Peerless Pirates

Mr. Song walked back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly stopped and said, "Zheng'er, whatever move I call you next, you will practice that move. Let me see, okay?"

"Okay!" Song Zheng replied cheerfully.

"The two dragons take their eyes, the dragon swings its tail, the tyrannosaurus presses its head, the swimming dragon probes its claws..." Following the old man's shout, Song Zheng quickly executed each move. The old man was surprised to find that Song Zheng could not only change his moves quickly

, and can also find the fastest and most reasonable way to change moves. Although some moves have been deformed, it is undeniable that Sun Tzu has mastered all the moves of Xiaoyi Zhiquan very skillfully, and can freely switch between each move.

Mutual conversion. How did Mr. Song know that when he taught these moves on the first day, Song Zheng had already memorized them all. In the past five or six days, Song Zheng practiced when he had time, and when he was not practicing, he pondered over this set of boxing techniques. Song Zheng

In fact, he has practiced it hundreds of times and pondered it in his mind hundreds of times. As for those so-called deformed moves, Song Zheng also corrected the unreasonable parts and made them more suitable for actual combat.

Mr. Song refused to give up, and shouted faster and faster, and Song Zheng also beat harder and harder. For a quarter of an hour, Song Zheng suddenly stopped, sat down on the ground, looked at Mr. Song with tears in his eyes, and gasped.

He said gruffly: "Master... Master, I... I... can't fight... anymore." After saying that, he lay straight on the ground.

The old man jumped forward, picked up Song Zheng with one hand, pinched Renzhong with the other hand, and shouted loudly: "Zheng'er! Zheng'er! Madam, everyone, come here quickly! Xiaoping, go find Dr. Gao

."

Hearing the shouts, Mrs. Zhu and Mrs. Wu hurriedly jumped out of the house and ran over here. Xiaoping and Xiaolian also ran this way. The old man glared at Xiaoping and shouted: "You damn man.

, Go and ask for Doctor Gao, don’t you hear me?” Xiaoping quickly turned around and ran out.

Mrs. Zhu and Ms. Wu came to Song Zheng and shouted Song Zheng's name loudly. They saw Song Zheng's eyes closed, his face pale, his mouth wide open, his whole body trembling, and beads of sweat on his forehead. Mrs. Zhu also panicked.

She squatted down and took Song Zheng's arm, looking extremely frightened. Finally, Mrs. Wu came to her senses and said to Mr. Song: "Master, let's carry the child into the house first." Mr. Song also calmed down.

, said "Okay", and then carefully carried Song Zheng into the west wing room with everyone else, and put him on the bed. Xiaolian brought a basin of water, wet the towel, and handed it over. Mr. Song handed it over.

He took the towel and gently wiped Song Zheng's forehead. Mr. Zhu still looked half-silly. Seeing that his daughter-in-law was a little confused, Mr. Song was afraid of frightening her, so he said, "In this situation, I

I saw it in the military back then. The main reason was that the activity was too strenuous all at once, causing temporary fainting. You can just rest for a while." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhu seemed to have calmed down, but her face was still worried.

In fact, the old man didn’t say it all. There are two main reasons for syncope after strenuous exercise. One is that exercise causes blood to concentrate on the trunk and limbs, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain, causing fainting. The other is that the heart is overburdened. If you have congenital heart disease,

Such as this, it is very likely that he will die suddenly. Although Song Zheng has exercised diligently during this period, his physical foundation is weak. Such a large amount of exercise just now caused severe brain ischemia, so he was unconscious.

Everyone waited uneasily for nearly a quarter of an hour. Song Zheng woke up quietly and opened his eyes, only to see his mother and Mrs. Wu looking at him. Mr. Song stood at the door of the wing and cursed: "Xiao Ping, what the hell?

Haven't you invited Dr. Gao here yet?" Song shook his head and finally understood. "Grandpa, aunt, mother, I'm fine." Song Zheng said and stood up. Mr. Song stepped onto the bed in two steps.

Before: "Zheng'er, are you awake? Lie down and rest for a while." Mrs. Zhu patted his chest gently, tears streaming down her face: "Zheng'er, you scared my mother to death."

Song Zheng lay down as he was told and comforted Mrs. Zhu in a low voice: "Mom, it's really okay. I was too impatient. I will never be like this again." When Mr. Song saw his grandson acting like this, he still tried to smooth things over for him.

There is also some moisture: Where can I find such a good child?

At this moment, Old Man Gao walked in hurriedly, shouting: "What's wrong with the child? Let me see quickly." Everyone in the room hurriedly straightened up and made room for Old Man Gao. Old Man Gao sat on the bed.

They stretched out their hands to feel Song Zheng's pulse, and everyone looked at Old Man Gao nervously. Old Man Gao glanced at Old Man Song, and Old Man Song said quickly, "Zheng'er was playing boxing a little too fast just now, and he fainted.

Old Man Gao nodded and said, "The pulse is even and the beat is strong. You'll be fine after just lying down for a while. It's okay." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Song said: "Zheng'er, please lie down for a while. Dr. Gao, please speak to the east courtyard." Mr. Gao said "hmm" and turned around with the old man and went out. Mrs. Wu told Xiaolian to wait on the two elders, while she and Mrs. Zhu

, Xiaoping stayed in the house and continued to guard Song Zheng.

