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A father sighed heavily from the room over there, "I go to the mountains to hunt in my spare time. With my ability, I will never be hungry for you mother and son."

"hunt!"

Luo Xin's eyes lit up. He wondered if he would sell some birds for money? If he could sell them for money, he might be able to raise the tuition for one year.

The sound in the parents' house gradually became lower and gradually became unheard. Luo Xin had been lying for a few days and felt that his body was lying apart, so he put on his winter clothes, went downstairs and put on his shoes, pushed open the door and walked out.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air sucked into his heart and lungs, and his spirit was refreshed. He looked up at the sky. There was no cloud in the winter sky, and it was purely blue, which made Luo Xin, who had experienced the dirty air in his previous life, look at the blue sky with some confusion.

“Huhhhh…”

The sound of Luo Qing dancing with a big gun sounded in his ears. Luo Xin looked at it and saw a big gun dancing in Luo Qing's hand like a lamp grass. He couldn't help but admire:

"Brother is really a martial arts master."

"Bang!" Luo Qing's spear was retracted, and the big spear slammed on the ground, and there was a loud bang. He turned around and saw Luo Xin and said, "Little brother, why did you run out? Go back to the house quickly and stop getting cold."

"It's okay!" Luo Xin shook his head and said, "I've been bored in the house for a few days, come out and have some breathing."

"It's better to go back to the house!"

Luo Qing leaned against the wall and pushed Luo Xin with both hands. Luo Xin's body was still a little weak, and he could not withstand Luo Qing's push, so he had to go back to the room. Luo Qing helped Luo Xin take off his coat, then carried Luo Xin to the kang, covered Luo Xin's body, then took off his coat, climbed onto the kang and sat silently for a while before speaking:

"Thank you, my brother!"

Luo Xin naturally knew that Luo Qing was pleading for him to thank him in front of his grandfather the day before yesterday, so he smiled gently:

"Brother, we are brothers."

Luo Qing's eyes turned red, but he was so clumsy that he didn't know what to say, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Luo Xin's hand and held it hard. Luo Xin frowned slightly, and a wry smile appeared on his face and said:

"Brother, you hurt me."

Luo Qing hurriedly let go of his hand, his face flushed: "Little brother, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay!" Luo Xin smiled gently, pondered for a while and said, "Brother, do you really want to practice martial arts?"

Luo Qing then said, "I like to practice martial arts."

"Even if you are successful in martial arts and become a general in the future, your status in the Ming Dynasty will not be high."

Luo Xin knew the status of the Ming Dynasty warriors. Not only did he die at any time on the front line, but he also said in the court that he would offend civil officials at any time. He didn't know how to die if he died, so he tried his best to persuade him.

"I know!" Luo Qing's voice became even more dull: "I didn't want to join the army, I just like to practice martial arts."

Luo Xin breathed a sigh of relief. In Luo Xin's opinion, it was better to cultivate land at home than to join the army. Although it was a little bit hard, it was not a worry for life.

"I heard that my uncle wanted his cousin to join the army."

"What?" Luo Xin looked at his elder brother in surprise: "My cousin is only twelve years old."

"Don't go to join the army immediately and wait for a few years."

"Grandpa agrees?"

"Don't agree." Luo Qing shook his head and said, "Grandpa said a good man would not be a soldier, and a good iron would not be nailed."

"That uncle..."

"Uncle said that the Luo family gun cannot be buried for generations. If it is just arable land, the Luo family gun would be better to let it be lost, so as to avoid any concern."

"That result..."

"No result, uncle and grandpa are stubborn."

The room was silent. After a while, Luo Qing couldn't help but say, "My brother, hurry up and keep your body well, let's practice martial arts together."

Luo Xin shook his head and said, "I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to study."

"Reading? Like my uncle?" Luo Qing opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Yes!" Luo Xin nodded.

"Reading!" Luo Qing frowned vigorously and said, "You can't afford to hand over Shu Xiu at home!"

Luo Xin smiled and said, "I am poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts. I can raise fish and meat when practicing martial arts. For example, my elder brother can't practice anything. If I practice hard, I will suffer secret injuries. If I practice lightly, I will be just a fancy way. Relatively speaking, the cost of studying is less."

Luo Qing's little face wrinkled into a ball and said in a muffled voice: "When you were not separated, you gave your cousin some delicious food to you. After the separation, our family life would be even harder. Besides, my grandfather would not pass on the last move of Luo's gun to me, alas..."

Seeing the ten-year-old elder brother sighing in an old-fashioned manner, Luo Xin felt uncomfortable. He said impulsively:

"Then don't learn guns, learn knife!"

"Learn from the knife?"

"Yeah, learn how to kill!"

Luo Xin nodded and said, he had already thought about it at this moment. He had thought about it these days. The thirty-six styles of the sword are not worse than the Luo family spear. Even if the last Luo family spear is added, it may not be able to beat the thirty-six styles of the sword. The sword also has a unique trick to drag the sword. Since the elder brother likes to practice martial arts, he will teach the elder brother these thirty-six styles of the sword. As for the reason for obtaining these thirty-six styles of the sword, it depends on making up.

"Brother, do you know Guan Dao?"

Luo Qing's eyes lit up: "Of course I know, but the Guan family is like our Luo family, and maybe the Guan sword has been lost."

"I can."

"You can?" Luo Qing didn't believe it.

"A few days ago, I met an old man at the foot of the mountain across the river. He said that I was a good seedling for practicing swords, so he passed it on to me the Thirty-Six-Type Knife."

"real?"

"Really. I wanted to look for him a few days ago, but I didn't wait for him. When I came back, I thought about shutting the knife in my mind, so I accidentally fell into the river."

"He... is the Guan family?" Luo Qing asked excitedly.

"He didn't tell me what his name was."

"Then... he said he wouldn't let you pass on the sword to others?" Luo Qing looked at Luo Xin nervously.

"Not said it!"

"That's great!" Luo Qing jumped to the ground, without wearing her coat, and rushed out of the door and ran towards her parents' room: "Dad, dad..."

"What are you howling?" My father's thunderous voice came from the room.

"Dad!" Luo Qing was excited but did not pay attention to his father's expression. He rushed into the room and shouted to his father: "Dad, you can make me a check-in knife, no, two."

"Boy, what are you saying?"

"Dad, he can turn off the knife."

The room was quiet for a while, and then Luo Ping's concerning voice came out: "Qing'er, aren't you scared by your grandfather?"

"Dad, I really know how to turn off the knife. It was passed on to him by an old man."

The room was quiet for a while, and then he heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps in a hurry, and the three figures rushed into Luo Xin's room.

"Xin'er, is your elder brother's true words?"

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