C9 Halberd City Learnt the Qi Family Spear

The grasslanders pay tribute to the Great Zhou every year, and there was not enough food for winter after the annual tribute went south, so they had deep-rooted hatred for the southerners.

Ji Cheng's mother, the blood origin gene in the half of the southerners' body was especially obvious, so she was born shorter than all her brothers. Also, because the tribe did not like the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although they were also Ji Jiang's sons, Ji Cheng did not have a good life.

He was often bullied, so Ji Cheng endured it. He only hoped that he would grow taller and better and learn martial arts from his horsemanship master. However, his master, who taught archery and horse, was a rough person. He did not know how to teach his disciples. Ji Cheng's arm strength was not as strong as his brothers'. If he did not shoot well, he would receive more punishment than all his brothers.

After waiting for so long and waiting for so long, his master finally started to teach him martial arts. Ji Cheng dared to neglect it and hurriedly looked over to learn it.

Qii Liufeng was dancing with the complete Qi Family spear. He did not hide anything. He used all five of his ultimate techniques at the same time. The first 36 paths were drawn with illustrations so that Ji Cheng could learn them when he was alone. However, the last five paths were only performed once. "Ji Cheng, these five spear techniques were originally a secret technique that the Qi Family did not pass down. If you want me to teach you everything, you need to promise me two things. "

"Please tell me, Master. Ji Cheng will do his best." Ji Cheng understood that the most important parts of this spear art were the few parts of his master's last dance. If he only learned half of it, it would be better not to learn it.

"My daughter cannot marry in the future. She can only wait for a good person to marry into her family. If she has a son, then teach her this spear art." The Qi Family's spear art did not pass down its son to the daughter. It could not be broken by oneself. "Secondly, you can consider teaching your children the first 36 paths of this spear art. But the last five paths... " Qii Liufeng had once married in the grasslands and had given birth to a daughter. He was younger than Ji Cheng by two years. Since he had no future, he could only think of a way to marry into the family.

"Save it, Ji Cheng." Ji Cheng knew what his master meant. He bent his legs and knelt down in front of the Great Luo Palace. "God of Snow Mountain!" After bowing, he stood up. "Today, Ji Cheng solemnly vowed. His master, Qii Liufeng, entrusted the marriage to his junior sister. In the future, he would make proper arrangements. He will definitely not let junior sister suffer." There were many good men in the grassland. He would definitely choose a good one for his daughter.

Ji Cheng did not get along with his own brother, and after that, he became closer to his junior sister. He did not mention this for the time being.

The Great Luo Palace was the temple that Qii Liufeng had donated all his belongings to. It was also the only holy temple in the entire grassland. It was dedicated to the God of Snow Mountain. The God of Snow Mountain was the holy light in the hearts of the children and children of the grassland. They could not make an oath easily.

Since he had promised the God of Snow Mountain, Ji Cheng naturally did not dare to speak carelessly. He thought for a moment before saying, "In addition, I will definitely pass the Qi Family's spear to the Qi Family's descendants. This is one of the reasons. I won't pass down the Qi Family's five ultimate spear arts to my clansmen after I learn them. This was the second reason. Ji Cheng will keep his promise while he is still alive. If he breaks his promise... " He made a serious promise like this.

Qii Liufeng had lived in the grassland for many years, and he knew Zhou Yi's skills. Seeing that although Ji Cheng was young, he made a serious promise, he was quite satisfied with this promise. After teaching him personally for the entire night, he agreed to meet next month. Only then did the master and disciple split up and return to their respective tents. From then on, they would set up military formations and teach them military strategies and strategies one by one. Without saying anything else.

However, Qii Liufeng was worried. Although he knew military strategy, he was not good at political strategies. He should find a good teacher for Ji Cheng in the future.

Another three years passed. It was 12 years ago in Emperor Wen's residence. Fu Si of Jing'an Prefecture was 7 years old, and his father taught him how to play chess. Ji Cheng of the grassland was eleven years old. He had some success in the art of spear and war.

In this peaceful world, Fu Shen's yamen was sparsely occupied, and when he had nothing to do, he would look for people to play chess with. Fu Shen's style of chess was quite upright, and he only cared about winning and losing, not friendship. He often killed his opponents until they threw away their helmets and armor, crying and screaming.

As time passed, his friends joked, "I am willing to pay a year of wine to the Talisman Lord, and not a game of chess with the top scorer." Therefore, it was difficult to find an opponent in Jing'an Prefecture. Helpless, he thought of the fact that there was still an intelligent child at home. Thus, he no longer went out to look for chess friends. He only focused on nurturing Fu Si into a chess friend.

Coincidentally, Fu Tine's father was also a chess fan in her previous life, and she also knew how to play chess. It was just that there were always two things that did not work out between the seven apertures. Now that she was in this life, her body was weak and young, so there was no entertainment. He took this opportunity to seriously pick up his chess skills again. Fu Shen was a good teacher again. He taught with all his might for half a year. The few apertures that the little fellow had yet to open in Fu Huaishan's hands had finally been integrated and linked together.

It was a pity that Fu Tine was young and weak. She probably could not accompany two plates and had to rest. When they were in good spirits, the father and daughter were very happy.

It was a pity that Fu Shen found his opponent with great difficulty and could not bear it. However, he had to worry about his daughter's health. Every time he had an addiction to chess, he would order someone to wait outside his daughter's courtyard. When he woke up, he would come to play chess.

After a few rounds, although Fu Tine was not yet eight years old, her chess skills were not something ordinary people could compare with.

Furthermore, the weather was clear and cool in the autumn. Fu Tine packed up and brought Fu Jiang and the servants to visit the Glass Factory. A group of people came out of the mansion and rode horses and carriages. They protected the young masters who had expensive bodies and went out to play.

Fu Tine already had a familiar store in the Glazed Tile Factory. The carriage drove straight to the front door. The boss had reported from afar that he had personally come with a stool. "The young master is here..." The door opened and Yanzhi and the two maidservants got out of the carriage. Each of them wore a pink and tender autumn shirt, which was even more beautiful than the young lady's.

Originally, Fu Jiang was his own servant girl, but the son of a concubine did not dare to compare himself with the son of the first wife. Every time he went out, he would keep a low profile and use his good name to address himself as' know how to respect others'. '

The real reason was that Fu Si put on a grand show. The people who served by his side were the most appropriate in the residence. It was far more comfortable than Fu Jiang's own servant. Another reason was that Fu Si treated this brother very well. Over time, Fu Jiang simply threw all his servants into the mansion. He waved his hands to make himself comfortable.

In any case, the identity of the old master's son was there, and the eldest son's sharp brother was there. Who would dare to look down on him, and who would dare to be even half a step slower?