Qingzhou, thousands of miles away.
Wei Qing had just finished a training session, and was sweating profusely, looking like he had just been pulled out of the water.
Wei Qing came out of the training room and wiped the sweat off his face. His handsome face was now bruised and swollen.
After a while, another person came out, it was Hei Bo.
Hei Bo's face was also bruised and swollen, but he was smiling.
"Young master, you are this!" Hei Bo gave a thumbs up.
A smile also appeared on Wei Qing's face.
For any male, having his strength recognized is certainly something to be proud of.
"Uncle Hei, today is the fifteenth?" Wei Qing suddenly asked.
"Yes, fifteen."
"Fifteen..." A hint of tenderness appeared on Wei Qing's face.
The fifteenth day of the lunar month is a day for family reunions, but he can't see his wife and children, and he doesn't know how his wife is doing. Is she eating well, is she tiring herself, has she grown up...
When he thought of his wife, his heart was filled with joy. He often wondered why he couldn't teleport like in some fairy tales? That way, he could appear in front of his wife in an instant.
"Let's go, let's go see the master." Hei Bo's words interrupted Wei Qing's thoughts.
The two returned to the main courtyard together and met Xiao Sanlang.
Xiao Sanlang was sitting in a wheelchair, coughing violently, and his figure was particularly thin.
Wei Qing walked over quickly. He glanced at the servant next to him, and the servant felt a chill all over his body.
He had been serving in this courtyard the entire time. Speaking of which, he had clearly sensed a change in his master's temperament during this period. He was fierce at first, but later became more reserved, though his eyes had become even more terrifying.
Glancing at him coldly, he subconsciously wanted to kneel down.
"Take the cloak."
The servant quickly turned around to get his cloak.
Wei Qing took the cloak and put it on Xiao Sanlang's back.
After Xiao Sanlang coughed, an abnormal red appeared on his pale face and he looked at Wei Qing.
"How's the training going?" Xiao Sanlang asked.
"Young master defeated me!" Hei Bo said with a somewhat excited tone.
The young master had a good physique, but was all brute force, no skill. At first, the young master could only withstand two of his moves. He hadn't expected the young master's comprehension to be so high, to be able to defeat him in just six months!
I can only say that they are worthy of being members of the Xiao family. The blood of the Xiao family flows in their veins! Every member of the Xiao family is a hero!
Xiao Sanlang's face also showed some joy.
"Very good! Ah Qing, go to sleep and come find me tomorrow morning."
Wei Qing nodded and turned back to his residence.
Wei Qing returned to the yard. Although he was very tired, he did not go to sleep. He took out paper and pen to write a letter.
His uncle promised him that he would be allowed to write a letter as long as he could defeat Hei Bo.
This is also the reason why Wei Qing has been training so hard recently!
Wei Qing wrote very seriously, but no matter how he wrote, he could not express his longing for his wife.
A letter was written back and forth dozens of times, and papers were thrown all over the floor.
Finally finished, he lay down in bed. After six months, he still hadn't gotten used to the empty space in his arms.
For the past six months, he could only see his wife's face in his dreams. Sometimes, he was so tired that his wife would not even appear in his dreams.
Wei Qing held the jade pendant against his heart, hoping that his young wife would come to see him tonight, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Fortunately, that night, his wife really ran into his dream.
He grabbed his young wife and kissed and pinched her, wishing he could rub her into his own bones and blood.
The next day, Wei Qing woke up, opened his eyes, looked at the empty room beside him, and felt indescribable disappointment in his heart.
He misses his wife so much...
Suddenly, the bell outside rang.
Wei Qing quickly turned over and put on his clothes.
Wei Qing went out and went to Xiao Sanlang's yard.
At the gate of the yard, Xiao Sanlang was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting at the door.
"Uncle." Wei Qing called out.
Xiao Sanlang nodded.
"Aqing, go somewhere with your uncle."
Wei Qing pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the direction Xiao Sanlang pointed.
It was a long journey. He had been here for half a year and had no idea that this yard was so big.
After winding around for a long time, we came to a pond. There we saw a man sitting by the pond, fishing.
Xiao Sanlang said nothing and just sat there.
Wei Qing stood beside him.
The uncle and nephew waited silently.
This wait lasted the entire morning.
At noon, the man finally put away his fishing rod. Xiao Sanlang patted Wei Qing's hand, and Wei Qing pushed Xiao Sanlang forward.
"Master." Xiao Sanlang called out.
The man turned around and was a man with half-white hair, a strong and energetic figure, and a mustache. He was about forty-five years old.
He glanced at Xiao Sanlang and snorted softly, "No one comes to visit you for no reason. Have you finally remembered that you have a master?"
Xiao Sanlang was somewhat helpless: "Didn't you forbid me to come? You said I would disturb you fishing."
"Humph, if I don't allow you to come, then don't come. It seems that this is all you can do to me, your master."
Xiao Sanlang said, "I was planning to come here to grill fish for Master, but since Master doesn't welcome me, I'll leave." He looked at Wei Qing, "A Qing, push me away."
Grilled fish...
He was so greedy that his mouth was about to drool: "Stop, you little bastard!"
Half an hour later.
A fish grilling rack was set up by the river.
Wei Qing killed the fish, Xiao Sanlang skewered the fish, sprinkled spices on it, and grilled it.
During this process, Wei Qing also understood the identity of this old man. His surname was Zhan and he was known as Zhanzi.
Those who are honored as "Zi" are all people of high moral character and prestige, such as Confucius and Zhuangzi.
This fortune teller was a very powerful military strategist, and his uncle learned military tactics from him.
His uncle brought him here because he felt that he had learned enough martial arts and it was time for him to learn military tactics.
This was the first step. Wei Qing saw hope and wanted to learn everything quickly so that he could be strong enough to take his wife home, hold her in his arms every day, and live a life with her, their children, and a warm bed.
"Master, what do you think of my nephew?" Xiao Sanlang asked while roasting.
Zhan Zi glanced at Wei Qing, who couldn't help but sit up straight, hoping to get the old man's approval.
Zhan Zi said disdainfully: "Fool."
Wei Qing: “…”
Xiao Sanlang said nothing and continued to grill the fish.
Wei Qing suddenly smelled a fragrance and saw that his uncle had roasted the fish into a golden color!
It looks delicious and must taste great. Wei Qing had eaten his uncle's grilled fish when he was a child. It was so delicious. After so many years, his cooking skills must have improved!
Mr. Zhanzi was so greedy that he stared at the grilled fish and his mouth was watering.
Xiao Sanlang did not give him the grilled fish, but asked: "Master, what do you think of my nephew?"
Zhanzi glanced at Wei Qing with disgust, then looked at the grilled fish, and then looked at Wei Qing again.
"Extremely talented."
"Master, can you please teach him?" Xiao Sanlang asked.
"One grilled fish a day, for a month." Zhan Zi put forward the conditions.
Xiao Sanlang agreed readily: "Okay, it's a deal!"
Therefore, Wei Qing gained a master because of his uncle's grilled fish skills.
In the following days, Wei Qing studied military tactics with Mr. Zhan Zi.
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