Huo Du's Notes

During the dinner, I saw the face of the eleven or twelve-year-old disciple of the great monk was a little red and swollen, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable. I only found out that he was ill after asking.

In addition to the great monk, two or three nearby doctors were also invited to see it, but they couldn't find the cause of the disease. They all guessed that it was probably caused by acclimatization.

As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a doctor. In my previous life, I spent more time in the hospital than at home and school combined. If I didn’t know how to have fun by myself, I would have died of boredom.

At that time, one of my hobbies was to go to various departments. My father was a famous surgeon, so no one said anything for his sake.

So I have seen a lot of strange diseases.

Pretending to be curious, I took a closer look, and the more I looked at him, the more I felt that his appearance seemed to be a symptom of severe allergies, so I pretended to be naive and asked him what he had been in contact with before and after the onset of the disease.

He thought about it carefully but shook his head, saying that his basic necessities of life were the same as usual, nothing special.

Later, it was the great monk who thought of the plate of longevity fruits that their father gave them.

Longevity fruit is what later generations call peanuts. It was still relatively rare at this time, and my father also got some by accident. Because he had a good relationship with his master, he specially took it out to entertain the two of them.

The great monk didn't pay much attention to his desire to talk, and didn't move at all, but the child found it very strange, so his father grabbed him.

He is not a fast talker either, so he only ate one to try the taste, and he liked it very much, so he planned to keep it and eat it slowly.

When I heard it, I suddenly realized that it was indeed an allergy, a peanut allergy.

His reaction was quite serious. Fortunately, he only ate one. If he ate all of them in one go, he probably would have lost his life.

Peanuts are a serious allergen that is a headache in modern society.

However, I can't say it directly. After thinking about it, I continued to pretend to be naive and blinked my eyes and asked: "I remember once when I heard a merchant chatting with people, he said that some people can't eat this longevity fruit. If you faint, you will die!"

After I finished speaking, I looked at the boy and said in a very embarrassed way:

"I think this elder brother just now looks like the dealer said that when someone felt uncomfortable after eating the longevity fruit, I didn't remember it for a while. I only remembered when the master said the longevity fruit."

"There is such a thing?" The great monk was surprised, "If it is true, it is really thanks to little friend Huo Dou, didn't it save my disciple's life?"

Although the father was a little skeptical, but after all, human life is at stake, there is nothing wrong with being careful, so he laughed and said: "Hey, he is a child, but he just heard someone say it, so he just followed it up. That is comparable to Gu Yang's young age." That's a good job!"

The great monk is not humble, he smiles and speaks with pride that cannot be concealed:

"It's not me boasting, Gu Yang is indeed extremely talented, so I have to thank little friend Huo Dou for saving his life, otherwise, where would I find a disciple with such a good qualification, hahahaha"

My father nodded again and again when he heard it, but hesitated for a while when he wanted to say something.

It was the great monk who saw his subtext and took the initiative to say: "If the prince doesn't dislike it, after Huo Dou comes back from the south, how about I accept him as a disciple?"

My father was all smiles when he heard it, and hurriedly asked me to go to the teacher first, saying that I would formally learn art from the teacher after returning from the vow.

Apprentice?

Huo Dou's master is... Golden Wheel Fawang.

However, if I remember correctly, the image of Jinlun Fawang in the book should be very tall and thin, with a body like a bamboo pole, with a slightly sunken forehead, and his behavior is very sinister, and he is good at calculating others.

I really can't get in touch with this somewhat simple and honest monk in front of me!And the name is wrong!

Could it be that it was changed after becoming the Mongolian National Teacher?

Alas, what happened when you relaxed your vigilance a little bit, how careless it is!

This child whom I may have accidentally saved his life just now is the legendary Jinlun Fawang's extremely intelligent but unknown disciple who died young?

Once again - shit!

Do you want to be so dramatic!

I said I wanted to get out of here, and now I am a teacher in a muddleheaded way. Could it be that in a few years I will follow him to Mount Zhongnan and force him to marry Xiaolongnv?

Huh... I feel cold all over. Although Xiao Longnu is a beauty, she is definitely not my type.

Although I was weak since I was a child, and sometimes I was bullied miserably by my elder sister, but I have to say that under her influence, I gave birth to me... that, um, I still like cheerful or Yujie type...

Alas, no, the focus has gone again.

However, if you think about the good, at least it can be regarded as a good relationship, and there will always be good rewards in the future.

In short, just like that, I was ready to go on the road with a little tangled mood.

At this time, my father showed the rare Mongolian child's sensibility, and said he would give me a ride.

A cavalry team of thirty people followed behind me and my father, which made me feel rich and honored spontaneously.

This is BMW, okay? Although the prospects are worrisome, at least for now, I am still a second-generation wealthy man!

It feels good to be rich and powerful.

However, I soon realized that I was still too naive.

After walking for a long time, my father said to me very casually: "Okay, I still have something to do, you should pay attention to it yourself."

After speaking, he rode away.

