Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 294 Mother! (1)
"Look, this time going down the mountain, should we find a time to do everything we need to do? You pick a time, I can do it anyway." The son's illness has been resolved, and a big boulder of Baochun has been removed from his heart. , Relieved, I remembered my previous thoughts.

The beauty was at a loss, her face was reddish, and she couldn't help saying defensively, "What should I do?"

"Apprentice ceremony!" Baochun took it for granted, "You said you wanted to be more formal, but later you had something to do, so you left first, and I even found a big one."

He was leaving, he was running away, okay, he smiled wryly, "The poor monk said at the time that he didn't accept it..."

"I don't care about those empty etiquettes, anyway, I respect you a long time ago in my heart." Baochun thought to himself, "If you also find it troublesome, you can save it, anyway, you have also drank the teacher's tea, like you Monk, I am not afraid of your repentance."

Why do you regret it? He never promised it at all. He wasted the snow water he had buried for three years. The snow water for three years was insisted on as apprentice tea. Whose girl should be locked up in the embroidery building and punished for copying female rings? .

Eight thousand eight hundred times!
"Master, don't worry, as long as I'm your apprentice, I won't let that glutton go out to cause harm to the world, and I won't violate the original intention of your ancestors of the Bai family."

When did he say that he was a descendant of the Bai family? No matter how good-tempered he was, she even threatened him even if his hands were itchy.

Baochun tossed one in the past, it's not to mention the look in his eyes, apprentice, I'm ice and snow smart.

Huizhen glared at her angrily, glancing at her again and again.

A beauty is a beauty, and everyone is so good-looking.

After a battle of wits and courage, in the end the thick-skinned Baochun prevailed and achieved what he wanted. Therefore, in this world, you are not afraid of not being able to think of it, but you are not thick-skinned enough.

The beauty master who drove the ducks to the shelves asked Baochun how she was practicing the Fengming Jue that Baochun left her last time after Yu died, "reach out and check it out for the teacher."

"Hey." Baochun obediently responded.

A white wrist appeared in front of Master Huizhen.

Master Huizhen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly turned his head away, looked away, sighed softly, pulled down the sleeves she had pushed up, and began to feel his pulse through his clothes.

Baochun was so embarrassed that he forgot the ancient technique of pulse diagnosis. It would be impossible for him to be himself, let alone the pulse diagnosis with silk thread.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of young prince Rong who had never looked away.

Especially when she saw the white and tender wrists, her complexion was ashen. This undisciplined woman couldn't look away when she saw a decent-looking man, and even showed her arms in public, thinking that her husband was dead. .

"How?" Baochun withdrew his arm and blinked.

The master didn't say anything, but took a sword from behind and handed it to her, "This is the Fengming sword, your skill can already use it."

Baochun took it with both hands, the sword was more than a foot long, the scabbard was engraved with a lifelike phoenix pattern, he stroked it with his hand, it was cold and heavy, and he slowly drew it out, the deep and deep sound of the sword overflowed slowly, the sun shone on the sword, the sharp The silver glow flickered and flowed, reflecting bursts of chill.

Although she doesn't understand swords, even when she first came to this era, she was afraid of such cold weapons, but she also knew that this was definitely not an ordinary sword.

Sharp, simple, and thick, when the sword is raised, the streamer flashes, as if she has been possessed by something, gunpowder smoke, killing, blood, corpses, rushing towards her face, not only is she not afraid, but she has an indescribable feeling. Excited, excited, vaguely feel that this should be hers, it is what she left behind, and she has been pursuing hard.

Before, it drank countless blood, experienced countless wars, and made great military exploits.

Now, it is eager to drink blood, eager to fight, and eager for someone to fight side by side with it and achieve brilliant results. Once this sword is released, who will fight for the front!

Baochun shook his head violently, pulled himself out of the absent-minded state, and stared blankly at his new master.

She didn't expect that her master, who was obsessed with her, would give herself such a big gift as soon as she made a move. She was terrified and flattered, "This, this is too expensive, the apprentice can't afford it."

Huizhen pushed it back to her, "It belongs to you. This is your mother's sword. She asked me to return it to you at the right time. Now that your Fengming Jue is about to reach the third level, it's about time."

"My mother?" Baochun opened his eyes wide, "Do you know my mother?"

Baochun was so excited that she couldn't breathe. No one mentioned her mother to her, even the general's father, and he rarely mentioned it. When talking about it, at most they said that she looked like her mother. Like myself, almost ignorant, "Then Feng Mingjue?"

"Fengming Jue is also temporarily placed here as a teacher by her." Huizhen said, "According to her entrustment, if you don't like to wield swords and guns, then forget it, and it's not bad to live an ordinary life, as a teacher I told you that you are destined to be mediocre in this life, last time I saw you, I seemed to be interested in martial arts, so I left Fengming Jue to you as my teacher."

Master Meiren once said that not everyone can practice Fengming Jue, one must pay attention to fate and qualifications. At that time, she was still complacent and felt that she was talented. Unexpectedly, the truth is like this.

"Who is my mother?" Bao Chun held the sword, "Could it be that she is also a member of the supernatural family? Why has no one ever told me, not even my general father."

"Your mother is not from the Great Rong Dynasty. She is a descendant of the Shen family in Northern Wu. Like the Shen family in the Great Rong Dynasty, the Shen family of the Northern Wu Kingdom is also a general. They have made many military achievements and have high prestige. They control most of the Northern Wu. Military power, your mother has outstanding aptitude and skill, and she has been familiar with the art of war since she was a child. In your mother's generation, there is only one younger brother, and the younger brother is young. In order to help your father, your mother disguised herself as a man and took the pseudonym Jun Yao, galloping on the battlefield. In Beiwu at that time, almost everyone knew the prestige of General Junyao, and your mother's demeanor back then was not inferior to any man."

Baochun could almost imagine her mother's demeanor back then, "Then why did she go to the Great Rong Dynasty and marry my father?" Could it be that she had a feeling of affection on the battlefield, so her mother disarmed and returned to the field, crossing the boundary between countries , Married to father?
"Beiwu's Shen family was destroyed, your mother escaped, and she probably got to know your father later."

"The Shen family is gone?" Baochun didn't expect the result to be like this, but it's not surprising when he thinks about it carefully. Since ancient times, the more majestic and prominent aristocratic family, the less many will end well.
Huizhen sighed lightly, with a heavy tone, "The high reputation of the Shen family has been feared by the emperor, and the Beiwu royal family has the ambition to dominate the world in all generations, but the Shen family's philosophy is not in line with the royal family. It must be divided, the current situation is balanced, we should not send troops abroad, and besides, the Shen family, who have fought all their lives, have seen too much loss of life caused by the war, and the people are destitute, so they really don't want to add more loss of life."

(End of this chapter)