Eagle's Double Yolk Egg

In the midst of studying and laughing, another three years passed, and Huang Lian's handwriting was finally able to see people.

And Huang Rong has already learned the Bibo Palm, Luoying Excalibur Palm, and Yuxiao Sword is currently learning the Luoying Excalibur, and it's time to learn the Lanhua Fuxue Hand.

But Huang Lian is still learning, and Lan Hua brushes her acupuncture points.

It has to be said that Huang Lian really has no talent in learning martial arts.

But he learned a bit slowly, but Huang Lian's internal strength has also increased a lot, and his lightness kung fu is better than Huang Rong's, but Huang Lian never competes with Huang Rong. He said that good men don't fight with women. Is the real reason? Fear of losing is also the tacit answer of everyone.

At this time, Huang Rong and Huang Lian were already nine years old. Girls developed early, and the nine-year-old Huang Rong grew a lot taller, even a head taller than Huang Lian.

Compared with Huang Rong, Huang Lian is more like a radish that hasn't grown up yet.

Regarding this, Huang Lian was very depressed. He insisted on leapfrogging every morning, but he didn't grow taller.

Although Huang Yaoshi taught them martial arts and literature, he didn't watch them every day. He spent more time sitting alone in his wife's tomb or building boats.

Huang Lian knew the reason why Huang Yaoshi built the boat, and he wanted to accompany his wife when he and Huang Rong were grown up.

Huang Lian was sitting in the gazebo, shaking her feet, her hair changed from two small bags to a half-sized bag, wrapped in a blue square scarf, and the clothes of the same color were embroidered with pictures of kittens fluttering butterflies. Holding the book, I didn't turn a page for a long time.

Since he couldn't read it, Huang Lian simply stopped reading. The book was put aside, and he began to think seriously with his chin resting on his hands.

Do you want to let the old urchin out first?

Huang Rong was scolded by Huang Yaoshi for bringing food and drinks to the old naughty boy, so she left Peach Blossom Island in a fit of anger, and finally met Guo Jing. If the old naughty boy had been taken away in advance, wouldn't such a thing have happened?

But if the old naughty boy is released, will there be nothing in the future, and let Huang Rong stay in Peach Blossom Island for the rest of his life, okay?

The most important thing is, if you don't go out and attract Hong Qigong and the others, then there is no way for them to take away that luxurious funeral boat by accident, that Huang Yaoshi...

Huang Lian was in a dilemma. It turned out that the golden finger was not so easy to open.

Puffing her cheeks and thinking for a long time, Huang Lian couldn't think of a way, she scratched her hair, Huang Lian decided not to think about it, but to accompany Huang Yaoshi.

After all, Yaoshi Huang is very lonely.

Huang Lian went directly to the tomb where the incense was buried, because at this time, Huang Yaoshi was usually there with his wife.

It is not as gloomy as a general cemetery, but rather elegant. There are portraits of Feng Heng hanging on the walls all around. , true and beautiful.

These are all drawn by Huang Yaoshi himself, which shows his deep affection for his wife.

Huang Lian walked in, and saw Huang Yaoshi wearing a blue gown, sitting on a chair, holding a jade flute, playing a tune.

Seeing Huang Lian coming in, she didn't even look at him, and Huang Lian didn't bother, first knelt down on the futon and put incense sticks on Feng Heng.

After all, Feng Heng is also the mother of his body. What's more, Huang Lian admires Feng Heng. Although she only appeared in Huang Yaoshi's memory in "Shooting the Condors", she is smart and has a good memory. The ability not to forget, once silently wrote the lower part of the Nine Yin Scriptures for Huang Yaoshi, word for word, gentle and gentle personality, and very kind to Huang Yaoshi's disciples.

Huang Lian also inherited Feng Heng's good memory. Although it can't be said that he has a photographic memory, he can still remember a book after reading it three or four times.

After burning incense, Huang Lian dragged the futon to the chair where Huang Yaoshi was sitting, and then sat on the futon by himself, leaning on Huang Yaoshi's lap.

Warm, giving a feeling of peace of mind.

