The next day, early in the morning.

When Mu Jing got up from the wing room in the backyard of the post station, he had back pain and leg cramps, this broken place was not generally uncomfortable, it was particularly uncomfortable, fortunately it didn't rain, if it rained, Mu Jing felt that he still had the possibility of becoming a soup chicken.

He has the habit of practicing martial arts in the morning, fighting on the battlefield, nothing is as reliable as his martial arts, so he has never left behind his martial arts, although his talent is a little worse, but with the support of Zhang Ning's holy hand medicine, he can be regarded as a small success in internal strength, a first-class martial artist.

In the empty courtyard of the post station, he punched hard, and his whole body was refreshed.

"Jin Jiu, come, let's face the opponent!"

Mu Jing suddenly raised his sword, and pointed at Jin Jiu, the commander of the Divine Guard Battalion who was standing in front of him.

"Lord, it's not okay!"

Jin Jiu was the first Taiping Shenwei to follow Zhang Ning to follow the Mu family, young, belligerent, and with a lot of room for growth, the older batch of Taiping Shenwei generals over the years have basically either died in battle, or have retired to Jingping Wubeitang.

His kung fu can be regarded as first-class, second only to Zhang Huoxia, only half a step away from the internal strength condensation, and he is currently the captain who is in charge of the Shenwei battalion.

"I'll let you come!" Mu Jing said proudly: "Today I will let you see, what is a late bloomer!" ”

"Then you're welcome!"

Jin Jiuke didn't have too much fear of Mu Jing, and it was not good to say that the old batch of Taiping Divine Guards were all loyal to Zhang Ning, and it was the newly recruited rangers who were loyal to Mu Jing.

Jin Jiu's weapon is naturally a Taiping hook, but he also uses a sword well, and his swordsmanship is a little elegant, and the ranger's path is fast and gorgeous, lacking lethality.

And Mu Jing's swordsmanship, that is the real killing sword.

This is taught by Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong is proficient in swordsmanship and archery, but when he reaches the realm of martial arts, he is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and it is easy to teach a martial artist in the realm of Mujing.

And Huang Zhong is different from Jin Jiu, who was born in Taiping Dao and has a lineage, he was also born as a ranger, but most of his martial arts have been sharpened from the army, and among the sword moves, the killing intent is obvious.

The two fought for more than 30 rounds, and above the momentum, Jin Jiu had been suppressed, Mu Jing's sword was as fierce as a tiger, as violent as rain, dense, and all aspects were suppressing Jin Jiu's sword path.

"Taiping Hook!"

In the end, Jin Jiu really couldn't stop Mu Jing's sword moves, so he could only be forced out of his weapon, the iron hook shot, the internal strength exploded, and Mu Jing was forced back with one move.

Mu Jing was shocked by the powerful force, and he took five or six steps back before he stood firm, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that my internal breath is still not as good as yours, it is too far behind, even if the sword moves are exquisite, they can't stop your strength!" ”

Martial arts are nothing more than internal breath and tricks, internal breath is fundamental, and tricks are skills to exert strength, his swordsmanship is good, but the internal breath is a little far worse than Jin Jiu.

Jin Jiu couldn't burst his strength with a sword, but with the Taiping Hook he used, he felt that he couldn't block three moves at most, and he would be given seconds by Jin Jiu.

"The lord is not very old, he has studied hard in Japan, and there is still hope of climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Jin Jiu arched his hand and said.

"The martial arts training qualifications are not as good as others, in the words of Huang Hansheng's house, if it weren't for the fact that Youji often uses cherished herbs to lust for me, strengthen my physique, and consolidate my foundation, I'm afraid I'm still just a third-rate martial artist now!"

Mu Jing smiled bitterly.

Some things are really innate, such as Zhang Ning, her martial arts training qualifications are better than Mu Jing, I don't know how many times, the same set of swordsmanship, Mu Jing practiced for ten days, before she could touch a little bit of artistic conception, she practiced for a day, and she had already comprehended it.

It's incomparable.

"Lord, Shamoko has entered the city!" Lei Hu walked quickly across the corridor, walked into the school field of the post station courtyard, and said with a report.

"Looks like I underestimated him!"

Mu Jing wiped his sweat: "Since he has the courage to come in, then I have to meet him for a while!" ”

"I'm going to meet him!"

