Chapter 91 The prince is alive too!
Riding all the way home.
Zeng Anmin felt at ease.
This trip to Xuanzhensi was very comfortable.
Especially after getting to know the girl Sai Chuxue in depth.
Adolescent girls who are afraid of society are easy to deceive.
"Where's my dad?"
After arriving home, Zeng Anmin looked at Uncle Qi who was practicing martial arts in the yard and asked.
At this time, he had just taken off the black gold bow in his hand from his horse.
"I'm still in Shangshu Province. I've been busy these two days. As a Xia official, I can't move away."
After hearing Zeng Anmin's voice, Uncle Qi stopped and said to Zeng Anmin with a smile on his face.
"Oh." Zeng Anmin put the Wujin Longbow on his back and prepared to walk towards his yard.
"Didn't the young master go to the Imperial College today?" Seeing that Zeng Anmin didn't have a bookcase with him, Uncle Qi asked out of curiosity.
Zeng Anmin paused, took off the black gold bow from his body, nodded and said:
"I took Dachun to the Xuanzhen Division just now. A friend of the Xuanzhen Division asked for a bow."
"Huh?" Uncle Qi saw the extremely conspicuous black gold bow, with a look of astonishment on his face:
"Master, this bow...could it be the extremely rare spiritual weapon rumored to be produced by the Xuanzhen Division?"
Obviously, as a bumpkin from Liangjiang County, Uncle Qi had only heard of the name of Xuanzhen Division's Spirit Weapon in legends.
Zeng Anmin blinked.
I remembered the spiritual weapons hanging on the wall of the Xuanzhen Department that looked like market cabbage.
"That's it."
Of course there is nothing to hide from our own people,
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a smile on Uncle Qi's face and couldn't help but clapped his hands and said:
"What a blessing! What a blessing!"
"I haven't seen the spiritual weapon of the Xuanzhen Division yet..." Uncle Qi looked at the bow on Zeng Anmin's body with a shy look on his face and couldn't help but rub his hands.
"Then you will see it today."
Zeng Anmin spread his hands.
Well.
Qi Bo's face froze and he opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a while.
"Haha, let me take a look at it and see if I can pull it apart?"
Zeng Anmin laughed, he naturally understood Uncle Qi's eager eyes.
No longer teasing him, he handed over the black gold bow.
Qi Bo quickly took the black gold bow and took it very lightly.
"This bow is not heavy. I think I can pull it into a full moon with only 30% of my strength."
Feeling the weight in his hands, Qi Bo looked confident.
"Oh? Then you try."
Zeng Anmin also became curious.
He has never tried the bow since he took it.
Uncle Qi is an eighth-level warrior, so he should be able to pull it off.
I just don’t know how many points I can get.
"Drink!!"
Qi Bo let out a deep shout, put his right leg in front and his left leg behind, and lunged out.
With white hair and white beard, he looks like a great master.
Seeing this situation, Zeng Anmin couldn't help but sigh.
Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? !
The next moment, I saw Uncle Qi holding the bow in his left hand and pulling the string with his right hand, pulling hard.
Her face turned red, and it was obvious that she had used all her strength to suck the milk.
But he just pulled the long bow... three points?
"Drink!!!"
Qi Bo added more force, but the bowstring did not move at all.
Instead, his face turned from red to purple...
Zeng Anmin wanted to laugh, but held it back.
After all, Uncle Qi has been loyal to his family for so many years, so he can't help but leave a trace of kindness to others.
Unexpectedly, Dachun behind him looked at Uncle Qi with curiosity:
"Dad, are you only exerting your strength now?"
The voice is very silly.
But the ridicule is full!
"Ku~"
When Zeng Anmin heard Dachun's words, he couldn't help it. He covered his mouth and twitched his shoulders.
"Hang Chi Hang Chi..."
Qi Bo still wanted to speak, but the words he spoke with all his strength could only come out of his nose.
"Hoo~"
Uncle Qi put away the bow in his hand and did not dare to look at Zeng Anmin.
Then he looked at Dachun, who looked puzzled, expressionlessly.
"Did you practice martial arts today?"
Qi Bo's death gaze made Dachun feel bad.
"I haven't had time yet. I want to go out with the young master today..."
"Master, the bow is returned to you."
Uncle Qi handed the black gold bow to Zeng Anmin as if nothing had happened.
"Well, then I will go back to the hospital first."
Zeng Anmin glanced at the ignorant Dachun with pity, then took the bow and walked out.
Just left the yard.
Then I heard Dachun's extremely terrifying scream.
"Ah, Dad! It hurts, it hurts...be gentle."
……
Zeng Anmin, who returned to the room, looked directly at the black gold bow in his hand.
Sent the maid in the courtyard.
He stood in the middle of the room.
Straighten your stance and take a deep breath.
"Get up!"
The muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, and the string of the black-gold long bow was suddenly pulled apart by him.
