"Why do you want to be a personal soldier?" It seemed that Zhong Mingwei was also very curious about this. He flipped through the booklet that Pang Yi handed over, while lowering his head to read the information recorded on it. "No father and no mother, I have been eager to learn since I was a child, and I have read the "Four Books" and "Five Classics". I am good at Danqing and master the rhythm." Read here. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but hooked his lips and smiled, while looking at the young man named He Chengzhi, "I'm afraid you have gone to the wrong door. This king is recruiting personal soldiers, not champions."
Then He Chengzhi knelt on the ground, but looked at Zhong Mingwei with a pair of bright eyes. Not waiting for a trace of timidity: "Does the prince think that there are no people with both civil and military skills in this world?"
"Oh? So you plan to open my eyes to this king today?" Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. He liked this young man named He Chengzhi very much. To be selected by Pang Yi, he must have good legs and feet. It's just that he's not a warrior. This is a proud scholar. Very rare.
"Since the prince admires him, his subordinates are naturally willing to make a fool of himself." Then He Chengzhi was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Master. Brother He's swordsmanship is amazing," Pang Yi bent down. He whispered in Zhong Mingwei's ear, "He is a rare master."
To be praised so much by Pang Yi, Zhong Mingwei naturally wanted to see it. It's just that the room is a bit cramped, he changed his mind, and simply asked them to go outside to make gestures, then walked to the door, opened the curtain, and said to He Chengzhi: "You have fought with Pang Yi, can you block it? Teach him a hundred tricks, this king will not only choose you to enter the mansion, but also give you double the monthly salary."
"The subordinates are not welcome," He Chengzhi got up from the ground, smiled at Pang Yi, and clasped his fists, "Guard Pang, please!"
"Brother He, please!" Pang Yi also cupped his fists at him, and the two strode out of the main hall one after the other.
"I really want to fight!" Meiya also stood up in a hurry, took out the cloak and put it on Zhong Mingwei, and put it on herself. She and Zhong Mingwei stood in the corridor at the door, watching the people in the courtyard retreat one after another. A large space was left for Pang Yi and He Chengzhi. This was Meiya's first time watching someone compete. She was very excited. She moved to Zhong Mingwei's side and whispered, "I see that He Chengzhi, although thin, , but quite imposing, Ming Wei, do you think Pang Yi can stop it?"
"If Pang Yi knew what you said, he would definitely vomit blood with anger," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, while looking at the two people standing opposite each other in the yard, and then said, "But He Chengzhi doesn't seem like a showman, It shouldn't be bad at work."
People like He Chengzhi came to the mansion today to meet Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, so it is impossible to bring a sword, so Pang Yi broke off two red plums, handed one of them to He Chengzhi, and said with a smile: "He Brother, let's simply be generous today!"
"What Guard Pang said is true." He Chengzhi took the branch of red plum and held it in his hand. He stared blankly at the branch of red plum in full bloom. He seemed a little crazy, and before Pang Yi could return to the original place, he had already stomped his feet on the ground, and flew towards Pang Yi as soon as he got up.
Pang Yi quickly turned backwards, dodging the plum branch that was poking at him head-on, then lowered his head, turned around and got behind He Chengzhi, before he was about to grab He Chengzhi's collar, He Chengzhi's foot had already kicked him. He landed in his hand, and turned over in the air with his strength. The plum branch in his hand twirled and poked at Pang Yi's body. Pang Yi lifted his foot and kicked him on the shoulder. He Chengzhi's body He tilted, turned somersaults and landed on the ground, backed up seven or eight steps and hit the swing with a "bang" sound, and finally stood still. He hit it a bit hard, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he clutched his chest toward the swing. A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the ground.