Zhang Xutuo urged his war horse to head towards Qujiangchi in the southeast corner of Daxing City. At this time, Daxing City was not called Chang'an, but more called Xijing or Beijing. Today is the eighth day of the first lunar month. It is the cold and snowy weather, and inside and outside Daxing City is like a world of ice and snow.

Zhang Xutuo walked slowly on a horse, from beginning to end, without saying a word. Yuan Qing sat in front of him with great enthusiasm. He was very interested in riding a horse. He didn't know how to ride a horse in his previous life. He always dreamed that he could ride a war horse, holding a long halberd in his hand, shouting majestic, "Here you are a general name!" He could also be among the sixteen heroes at the end of the Sui Dynasty.

Today he rode on the Shenjun battle horse for the first time, and his life will begin a new chapter from now on. I wonder how Zhang Xutuo will build a foundation for him, take pills or teach him to meditate and practice qi? His heart is full of yearning.

The reason why Zhang Xutuo rode slowly on a horse was mainly to understand Yuan Qing's physical condition and to consider how to teach this son. Yuan Qing sat in front of him. He could feel Yuan Qing's muscles and bones. He felt that Yuan Qing's arms were very strong, and he seemed to have practiced martial arts.

"Who have you learned martial arts from?" Zhang Xutuo asked coldly.

"The disciples teach themselves. They start from the age of three and a half, and use their knives to chop trees every day, five hundred times a day."

"Who taught you the method?" Zhang Xutuo's face relaxed a little.

"The disciple was eavesdropping on what the martial artist in Yang's mansion said, and no one taught him."

Yuan Qing didn't tell the truth. He didn't want to tell Zhang Xutuo that he had learned Zhang's sword technique, but in fact he had not learned the foundation-building technique, which did not affect his future martial arts practice.

In fact, this is also what Zhang Xutuo is worried about. The first step to learning martial arts is extremely important. If Yuan Qing has been established by others, no matter how he teaches him in the future, Yuan Qing will no longer be able to practice his martial arts. This is like a piece of paper, and white paper can only be allowed to paint. If someone else graffiti first, then Yuan Qing's good seedling will be destroyed.

Zhang Xutuo was not worried that Yuan Qing would pay another visit to another master, but was worried that he could no longer build the foundation for Yuan Qing. He let go of his heart and stopped talking.

A quarter of an hour later, the Qujiang Pool where they came was covered with ice and snow, and the ice condensed like a mirror. Many tourists were skating on the lake. Zhang Xutuo came to a small river that was rarely visited and tied up the horses. He squatted in front of Yuan Qing, pressed his shoulder, stared at his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "I'll ask you again at the end, do you really regret learning from me?"

Yuan Qing also said very seriously: "I will never regret it!"

"Okay! Let's start from now on."

Zhang Xutuo pulled out his sword. This was his ancestral sword, called the Seven Star Cold Moon Sword, which was extremely sharp. He jumped gently and jumped to the ice surface of the river two meters away, exerting his strength on his arm. With a "crack!", the sword cut into a foot-thick ice layer, and then cut the ice crack open. He instantly cut off a circular ice cap with a diameter of one meter.

The ice cap weighed hundreds of kilograms. He had both arms strong and raised the ice cap high and threw it to the shore. An ice hole that was ten feet wide appeared on the river surface.

Yuan Qing was amazed at Zhang Xutuo's divine power, but also looked at the ice cave and felt angry. He understood Zhang Xutuo's meaning. Is this his foundation building?

Zhang Xutuo pointed to the ice hole with a knife and said coldly: "Jump down!"

Yuan Qing slowly walked to the river and stared at the white and scattered ice hole in a daze. He was only five years old, and this would cause death to him and would affect his development. It was said on TV that children should not swim in winter.

"Let me... take off my clothes first."

Before he could finish his words, his feet hung up in the air. Zhang Xutuo carried him in the air like a chicken, strode onto the ice surface, and threw him into the ice hole.

With a 'dong!', Yuan Qing fell into the ice river. He felt countless needles pricking him all over, and the cells in his body contracted suddenly. The cold that penetrated his bone marrow was so painful that he couldn't bear it. He screamed sharply.

He was desperate to climb ashore, but he was kicked by Zhang Xutuo halfway through. The cold in the water made his blood solidify. He felt that he was going to die. The fear of death made him unable to help begging Zhang Xutuo, "Please let me go ashore! I really can't stand it, please master..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xutuo slapped in the face. He shouted viciously: "Shut up!"

Yuan Qing was beaten to death, and he was extremely hated and cursed: "Zhang Zhei, one day I will chop your head... I won't let you go!"

Zhang Xutuo actually laughed, "Good cursing! Scream again, I will scold my ancestors together with the eighteen generations!"

"Zhang Thief, I fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

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Zhang Xutuo sat under a tree, pulled a dead grass and chewed it in his mouth, glanced at Yuan Qing. At this time, he no longer cared about it. Yuan Qing could climb ashore, but this kid had a stubborn temper and refused to beg him again. He refused to go ashore. Zhang Xutuo didn't pull him. See how long he could be stubborn?