Old Man Gao and Old Man Song returned to the east courtyard and sat down. Xiao Lian served tea and retreated. Old Man Song said mysteriously: "Gao...Xiao Lingzi, let me tell you, Zheng'er is a prodigy in martial arts.

"Then, Mr. Song recounted what happened this morning in detail. The more Mr. Gao listened, the more frightened he became: This young master had a dream. Not only did his mind become extremely smart, but his skills also became so powerful?

Mr. Song talked nonsense for a long time, his mouth was dry, he poured a cup of tea into his mouth, and then asked enthusiastically: "Do you think we should send Zheng'er to the martial arts academy in Mizhou? Or send him to the capital, and give him

Can he hire a better teacher?"

Hearing Mr. Song's question, Old Man Gao quickly lowered his head and took a sip of tea to hide the surprise on his face. Then he put on a smile and said: "If Zheng'er is really as you said, sending him to the martial arts academy is naturally a good idea, but

, Your Bachelor Song will definitely not let me go."

Mr. Song also said with a frustrated look on his face: "Yes, if Zheng'er takes the path of martial arts, then all the years of hard study will be wasted. There is no need for any Saint Kong in the army!"

Old Man Gao said: "Brother, you don't have to worry about it. Zheng'er is still young, only eleven years old. He won't accept it if he sends it to the martial arts academy. You might as well wait and see. Let him study literature and practice martial arts at the same time.

When Zheng'er is fifteen years old, it is not too late to make a decision. If his articles are outstanding, he can also be sent to the Academy of Literature. Although the martial arts in our Qi Dynasty is very strong, we still rely on civil servants to govern, so Dading (in the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Qi Dynasty)

Since then, the style of writing has also flourished. When Zheng'er grows up, let him choose between literature and martial arts."

Mr. Song nodded and said: "Zheng'er has superhuman understanding and is really a good material for learning martial arts. I am a little unwilling to have a good martial artist to teach him!"

Old Man Gao said with a smile: "Brother, aren't you a martial artist yourself? Among all the people back then, your Xiaoyi straight punch was the best. Few people could resist your Vajra stick technique. After so many years, no matter how hard it is,

Do you know if my brother can still play tricks?"

Mr. Song shook his head and said: "Xiao Yi has taught Zheng'er everything about Zhi Fist. As for the stick technique, I can't remember it all. I haven't practiced it for so many years. If I think about it these days, maybe I can figure it out."

Get up. After returning home from the army, I used a stick to teach that old bastard Qian Youcai a lesson. Later, when I saw that he was honest, I buried the stick. Later, I flipped over the house and even dug it out. Because it was of no use.

, and used it as a tethering stake in the front yard. I don’t know if it can still be used now.”

Old Man Gao couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The famous Eight Iron Guards, Sword Guard, Halberd Guard, Ax Guard, Spear Guard, and Mace Guard around the general were killed in battle one after another. The Sickle Guard wandered in the north and their whereabouts are unknown. The Hammer Guard died of illness, and the Sword Guard

If you go with the general, you will be the most at ease."

The old man shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said nothing. After a while, Old Man Gao said: "I think you should pull out the iron rod and think about how to teach Zheng'er. If those guys are alive, I know you will pull out the iron rod."

If you are used as a cattle pile, I will laugh at you to death."

Mr. Song smiled sheepishly, "Just a joke, anyway, I, Mr. Song, have a genius grandson, which is better than any of them, haha."

Old Man Gao said: "Brother, you are so lucky. I am very envious of you."

Mr. Song said carelessly: "Why are you envious? Isn't my grandson your grandson? If you are willing, I will let him recognize you as his grandpa."

Old Man Gao was startled, and then said in surprise: "Is this true?"

"I, Old Song, always keep my words. If you are willing, I will let him recognize you as my godfather." Mr. Song said with a proud face.

"Brother is still so cheerful." Old Man Gao thought for a while, then waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I am an unknown person, don't bring any bad luck to the child." Old Man Gao looked regretful.

"What are you talking about? Godfather, let's just admit it. What unknown person? You are Doctor Gao. This time he was beaten, but you saved his life."

Old Man Gao said timidly, "Is that okay? If Zheng'er knew my identity, would he be willing?"

"Why would you not want to accept your savior as your grandpa? Your identity is known to heaven and earth. You know it and I know it. How can others know it? It will be August 15th in a few days. You and Qi'er will come over to eat moon cakes in the evening.

Let's just get this done." Mr. Song made the final decision.

Old Man Gao thought to himself, in the past, it would have been no problem to recognize him as his godson. It only mattered a word, brother, but now this young master is extremely smart. Judging from the way he dealt with his father, he must be a young man who does not want to be restrained.

Guys, it’s hard to say whether I can recognize this godfather. However, I am kind to this little guy at least. Maybe it can happen. I even have to count on him whether I and Qi’er can finally solve the problem. Thinking of this,

Old Man Gao nodded.

At this time, Song Zheng was still thinking about whether to climb the Xishan Mountain and visit Maling Lake tomorrow. First, he was in good health and climbing more mountains would be beneficial. Second, he also wanted to see the lakes and mountains on the other side of the Xishan Mountain. Song Zheng was completely confused.

Unknown to him, he has been plotted by Old Man Gao and Old Man Song, a pair of true understanding and false confusion. (Please vote, please flowers, please collect)