Beijing suburbs, Shilipo.
On the martial arts field, two soldiers were competing. Both of them used the narrow-backed and long-blade Yanling Dao to go back and forth for dozens of strokes. The people in a circle outside, called out a few times from time to time.
Situ Jin was cleaning the weapons on the weapon rack, and glanced at the situation on the field from time to time.
The day after he came here, he was slaughtered. The barracks was not like the Yulin Guards. The soldiers in the Yulin Guards were all military attachés who had received serious martial arts exams, or were the children of noble families. However, the soldiers in the barracks were mixed, and there were many who came from rogues and beggars. The new recruits have just entered the camp, and they will inevitably be tortured by the veterans. It is common to bring tea and water to the chamber pot, or else take refuge in a boss and give him a saddle and a horse as a younger brother. By the second year, when I became a veteran, I could bully other recruits.
This is the tradition handed down from the ancestors in the military camp.
Situ Jin is relatively lucky. Because of his appearance that he should not be approached by strangers, the fellows thought that he was not like a bully, so they gave him a job of cleaning weapons. Situ Jin likes this job very much. He doesn't have many friends, and the sword is his closest companion. He feels that it is easier to get along with the sword than with people.
The people on the field played hard. Situ Jin finished wiping the last long spear, standing on the periphery and looking up. Now that the man with the long face obviously has the upper hand, he cut the other person several times and almost pushed the other person to the edge of the high platform. His swordsmanship is simple and unpretentious. It sounds good, but he walks the road of opening and closing. If it sounds ugly, it is brute force. Smashing on the opponent's blade, both knives sounded overwhelmed with long beeps.
Situ Jin shook his head, such a person does not understand knives.
The long-faced man slashed again, his opponent's toes tapped on the ground, and he turned to avoid it. Situ Jin sighed softly: "Wrong."
"Oh? What's wrong?" Someone came over and asked.
Situ Jin said flatly, "Using a knife like a hammer, he doesn't understand the knife."
Sure enough, before Situ Jin had finished speaking, the long-faced man let out a painful cry. It turned out that the opponent had really hit him on the ankle with the back of the knife. The situation that had gained the upper hand was suddenly reversed, and the man did not stand firm and rolled off the high platform. Everyone was applauding, and Situ Jin turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute," said the man who asked the question just now, "This comrade just commented so well, and he must be quite accomplished in swordsmanship."
Situ Jin's sluggish nerves felt a little wrong in these words, and turned to look at the man suspiciously.
The long-faced man who had just been kicked off the stage walked behind the man and whispered, "Big brother."
The man smiled a little maliciously and said, "My two brothers began to learn swords from their father when they were five years old, and they learned the most powerful Fengxue Twelve Swords in Shuobei, so far no one has said that my brothers do not understand swords. My brother is just fine. He is still young and his swordsmanship is not profound. But he is not a talented swordsman. Although he cannot be said to be the only one in the world, even Garuda of Qiye Garan encounters my sword. Consider it first. Hmph, but I don't know this comrade, what's your ability?"
Situ Jin: "..."
The Twelve Swords of Wind and Snow is the worst knife technique in Shuobei. Almost everyone can draw the moves in a few moves, such as "Feihong Yinxue" and "Returning Wind to Snow", but in fact, there are knife records circulating on the street. Nine out of ten are fake. Situ Jin never read those sword manuals, he just followed those swordsmen passing by the town to practice ignorantly, and he learned a few tricks when they taught him.
He doesn't even know the names of these moves, and he slashes at the stake day after day with his brows stunned. The nameless moves have long been integrated into his bones and blood, and he knows how to swing the knife as long as he holds the handle.
It wasn't until he encountered Garuda in the palace that he knew that he was practicing the Snow Wind Sword. Garuda once assassinated the descendant of the Wind Snow Sword. She had seen the real Wind Snow Sword. She said it was, then this must be it.
He remembered that in the poor town of Shuobei, in the dense snow, the swordsmen of Luotuo cut off a beautiful knife.
