The heavens begin with Hongquan

Regarding apprenticeship, Wan Yankang said that he was not interested in martial arts.

Bao Xiruo loved his son, so he naturally complied with Wanyankang's wishes.

At the same time, I thought about it, Taoist priest Qiu is the kind of person who has high and low positions, but he has been running around in the world all year round. After all, he is not living a peaceful life.

Kang'er is now taught by famous teachers and Confucian scholars, and has no shortage of good clothing and food. In the future, I only hope that he can be safe and happy, marry a wife and have children, and live happily.

Bao Xiruo frowned slightly.

She thought of what Qiu Chuji had just blurted out.

"Taoist Master Qiu knows Kang'er's true identity. I stopped him in time this time, just in case he spills the beans next time..."

Females are weak, but mothers are strong.

Brother Tie is no longer alive. Over the years, the prince has treated Kang'er as his own child. Kang'er is living so well now, and she really doesn't want anyone to break her current life.

In the future, it is better not to let Taoist Qiu see Kang'er again.

"Mother, do you feel better now?"

Wanyan Kang helped Bao Xiruo push her uterus to circulate blood and relax her muscles and joints.

"Kang'er is the most sensible and filial person."

Bao Xiruo smiled gently.

Since Wanyankang learned the art of medicine, Bao Xiruo's daily diet has been arranged by Wanyankang.

What to eat? How to eat?

Wan Yankang made a meal list for the palace chef.

He would come over from time to time to personally recuperate Bao Xiruo's body and strengthen his foundation.

.........

three days later.

Qiu Chuji followed the instructions.

Wan Yankang was greeted by the butler. When he saw him, his expression was slightly startled.

Wan Yankang is resting in the pavilion.

Lying sideways, supporting his head with his right hand, his legs are closed and slightly bent, giving him a great majesty.

Qiu Chuji listened attentively and noticed that Wanyankang's breathing was vague and his heartbeat was extremely slow, as if it would stop at any time.

"This is...an auspicious bed?!"

He was shocked.

It's not because of the auspiciousness, but because of the charm that Wan Yankang exudes at this moment.

He has seen many people fall asleep in "auspicious sleep".

Legend has it that the Buddha passed away beneath the twin sal trees in this auspicious lying posture and finally attained Nirvana.

Therefore, this bed has great majesty.

Like a lion who overwhelms the beasts, his mind is stable and upright. Like a white elephant stepping across a river, one attains the Dharma very deeply. Like a green ox plowing the ground and nourishing all living beings, like a dragon walking in the clouds and spreading rain.

Of course, these are all descriptions in the scriptures, and may be exaggerated by later generations.

But Wanyankang's "auspicious lie" is different. The kind of charm he exudes is something Qiu Chuji had only experienced from his late master Zhengyang Patriarch.

"Could it be said that this boy has reached the level of master?"

Such an idea suddenly popped into Qiu Chuji's mind.

However, he immediately shook his head and dismissed this ridiculous idea.

how can that be possible?

After inquiring, he learned that Wan Yankang was known as a "child prodigy" in Zhongdu City, but the 10-year-old young man had not even grown his muscles and bones, so how could he claim to have any martial arts skills.

But this kind of faint artistic conception charm...

Qiu Chuji, who had always had a hot temper, suddenly became stunned.

In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of the Buddha passing into death, withered and prosperous...

Unknowingly, he stood outside for two quarters of an hour.

Wan Yankang rested in the pavilion for two quarters of an hour.

"Taoist Master Qiu, please go back. I will not accept you as my teacher."

These were Wanyankang's first words after waking up.

Qiu Chuji immediately came to his senses.

Not a disciple? Do you want to covet this glory and wealth and are unwilling to admit your true identity?

Qiu Chuji was so angry that he couldn't care less about the strange behavior just now and scolded him.

"I asked someone to check on Taoist Master Qiu."

This sentence made Qiu Chuji temporarily suppress his anger. "so what?"

"Logically, my mother and concubine live in the inner courtyard of the palace and have never been out of Zhongdu City. We are neither relatives nor old friends with Taoist Qiu. How did Taoist Qiu know my mother and concubine?"

Seeing Qiu Chuji open his mouth to say something, Wanyankang raised his hand to stop him.

"Then, I found out about Niujia Village ten years ago."

"I won't say much about the past. I only told Master Qiu one thing. I was born in December."

After saying that, Wanyankang remained silent.

Born in December?

What do you mean?

Why are you telling me this?

Qiu Chuji was puzzled for a moment.

Suddenly, Qiu Chuji's beard twitched and his expression changed drastically.

"December?"

"Why is it December?!"

He quickly counted with his hands and mouth, and the more he counted, the paler his face became.

Ten years ago.

That stormy night.

He checked Bao Xiruo's pulse and found that she was pregnant.

As the saying goes: once you are pregnant, you will give birth in ten months.

If Bao Xiruo was pregnant in winter, how could she give birth to Yang Kang in December?

If Yang Kang was born in December, then Bao Xiruo could have gotten pregnant with him in February at the earliest, which was already spring. In addition, according to the calendar calculations she had just made, that year happened to have a leap month. If Yang Kang was born prematurely, then Bao Xiruo would have gotten pregnant later.

That is to say-

The young man in front of me is not Yang Kang, but... Wanyan Kang! ! !

"No, how do you know whether what this young man said is true or false?"

"What if he deceives poor people for the sake of glory and wealth?"

Qiu Chuji had various thoughts in his mind.

He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

"No, I want to find the princess to confirm it in person."

Wanyankang's face turned cold.

He had given him a face-saving explanation, but Qiu Chuji was just a stubborn brat.

"Stop him."

As soon as Wan Yankang's voice fell, several black streams of light struck through the air. Qiu Chuji suddenly felt chills rising. His long sword was instantly unsheathed, slashing and slashing in succession.

"Ding Ding Ceng Ceng..."

Several more black lines came, like chains of death.

This time, Qiu Chuji did not block all the attacks. His arms and thighs were injured one after another, and his whole body was knocked to the ground by the impact. His blood stained his robes, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Duh duh duh.

Qiu Chuji tapped his body several times to stop the bleeding in time.

Looking up, he saw eight figures in black clothes, with ape-like arms and wolf waist, and cold faces, standing sternly.

They held long bows, the bow strings were tight, and the arrows shone with cold light, as if they were ready to unleash a fatal blow at any time.

"The Eight Heroes of the Arrow."

"Elites are selected from tens of thousands of soldiers. Each of them has the strength of a thousand catties in both arms. Do you want to try again, Taoist Master Qiu?" Wan Yankang's voice was light.

Qiu Chuji supported his injured body and looked at the eight archers.

The eyes of the eight people were focused and firm, as if they were waiting for something.

Qiu Chuji felt heavy in his heart.

Judging from the force of the impact of the arrows just now, these eight people must have practiced superb foreign martial arts.

How could a small Prince Zhao's Mansion have such a master?

Where did they get the martial arts secrets?

Although Qiu Chuji has a straightforward temper, he is not someone who seeks death. Moreover, he doesn't necessarily have to ask Bao Xiruo himself what he wants to know. He can also find out by just asking some people from ten years ago.

Finally, Qiu Chuji left Prince Zhao's Mansion under Wanyankang's calm gaze.

The back looks slightly embarrassed and depressed.

…………(End of chapter)