"That man is called Meng Tian, a famous general of the Qin Dynasty, repelled the Xiong Nu, opened up thousands of miles of Yuzhong land, and went so far as to behead Yang Zhou." Meng Li pulls up Meng Zhi's meaty little hand, pokes his head and asks seriously, "Does Zhi'er want to be like Meng Zu when he grows up? Build a career, open up new frontiers, and shine as a member of the Meng clan?"
Meng Zhi was obviously confused by his father, touching his stomach after half a day of screaming, his big round eyes staring at his father, milky voice and pouting: "Father, Zhi'er is hungry."
Meng Li laughed aloud and patted Meng Zhi's small shoulder, letting him go to the back kitchen to find something to eat by himself.
Meng Li has always responded to the requests of his son, who was only acquired in his forties, and has always favored him. Meng family generations from the military, each iron blood sand field, war achievements, Meng Li nineteen years old out of the East China Sea, stationed in the criminal bridge for seven years, can be described as loyal.
Gu country inevitably can not care about the family, Meng Li thirty years old married, Mrs. is his teacher sister, the two have a deep affection, after the wedding flowers and moonlight, each other to support each other is really a beautiful good relationship.
The only pity is that the two children's fate is shallow, married for more than ten years to get Meng Zhi this child.
I heard that on the day of Mrs. Meng's delivery, General Meng Li, wearing armor, has been guarded outside the maternity ward, and heard the baby cry, never know what tears are Meng Li, but also excited red eyes, cover the face and cry.
Although he is favored by Meng Li, Meng Zhi has always been the representative of the good child, he is obedient, kind, never willful and arrogant, bully others. His favorite thing to do is to lie on the railing and watch his father practicing boxing and his mother dancing with a sword.
He envied his mother's hand as fast as lightning long sword, always pulling his mother's dress, lifting up the little head of the voice of the sticky: "Mother, what is the name of your sword technique? How can you practice so fast? Can you teach my child?"
Mrs. Meng bent down and pinched Meng Zhi's fleshy little face and said with a smile, "Mother's swordsmanship is used by girls for self-defense, and Zhi'er is a little man, and should learn boxing and palmsmanship just like his father, to strengthen his muscles and bones and cultivate his body and mind."
"Alas, senior sister this is not true, practice martial arts people if only to strengthen the body, that is not in vain to break this seven feet of body?"
"Elder brother, Zi Zi child is still small, you don't say all day you those axioms. You can't wait until he's a little older to talk about your ideals and ambitions?"
Mrs. Meng took the long shirt that Meng Li took off and pretended to complain. Meng Li smiled and pulled the lady's hand: "I said madam, Zhen Zhen is already four years old, just now in the study I have told my father, let him write a letter to the Shaolin Temple uncle, begging him to accept Zhen Zhen as a lay disciple."
Mrs. Meng is not a young girl who does not understand the world, silent for a moment, also nodded his head in agreement: "Shaolin martial arts is robust and calm, profound and unpredictable, pay attention to the unity of Zen and martial arts, the most can be rested in the heart of the quiet, not moved by external things. If Zhen Zi'er can join the Shaolin sect, it is naturally the best choice."
In this way, the four-year-old Meng Zhi was sent to the Shaolin Temple's uncle by Meng Li when he was clamoring for more fresh milk cake, and when he jumped on his horse and prepared to go down the mountain, he heard Meng Zhi howling behind him, "Father, when are you going to come to pick me up and take me home."
Meng Li flung his horse whip, did not turn around, just the same loud response: "Ten years later."
At that time, Meng Zhi did not understand the difference between ten years and ten days, and thought that time was just a few years after what his grandfather said in his mouth, and then the sea changed, and everything had an end.
But in reality, which second does not require him to be born next.
But the good thing is that he is Meng Zhi, is the study of martial arts as obsessive, gifted Meng Zhi. In the first two years of his life, he practiced the Luo Han Fist and the Vajra Palm, which are the most common Shaolin kung fu, and the average disciple only wants to be skillful, but Meng Zhi is different, he practiced every move and every style until he was satisfied with it, and sometimes he had to practice it more than 1,000 times before he gave up.
The abbot of Shaolin, Guru Wuan, once overheard Meng Zhi practicing at the top of a mountain, and said to his youngest disciple, "If Shaolin has a child like this, he will not fall in the millennium.
But just as unfortunate is that he is Meng Zhi, the one who is not good at talking and expressing himself. The first time he was sent to Shaolin at the age of four, his father, Meng Li, did not allow him to go home to visit his family, and he wrote very few letters, always urging him to study hard and not to let down their high hopes.
Meng Zhi is puzzled why his father, who doted on him before, would become strange and distant overnight.
Even though he has practiced Shaolin's most advanced martial arts, and has been personally instructed by the abbot, he has passed on the "Shao Yang Shen Gong" to protect his body.
Even though he has learned all the Shaolin's profound martial arts, and has been personally instructed by the abbot to pass on the "Shaoyang Divine Power" to protect his body, he is still a 12 or 13 year old boy, and has the same worries and confusion of the world's youth.