A real snow blower can cut through heavy snow.
Situ Jin actually wanted to say that when you meet Garuda, eight lives are not enough to survive, but he has always been gentle and restrained, and only said: "I only said that your brother doesn't understand, not that you don't understand."
The man hummed: "If that's the case, let's try to compete, but I'll ask you for advice to see if I understand knives or not!"
"Do you understand what's none of my business?" Situ Jin finally got a little impatient and said, "I haven't cleaned the weapons on the other side yet, I'm very busy."
"Give him the knife!" The man glared at a pair of copper bell-sized eyes and shouted recklessly.
Someone threw a goose ling knife to Situ Jin, but Situ Jin reluctantly took it. The man drew the knife out of its sheath and stared at him fiercely.
Bored people always like to do boring things. Situ Jin had no choice, he estimated that he could solve him with a few tricks, and determined that there was no delay in wiping the weapon, so he also pulled out the scabbard, held the hilt in his backhand, and hid the blade behind his elbow.
Everyone laughed when they saw it. How to fight the enemy with a knife in their backhand
The man also smiled and said, "Who taught you this trick? Kill the pig?"
Situ Jin glanced at him and said nothing. His eyes had an understatement of indifference, as if looking at insignificant dust, and just one glance made the man's evil fire rise.
The man shouted, raised the knife in both hands, and rushed towards Situ Jin.
Situ Jin didn't move, he maintained the posture of holding the knife in his backhand, and didn't even lift his eyelids. The strong knife wind was close at hand, and the man's knife was like a hammer of a thousand pounds, slashing head-on with the momentum of wind and thunder. Situ Jin stepped aside and took a step forward. The contact between the two people was only for a moment, and they met and separated in an instant, standing with their backs to each other.
Victory and defeat.
Everyone only had time to see the man move a mountain and move a mountain, but no one saw the long blade in Situ Jin's hand flashing a clear arc. Only the man noticed, he gasped sharply, and reached out to touch his waist. There was a long slit in the fabric on his waist, revealing the bronzed skin inside.
Everyone was silent, and Situ Jin put his sword into its sheath expressionlessly, and said in a low voice, "I'll give it up."
The man's face turned red and white for a while, and he was dealt with in one move, and he lost all face. Suddenly, a pile of applause sounded, and a man in a helmet and armor walked in, rubbed his palms and laughed: "You are young, but your kung fu is good."
Everyone clasped their fists and said, "See Lu Dusi."
Lu Dusi looked at Situ Jin and asked, "What's your name?"
"Situ Jin."
"It turned out to be you," Lu Dusi nodded. "You are Xuanhe's eighteenth-year champion of Wu. I've heard your name."
Everyone gasped, but the man sneered, since he was the champion of Wu, why did he come to this barracks as a Qiu Ba? He was so happy that he scolded himself without noticing.
Lu Dusi said again: "I heard that you were demoted. Young people, don't be discouraged. You still have a long way to go. Being demoted for a while is not a big deal. You can still make good achievements in the Fifth Army Camp. Do you think so!"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Yes!"
"No, the opportunity is here! There is a word from above, this afternoon, the emperor will hunt deer in the paddock of Xishan, and I will pick people to hunt with the nobles. This is a good opportunity to be promoted to the rank, whoever will come and recommend it! "
Everyone looked at each other and took a step back.
What Lu Dusi said was better than singing. What is "hunting with the nobles" is actually hiding in the woods. Seeing which prey the princes and grandsons are staring at, they shoot whichever one. The eunuchs are holding the arrow The prey is only said to be shot by nobles. If you encounter a prince or aristocrat who is better at archery, you happen to also hit the prey. If the prey is hit with two arrows, the eunuch will quietly pull out one and leave only one arrow. Still hold up.
That's all there is to it, but it's not difficult to hide in the woods and shoot a few deer. However, I was afraid that the arrows of some ignorant princes and nobles would fly around without long eyes. The year before last, a soldier of 3,000 battalions fell with blood mold and was hit by an arrow from an unknown prince or an uncle, and died on the spot. Even if the court lost money, it was over. The poor family all depended on his meager salary. People said that it was gone, and the family had no hope. The old man took the child and threw himself into the river.
