Baojian

Chapter 717
"I have been here for a long time, and I have made some arrangements. When there is nothing to do, I can let Huzi take you to hide."

Uncle Zhang was not completely unprepared to allow his only grandson to enter the mountain with peace of mind. He immediately turned around and entered the house, took out a bag of things, opened it and placed it in front of Qin Feng.

"Uncle Zhang, what is this?"

Looking at the thick and round iron cylinder, Qin Feng wondered: "Didn't it mean that there is a lack of iron here? Such a thing is enough to make two or three daggers?"

"This thing is much more precious than a dagger, you should keep it for self-defense..."

Uncle Zhang took the object in his left hand and put it in his right hand. The object just slipped into it like a wristband, and then he put down the cuff, and there was no clue to be seen from the outside.

"An armguard?" Qin Feng touched Uncle Zhang's right forearm, and said, "This thing is not very useful, it might as well be made into a heart guard."

"Hehe, you've missed your mark." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Uncle Zhang smiled, glanced left and right, and pointed his right arm at the gate of the yard.

"Look!"

While Zhang Bo was talking, he pressed his left hand on the forearm of his right hand, and there was a "click" sound of the machine spring, and a silver light flashed on Zhang Bo's right hand.

"This... is this thing a hidden weapon?"

Qin Feng took a step forward and looked at the door panel. Dozens of silver needles the size of toothpicks were densely nailed into the door panel. All of them pierced three points into the wood, leaving only one needle sticking out.

"It's powerful, even a tiger, I'm afraid it can shoot through it!"

Qin Feng stretched out his thumb and index finger, and abruptly pulled out a silver needle. After seeing the length of the silver needle, he couldn't help but gasped, because the needle was more than three inches long.

You know, in order to prevent the infestation of wild animals, the wooden doors used in this small village are all made of high-quality solid wood, which may not be able to penetrate even with a gun. This humble silver needle can penetrate so deep. You can see the power of the spring.

"Good thing, is this the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle rumored in Jianghu?"

Qin Feng pulled Zhang Bo's sleeves, looked carefully, and said: "Zhang Bo, you can't see iron objects here, what if you can make such an exquisite hidden weapon?"

Without ironware, there would naturally be no blacksmiths, but things like this cannot be made by skilled old blacksmiths, so Qin Feng is a little strange.

"My ancestors used locust rocks, and they were also proficient in hidden weapons. My grandfather spent a lot of money to find someone to forge this thing when he went out..."

Uncle Zhang did not hide the origin of this object. This object was older than him. When Uncle Zhang’s ancestors went out, they spent five taels of gold to ask an old blacksmith to make it. Home treasure.

"Now in the Jianghu outside, these things can no longer be seen."

After Zhang Bo handed the things into his hands, Qin Feng couldn't put it down and started playing with them. Compared with the guns that can be seen everywhere in the outside world, he prefers these hidden weapons that condense the essence of the predecessors.

"Don't take this thing out when it's absolutely necessary and your life is at stake..."

Uncle Zhang did not have the strength of Qin Feng, so he found a wooden clip, pulled out the silver needles one by one, and said: "I used this thing to escape from the Qian family back then. Lu Fenglei knew this thing. Don't use it in front of him..."

Uncle Zhang originally didn't want to give this thing to Feng Qin, because as soon as this thing was exposed, the Qian family would immediately understand it, but Uncle Zhang was still a little worried that the only grandson followed Feng Feng, so he took out this thing. Life-saving items.

"Uncle Zhang, I don't need this thing."

After playing with the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in his hand for a while, Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Let's take it for Hu Zi, in case he wanders off in the mountains, he has this thing, and he has some self-protection power." ..."

"Alright!"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Uncle Zhang nodded, took out the few stones in his grandson's pocket, and said, "Huzi, you can't use this hidden weapon technique in front of people, do you understand?"

"But...but if you have to make a move, can't you use it?" Zhang Hu raised his head to look at his grandfather, and said a little dissatisfied.

"No, even if you are desperately injured, you can't use this hidden weapon technique!" Uncle Zhang said seriously: "As long as you move your wrist, Lu Fenglei can see the origin of this technique at a glance."

Zhang Bo and Lu Fenglei had an inseparable relationship in the early years, and both of them had learned some kung fu from each other, so their unique hidden weapon techniques could not be hidden from Lu Fenglei's eyes at all.

More importantly, Zhang Bo knew that Lu Fenglei looked bold and loyal on the outside, but in fact he was cruel. After he broke up with him, he led people to chase and kill him for four or five years.

So if Lu Fenglei sees Zhang Hu's tactics, I'm afraid he will use all the tortures to ask Zhang Hu for his own news, which is tantamount to harming his grandson.

"Huzi, let me teach you a trick!" Hearing Zhang Hu's slightly childish tone, Qin Feng couldn't help laughing.

"What a coincidence?" Zhang Hu still admires Qin Feng very much. He has grown so big, and he has never seen a person who can make a chair fall apart with one buttock.

Qin Feng said with a smile: "No matter what danger you encounter, just hide behind that old man in black, you can't go wrong!"

To be honest, Qin Feng was also a little worried that Zhang Hu would reveal some flaws. After all, this child had hatred in his heart, and people like Lu Fenglei were very sensitive, and he might find out if he was not careful.

"I see. If any beast comes out at that time, I will hide behind him and kill that old man..." Zhang Hu nodded seriously, and only now did he show a childlike smile on his face.

"Qin Feng, Huzi will trouble you to take care of him..."

