My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Chapter 129: Coachman and Doorman

Qi training,

It is to generate internal breath by allowing the sense of qi to appear in the dantian between breathing in meditation.

The so-called internal breath is the autonomous breathing of the dantian due to the qi.

This breathing is internal breathing. Its function is to allow the qi in the dantian to circulate through the eight extraordinary meridians, and allow the qi in the dantian to impact the closed acupoints in the meridians.

If the Ren and Du meridians are opened, the internal force in the body can form a closed loop. Even if you have crossed the first threshold of martial arts, you can call on the internal force in the Dantian to use for martial arts practice.

Bai Shaoqiu practiced the "Supreme Qi Training Art" given to him by Lao Yu from the Supreme Taoist Temple, the number one sect in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. This technique is the truly top-notch Qi training technique in the world.

There is absolutely no problem with it.

The problem is that no one in the world has truly mastered this method!

However, Lao Yu said that Bai Shaoqiu is a martial arts genius that is rare in a century... Then this world-class internal energy method is naturally worthy of Bai Shaoqiu's martial arts talent.

However, this method of Qi training did not allow his Dantian to produce internal energy, it only made the time interval between his breathing become difficult for ordinary people to achieve... This was a bit weird.

Even the King of Zhenxi himself had never seen such a situation.

But something is always better than nothing.

"Well, take your time. It won't be easy for him to learn martial arts now that he's older... What is he planning to build with that blacksmith shop?"

Dongfang Xun smiled and said, "I went to see it secretly. Those things have strange shapes. Jian San said it should be a bow."

“Why use the word should?”

"Because they are all parts, they need to be built and then assembled. Arrow Three was determined based on the shapes of two of the parts."

"Oh... I see. How is his injury?"

"Replying to godfather, he still has to use a cane, but he looks in good spirits and has recovered quite quickly."

"I see. Go ahead...do it cleanly."

"My child understands!"

Dongfang Xun bowed and retreated. The King of Zhenxi sat down at the tea table again and picked up the book to read.

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County Palace.

In the pavilion in the back garden.

He Xiaofeng leaned against a pillar of the pavilion with his arms around him, staring intently at Bai Shaoqiu who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Ok……

This was his sixth day as a doorman at the Princess's Mansion.

During these six days, he had been following the prince's son-in-law almost every step of the way. The son-in-law's behavior during these days had completely changed He Xiaofeng's inherent impression of him.

Bai Shaoqiu's work and rest schedule is extremely regular!

He would get up at the beginning of the Mao hour.

After washing up, I would take a walk in the back garden with my cane.

After breakfast, he would go to the blacksmith shop in the backyard and stay there for about half an hour.

And then... he sat in the pavilion beside the lotus pond and began to practice Qi.

The intervals between his breaths are getting longer and longer!

So much so that He Xiaofeng was a little worried that he was dead.

Because he won't be breathing for a long time.

There was no rise or fall of the chest, no breath from the nose.

But the pulse is beating.

It was really hard to understand, so yesterday when Bai Shaoqiu was practicing Qi, He Xiaofeng went to the palace to ask Lao Yu.

Old Yu was lying on a recliner at the door of the small house in front of the palace.

I looked at the rising sun and thought for a long time, then finally told him...

"It's okay as long as you're not dead!"

Well, there are countless martial arts in the world, and there are always some weird techniques. Maybe what Bai Shaoqiu practices is one of them.

Lao Yu's words put him at ease.

He also looked forward to seeing how Bai Shaoqiu would develop this technique in the future.

Bai Shaoqiu will sit here until noon before waking up.

After lunch, he would go to the blacksmith shop in the backyard and stay for half an hour.

In the afternoon he would close the door on the second floor of the west wing and write something.

Quite mysterious.

Even He Xiaofeng couldn't go in.

In the evening, he would go downstairs again, have dinner, drink a pot of tea, and then walk in the garden for half an hour with his cane, saying it was to help digestion.

This is the time when Bai Shaoqiu communicates with me the most.

They talked about the past and also asked about the current situation of Xiling City.

After sunset, he would go back to his room to meditate and practice.

This guy won't wake up until the early hours of the morning.

He went to bed.

He woke up again at the beginning of the Mao hour.

Judging from the contact over the past six days, this guy is an extremely self-disciplined person!

However, he did not write another poem, but he maintained enough enthusiasm for this internal power technique.

Compared with the previous playboy who loved eating, drinking, having fun, and going to gambling houses and brothels... he was completely different.

He Xiaofeng was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at the present Bai Shaoqiu, thinking about the past Bai Shaoqiu, and suddenly he understood the true meaning of the saying "A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold."

Just when He Xiaofeng was wondering why this guy had changed so much, Qing'er walked in with a young man.

The young man looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look around openly, so he looked a little... vulgar.

Qing'er brought the man to the outside of the pavilion.

She looked at her brother-in-law who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and waved at He Xiaofeng.

He Xiaofeng walked over lazily with his arms folded and a dogtail grass in his mouth.

"What gate room?"

“…Call me Mr. He!”

Qing'er rolled her eyes at him. "His name is Zhao Xiaoshu. He's the one who blocked the arrow for my uncle the day he was assassinated... He's a brave man!"

"He said there was a letter that needed to be delivered to the young master personally."

"I'll leave the person in your hands. Tell the young master when he wakes up."

He Xiaofeng glanced at Zhao Xiaoshu. This guy was tall and strong, but he looked a little wretched.

His brows furrowed slightly, "Have you ever blocked an arrow for him?"

"Ah, I'm actually the young master's coachman. The young master was attacked that day, and the situation was extremely dangerous. I naturally couldn't let the young master be in danger..."

"So he picked up the knife, blocked a few arrows for the young master, and killed two assassins by the way."

As soon as these words came out, He Xiaofeng immediately looked at him with new eyes:

"...That's impressive, you know martial arts?"

Zhao Xiaoshu shook his head embarrassedly: "I have served in the western border army for a few years. I don't know any martial arts, but I know one principle."

"What's the point?"

"The barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes,"

"Death is not scary. Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again!"

He Xiaofeng's eyes showed admiration.

He patted Zhao Xiaoshu on the shoulder and said seriously, "These are two different principles!"

"But you're right. Your name is Zhao Xiaoshu?"

"Exactly. My humble name is Zhao Xiaoshu, and the Fourth Young Master is my elder brother."

I'm going!

He Xiaofeng was shocked.

This wretched fellow in patched clothes actually worshipped the Fourth Young Master as his elder brother!

I also saved Bai Shaoqiu's life...

This is incredible!

"Brother Xiaoshu, come here, sit here."

"Qing'er, go make us a pot of tea!"

Qing'er curled her lips and turned away. "I'm the head steward of the Princess's Mansion, and you're the doorman... But considering how hard you've worked to protect my son-in-law, I wouldn't mind making you a pot of tea."

Only then did Zhao Xiaoshu dare to look up and look He Xiaofeng straight in the eye.

He originally thought that this young man, dressed in gorgeous clothes and carrying two curved sheaths on his back, was a person of very high status in the palace.

It turned out to be just a doorman.

Don’t say it, the palace is different!

Even the doorman looks respectable...his outfit alone is worth a lot of money.

It's quite intimidating!

So, in front of He Xiaofeng's shocked gaze, Zhao Xiaoshu reached out a hand and patted his shoulder, saying in a vulgar tone:

"Brother He, do you still need a concierge here?"