Midnight.

The night is blurred, and the earth is shrouded in darkness.

The frosty moonlight shone in a dilapidated courtyard. The whole village had turned off the lights, but one household was brightly extinguished, and a dim light shone through the edges of the paper window.

The sound of frogs in the distance and the sound of insects in the near place made the atmosphere in the room more severe. At this time, the room was full of people, and an old man in his sixties sat on the top of the room with a big golden sword, his face as heavy as water. Next to him was an old woman, with an angry look on her face.

There were ten people sitting on both sides, divided into three groups, which seemed to be three families. In the middle of the house, there was a half-year-old man about ten years old, kneeling, with high cheeks and swollen palm prints on it, and it was obvious that his face was swollen.

"Luo Qing, today my grandfather is useless, are you convinced?" The old man sitting on the head shouted in a deep voice.

"father!"

A man in his early thirties sitting in the room knelt on the ground with a "splash", and a woman next to him pulled a boy about seven years old standing next to him also knelt on the ground.

"Dad, please spare Qing'er!"

A man in his early thirties knelt on the ground and begged for the truth. The woman kneeling on the ground also cried bitterly. Logically, adults cried like this. The boy, who was only about seven years old, should have been scared to tears, but strangely, the boy looked no longer afraid, but instead showed anger in his eyes.

"Is this ancient times? Just because I took a peek at the Luo family's marksmanship, I was going to be destroyed?"

Luo Family!

Yes, this is the famous descendant of Luo Yi during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, but it was already in the Ming Dynasty. The Luo family had already declined and had long been away from the officialdom and had worked as a farmer to make a living. However, the Luo family gun was passed down from generation to generation. The old man was Luo Heng, a descendant of the Luo family.

The Luo family spear is not only passed on to the son but not the daughter, but also the final move of the horseback is only passed on to the eldest son and grandson.

At this time, a man in his forties was sitting next to him, with wide shoulders and thin waist, and strong Kong Wu. He was Luo Ye, the eldest son of the Luo family. Beside him was a middle-aged woman, and two children stood behind them. The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, but the girl was only about nine years old. The boy was Luo Ye’s son Luo Sheng.

Tonight, Luo Heng was preparing to pass the last rebang to Changsun Luo Sheng, but he did not expect that Luo Qing, who was crazy about martial arts, would secretly hide in the toilet and watch it. When Luo Heng discovered it, he wanted to use his arm, so that even if he learned the last shot, he would not be able to use it.

At this time, the seven-year-old knelt on the ground was Luo Qing's younger brother Luo Xin, but at this time, Luo Xin was no longer Pi Luo Xin. He was originally a deputy director of the National Ancient Literature Research Institute of the 21st century. People in their thirties were obsessed with two things throughout their lives, one was to study history and ancient literature, and the other was to practice martial arts. His mother's surname was Guan, and it was said that she was a descendant of Guan Yu. His uncle was good at practicing Guan Dao and taught him Guan Dao.

One day, he was practicing a knife in the park, and a lightning flashed from the sky, and he came to the Ming Dynasty and possessed him by this body called Luo Xin.

It is said that Luo Xin fell from the bridge into the river, and he absurdly traveled through time and space to possess the boy. He came to the Ming Dynasty, who had liked to study history, but was not afraid, but was very excited. In another world, he had a younger brother, but he was not worried that his parents would not be taken care of. Moreover, because he was obsessed with research, people in his thirties had not yet gotten married, so he had less concern.

But the excitement in his heart was completely destroyed by what happened tonight, making him realize the terrible feudalism. Just because he took a peek at the Luo Family Gun's last move, he would be destroyed.

"Second brother, you have no rules!" Luo Ye's face darkened, "If Qing'er violates the family rules, she will be punished."

"Let's just look!" At this time, the 20-year-old man sitting next to him in a Confucian shirt said lightly: "Brother, you have learned all the Luo family guns. Isn't it also a farmland? You won't be able to get a job."

The man who spoke was the third son of the Luo family, named Luo Zhi. He did not like martial arts since he was a child, but he liked literary literature. Now he is already a scholar. The Ming Dynasty was the world of literati. After Luo Zhi passed the scholarship, he looked down on the vulgar martial arts man more and more.

"You..." Luo Ye's face turned red with a loud blush.

Luo Zhi waved his hand lightly and said, "Even if the eldest brother has obtained a single official position, what if? There is no dignity in front of those civil officials."

"Shut up!"

Luo Heng shouted coldly, glared at his third son, but did not blame him any more. As Luo Zhi said, the Ming Dynasty is now the royal family and the literati ruled the world together, and the status of literati has reached an unprecedented height. Military people really have no status in front of literati. In the eyes of literati, even if the military man is a great official, he is a vulgar martial man. Therefore, even as a father, Luo Heng respects his youngest son Luo Zhi.

Luo Zhi did not take his father's reprimand for his pain, and he curled his lips and said nothing more. He said that he had said just now was not to plead for Luo Qing, but in his eyes, Luo Qing was also a vulgar martial artist. He was a fool at a young age, and he had no prospects when he grew up, and he was aborted. He just couldn't stand the elder brother always pretending to be the eldest son and just choked him.

Luo Xin took a deep breath and recalled the little things that happened after the past few days of time travel. Although he has not fully accepted his parents in this life, his parents still feel the love for him in this life. He is young, just turned seven years old, and it is the winter water again, and his body becomes weak all of a sudden. In the past few days, his parents almost took care of him in a vague manner. Even his brother Luo Qing, who is only three years older than him, also knew to go to the river to smash an ice hole with a stone and stew a tiger fish soup with a basket. Long-term study of history and ancient Chinese has given him a personality that is very close to the ancients. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring, let alone his parents and brother in this life?

"Grandpa!" Luo Xin's tender voice sounded in the quiet room, which made everyone stunned. However, Luo Xin did not give everyone time to react and said quickly:

"Grandpa said just now that you had not taught your cousin's shooting skills, your brother was discovered. In this way, my brother had not learned the last move of the Luo family's gun. Why did grandpa have to sack your brother?"

"Yes!" At this time, Luo Xin's cheap father Luo Ping also reacted: "Dad, Qing'er has not learned the marksmanship secretly, so you can spare Qing'er!"

"Dad, just spare Qing'er!" Luo, who was begging, also kowtowed.

"Oh..." Luo Heng sighed and pondered for a moment, "Although Qing'er didn't learn it secretly, he did violate the family rules. Just in case he learned it secretly in the future, second brother, don't blame your father. This family can't keep you anymore. There is a house in the east of the village, and I will give you three acres of paddy fields. That's it."

"Thank you dad!"

"Is this the separation?"

Of course, Luo Xin understood what this meant. On the contrary, Luo Qing didn't know that he didn't care about these things, and was beaten to death, and knelt there in a daze without reaction.

At this moment, a question suddenly appeared in Luo Xin's heart. How would he go in the future? His eyes looked back and forth on his uncle and uncle.

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