"March partridges swimming in the mountains, April river flows everywhere. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this."
That morning, after Meng Zhi's morning exercise, when he was walking to the tea garden, he suddenly heard the sound of singing coming from the tea garden.
The voice curls, voice delicate, different from the Jinling accent, sounds like a piece of Jiangnan. Meng Zhi brow wrinkled, this tea garden is Shaolin Temple unique tea garden, which expert can avoid the ears and eyes of the brothers, straight into the mountain to?
Meng Zhi followed the intermittent sound to go, in the tea garden in the south, in April in the late spring, the tea garden in the fog, water, Meng Zhi can only see a positive to their own basket, and the back of the back to their own are concentrating on tea picking.
"Who are you? How dare you enter Shaolin alone?" The voice was young but loud enough, and Meng Zhi, stick in hand, looked up and questioned.
The back of the seemingly did not expect someone to appear here, nervous "ah", hands shaking, the hands of the tea leaves fell to the ground.
She slowly turned back, holding a red face, with a crying voice: "Please do not hit the brother, the slave is just to pick tea leaves?"
Meng Zhi see in front of this than his own several years younger than the little lady, shivering, tears spinning, thin and weak, not the slightest will not be the appearance of martial arts.
He awkwardly put down the long stick, bent down to pick up the tea leaves and blow off the dust, put it in her basket, said, "This tea garden is Shaolin Temple's, outsiders can not enter, how did you get in?"
The little lady listened hard to make sure she got what Meng Zhi meant, and whispered, "It was father who rowed the boat to send the slave here, the little river behind the mountain."
Meng Zhi nodded, thoughtfully, "No wonder your brothers didn't notice you. How about this, I'll send you to the little river first, otherwise when the patrolling senior brother comes, he'll have to chastise you."
When the little lady heard the word "chastisement", she subconsciously stepped back, her two small hands clenched into fists, her shoulders shaking slightly.
Meng Zhi realized that he had said the wrong thing, and did not know how to remedy the situation, so he could only pick up the little lady's basket and said unnaturally, "Let's go."
Along the way, Meng Zhi in the front, the little lady in the back, look at each other speechless, the atmosphere is awkward, walked to the shade, the two sat down to rest for a moment.
The little girl called softly: "Big brother, what is your name?"
Meng Zhi long in Shaolin, rarely talk to the girl, for a time it seems formal, only answered: "Meng Zhi."
At this point, the young lady has been clear that Meng Zhi is a Shaolin lay disciple, the beginning of the nervousness and fear is no longer, replaced by a girl's innocence and lovely.
She smiled sweetly at Meng Zhi: "My name is Li, single name Rong word, born in Jiangnan, with father to the capital to earn a living."
Her voice is still not loud, but it is calm, giving people a feeling that they can get close to her. Meng Zhi heard her only mention her father, so he asked in passing, "Your mother?"
The smile that still hangs on the lips of the little lady was hastily withdrawn, her eyes slightly lowered, her voice trembling and completely unlike the brightness of a moment ago: "Mother died a long time ago, there is only me and father."
Meng Zhi saw her hands wringing, face sad, know that he said the wrong thing again, he did not know how to comfort, so he had to change the topic to start chatting about their own things: "I was four years old into the Shaolin, there have been eight, nine years have not gone home. My father does not allow me to go back, and does not come to visit me, just let me practice martial arts, I doubt they still want me."
These words to put aside in the usual, Meng Zhi is no matter how will not say out, he hides these in his heart, every night to ponder, take out to reassemble and put back, although his doubts naive a little ridiculous, but for a child who left home at the age of four, those words those confused, is more important than heaven and earth are important matters.
"Brother Meng, don't worry, my father said, the child is the most difficult to part with the attachment of parents, although I have not seen your mother and father. But dad has never lied to me, I believe what he said. Your father and mother must want to see you very much and are not coming to see you for necessary reasons. They will be very happy when you can come home one day."
Understanding between children is often more accurate than that of adults, and Li Rong's words may not be understood by others, but Meng Zhi understands them.
He gratefully looked at this little lady in front of him, wanted to say words to the edge of the mouth, and then swallowed, and so walk, finally came to the back of the mountain by the river, and really saw a man in his thirties, is holding a boat and waiting.
"Brother Meng, father came to pick me up, thank you today. Surprisingly, the tea garden is owned by the Shaolin Temple, so I can't take these tea leaves, you bring them back so that you can brew them into a new pot of tea."
Li Rong did not wait for Meng Zhi's reply, took down the tea leaves in the basket, wrapped them in cloth and sent them to Meng Zhi.
On the bow of the boat, Li Rong is wearing a lotus root color hair band, blown by the wind, reflecting in Meng Zhi's eyes and imprinted on Meng Zhi's heart.
"Li Rong..."
"Hmm... Brother Meng?"
"... It's okay... Bye."
Years later, Meng Li gradually retired from the sands, and Meng Zhi returned. First into the Red Flame Army, and then transferred to the forbidden army, he repeatedly asked Mrs. Meng to look for a girl in the city of Jinling, surnamed Li Rong.