four months since he traveled to the Ming Dynasty, and Su Mu has gradually integrated into this society. Seeing that Zhu Houzhao's handwriting is so bad, he doesn't feel contemptuous in his heart: he is just a son-in-law waiting to die!

But he couldn't take a second look, but Su Mu was taken aback.

Zhu Houzhao's calligraphy is stinky, but the section of "University" that he explained just now has about a hundred words, and he just said it casually, and this guy actually transcribed it verbatim.

This memory is really strong, at least much better than that Sumu in modern society.

"It seems that among the clan's children, not all are fat pigs!" Su Mu's impression of this guy changed slightly.

After about half an hour, Zhu Houzhao finally finished the hundred or so characters.

I couldn't help shaking my hands, and shouted: "My God, my hands are sore, Zi Qiao, I quit, I quit, let's punch!"

Looking at him again, his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Houzhao stood up and stretched his muscles.

Xiaodie next to him stopped between him and Su Mu in surprise.

Su Mu also felt a headache, and after finally being quiet for a while, this kid started to make noise again.If he doesn't manage it, he won't even think about reading another page today.

So, Su Mu put down the book, and asked solemnly: "General Zhu, did you have a strange feeling when you were writing just now?"

This question was asked abruptly, Zhu Houzhao was taken aback for a moment, scratched his head, and after thinking for a long time, he replied hesitantly: "It's a bit strange. As soon as I hold the pen, I feel my whole body tense up, and I get tired after a while." No."

Su Mu nodded: "That's right, isn't there a saying that goes like this: When we write, we have spirit. That is to say, when we write, all our energy will be naturally concentrated on the tip of the pen. This is the spirit of refinement. "

"Refinement?"

Su Mu: "Yes, practice the spirit. People have the spirit of the three treasures, and there is a saying in martial arts that the three flowers gather on the top. This is the most important thing to cultivate the spirit. Also, when you write with a brush, you use your hands hard, don't you? Feel the power coming from your feet."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have this feeling." Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed and said yes again and again.

Su Mu secretly laughed in his heart: This silly boy is really easy to fool.

He said: "Writing can not only improve your mind, but also strengthen your muscles and bones. You can write two or three thousand words a day according to my method. It's not bragging. It only takes half a year. Your strength is definitely much stronger than it is now."

"Really?" Zhu Houzhao was surprised.

Su Mu said seriously: "If you don't believe me, make a bet. After half a year, if your strength is not stronger than now, I will lose 50 taels of silver to you. Otherwise, you will also pay me 50 taels of silver."

"Bet."

"How much weight can you carry now?"

Zhu Houzhao thought for a while, but was a little uncertain: "I can carry seventy catties anyway!"

Su Mu was surprised: "This kid is not weak. When I was his age, I only had about sixty catties of strength."

He stretched out his hand and patted Zhu Houzhao: "Okay, the limit is seventy catties."

Nonsense, this kid is so active, and he is at the age of growing his body. After half a year, it's no wonder he doesn't gain strength.

"Okay, let's continue writing, let's start with "University". At this speed, I should be able to finish reading this book within a month." "University" threw it over: "Today's homework, copy ten pages, the text and notes must be copied word for word."

"So many?" Seeing the densely packed small characters on the page, the future Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but gasp.

Su Mu's face was stern: "I don't want to learn high-quality martial arts anymore. If you don't want to learn, I'm too lazy to teach it?"

"I have to learn, I have to learn." Zhu Houzhao responded repeatedly, picked up a pen and copied on paper.

The words are still too ugly to read, the whole body is still tight, and the limbs are awkward.

At his speed, by the time he finishes copying these ten pages, it will probably be evening.

Su Mu didn't care whether he could finish the copy, he just hoped that this kid would be able to quit after suffering.