When the sound of the flute stopped, Huang Lian had already fallen asleep. Huang Yaoshi held the flute in one hand, looked at his son, and looked at the surrounding portraits with thin lips, "Aheng...wait a minute..."

Huang Rong and Huang Lian looked very much alike, like his late wife Feng Heng, but in comparison, Huang Lian, who was a man, was more like Feng Heng in character.

What's more, Huang Lian was weak but sensible since he was a child, so Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but feel a little more pain.

Ever since Huang Lian was able to run down the field, every time he came here, Huang Lian would follow him in a short time. He didn't cry at such a young age, and after offering incense, he dragged the futon and sat beside him.

I remember that Huang Lian was only a small ball at that time, and because of his poor health, he was thin and weak. Although the futon was not heavy, it was still a bit difficult for him, so he dragged the futon bit by bit with his little buttocks, tired He snorted and didn't ask him to help.

The dragging was not good, and he planted his head on the futon without crying. Instead, he looked at himself carefully, and when he saw that he was not moving, he rubbed his head and continued to drag with a puffy face.

He dragged the futon onto his lap persistently before sitting on it with satisfaction. In the first few times, he accidentally leaned on his lap after falling asleep. Later, seeing that he was not angry, he directly used his leg as a pillow. hug to sleep.

Even a few times, the saliva wets his clothes.

At the beginning, he tolerated it only because it was his and A Heng's child, but after a few years, he got used to having such a child with him when he was with A Heng.

"Aheng, when they grow up, I'll accompany you." Huang Yaoshi didn't show much expression even to Huang Rong and Huang Lian on weekdays, only when facing the portrait of Feng Heng, he showed a little more expression. Very gentle.

Although Huang Rong and Huang Lian were both Huang Yaoshi's children, Huang Yaoshi was more worried about Huang Lian. He always felt that there were many things in the child's mind.

Although this child behaved like an ordinary child, playing in mud with Huang Rong and catching bugs with Huang Rong, but even if this child was playing, it seemed as if he was... on a mission.

Moreover, Huang Lian seldom cried, sometimes Huang Yaoshi even felt that Huang Lian was just watching.

When they were almost three years old, Huang Lian caught a cold. He was not as healthy as Huang Rong, and a small wind and cold could kill Huang Lian.

There were tears in Huang Rong's anxious eyes, but he stubbornly refused to shed them. He tried his best. Several times he felt that the child might not be able to resist and followed his mother away, but Huang Lian didn't. When I woke up, my body was getting better and better.

And, get closer to them.

Although I don't know why, but this is what Huang Yaoshi is happy to see.

Looking at Bai Nennen's son who can run and dance now, how much effort he has spent, but Huang Yaoshi thinks it is worth it, because he is not only the child born of Ah Heng with his life, but also his son Huang Yaoshi.

Not long after, Huang Lian woke up, and dazedly hugged Huang Yaoshi's leg, "Well, Dad...so sleepy."

"Go back to the house and sleep well." Huang Yaoshi said as he put Yuxiao on the table.

"Daddy, Lian'er wants to eat meat tonight." Huang Lian made the request to herself, rubbing her eyes as if she didn't hear Huang Yaoshi's words.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Huang Yaoshi asked back.

Huang Lian's face turned red, who made Huang Yaoshi's pork ribs so delicious? He accidentally ate too much, and he didn't bother to ask the dumb servant to change the water. After drinking the herbal tea, he had a stomachache and diarrhea.

Huang Lian hugged Huang Yaoshi's leg and rubbed her face vigorously, her small body twisted like a twist, "Don't talk about it, Dad, it was a mistake, it was a mistake."

Sure enough, Huang Yaoshi didn't say anything, but decided to let Huang Lian eat porridge and side dishes to nourish his stomach tonight.

"Father, Lian'er Lanhua has already learned the acupuncture points very well, when can I learn new ones?" Looking up at Huang Yaoshi, Huang Lian looked at Huang Yaoshi and asked, "My sister is almost finished learning the acupuncture points. , but Lian'er is still practicing."

Huang Lian was muttering, Huang Yaoshi listened quietly, only answering a few words occasionally, and he was not at all impatient with Huang Lian's unnutritious words.