Half an hour later, Zhang Xutuo knocked on the frozen ice surface and dragged Yuan Qing, who had been frozen to the ground. He was actually just trying Yuan Qing's Yonglie. Seeing that this kid was a tough guy, he liked it in his heart.

He took out a pot of wine from the horse bag, took out two vermilion pills, as big as walnuts, rubbed a pill into the pot, and shook it for a moment, and the pill quickly melted into the wine. Zhang Xutuo pried open Yuan Qing's mouth and poured another pill of pill for him. He quickly peeled off Yuan Qing's clothes, sprayed the wine on him and rubbed it. After rubbing it repeatedly for nearly a quarter of an hour, Yuan Qing's skin color slowly returned to rosy, and he finally woke up.

When he woke up, he said the first thing he said: "My little cock is frozen!"

Zhang Xutuo finally showed a smile on his cold face, and he picked him up, "I've taken the medicine for you, now I'll run for me, run for eighteen miles!"

"What about my clothes?"

"No need to wear clothes, no woman will be interesting to you!"

Zhang Xutuo rolled over the horse and knocked his back with a knife, "Run for me, if you scold me for my ancestors for 18 generations, just run for me for 18 miles!"

Yuan Qing ran naked, deep and shallow, feeling a heat in his body bursting out, making him hot all over without feeling cold at all.

Zhang Xutuo followed behind on a horse. Yuan Qing was a little lazy, so he used his sword to hit him hard in the back.

Many tourists skating on Qujiang Pool saw a terrifying scene. A child with a sperm was running desperately by the pool. Behind him, a burly man followed behind him, and from time to time he used the back of a knife to hit the child's tender back. It was extremely fierce and terrible.

Some people wanted to go up and stop it, but the man was too fierce and made them stop moving forward. He felt full of sympathy for the poor child.

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Until dusk, Yuan Qing, who was exhausted all over, almost crawled back to the yard. His clothes had dried naturally. Chen Qiuniang, who had been worried, was overjoyed to see Yuan Qing finally come back. She hurriedly came forward, "Great, you are finally back!"

She held Yuan Qing and saw that he was almost deformed, she was shocked, "Yuan Qing, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qing took out a pack of medicine from his arms and handed it to her, feeling weak: "Let me soak it in the potion for two hours tonight."

Chen Qiuniang took the medicine bag and opened it. She saw that there was a black ointment inside. After smelling it again, the smell was fragrant. She asked strangely: "What is this?"

"I don't know, I'm going to be tortured to death by that bastard."

At this time, Niu Niu ran out of the room, held a bamboo sword in her hand, and jumped excitedly, "Brother Yuanqing, I have practiced martial arts too, let's compete!"

Yuan Qing smiled weakly, "Let's try it out and see who eats more."

Yuan Qing ate three big bowls of rice in one breath and suddenly became energetic. He suddenly realized that he was actually half hungry.

After dinner, Chen Qiuniang burned a large bucket of hot water, prepared two bathtubs, melted Yuanqing's ointment into the water, and she also soaked Niu Niu's body with a ointment, which is suitable for girls.

Soaking the body with potions is a basic method of foundation building. Almost all martial artists have to experience it. The difference is that they use different medicines, and they have to be taken internally with elixirs. Originally, Chen Qiuniang didn't start building foundation for her until March Niu Niu was five years old, but since Yuan Qing had already started, she went ahead.

"Auntie, why don't you tell me that you can do it?"

The room was filled with steam, Yuan Qing and Niu Niu were each soaked in a bathtub. Yuan Qing only showed a small head and complained lazily: "If I had known that my aunt could do martial arts, I would not have regarded that demon as my master. He was too perverted. Today, I actually left me in the ice hole twice, and I was going to die."

Chen Qiuniang knocked on his little head and taught him a lesson, "First, my aunt's martial arts boys cannot learn; second, you are not allowed to call your master a demon; third, you are not allowed to tell anyone that my aunt knows martial arts, do you remember?"

"I remember!"

Yuan Qing asked curiously again: "Aunt, since you know martial arts, why do you still have to stay in Yang's Mansion?"

Chen Qiuniang sighed softly and touched his little head, "You don't understand even if you say it."

Yuan Qing thought about it and suddenly asked, "Aunt, you are for revenge!"

Chen Qiuniang trembled all over and stared at Yuan Qing in surprise. "Who told you?"

"I guessed it myself, no one told me!"

Yuan Qing knew that he had guessed correctly when he saw her expression. He was shocked and asked anxiously: "Auntie, don't you want to kill my grandfather, are you?"

Chen Qiuniang shook her head and smiled, "Silly child, don't think about it, my aunt's enemy is not your grandfather."

She stared at Yuan Qing and said seriously: "Yuan Qing, don't go out to talk nonsense, otherwise your aunt and Niu Niu won't live. Remember your aunt's words and don't go out to say them."

Yuan Qing nodded silently, "Auntie, I understand, don't worry! Your enemy, that is, my enemy, will definitely help my aunt revenge in the future!"

Chen Qiuniang felt moved in her heart. She caressed Yuan Qinghongtong's little face with love. Who said she had no son?
Chapter completed!