Chapter 3 Chapter One: Gun Three

The warm sunlight came in from the carved window, making the study room soft, and the sound of running water outside the window was very pleasant.When you get here, you can't help but calm down. The Ji family is from a family of civil and martial arts. The study is extremely elegant, with brushes, ink, paper and inkstones arranged separately. The exquisite Sydney wood desk is leaning against the window, which is a little shorter than ordinary desks. It was specially customized by his father according to Chang Ye's height.The walls are full of bookshelves, and these ancient books with sheepskin covers are all-inclusive and have everything you need, which is a fortune.

My father took a copy of "Commentary to the Five Classics" from the bookshelf, and said with a smile: "Practicing martial arts and writing are indispensable. You should calm down and test the "Commentary to the Five Classics" today." "Yes, father." Chang Ye was extremely well-behaved, and after a long bow, he sat opposite his father. Nanhuai City is the capital of the Lower Tang Dynasty, and the Lower Tang Dynasty is the great vassal state of Wanzhou.Tang Guoben was the first of the three great powers in Tiannan.It's a pity that in the sixth year of Emperor You's palace fission, Uncle Wang seized half of the land near Zhongzhou to establish the Upper Tang Kingdom, and the forces of the Lower Tang immediately weakened.However, the prosperous city is still there, and the treasury is still rich.The forces of the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce supported the court of the Xiatang Dynasty, so under the chaotic current situation, the Xiatang Dynasty was a rare stable and prosperous situation. The Wujing Shangwen used the old imperial system to select scholars. The "Commentary to the Five Classics" is an important classic for selecting talents one.

"The "Government Code" says: 'Those who are in time will be killed without pardon, and those who are not in time will be killed without pardon.' Why?" "Emperor Rou cherishes the world, so the one who kills is not easy to kill, but must be killed," Chang Ye said loudly, "It is the virtue of the emperor to use killing to frighten the world." "Soldiers and killers have the yin and strong qi; those who govern the country have the way of yang harmony. Isn't it absurd to regard killing as a virtue?" "I heard that the roc loves its sons, and when they grow up, they chase them away, and they are not allowed to return to their nests. The healthy ones spread their wings and fly to the sky, and the weak ones fall to the ground and die, so that they can be passed on to the flesh and blood. Is it cool for the rocs to expel their parents and children? Not so. How can you get the talent to slander the sky? The father's heart is also fisted. The emperor uses the spirit of military killing to establish his prestige, and wants the world to be peaceful, this is the same way!"

"What a fatherly heart!" The father laughed, "Sure enough, Changye lived up to my expectations. Just this paragraph alone can write an article. How can there be a horse like our Ji family among those wealthy children? If the Lord chooses another soldier, your knowledge is enough!" "Thank you father!" Chang Ye bowed and bowed, then rolled his eyes again, "But my child's swordsmanship is still not as good as that of my brother..." "A joke," his father stroked his head. "You are a pillar of talent. You are going to be a general in the future. Do you really wield weapons with your own hands? Your brother just asked him to accompany you to practice martial arts and keep fit. Use tricks, even if you don’t understand martial arts at all, it’s not enough. Don’t try to compete with your brother in martial arts, people who kill chickens and dogs in the market can also use knives well, don’t you want to compare with them?”

Chang Ye was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "My child understands!" "Come on, let's take what you said just now as an article. After transcribing it, I will go to the heads of several aristocratic families to find a way for you. Whether our Ji family can recover or not depends on you, a steed." "yes." It was quiet in the study, and Chang Ye's writing was like a dragon and a snake. The father looked at his youngest son with relief, full of peace of mind, and full of longing for the future date.After half an hour, he quietly opened the door and went out, not wanting to disturb his youngest son Wen Si.

As soon as he went out, he met those dark eyes like ink. The eldest son held the tiger-screaming fang gun a foot higher than himself in his arms, and stood silently at the door.Seeing his father coming out, the eldest son flinched a bit, then raised his head stubbornly to meet his father's gaze.The two eyes were wrong, but the father looked away. "What are you doing here?" Father frowned, "My brother is studying." The eldest son was silent for a while, "I'm not interested in reading, I just happened to pass by when I was going to practice guns." He took the gun and left without looking back. His father stared at his back and sighed heavily.

