The Record of Swordsmen in the Late Sui and Early Tang Dynasties

Chapter 2 Erwuji is destined to practice martial arts

The next morning, after the whole family had breakfast with the smart master, Duan Yanqing said to Liucaihua: "Damn it, it rained heavily yesterday, and today I just planted the seeds in the ground. Why is there a bad harvest? It's better than barren land anyway.

I think let's go farming today and let Changsheng follow suit.

Let Wuji stay at home and take care of Smart Master. "

Liu Caihua smiled and said: "Okay, the head of the house, it's all up to you. Well, let's pack up the farm tools and leave right away. It's easy to do it while the tide is blowing.

Longevity, you carry the seeds on your back.This kind of land, it would be even better if it rains a little more. Look, isn’t the sky still cloudy? "

The family moved as soon as they said it, and immediately packed up the farm tools and seeds and went straight to their farmland.

Before leaving, Liu Caihua said to Duan Wuji: "Damn, play well with Master Zhizhi at home, and bake buns for you when mother comes back.

Smart master, help me take care of this kid, this kid is very naughty, he is a worry-free product. "

Smart master listened and nodded. "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I will take care of this child, and there will be no mistakes. You can go at ease."

Willow cauliflower nodded. "Master Zhizhi, there is steamed bun in the pot. If you are hungry, you can take it out of the pot yourself. We went to the fields, and I am afraid it will be dark when we come back."

"Sister-in-law, little monk knows, you can rest assured. I will take care of everything at home, and nothing will happen."

With the departure of the family of three, there are only Master Smart and Duan Wuji left in the family.

Master Zhizhi said to Duan Wuji: "Hey, little guy, come here. What's your name?"

Duan Wuji wiped the snot from his face with his sleeve and said: "My name is Duan Wuji, my mother and my brother both call me Erdan, only my father calls me Duan Wuji."

The intelligent master listened with a smile. "Wuji, how old is today?"

"I am nine years old."

"Then do you know how to read?"

"Look at what you said? I have been able to read and write with my father for almost three years, how can I not know how to read? Even though I am young, I know a lot."

The old and the young started chatting about nothing.

Master Zhizhi patted Duan Wuji's head and said, "Boy, you're not young. What will you do when you grow up?"

Duan Wuji shook his head. "Then how do I know? Do what you can do! Sigh. Master Zhizhi, what do you all learn in Shaolin Temple? Can you tell me?"

Master Zhizhi smiled slightly.

"Our monks in Shaolin Temple are divided into civil monks and martial monks. The civil monks recite scriptures and participate in meditation every day, and learn some Buddhist rituals. The martial monks practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies and protect the temple. Hey, boy, what are you asking?"

"What are you not doing? Just curious. Hey, Master Zhizhi, do you know how to practice martial arts?"

The wise monk shook his head with a smile. "The poor monk is just a knowledgeable monk. Although he has also practiced martial arts, his martial arts are only mediocre. He can only be regarded as half a bottle of jealousy. He is not a real monk. A real monk is invulnerable to swords and guns, and even a hundred people cannot get close to him. "

"Ah, so powerful? Master Zhizhi, why don't you teach me your martial arts as well."

"You are so small, why do you learn that? It's not suitable for eating or drinking?"

"Hey, isn't my mother always saying that I'm useless? Once I learn martial arts, my mother will be relieved when I have something to do. Besides, when I grow up, I can help my father farm the land. Yes. Master Zhizhi, am I right?"

The wise monk laughed when he heard this. "Good boy, promising. Well then! The poor monk will make a good relationship for you today.

Alas, what kind of good disciples can I teach a half-hearted master?However, my theoretical knowledge is still there, but the actual martial arts is mediocre, but it is still possible to teach you a little kid.

It's just that I haven't recovered my body today, so it's a bit inconvenient to move, why don't I teach you some knowledge of ethics and ethics first. "

Duan Wuji listened and nodded. "Well, okay, then you talk, I'm listening."

The wise monk first talked about the principles of Zen, and then talked about the theories of Yi Jin Jing of the ancestor Bodhidharma, and then talked about the meridians of the human body, and the running lines of the two meridians of the human body.

