I have many teachers

Chapter 5 The Great Qin
Wang Anfeng looked at the bird that was knocked unconscious, and then looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand that was filled with the fragrance of medicine. He didn't send any firewood to the big families in the village, so he walked back to the small dilapidated house by the willow tree at the entrance of his village.

Throwing away the bundle of firewood behind his back, he sat in the room and stared blankly at the porcelain vase on the table. Looking at it, a silly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he felt a burst of light in his heart. , while snickering, but at the same time covering his mouth, like a little milk cat that has eaten fish, the whole body fits over and falls directly on the hard bed, hugging the quilt secretly for a long time.

Turning over, I suddenly felt some pain in my wrist. Only then did I realize that I still had the weird wristband I picked up on the mountain, and I hadn’t waited for its owner, and the pigs from the owner’s house hadn’t been fed yet, let alone go. Taking care of the old man Li who lives alone in place of his parents, many things immediately rushed to his mind.

Although he still didn't understand why it was night and it was morning again in a blink of an eye, it didn't prevent him from realizing that time had passed for a long time, and the words of Master's words were still ringing in his ears for more than four hours. , I felt my heart skip a beat, turned over and sat up suddenly, and went to take the wristband in my hand, but it was not the silver-white wristband, but a string of warm and cold beads, which felt like a metallic color , but looked as gentle as an old wood, anxious in his heart, could not help but cry out in a low voice.

"Where's the wristband? Why is it missing?"

"Di——Young Xia has chosen his own sect. The server uses liquid metal deformation technology to change its appearance to be decorated with Shaolin Temple disciples and reassuring Buddhist beads. To prevent loss, it has been bound to Young Xia."

The clear and melodious female voice sounded in my ears again, Wang Anfeng was stunned, looked at the string of Buddhist beads, and asked after a while:
"Shaolin...meaning, this thing is mine?"

"Could it be that Master gave it to me... It does look very similar to the beads in Master's hand..."

"An Feng, An Feng, are you there? Someone just said that you are back..."

Just when Wang Anfeng was at a loss, a thick and powerful male voice sounded outside the door. The young man recognized the owner of the voice, and he didn't have time to care whether the string of 'Reassuring Buddha Beads' belonged to him, so he turned over and fell to the ground. After adjusting his clothes, he calmed down and walked quickly to open the door. Sure enough, he saw a young man in a blue robe with a collar raising his hand to knock on the door. He came out with a smile on his face. Smile, laughed:

"You boy, let me wait."

"I'm really sorry, Brother Wang, I encountered something yesterday, so I didn't go to the owner's house..."

When Wang Anfeng saw the young man, he rushed to apologize without waiting for him to continue. His face was full of apology, but the tall young man outside the door was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand to touch Wang Anfeng's forehead, and said with a joke: "I never suffered from it." How can you just talk nonsense in the daytime when you have the wind and cold?"

"Nonsense?"

The young man was stunned, and the young man in the blue shirt laughed and said, "Yesterday, you fed my pigs to fat, and you only saw them for a day, and you forgot all about them?" His eyes passed over the young man and fell on the messy pig that had just been messed up. The bed, only a look of understanding appeared on his face, teasingly said:
"It seems that you, An Feng, have taken a break today and fell asleep, but it's true, you are so busy every day, it doesn't matter if you sleep more."

The young man opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he didn't know where to start. As early as he was thinking, the young man had already lifted a large piece of pork in his hand, and smiled to himself:

"Don't mention this. My family killed a pig today. Dad asked me to send you a piece of pork belly. The sun is very poisonous these days. You should cook it earlier to avoid the heat and stink."

"Here, I still have something to do at home, so I won't tell you more. Let's take a step first. If you have free time, you and I will talk about it in detail."

Unable to allow the young man to refuse, the young man surnamed Wang stuffed the meat into Wang Anfeng's hand, exchanged a few words of greetings, then turned around and walked away. The young man picked up the pork in his hand, and looked at the young man in a hurry. , but there is some familiar comfort in my heart——

Nothing has changed, and he is still a familiar person in the familiar village. If there is any change, I am afraid that there are only the prayer beads in his hand and the warm air flowing in his body.

It's just time but what's the matter?

Obviously, a day has passed, but Brother Wang said that he had already been there yesterday... Could it be that the time has not changed much?
Wang Anfeng scratched his head, his eyes turned to the oily pork in his hand, he stopped thinking about it, smiled and said in a low voice:
"Forget it, don't worry about it for now, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so I should send some to Uncle Li."

Because Yuan Ci didn't mention much about the Shaolin school's ban on meat, the young man had no idea at all. Instead, he was overjoyed at being able to eat some meat. He turned around and went back to the house, took the chopping board and a kitchen knife and divided the meat into three parts. I bought two servings, now I put the smaller one in a bowl, took a piece of oiled paper to carefully put away the larger meat, washed my hands, and then closed the door and window and left the house with this pork in my arms. Go away from Uncle's house.