Zhang Bosheng was afraid that those from the Qian family would wander around the village, so he looked up at the sky and said, "I'll take Erniu to the back mountain to hide for a while, and if someone asks, they say I went to the mountain to collect herbs..."

Qin Feng nodded and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Er Niu, let's go, grandpa will take you to take care of the medicine garden over there..."

Uncle Zhang yelled at his granddaughter who was breastfeeding the little wolf cub in the inner room. He never thought of his granddaughter revealing these things to Qin Feng.

"Hey, here we come..."

Er Niu came out holding the little wolf cub whose mouth was still full of goat milk, and said, "Grandpa, aren't there any herbs we planted that you can use?"

"Not before, but now."

Uncle Zhang dotingly tapped the little girl on the head, and said, "Hurry up, or you won't be able to make it to the place before it gets dark. Hurry up and see you brothers..."

"Goodbye, brother, goodbye, brother Qin Feng."

The little girl didn't think too much, and happily followed her grandfather out of the yard with the little wolf cub in her arms, but she didn't even notice that her grandfather turned up the hill instead of walking the usual way.

After Zhang Bo and the others left, Qin Feng said: "Huzi, don't think so much, come on, I'll teach you the technique of breathing with your hands, you can practice it in the afternoon..."

"Brother, do you want to teach me Kung Fu? How dare you!" Hearing that Qin Feng wanted to teach him Kung Fu, Zhang Hu immediately swept away the depression of his grandfather leaving, and became more energetic.

You must know that in this space, almost all the families with family-inherited exercises are secret. Zhang Hu's aptitude is good, but because of the family's incomplete exercises, he has never been able to enter Mingjin's cultivation base.

Standing in the yard, Qin Feng swayed his feet irregularly, and said: "You don't need to practice your previous kung fu. Although the hidden weapon is very practical, it is not very good for the body if the sword goes sideways. "

Hidden weapons hurt people, only some people who have not practiced kung fu well, such as Qin Feng or Lu Fenglei, have already trained their six senses to be extremely sensitive, and their movements and reactions are even faster than hidden weapons. And even faster.

For Zhang Hu, Qin Feng really didn't hide anything. After correcting Zhang Hu's stance, he taught Zhang Hu to recite his qi training formula that was not passed on to the outside world.

Living in this space, Zhang Hu was basically exposed to ancient texts, and he was not at all against those Taoist qi training formulas. After an afternoon of hard work, he firmly memorized the 3000-word exercises in his heart.

However, Zhang Hu, who has always practiced hand kung fu, is not used to stances. He gritted his teeth and stood there all afternoon, only to feel pain in his waist and legs. It took an hour to ease up.

"Huzi, do you really want to worship me as a teacher?"

Seeing Zhang Hu who hadn't complained all afternoon, Qin Feng really wanted to recruit disciples. You know, in today's world of advanced technology and weapons, there are very few people who can endure such hardship in kung fu.

"Brother, are you willing to accept me as an apprentice?"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Zhang Hu's eyes shone with excitement. Just standing on the pile for a few hours, he felt that the strength in his body had increased a lot, and he was even more convinced of Qin Feng in his heart.

"Is it still called Big Brother?"

A smile appeared on Qin Feng's face. The old school recruited disciples, looking at their temperament and qualifications. Zhang Hu is a simple person, and he will never do things like deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

"Master, I am honored three times by my disciples!"

Zhang Hu knelt down in front of Qin Feng with a "plop", and kowtowed three times with "bang bang bang". When he raised his head, his forehead was already red and swollen.

"You are honest, Huzi, let me tell you the rules of the teacher..."

Qin Feng helped Zhang Hu up with a smile, and said: "Our division was founded in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty. Don't rush to ask. I will tell you about historical questions later..."

Waving his hand to stop Zhang Hu from opening his mouth, Qin Feng told Zhang Hu the history of the hundreds of years of foreign eight sects created by Sanfeng Zhenren, and even the modern history of China. A general education was given.

If it was in the world where Qin Feng lived, if he told people about Zhang Hu's age about these things, he would definitely be laughed at and not believe it.

But living in this space where rivers and lakes have always existed, Zhang Hu listened with gusto, and his expression kept changing with Qin Feng's words.

When Qin Feng talked about the Eight Years of War of Resistance, Zhang Hu clenched his hands into fists, but when he heard about cars and airplanes, Zhang Hu showed a curious look.

"Huzi, to be a human being, one must be happy with kindness and hatred, but remember one thing, you must not be blinded by hatred and blind your heart..."

Qin Feng looked into Zhang Hu's eyes and said, "If you can't do this and keep your hatred in your heart all day long, then your achievements will be limited..."

Qin Feng found that Zhang Hu was good at everything, but he had a deep obsession with the Qian family in his heart, so he couldn't help using a bit of true energy in his words, and passed it into Zhang Hu's ears.

For his own disciples, Qin Feng will not use hypnotism. The intervention of external factors will affect Zhang Hu's mind. He uses a technique similar to the Buddhist lion's roar to fundamentally solve Zhang Hu's problem .

"Don't be blinded by hatred..."

Qin Feng's words seemed to have magical powers, making Zhang Hu repeat repeatedly, his eyes gradually became firm from confusion, and finally nodded heavily, and said: "Master, I understand!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hu's face suddenly showed a gleam of joy. After figuring out the problems that had plagued him since he was sensible, Zhang Hu only felt that his heart was bright.

The meridians in the body suddenly became unobstructed, like silkworms breaking out of cocoons from chrysalis, and the faint breath that used to wander in the meridians suddenly became stronger, and Zhang Hu actually entered the state of bright energy at this moment.
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