Lei Hu said.

"No!" Mu Jing said: "I will go in person, the etiquette is mutual, he Shamoke understands the etiquette, we have to be more careful, he dares to come in, I dare to welcome him personally!" ”

With that, Mu Jing went back to the courtyard and changed into a set of crown clothes, and then went out of the door of the post station.

Shamoke and his party were unconventional, and they all wore different weapons, and they looked vicious, so as soon as they entered the door, they were already surrounded by the patrol of Fuling County.

Now the county soldier model has been abolished, replaced by the six-door arrest, each city basically has a six-door office, recruiting fast, maintaining law and order.

But these arrests are fast, but they don't have the strength of marching soldiers, and it's okay to maintain law and order in peacetime, but in the face of murderers like Shamoke, many of them are sent to death, so they only surround but don't catch, and are dispatching bows and crossbows.

"Is this the hospitality of the Han people?"

Shamoke held an iron thistle bone in his hand, which was a different mace, and there was a fierce aura on his body, with the intention of killing, covering a radius of dozens of meters.

"Who are you?"

Yu Ping is a fast catcher, and he has the best martial arts among the six doors of Fuling, and he is making good use of a sword with a sword, and he is cautiously looking at the barbarian youth in front of him.

"Don't be rude!"

Mu Jing stepped over and said with a smile: "This is the guest I invited!" ”

"Meet Minghou!"

Yu Ping greeted Mu Jing with the county order yesterday, so he naturally recognized Mu Jing and hurriedly saluted.

"Minghou?"

"Lord Minghou has come to our Fuling!"

Many onlookers shouted.

"You are the catcher of the six doors, or good, in this case, you are responsible for keeping today's affairs secret, and no one will spread them!" Mu Jing looked at Yu Ping and said in a deep voice.

"No!"

Yu Ping nodded.

Mu Jing said to Shamoke: "Barbarian king, follow the customs, you are so many people, armed with weapons, fierce and vicious, I don't know, I still think you are where you are murderers, the world of our Han people, but it is peaceful, everyone is amiable!" ”

"You are the Marquis of Han Tingming?"

Shamoke's bronze bell-like giant eyes stared at Mu Jing, although he knew that Mu Jing was a little young, but he still looked a little disappointed, the barbarians looked at people, the first impression, and the heroes were judged by bravery, no matter how Mu Jing looked, he was a little weak.

"Yes, I am Minghou Mujing, I heard that the barbarian king has good wine, I will invite you to drink a bar today!" Mu Jing said with a smile.

"Okay!"

Shamoko responded defiantly.

In the courtyard of the post station, the bamboo mat is spread on the ground, the small stove is up, and a few people next to him are warming the wine, and Mu Jing and Sha Moke have already sat down, Mu Jing is kneeling, and Sha Moke is a lot more casual.

"Aren't you Han people very rich, why do you live in such a humble place!" Shamoko looked at the post station and said.

"The Han people are not rich either!" Mu Jing said in a deep voice: "We Han people do have the most fertile land, but our population is also right, most of the people, sometimes life is not as good as you barbarians!" ”

"I don't believe it!"

Shamoke said: "We barbarians, we all come hungry, and when it comes to winter, we even have to eat the leaves in the forest, how bitter these days are!" ”

"Since you know you can't live in the woods, why don't you come out!"

Mu Jing asked.

"It's easy!" Shamoke said: "We are barbarians, born to be the enemies of the Han people, as long as we appear, the Han people will regard us as enemies, and we will either fight or kill!" ”

There was a heavy touch of his voice: "Two hundred years ago, our barbarian king Xiang led his people out of the barren mountain, but in the end, the barbarian king was killed, and the warriors were not still killed back, since then, Wuxi has been defeated, and the warriors of all tribes have suffered countless casualties, and they don't even dare to live together. ”

"One way, I've heard of it!" Mu Jingdao: "Back then, he rejected the Han army on the north bank of the Yuan River, defeated my Han General Fubo, and when he finally negotiated peace, he was booby-trapped and killed, otherwise, Wuxi Man would have been able to come out back then!" ”

"You Han people, you all say one thing and do another!"

Shamoko said coldly.

This history has dealt a heavy blow to Wuximan, so that in these years, Wuxi Man did not even dare to go out of the mountains, and countless clansmen were starved to death and died of disease every year.