The man who competed with Situ Jin turned his eyes, pointed at Situ Jin and said, "There is someone to choose from. Situ is the champion of martial arts, and he is also a first-class expert in archery. Why don't you let him go."
Lu Dusi smiled and said, "I mean exactly that." After that, he turned to look at Situ Jin and said, "Go back and prepare, come to me later."
Situ Jin bowed his head in response. The man walked up to him and said with a smile: "You really know the knife well, it's not that you know whether you know the arrow or not, and the arrow understands you. Hahaha!"
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The forest is as deep as the sea, and a long wind blows.
The turbulent waves of the branches and leaves came one after another, and the rustling leaves and the cicadas roared into the ears. Skylight leaked through the gaps between the leaves, like gold shavings leaking, and bright dust fluttered in it.
Situ Jin sat on the horse, carrying a long bow, and looked at the people and horses in front of him from a distance. In addition to him, there are several archers in the forest, all of them in groups of three or five, scattered all over the forest, so that they can hunt the prey that the princes and nobles fancy at any time.
The leader was the eldest prince, riding on a maroon-red sweaty horse, which is said to be a new tribute horse from Fanbang. Given to the First Prince. Next to him, following step by step, was the Director of Li, who was in charge of Yin Weide, wearing a Ta hat, a narrow-sleeved moiré flying fish shirt, a red lacquered knife with shark skin on his waist, a bow bag and a quiver hanging immediately, followed by a team of Fanzi, all painted gold black gauze hats, sunflower collar shirts.
Weide didn't seem to know how to ride a horse yet, and a young eunuch in Tsing Yi led his horse and walked slowly. Situ Jin looked at the little eunuch. He lowered his head, and his every move was submissive. He was thin, with thin shoulders and a familiar look.
Behind him, an archer sighed in a low voice, "Look at this pomp, look at this dress, if others don't tell me, who would know that Eunuch Wei was a slave? I saw that even in front of the prince, it would not be too much."
"Isn't that true? It's not an exaggeration to say that he is half the master. It's really strange these days. The good ones are no match for the bad ones. We might as well just cut them off." Someone agreed.
Wei De started at a very young age. He was a self-castrated Wumingbai in the past. On the way to being sent into the army, he encountered the car of the late emperor. Before the royal horse was in front of him, he rushed out of the prison team and looked at the dust. , The late emperor had a heart of pity, and brought him into the palace to be assigned to Emperor Xuanhe, who was still the third prince at the time, as a great companion. Emperor Xuanhe was born and his mother died. He was disgusted by the dog when he beat the villain. He was beaten to death by other princes. The palms are all red.
Weide alone takes good care of it. When other princes beat him, Weide couldn't fight back, so he held him in his arms, kicked several shoe prints on his back, and comforted him as if nothing was wrong. He couldn't sleep because of the pain in his palm, and Weide blew with his mouth over and over again. No one would play with him, so Weid rode him as a horse and as a dog.
The difficulty of descendants is the fault of the old Gao family's ancestors. Fortunately, with such a thin child, Daqi has been passed down for more than a dozen generations. When it came to Emperor Xuanhe, there were more brothers and sisters than before, with three sons and one daughter. However, the first two princes fought each other to win the throne, and both were injured. They stretched their necks and kicked their legs and died. The throne was like a pie that fell from the sky, falling on the head of Emperor Xuan He.
Emperor Xuan He was almost stunned by his head, and the temper that was originally suppressed by his two elder brothers was released. Since he ascended the throne, he has built a leopard room, traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, participated in beauty pageants, and did absurd things all over, but he ignored the government. The power of this batch of red fell into the hands of Weide.
As a result, the East Factory was prosperous, prisons flourished, the eunuch party was powerful, and the people of all officials were panicked. The emperor only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, and Weide covered the sky with one hand. Even if Yuan Fu of the dynasty saw Weide, he would respectfully greet him.