Finally, I talked about the Eighteen Arhats' stick method and the 72-way magic wand method in Shaolin Temple. "

When it was getting late, the wise monk hadn't finished speaking.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing and Liu Caihua led Duan Changsheng back from the field carrying farm tools.

Willow cauliflower grinningly touched her son's head. "Damn, is the steamed bun my mother left for you delicious?"

Duan Wuji was taken aback when he heard that, "What bun?"

Duan Wuji quickly stood up, only to realize that he was already hungry.

Duan Wuji quickly ran to the side of the pot, took out two buns from the pot, and handed one to Chih-chi while running.

At this time, the smart monk also found that he was hungry, so he took the steamed bun that Duan Wuji handed over and ate it in big mouthfuls.

The time was not long, and the two wolfed down the buns.Master Zhizhi smiled awkwardly at Duan Wuji: "Little guy, do you still have buns? If you have some, get me another one. It doesn't matter if you don't eat it. You will feel even more hungry after eating one."

When Liucaihua saw it, she hurriedly said to Duan Wuji: "Damn, why don't you hurry up and take it to Master Zhizhi?"

After listening to his mother's instructions, Duan Wuji immediately ran to the pot and took two more buns, handed one to Chih-chih, and ate one by himself.

Liu Caihua looked at the two of them crazily gnawing buns and asked, "Master Zhizhi, did you guys have lunch?"

The wise monk shook his head with a smile. "Amitabha, the poor monk patronized and talked with the little benefactor, and forgot about the meal, what a sin."

Willow cauliflower shines on the back of his son's head. "You silly boy, you even forgot to eat? Alas, how can your mother tell you how good you are.

Well, you can play here, mother is going to cook for you. "

Speaking of Liu Caihua, she walked out, and within a short time, cooking smoke rose from the Duan family's house.

Not long enough, I heard Liu Caihua shouting at the top of her voice: "The head of the house, Changsheng, let's serve dinner. Oh, bastard, why don't you hurry up and ask Master Zhizhi to have dinner with you!"

Duan Wuji agreed, and immediately ran into the room.Stretching out Zhizhi's hand, he said: "Master Zhizhi, let's go and have dinner with me. My mother asked me to call you."

As he said that, Duan Wuji dragged Smart Master and walked to the dining table.

The dining table was a low, small square table, and five people sat on Xiao Chengzi and began to eat.

During the meal, Duan Yanqing handed Zhi Zhi a big steamed bun, and asked with a smile: "Has Master Zhi Zhi's body recovered?"

The intelligent monk listened and nodded. "Amitabha, the poor monk has almost recovered. It will take another day or two to recover."

Duan Yanqing nodded after listening.

Liu Caihua glanced at her husband and said: "Master Zhizhi, I am a quick-talking person, so don't be picky, the master lives in my house because of illness, so it is also a predestined relationship with my family.

This year's rain is relatively abundant, so I plan to open up some wasteland on the hillside and plant more than a dozen catties of soybeans and black beans, so that there will be a good harvest after autumn.

It’s just that there is no one to take care of my bastard at home. This kid is mischievous by nature, but it’s exhausting. Master Zhizhi, we plan to let you stay at home and help us take care of the child for a few days. What do you think? "

The intelligent monk listened and smiled and said: "The poor monk is a man of idle clouds and wild cranes. If he can do this small favor for the benefactor's family, the poor monk is still willing to do it.

In addition, your little benefactor is planning to learn a few martial arts moves from the poor monk, please use these few days to teach him.Hey, benefactor, how long will it take you to open up wasteland? "

Liucaihua smiled. "It won't last long, let's just open it for half a month and 20 days. Master Zhigong, you don't have to worry too much. Erdan is willing to learn martial arts from you, so you can teach him. It's okay, so you just fool around He plays.

You bastard, from tomorrow onwards, you will play with Master Zhizhi. If you are mischievous, I will not spare you when you come back. Do you understand? "

Duan Wuji glanced at his mother. "Mother, I understand. Starting tomorrow, I will start learning martial arts from Master Zhizhi."

Duan Wuji took a big bowl and placed it in front of Master Zhizhi.

"Master, you can drink soup, this soup is delicious."

Smart monk took the bowl and smiled at Duan Wuji.Then thank you little benefactor. "

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(End of this chapter)