"Squeak~"
The heart-wrenching sound of bow strings.
Without using martial arts energy.
He drew the black-gold longbow to seventy percent full range! !
"Hoo~"
Zeng Anmin slowly let go, his face flushed.
Shooting a stiff bow without stretching is indeed a bit of a load on the body.
"Good bow."
Zeng Anmin slowly put down the black-gold bow in his hand, with a flash of light on his face.
"If you carry it with you, it will be easily exposed..."
He sat on the bed and looked at the long bow in his hand thoughtfully.
“It would be nice to have a storage space.”
Speaking of this, he remembered the compass in Sai Chuxue's hand that sucked Qi Xianlin in when he captured Qi Xianlin in Liangjiang County.
"The next time a working girl comes to Fuzhong to ask for chicken essence, ask her."
Zeng Anmin placed the long bow beside the bed and lay down to sleep.
A night of silence.
…………
Imperial College.
Zeng Anmin had just tied the horse when the little fat prince's voice rang in his ears.
"Brother Quan Fu, I haven't seen you for a day and I really miss you."
The prince trotted over very friendly.
"You don't have to do this."
Zeng Anmin looked at the little fat man who was panting as he trotted along.
There was some emotion in my heart.
He could see that the prince was planning to use Corporal Li Xian's trick to recruit him into his army.
However, this little fat man's skills are far behind his father's.
"Master said that a smooth road cannot be achieved in a day. I believe that Brother Quan Fu will see my sincerity in the future."
The prince's eyes were extremely clear, and his voice was full of sincerity.
He knew that a great talent like Zeng Anmin must have seen through his mind a long time ago and had nothing to hide, so he might as well speak out openly.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and go back to your seat to study."
Zeng Anmin didn't refuse people thousands of miles away, he smiled.
Although this little fat man was born in a royal family, judging from the current situation, his character is not bad.
Just make a friend first.
"Yes." When the prince heard Zeng Anmin's obvious signs of relenting, he felt happy and more motivated.
"Brother Quan Fu, please come first."
The prince extended his hand with an excellent attitude.
At the same time, a feeling of complacency emerged in his heart.
In ancient times, Taizu put on shoes for Master Xu Tianshi.
Now I, Wang Yuanzhen, have made way for Zeng Liangjiang.
Sure enough, I look like an ancestor!
"Brother Quan Fu."
After the two came to their seats, they saw Qin Wanyue already opening the book.
Obviously he has been studying hard for a long time.
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
After feeling the movement coming from her side, Qin Wanyue raised her head, her eyes as tender as water, as clear and moist as the turbulent sea water, which seemed to be full of affection.
Every time he looked at Qin Wanyue, an illusion would appear in Zeng Anmin's mind.
Could it be that this woman... likes me?
Well, forget about the three major illusions in life, it’s better not to believe them.
"Miss Qin, do you come so early every day?"
Zeng Anmin asked curiously, picked up "Yi Zi" from the table and opened the first page.
"Before I bought a house in Beijing, I temporarily lived in the Imperial College with my father. It was close to my hometown and I came earlier."
Qin Wanyue's speaking voice has always been so orderly.
Unlike Sai Chuxue, she likes to look into Zeng Anmin's eyes when talking.
It's generous and generous, and it won't make people feel obtrusive.
"Oh~"
Zeng Anmin nodded slowly, then asked politely as if he remembered something:
"The Six Arts of a Gentleman, I have decided to focus on shooting. Does Miss Qin have any good suggestions?"
Although there was help from Bai Ziqing's "Luo Jade Plate".
But in actual terms, "Luo Jade Pan" is a martial skill.
The "shooting" in Confucianism and Taoism is closer to Taoism.
The two are actually equally good.
"The Six Arts of the Gentleman are actually my Confucian techniques of attack."
After Qin Wanyue heard Zeng Anmin's doubts, the smile on her face became even stronger.
Like peach blossoms in the spring breeze, the girl's fragrance stirred the young master's heartstrings.
For some reason, Qin Wanyue enjoyed, or rather liked, the feeling of solving Zeng Anmin's doubts.
Just like when a boy is chatting with the girl he likes, he always tries his best to find various topics.
"That day in the Xuanjing Division, my father subdued the fish demon. Confucianism, Taoism, and Dharma turned into the word "Suppression" and suppressed the fish demon into ashes. This word "Suppression" is the Six Arts of the Gentleman among my Confucianism and Taoism. "Book"..."
Qin Wanyue's voice always makes people sink into the rhythm of her words unconsciously.
Zeng Anmin listened thoughtfully.
Regarding the Six Arts of the Gentleman, his father told him that he should first confirm what he likes, and then work hard to study it.
Moreover, after he entered the realm of a sixth-grade gentleman, his father was promoted not long after, and he has been on the road.
There was simply no time for contact.
Only Zeng Anmin himself knew.
