Chapter 020 Recognition

During the fight, the two exceptionally slender fingers of Zhang Moyu's right hand moved inconspicuously between Zhang Qiling's arms and across his spine, giving him a rough idea of ​​his physical condition.

The deficiency of Qi and blood is secondary. This child has practiced the art of bone shrinkage, but has not used the corresponding medicinal bath and ointment for conditioning, so his bones are severely worn out.

The most troublesome thing is that there are still some toxins in the body that cannot be metabolized by Qilin blood. He has never seen these poisons before. They are probably blended in later generations and are much more difficult to deal with than ordinary toxins.

When Zhang Qiling's moves began to repeat, Zhang Moyu's hands suddenly accelerated and pressed Zhang Qiling to the ground.

Because he was worried that using too much force would hurt someone, Zhang Moyu deliberately used more skillful force.

Zhang Qiling faced the ground with his hands pressed behind his back. Seeing that he had no hostility, he just waited quietly without struggling too much. He just turned his head slightly and observed Zhang Moyu with his peripheral vision.

Zhang Moyu now only wanted to confirm his identity. He leaned over, his nose close to Zhang Qiling's neck, carefully distinguishing the scent of Qilin blood on him. It was like a mother cat who hadn't seen her cubs in a long time. When she found her cubs, she would pick them up, pat them all over, and smell them to see if they were her own.

Years of experience raising children had made him familiar with the scent of every Qilin. Judging from the concentration, the child's bloodline was around 60%, likely indicating Golden Qilin bloodline.

Compared to the Black Qilin like him who is mainly responsible for suppressing evil, the Golden Qilin lineage is more inclined to attack and dominate. In addition, there is the Jade Qilin who is mainly responsible for medical treatment and witchcraft. The three branches together constitute the Qilin Zhang family.

Startled by the hot breath behind his neck, Zhang Qiling's face changed slightly, and he turned away and moved away from him.

Suddenly I remembered what Hei Xiazi had once used to mock him...

Dumb, you better wear your hat and don't show your face. Some perverts like fair skin like you.

The more he thought about it, the worse it felt. Zhang Qiling's hair stood on end and he suddenly resisted, trying to use the bone-shrinking technique to escape.

But Zhang Moyu had already anticipated his actions. Every time he shrank a little, Zhang Moyu would press down a little, not giving him the chance to attack further.

This brat was obviously still hostile to him, but he knew that children in his family were the most noisy between the ages of fifty and a hundred.

Judging from the child's bone age, he is just over 100 years old and is still very lively. If we don't explain clearly before we let him go, who knows what he will do.

Zhang Moyu released the pressure of the Qilin bloodline, awakening the bloodline that was still dormant in Zhang Qiling's body.

Zhang Qiling, who was struggling, suddenly felt the blood flow in his body speed up, a warmth suddenly appeared in his body, and the Qilin tattoo on his body appeared automatically.

"Are you really a member of the Zhang family?"

There was a coldness and hesitation in Zhang Qiling's words.

His suspicion made Zhang Moyu's face darken instantly. After fighting for such a long time, you still haven't figured out my moves?

This generation of kids has poor eyesight...

In fact, Zhang Qiling was not unaware of his kung fu style, he just simply doubted this person.

"Don't be afraid, kid. Relax."

Zhang Moyu stood up, touched his head with his free hand, and spoke comfortingly.

"My name is Zhang Moyu, and I was once the head of the Qilin Zhang family. According to seniority, I should be your ancestor.

However, I left the clan due to an accident two thousand years ago during my term of office. So much time has passed, and I don’t know how many clan leaders have been replaced.

Although I don't know who the current clan leader is, I'm sure I've resigned long ago. Now you can just call me clan elder."

After saying that, Zhang Moyu felt Zhang Qiling's muscles relax, so he slowly relaxed his strength and finally let him go.

The two men got up from the ground. Zhang Qiling patted the dirt off his body. Although he believed Zhang Moyu's words about 50% to 60%, there was still some wariness in his eyes when he looked at him.

"My previous situation was a bit special. You are the first tribesman I found after returning. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me now. We just need to get along for a while. I will never harm you."

Zhang Qiling didn't say whether he believed it or not, but just looked at him silently. Then he went to pick up the black gold ancient knife, sat under a tree with sparse leaves, and wiped the blade in the moonlight.

Zhang Moyu didn't expect him to be so dull. He sat down next to him and took out a full thermos cup from the space in the Qilin bracelet.

The sudden appearance of the thermos immediately attracted Zhang Qiling's attention.

Mustard seed space? The secret world in the sleeve?

Zhang Qiling kept looking at the hand where Zhang Moyu was wearing the Qilin bracelet, but he didn't ask casually.

After all, this kind of thing is obviously secretive. Zhang Moyu showing this ability in front of him is already a kind of trust. There is no need to ask too much, so as not to ruin the already unstable friendship between the two.

Zhang Moyu unscrewed the thermos cup, and a fresh and pleasant aroma of traditional Chinese medicine drifted into the air. Zhang Moyu took a sip himself first, then handed the thermos cup to Zhang Qiling.

"This is the herbal medicine I prepared earlier. It's a recipe for nourishing the spirit and qi. Drinking more will be good for your current health. You have a lot of minor ailments, so next time I'll prepare a few special medicines for you."

Zhang Qiling was a little uncomfortable with his enthusiastic concern.

He took the thermos cup and first put it to his nose and sniffed it. He didn't smell anything strange inside. In addition, Zhang Moyu had tasted it before, so there was probably no problem, so he took a sip.

The medicinal aroma is light and the taste is sweet, a typical Zhang family flavor.

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes. Although he didn't know how effective this medicine would be, he thought it tasted quite good. At least it was much better than the Chinese medicine prescriptions that Hei Xia Zi had made for him before.

While Zhang Qiling was holding the thermos and taking sips, Zhang Moyu took out a pack of pancakes wrapped in oil paper, opened it and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

There are only five cakes in a pack, and each cake is about the size of a palm. These are the food he made himself and brought with him as dry food.

This is made using the Zhang family's unique manufacturing method. It contains meat that has undergone multiple processing steps and some special herbs, mixed with ground grains to form a thick pancake.

This method not only provides the nutrients needed by the body, but also has a shelf life of up to one month. Moreover, two or three pancakes can provide them with a day's needs. It was once one of the hundreds of essential skills of the Zhang family.

The two fought for such a long time that Zhang Moyu wanted to take care of Zhang Qiling. Worried that he would be hungry at night, he took out some bread.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing, but his hand silently reached out for the pancake.

As I took a bite, along with the familiar taste, a series of scattered, inverted and unconnected memory fragments suddenly flashed through my mind.

There were memories of training at the Zhang family, memories of the Zhang family disbanding, and memories of several elders secretly giving him candied fruit during his intensive training...

Zhang Qiling's hand paused, his eyes showing sadness and dejection, and he kept stuffing the cake into his mouth.