He doesn't know who Li Bo's surname is, but he remembers that when his father was still there, the relationship between his family and Li Bo was very good. He always accepts it unceremoniously. His facial features are majestic and scary, but he is very kind. He seems to have worked as a storyteller outside, and there are always good stories in his stomach. The children in Goudi Village always Can't help but want to run to that place.

Children are always arguing, but Li Bo doesn't care about this matter. Although he lives alone, noisy urchins seem to have a lot of fun. The more audiences, the more vigorously he speaks. Wang Anfeng carried the pork all the way through the main road, and stopped in front of a small courtyard far away from the villagers' houses. Before entering, he heard a familiar voice:

"The world is so big that it is almost boundless. There are so many small countries and kings in this world, you can't even count them! You guys, there are many more than you think. Just a few, Turkic, the Turkic king was stupid like a pig, and distributed the land and people to his brothers and sons. As a result, he was starved to death in the tent when he was old, and he was beaten outside. open."

"A dozen lasted almost 100 years. Until this generation, the little prince of the Northern Turkic branch used a machete to force his father to abdicate, and then chopped off the head of a rich man on the spot. Sweeping one side in ten years, not only subdued all the Turkic kings, but also expanded his own territory a lot outside, worked hard to rule, martial arts can be compared to a master of one side, literary talent is also flying, it can be called a brilliant man for a while!"

"Wow oh oh!"

Those children who listened attentively let out exclamations of admiration. Wang Anfeng quietly entered the door without disturbing the old man with white hair, and just stood aside with a smile. Like a wild lion dancing wildly, the gourd in his hand was used as a gavel, he slapped the table heavily, drooling, and said:
"On the other hand, the land of Baekje gathers all kinds of people from small clans, each with its own rules and skills, plus poisonous insects are everywhere, and the people's folk customs are aggressive. It's a mess, but back then When the prince came to the throne, he wore a shabby sackcloth abruptly, held his fists, and said that he would punch through hundreds of clans with his fists, and then ascended the throne. Everyone thought he was joking, but before he ascended the throne, he really went to the throne. gone."

A little boy's eyes lit up and his blood boiled when he heard it, he asked again and again: "Then did he succeed?"

"Of course not. The people from the Hundred Clans are all old bastards, thieves, thieves, and cheap. He lost miserably."

The old man took a sip of his wine, looked at the eyes of those children, smiled, and stopped showing off, saying: "But, he never gave up."

"It took three years, one punch after another, from the weakest family to the noble family, and finally beat the strongest person in the Baekje royal family to the ground at that time, covered with scars, and stepped on his throne step by step , and after that, he integrated the martial arts skills of hundreds of clans to create his own unique art, and he did not have the slightest privacy, and announced it to all the clans in Baekje, with an open mind, which is rare in the world!"

"Isn't he afraid that others are stronger than him?"

The old man glanced at the young man who asked the question, raised his finger and shook it, saying:

"He is afraid that no one in Baekje is stronger than him."

Just this sentence, even if you haven't seen it before, that kind of magnanimity still rushes to your face. It seems that you can see the king of Baekje through the old man's description. At that time, a little girl raised her hand and asked in a whisper:

"They are so powerful, what about our Great Qin?"

"Yeah, where is our Great Qin?!"

The little boys looked at the old man with bright eyes, but now he seemed to have not heard, lazily leaning on the wicker chair, shaking the flagon in his hand, and said with a grin: "Oh, After talking about so many things, I am a little tired, so I will stop talking..."

The expectations on the faces of all the children froze. The oldest boy rolled his eyes and rushed forward, rubbing the old man's shoulders and tapping his back with a smile. The children realized that in order to satisfy their desire for stories, , one by one pinched their legs or tapped their shoulders, the old man stretched comfortably and said:
"Comfortable and comfortable..."

"Old man Li, feel better... let's continue talking... How about me, Daqin?"

The old man raised his eyes to look at the child's smiling face, squinted his eyes again, stroked his belly and sighed: "After talking so much, the worms in my stomach started screaming, what should I do?"

"..."

The boy was stunned, then gritted his teeth, reached out tremblingly and touched the snack in his arms, his face was full of struggle and desire, the old man next to him squinted his eyes and opened a crack, smelling the The smell of lard residue took a deep breath and swallowed.

"Jia Yin in December of the seventh year of ascending the throne, Shang Xing Furong Garden, Taishang Huang bought wine in Weiyang Palace..."

At this moment, a warm voice sounded, and the children all subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw the wild child in the village who had no father or mother. Disdain and contempt appeared on the faces of the younger ones, while those who were older The child looked away in embarrassment and embarrassment. Wang Anfeng looked helplessly at Uncle Li who wanted to cheat the child, and forcibly ignored the latter's winking and concealed gesture of giving you half, and said gently:

"At times there are countless nobles, whose crowns are like a forest. When the wine is in full swing, the emperor is faintly drunk, laughing and making the Turkic kings dance for fun, and the Baekje kings sing poems in harmony."

The young man raised his eyes and saw that the disdain on those faces had turned into a sluggish expression. He smiled slightly and said:
"I dare not refuse."

(End of this chapter)