Because of the bug [Warrior's Heart], I am very sure and definitely have to use "shooting" to enter the Tao.
There are not many students in the Imperial College classroom now, and Qin Wanyue and Zeng Anmin are not close to each other.
It's just a normal exchange between classmates.
But the little fat prince sitting in the back attributed the scene between the two to a mutual love.
When brother Quan Fu was talking to Miss Qin, his arm was not honest!
Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, he would touch Miss Qin's arm from time to time.
Miss Qin seemed not to notice and continued to speak.
Although the two people looked normal.
But how could the little fat prince not see the fishiness in it?
Not long after, a master came to give a lecture.
The conversation between Zeng Anmin and Qin Wanyue ended here.
The master's name is Zhang Qi, and he is a master of one of the six arts of the gentleman, "joy".
Although he did not teach rituals and music, Master was very lively when he lectured.
Zeng Anmin was mesmerized by what he heard... Shit.
He listened for three minutes and was distracted for half the class.
The problem of being distracted in class is really hard to get rid of.
"Tomorrow morning, I will bring the ten-stringed harp and teach you one of the six arts of "music" of the gentleman."
After the Master finished his lecture, he stood up slowly and gave an announcement to the students.
"Congratulations, Master."
After watching the Master go away, the students began to prepare for lunch.
Zeng Anmin took this opportunity to visit the library of the Imperial College.
The library of the Imperial College is known as the second in the world.
The first is the library in the palace.
"Brother Quan Fu, why do you come to the library?"
The prince looked at Zeng Anmin with curiosity. He followed Zeng Anmin without even eating.
"Check the information."
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at the bookshelf in front of him.
This bookshelf is the History of the Imperial War compiled by Dr. Guozijian.
From the time Taizu raised his army to the year before last, all major and small battles were located here.
"War history?"
The prince blinked, then looked at Zeng Anmin innocently and said:
"If you look up the war history...it would be better to ask me."
"Oh?"
Zeng Anmin looked up at the round face of the little fat prince, folded his arms and looked at him:
"Are you still proficient in war history?"
"Haha." The prince's face showed an extremely confident look:
"From the time Taizu raised his army, to the time when the two kingdoms of Shengjiang joined forces to attack the demon clan Yinwu to destroy the demons before I was seven years old, I knew everything about it."
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows: "Then you talk about Taizu raising an army?"
The prince smiled softly, stood up slowly, came to the window, looked at the students outside the window, and said in a slow and breathy voice:
"In the fourth year of Zhenqi in the previous dynasty, Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty was in power and committed many atrocities, causing chaos in the world and making the people miserable."
"On the fourth day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Zhenqi, Taizu's family fell into trouble and was humiliated by violent officials. He aspired to conquer the clouds in his heart and killed the violent officials in anger, declaring the beginning of troubled times."
"On the fifth day of the first month of the same year, Taizu and his childhood playmate Bai Liyun united with the villagers to attack Ning County."
"The next day, Ning County was out of control and was occupied by Taizu."
"…………"
The little fat prince was methodical and eloquent, even remembering the days in the history books accurately.
There is quite an illusion of being in the presence of a historical figure.
"Stop!" Zeng Anmin had no interest in Taizu's military history. He now believed in the prince's achievements in military history.
The prince slowly turned around and smiled.
At this time, he just needed a pointer in his hand.
"Tell me about Yinwu's demon slaying."
Zeng Anmin pulled a chair for the prince and helped him sit down.
He sat across from him and looked at the prince seriously.
This small gesture directly moved the prince to the point of crying.
The spirit of Taizu appears in heaven!
It is indeed right to learn from Taizu!
Sincerity is the surefire way to interact with people! !
The little fat prince suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a deep breath, and then the flush on his face faded away.
"The cause of Yinwu's demon eradication was in the fifth year of Jianhong's reign, when the current demon king of Wanyao Mountain, Zhu Xuan, united with all the demon tribes to fight against..."
"Don't talk about this first, just talk about the place where it happened, the generals sent by our Holy Dynasty, and..."
Zeng Anmin looked at the prince seriously: "Uncle Zhongyuan."
"Uncle Zhongyuan?"
The prince's brows furrowed slightly.
Obviously, his impression of Uncle Zhongyuan was not good.
"At that time, our Great Holy Dynasty sent a total of more than 70,000 troops. The leading general was Ji Qing, the imperial city's chief minister. King Qi, King Jiang and Uncle Zhongyuan were all led by Ji Qing."
"Wait..."
Zeng Anmin raised his head sharply and looked straight at the prince:
"King Qi, King Jiang...the two of them were also in the battle of Yinwu to destroy the demon?"
The prince nodded blankly, looked at Zeng Anmin and said:
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, you continue."
Zeng Anmin frowned slightly, and his father's face subconsciously appeared in his mind.
A possibility emerged in my mind...
(End of chapter)