These words cannot be said on the open face, everyone only dares to sigh in their hearts, Dongchang Fanzi is pervasive, and even the Pai Gow that officials touch at home can be picked up into the palace, let alone these whispers. If Weide knew that someone was chewing his tongue behind his back, he would definitely not be able to eat it.
Situ Jin didn't answer, he looked at Weide's dark horse and frowned slightly.
I don't know if it's an illusion or not, the horse seems to be a little crooked when walking.
The eldest prince over there laughed a few times when he was excited, flicked his whip, and galloped wildly. Wei De waved his hand at the little eunuch, the little eunuch stood aside, and Wei De also raised his horse whip and was about to catch up.
Surprised.
Before running a few steps, the black horse suddenly neighed, knelt on both front hooves, and the whole horse fell to the side. Weide was shocked, and his body maintained a precarious balance for a short period of time. Finally, it failed to hold on and fell from the horse's back. down.
Everyone's faces were full of horror, but the fans were too far away, and the far water could not save the near fire, so they could only watch Weide fall down like dead grass.
Only the little eunuch saw this and rushed out like an arrow from the string. Just before Weide fell, he rushed to the bottom and made him a human cushion. Weide was in his early 60s this year, and the dark horse was as tall as a man. He would have to die if he didn't fall apart. Although the little eunuch's body was thin, he acted as a buffer, and the two fell to the ground together. Weide let out an "ouch", the tartar on his head rolled on the ground, and turned around a few times.
The moment the little eunuch fell to the ground, Situ Jin saw his face clearly. His cold eyebrows and tightly pursed lips were the Shen Jue he had seen before.
Shen Jue hugged Weide and hit a sharp stone on his arm, blood dripped in an instant, covering half of his sleeves, and he felt a pain in his heart.
Weide in front of him was in shock and his hair was messy. He panted heavily to examine the dark horse that fell on the ground and couldn't stand up, gritted his teeth and said, "Someone is trying to harm our family! Someone is trying to harm our family!" , pointed at Shen Jue and asked, "You... What's your name, who is in charge of feeding this horse? Come, come! Call Yan Ang's trashy snack to our house!"
Shen Jue knelt on the ground, kowtowed and replied, "The slave is Shen Jue from the Fourth Ganxi Institute, and the horse was originally guarded by Eunuch Cao, the stable of the Imperial Horse Prison. A few days ago Eunuch Yan said that Eunuch Cao was ill, so he asked the slave to come. Help me for a class. Slaves... Slaves never thought of this mistake, I hope Eunuch Wei forgives me!"
A stack of words, pick yourself clean. Shen Jue knocked her head on the ground, hiding the dark shadows in her eyes.
"What did Yan Ang want you to do with the Royal Horse Supervisor?" Wei De's eyes were splitting, "Yan Ang is so good, we haven't kicked our legs yet, so he's even thinking about our family's head!"
The first prince heard the movement, turned his horse's head, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Suddenly, a cold arrow from the slanted stab hit the sweaty horse's butt, and the blood immediately flowed out. The sweaty horse was in pain, and rushed towards Shen Jue and Weide. The eldest prince paled in dismay and tried to tighten the reins, but the sweaty horse refused to obey and rushed forward without hesitation.
The horse's hooves kicked the ground and splashed the dust, and the sound of the tuk-tuk was like a drum, and Shen Jue and Weide could almost feel the vibration of the ground. They were too close, and there was no time to dodge, Shen Jue's pupils shrank, Weide's face turned pale with fright, and he watched the iron-grey horse's hooves approaching rapidly. In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed in Weide's mind, and a hand like a dry claw gripped Shen Jue's arm tightly. At the moment when the two of them looked at each other, Weide pulled Shen Jue in front of him.
He actually wanted to use Shen Jue as a meat shield to resist the horse's hoof!
Weide's eyes were wide open, his eyes were cloudy like a deep pool, and Shen Jue's pale face was reflected in it.