His father is the head of the Ji family, and his name is Qianzheng. The Ji family is a big family in the Yin Dynasty, and the ancestors are related by blood to Emperor Yin.Ji Qian was implicated in the heir rebellion when Emperor Xi ascended the throne, was expelled from the imperial capital Tianqi, and came to the Lower Tang to settle down. In the aristocratic family of the Yin Dynasty, Ji Qianzheng was a low-key person, but his talent was quite outstanding. His horse was a civil servant, and he was a general. He also had a unique technique of throwing gold baht to hurt people.Originally, Ji Qian was conceited of his talent and learning, thinking that he could get an official position in the Lower Tang Dynasty and revive the Ji family's prestige.It's a pity that the court of the Tang Dynasty had a different style and liked to appoint young people. Ji Qianzheng couldn't recommend himself, so he had to pin his hopes on his son instead.

He has two sons, the eldest son Ji Ye was born in the concubine, and the youngest son Chang Ye is the child of his wife.Although he prefers Chang Ye, who was born in the future, Ji Qianzheng didn't dislike Ji Ye at first.He can't remember when he started to hate Ji Ye. Maybe it's because he has too strong a personality, or maybe he's taciturn and can't be liked, but there is another special reason, that is, Ji Qian hates his eyes. Neither the people from the Eastern Land nor the barbarians from the Northern Land have pure black eyes. Only Kuafu in the ancient snow-capped mountains of Shangzhou has pure black eyes, but Ji Ye's eyes are even darker than Kuafu.That pure black made Himeno's eyes look extremely deep.When others looked at him, Ji Ye didn't lower his head like ordinary children, but looked at each other with a cold gaze.The result is usually that adults are also intimidated by Himeno's gaze.

"The eyes are horrible!" Ji Qianzheng whispered to his wife in private. When looking at Ji Ye, it was difficult for Ji Qian to have the feeling that he had given birth to this child.This kind of growing disgust reached its peak after the family moved to Nanhuai.The incident in Tianqi City was later called the "Rebellion of Sorrow and Joy Seizing Heirs". I don't know how many ministers died under the butcher knife of the royal rebellion, and Ji Qianzheng survived only by fleeing in a hurry.But the concubine took Ji Ye with him, but got lost on the way. At first Ji Qianzheng was a little sad, but his wife was docile and Chang Ye was well-behaved, and gradually he forgot about it.

One winter two years after the accident, when he opened the gate of the garden, he was surprised to see the ragged boy in the cold wind.He stood there quietly with his head down, not looking at anything, letting the wind pull his frantic hair, his skinny hands tightly clutching the tiger-toothed gun that was much longer than his, as if that It is his life. When Ji Ye slowly raised his head, Ji Qianzheng felt a chill in his heart.When he saw those eyes again, he felt that he was looking at a wounded beast. Ji Ye found his home in Nanhuai City miraculously, but the concubine failed to follow him back.No one knows how Ji Ye came to Xiatang thousands of miles away from the imperial capital alone, but judging from the pair of hemp shoes with no bottoms on his feet, he actually walked the thousand miles with his legs .

Faintly, Ji Qian felt that something must have happened to Ji Ye in the past two years.Since then, this son has really changed completely. Something in his heart has completely overwhelmed the child's heart, making him so profound that it cannot be guessed. Ji Ye never mentioned the events of those two years, and spent all his time on the fierce tiger roaring tooth gun that never left his body, which made Ji Qianzheng even more uneasy. The fierce tiger roaring tooth gun is a symbol of Ji's family heritage, and it has an unknown origin. Of course, Ji Qianzheng wants to pass it on to his youngest son Changye.But in fact, Ji Qianzheng didn't dare to touch the gun himself. He only remembered that his father practiced it occasionally, but he forbade himself to touch the gun.The history of that gun seemed to be something that my father didn't want to mention. Occasionally, I heard the word "Soul Eater Gun" or "Ominous Gun". In the cold weather with no wind, Ji Qianzheng once saw the gun roaring like a tiger in the quiet room. Once, my father joked after drinking: "Want to use that gun? Just exchange it with blood and soul. If you exchange it cleanly, no one in Kyushu will be your opponent!" This seems to be just an absurd legend, but the shadow of this gun in Ji Qianzheng's heart is so real and terrifying, but when his father said this that night, his face turned green, he regretted his slip of the tongue, and felt uneasy Looking out the window, as if afraid of something. Could it be that Ji Ye really traded the blood soul for that weird gun? This is the knot that Ji Qianzheng has been struggling with. From then on, he was no longer willing to spend his time on the eldest son, and even avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, hoping that this person would disappear from his eyes.