Looking at it from a distance, I said "Hey", isn't that the flag of Temujin, Wang Han and my grandfather Jamuka?

I just remembered that the brothers Wanyan Honglie said that they would come to serve Wang Han and Temujin as officials, and now it is now, but it is a bit strange that the father did not come with the old man.

However, it turned out that the one who gave me something was just dropping by.

Are there any fathers and grandfathers like you?

Forget it, anyway, I am not filial to my son or grandson, so it is important to hurry.

But there is still a problem...

After all, this body is only seven years old, and it is really difficult to ride a horse for a long distance alone, so I had to share a ride with a warrior and run in the opposite direction from my father.

After running for a while, there was a sudden noise of children. Our group rode up to a small dirt bag a few meters away, and found that it was a few children fighting.

But on closer inspection, I'm not happy.

The children who were fighting were divided into two groups, one group consisted of seven or eight people, and the other side seemed to have only two, who seemed to be younger than the group with more people, who were being crushed and beaten.

Too bullying!

If I used to worry that this place is not far from Wang Han's camp, if it is his son or grandson, or other high-level Mongolian tribesmen, it is not easy to offend.

I don't need it now, anyway, I'll leave after finishing the fight, this business--it's up to me!

I signaled the warriors behind me to stop their horses and told them to go up and help the two children.

Before they could make a move, they suddenly heard a sound of horse bells coming from behind a few sand dunes on the other side, and a small group of people turned around the sand dunes and appeared.

First, a short fat man riding a yellow horse saw a group of children fighting and said with a smile, "Okay, let's talk about fighting?"

When he approached on horseback, he realized that seven or eight older children were bullying two younger children, and he shouted loudly, "Aren't you ashamed? Let go."

As a result, the child on the other side raised his head and cursed loudly: "Go away! Don't talk here. Do you know who I am? I want to hit someone, and no one can control me."

The short fat man on the yellow horse scolded: "This kid is so arrogant, let him go!"

While one big and one small were yelling and cursing, a few more horses turned around, apparently they were Fatty's companions, and the only woman among them said loudly, "Third brother, don't mind your own business, let's go."

But the man on the yellow horse said unwillingly: "Look for yourself, what kind of fight does it look like?"

When I saw Fatty for the first time, I vaguely felt that something was wrong, so I didn't let the accompanying people do anything. After his companion appeared, I almost wanted to write a letter of praise to myself!

Naturally, these few people are Jiangnan Seven Heroes who have been inquiring about the whereabouts of Li Ping, Guo Jing's mother and son in the desert and grassland for 18 years because of the [-]-year big bet with Quanzhen Sect Qiu Chuji in Jiaxing Zuixianlou.

Or the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River.

But because of their tenacity to lose decades of time for a woman and child they have never met because of a promise, I really prefer to call them "Xia".

The moment I was dazed, Han Xiaoying had already jumped off the horse to save a child and got up. Only then did I see clearly that this child was Tuo Lei who I had met once.

Needless to say, the other one is naturally his good answer - Guo Jing.

Unexpectedly, before I left, I could witness the first meeting between the future Guo Daxia and his seven masters.

Almost instantly, the plot of The Legend of the Condor Heroes emerged in my mind, and the classic singing of "The Faint Past Seems Like Deja vu" by Luo Wen and Jenny also echoed in my ears.

During this meeting, the Jiangnan Seven Heroes discovered the dagger with Yang Kang's name engraved on it that Guo Jing was carrying, and confirmed Guo Jing's identity.

Later, in order to test his courage, he asked him to meet in Huangshan in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Mei Chaofeng and his wife. As a result, Jiangnan Seven Heroes successfully received a disciple who became famous in the world decades later, but they also lost a good brother who lived and died together.

And this night was also a huge turning point for Mei Chaofeng.

The unlucky Chen Xuanfeng, who was invincible, was killed by Guo Jing, who did not practice martial arts at all. Mei Chaofeng, who lost his lover, had to grope and practice the Nine Yin Manual alone. Zhenjiao Ma Yu's team was defeated, and then he became obsessed because of practicing kung fu.

further back?I sighed lightly and shook my head, not wanting to.

As my mother often said, although you must remember to look forward, you have to walk step by step. Everyone has their own destiny, so why think so much?

I intentionally reminded them to see if they could save Zhang Asheng's life, and perhaps make a marriage between him and Han Xiaoying possible, but?Even if I said it, who would believe it!

Don't say I'm only seven years old, even if I'm an adult, go and tell people now, don't go to that barren mountain tonight, Zhang Asheng will die.

Probably either they regard me as a lunatic, or they call me and curse others!

Forget it, everyone sweeps the snow before their own doors, and I can't protect myself, so it's the best policy to leave as soon as possible.

However, seeing Guo Jing and the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan appeared at the same time before leaving, this scene had a stronger impact on me than ever, and reminded me once again-all this is not my imagination, it is real.

There are not only gold and iron horses here, but also countless grievances and grievances.

Shaolin