When Huang Lian had talked about the recipe for four days later, Huang Yaoshi suddenly said, "Supernatural powers." Huang Lian looked at Huang Yaoshi suspiciously, and blinked. The big peach blossom eyes gave people a feeling of bullying .

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized what Huang Yaoshi meant, and immediately opened my mouth, and my eyes turned into crescents of laughter, "Daddy wants to teach Lian'er the magical power of flicking fingers?"

"It's about time." Huang Yaoshi said.

Huang Lian is talented and smart, only because of his weak physique, Huang Yaoshi controls the speed of his martial arts, but now his physique has become much stronger, and he chose the less labor-saving martial arts, so it's fine.

"Daddy is the best." Huang Lian hugged Huang Yaoshi's leg and shook it vigorously, his whole body twisted and twisted excitedly, and twisted into a ball of marijuana again.

Huang Rong and Huang Lian started to learn finger snapping skills at the same time, but after Huang Rong finished learning finger snapping skills, and also learned Yulou Cuiyin Sword and Luoying Sword, Huang Lian's finger snapping skills were considered complete.

They are 11 years old this year.

Huang Rong became more delicate and beautiful, and Huang Lian became more...lazy.

The Yuxiao swordsmanship was the first swordsmanship Huang Lian learned. Even though he used the flute, Huang Lian was excited enough. After all, it was every teenager's dream to fight the sword.

For Huang Lian, who grew up reading martial arts novels every day, seeing Huang Yaoshi who came to teach them the jade flute swordsmanship, his eyes almost glowed green.

When he is proficient, there will always be a time when he can use a sword.

The jade flute sword technique was created by Huang Yaoshi. When it is used, it gives people a feeling of elegance and dust. It is not like fighting kung fu, but more like a sword dance.

Xiao Shi rides the dragon, Qingyin outside the mountain, Jinsheng Yuzheng, Fengqu Changming, Xianggeloutai, Zhaoge Zhongliu's sword moves are subtle and subtle, mainly attacking the enemy's acupoints, and the sword style is chic and elegant.

Huang Lian almost salivated.

Seeing his younger brother's appearance, Huang Rong felt both funny and sad. Although the exquisiteness of Yuxiao swordsmanship was far superior to that of Luoying Excalibur, she had learned many kinds of martial arts after all, and she had long since lost her initial excitement. The younger brother, who has only learned two so far due to physical reasons, reached out and grabbed his hand, "Idiot Lian'er, wipe your drool."

Because Huang Lian was still obsessed with the jade flute swordsmanship, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand foolishly and obediently. After wiping, he realized, "Bastard Rong'er, you're the one drooling."

Huang Lian and Huang Rong used bamboo flutes because they were new to practice. Huang Rong tended to be agile, while Huang Lian was more inclined to strike late.

Huang Yaoshi quietly stood aside and watched, waiting for his children to master the skills before leaving.

As soon as Huang Yaoshi left, Huang Rong stopped, looked at Huang Lian, and asked, "Brother, what do you think it looks like outside?"

Huang Lian was taken aback by Huang Rong's words, and the movements of his hands stopped. Looking at Huang Rong, did Huang Rong already know the old naughty boy at this time?

But why didn't he find out?Or was Huang Rong just curious about the outside world?

"I don't know." Huang Lian replied after thinking for a while, "But it's definitely not as good-looking as ours."

"Your brother hasn't seen it before, how can you be so sure?" Huang Rong held Huang Lian's hand, and they sat in the pavilion to rest together.

"Because this is our home." Huang Lian said with certainty, grabbed Huang Rong's hand again, and shook it in mid-air, "I remember it was said in the book that men and women do not sit at the same age. scolded."

"You are my younger brother." Although Huang Rong had read a lot of books, most of the books on this kind of secular etiquette were read after only a few glances.

"Outsiders don't care about this." Huang Lian murmured, "Besides, we are the only people here who can build our own homes according to our own ideas, which are quiet and beautiful. Outside, there are so many people, we must not build them according to our ideas .”

Huang Rong thought for a while, then nodded, "It's true, although my father at home doesn't like to talk, but most things will depend on us, but the outside is not related to us, so how can he depend on us in everything."