Chapter 114: Learn tomb robbing from me?

Murong Di is different from ordinary princes.

Like other princes, he could not only read, compose poetry and analyze state affairs, but he could also burn charcoal, sweep the floor and dig pits.

There are not enough staff in Minghui Palace, so he and his mother have to do many things themselves over the years.

He is much more down-to-earth than the noble He Yanqing.

But in Murong Di's twelve years of life, he had never taken care of his younger brothers and sisters.

The brothers and sisters in the palace were either unfamiliar with him or only laughed at and ridiculed him.

Faced with two younger brothers and sisters who were four years younger than him, Murong Di really didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Cousin, we have to go practice first."

Su Zhizhi was the most enthusiastic in practicing martial arts, and she took the initiative to take Murong Di to the place where she practiced martial arts.

On the way to practice, Su Zhizhi picked small berries and asked Murong Di if he wanted to eat them. Xue Che told Murong Di about the customs and culture of Baiyun County.

Murong Di was sandwiched between the two children and felt like he was the one being looked after.

"Zhizhi, Ache, are you here for practice?"

Old Man Qin came over leisurely, carrying two unfinished bamboo baskets. "My little brother is here too."

Su Zhizhi and Xue Che greeted Old Man Qin and turned to introduce Murong Di:

"This is Grandpa Qin, the teacher in our village. Grandpa Qin is very capable. He can throw darts and dig things."

Murong Di then called out, "Grandpa Qin."

Then, Xue Chemo practiced the Heart Technique, raised the peach wood sword, and began to practice the moves he had recently learned.

Su Zhizhi took out the secret book and imitated the little man drawn on it, repeating the action of waving a whip.

Murong Di never learned kung fu seriously.

During martial arts classes in the palace, he always pretended to be clumsy and couldn't do the moves properly, so the master who taught him would not pay attention to him.

Murong Di had witnessed many intrigues while in the palace and knew the importance of strategy and cunning.

But now, looking at Xue Che and Su Zhizhi brandishing swords and whips in the sunlight, he suddenly felt a little regretful that he had not learned martial arts well.

Old man Qin was weaving bamboo strips in his hands, and from time to time he kept an eye on Zhizhi and Ache to prevent the children from getting hurt while practicing.

He saw Murong Di standing not far away, as if he was thinking about something, silent and serious, not like a child at all.

However, children from poor families have to grow up early. He heard that the child had a hard life at home before, so it was no wonder that he lacked the mentality of a child.

"Hey, little brother, come over here and help grandpa weave bamboo strips, okay?" Old man Qin called Murong Di over.

"good."

Murong Di walked over and sat next to Old Man Qin. He picked up the scattered bamboo strips nearby and imitated Old Man Qin's technique.

He learned quickly. After watching Old Man Qin demonstrate it once, he understood the key points. His fingers nimbly weaved the bamboo strips together.

When Old Man Qin saw Murong Di's nimble fingers flying, admiration appeared in his eyes.

"Little brother, is this the first time you see me today?"

Murong Di turned to look at Old Man Qin, his fingertips weaving without stopping:

"I just met you today."

Old Man Qin: "Then why didn't you react strangely when you saw me? And why did you obey the orders of an old man without ears?"

When many people first met Old Man Qin, they would show sympathy, surprise or disdain, thinking that he was just a pitiful and useless old man.

Even if he told others about his abilities, they might not believe him.

Last year, when the refugees went up the mountain to learn calligraphy, they saw him as the teacher. At first they didn't believe that he could write.

But when the twelve-year-old boy saw Old Man Qin, there was no disrespect or surprise in his eyes, and his tone and attitude when greeting him showed respect for an old man.

Murong Di continued to weave bamboo strips and replied calmly:

"Zhizhi said that you are very powerful, Grandpa, and I believe her. I don't know much about the village, but I know that in this world, it is difficult for people with healthy hands and feet to survive, and it is not easy for the weak to live long.

You are old and have lost an ear, but you are able to support yourself in the mountains and teach in the village school. You must be a capable person."

Murong Di came out of the palace where people were eaten without leaving any bones. He knew that temporary glory and splendor meant nothing, and that only those who could live long had real ability.

Some eunuchs and palace maids looked lame and mute, but they must have their own ways to survive.

The wrinkles on Old Man Qin's face were stacked like layers of petals:

"Good, good, you are a thoughtful young man. My dear brother, Grandpa heard that your family is in a difficult financial situation. Do you have any plans to make a living in the future?"

Murong Di: "I left home this time to find a way out. As for the future, I am still discussing it with my uncle."

Old Man Qin smiled even brighter:

"Ahem, little brother, grandpa is saying that you can learn some unique skills and practice some kung fu. If you have a skill, you will not be stuck wherever you go in the future."

Murong Di glanced at Su Zhizhi and Xue Che and smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to use swords, guns, sticks or clubs. I have never practiced."

Old Man Qin slapped his thigh:

"Who says martial arts training requires swords, guns, sticks, and clubs? Little brother, Grandpa sees that your fingers and wrists are flexible and strong, and your brain is also bright. Why don't you become my disciple? Grandpa will teach you all the martial arts and ancestral techniques, okay?"

Old Man Qin has two most powerful skills in his life.

One is plum blossom dart, and the other is tomb robbing.

After he went up the mountain, he always wanted to find a kung fu successor.

It is best to learn these two skills from elementary school.

Su Zhizhi and Xue Che were not interested in darts and tomb robbing; as for Kong Wu, who had been with him since childhood, he was too big and strong to learn these skills.

Later, the villagers in the mountains all learned kung fu together. Many of them were interested in Old Man Qin's plum blossom dart kung fu and wanted to learn this move from him.

But Old Man Qin said that if you want to learn the plum blossom dart and tomb robbing skills, you have to learn them together and cannot teach them separately.

As soon as people heard about the fighting, none of them wanted to learn it.

Therefore, when Elder Zixuan saved Xue Che, the only new disciple, Old Man Qin did not take any of them.

Elder Zixuan took this opportunity to mock Old Man Qin for three days.

Old Man Qin was not the kind of person who was arrogant, so he took the initiative to find an apprentice.

He saw that Lu Chunniang's hands were dexterous and powerful. Although she was not young, he could teach her well if he took her as his apprentice.

But Lu Chunniang decisively refused, saying that her ambition was only to make clothes.

Old man Qin had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Old Man Qin looked at this handsome young man and felt satisfied no matter how he looked at him.

The age, body and mind are all suitable!

There was some doubt in Murong Di's eyes.

Old man Qin decided to show off his skills. He stood up, took out a shiny plum blossom dart from his arms, held it between his fingertips, and threw it out with a flip of his hand.

call out-!

The plum blossom dart flew into the shade of a tree above his head, so fast that Murong Di could only see a silver shadow.

Murong Di looked up and saw that the dart was deeply embedded in the tree trunk.

Between the dart and the tree trunk, there was a green insect stuck.

Murong Di swallowed his throat:

"Grandpa Qin, I'll learn."

Old Man Qin: "If you want to learn, you have to learn two kinds of martial arts. You have to learn plum blossom darts and tomb robbing."

Murong Di: "What is tomb robbing?"

Sunlight streamed through the branches like an endless stream of water. Old Qin put his hands behind his back, and his whole body was coated with a layer of floating light like broken gold.

"Listen carefully. My Qin family's unique skills are the art of finding dragons and locating acupoints, identifying sand and recognizing water, and penetrating three feet into the ground to identify traps and break mechanisms.

Let the lost treasures and buried secrets reappear in the world!"