"Wang Yue became famous in the first battle, the martial arts hall business is prosperous, his worth has risen, and his name has risen from swordsman all the way to the sword sect!"

The little fat man listened patiently to her, and then asked, "Are you very familiar with her?" ”

"Who?" The female assassin had not yet recovered from the gossip.

"Gongsun Clan."

"I'm not familiar with it. However, her father had treated her sick, and she was a world friend. The female assassin smirked.

"Can you give me a message?" The little fat man said casually.

"The Gongsun clan once swore at the broken sword that he would never speak of the sword again for the rest of his life!" The female assassin replied in a loud voice.

"Forget it." Sure enough, I still don't accept apprentices.

"But ......" Seeing the disappointed expression on the little fat man's face, the female assassin changed her words, "My father and her have the grace to save her life, so she once said ......"

"What do you mean?"

"On another day, if my father asks for something, he will answer it." The female assassin was loud.

"Dare to ask my sister, how can I respond to my request?" Liu Bei hurriedly saluted.

Seeing that he looked like a little adult and learned to behave, the female assassin couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, I have a token here, you can give it to her." Just say that 'the old man of Julu came to ask for it', and it can be. ”

Julu! The little fat man's eyes shrank and shrunk.

Because he was facing down, the female Assassin did not see his expression. Then he smiled and said, "If you follow your wishes, but my sister doesn't know, how can you repay me?" ”

The little fat man raised his head solemnly: "If he is an enemy one day, I will spare you from death." ”

The female assassin was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, good." Good brother, can you spare me three times? ”

"It's a deal." The little fat man also laughed. It's just that compared to the female assassin who laughed flamboyantly, the little fat man's smile had a lot more inexplicable meaning.

The token is a sachet.

Sniffed, and there was a lingering fragrance. The fragrance is very special and seems to have musk added. This sachet is difficult to fake if you don't know the formula. I think it must be the life of the Gongsun family.

Julu's old man, it won't be Sect Leader Zhang himself.

Regarding the Yellow Turban Uprising, from the perspective of a bystander, it seems to be a righteous act of the poor people turning over and making a revolution, and it seems that many historians recognize it in the same way. Otherwise, I wouldn't have used the word "uprising" in a more positive sense.

However, from the perspective of the descendants of Zhongshan and the Han family, the 'Yellow Turban Rebellion' is simply the enemy of life and death of their own family! The little fat man is so good that he can't die, but there is a big mulberry tree at home, and he has changed his name to Liu Bei! Since then, it has been inseparable from the Yellow Turban Army. Raising an army to fight the thief, that is inevitable!

Sending off the female assassin, the little fat man was full of thoughts.

Without further ado, I'll go to the apprenticeship tomorrow.

The female Assassin appeared in her hut at every turn. It's like a sword hanging over your head!

This feeling of being pinched in his hand, the little fat man doesn't want to taste it for a day!

The riding skills learned from the third uncle, the little fat man does not embellish every day. Now it's a small success. Always bothered his mother, and the little fat man couldn't help himself. In addition, the ox cart costs money, not to mention, and the foot is slow. How can there be a ride to the dust.

He only told his mother that he was going out to walk the horse, so he put on the halter and the saddle, put on the reins, and led the yellow horse out.

The yellow horse is quite humane, and has a deep relationship with the little fat man and horse, and will never resist the ride of the little master.

Although the whole process of riding, it has been practiced on the donkey is called a smooth flow. But it's the first time I've ridden a horse.

The little fat man jumped a lot taller after the year. If you don't look closely, you may think it's a half-sized child. He is indeed a real boy. With the addition of a Takahashi saddle and a three-step soft ladder, the forward squat riding method of the speed jockeys of later generations is adopted, and it may not hurt to be short in stature.

After making up his mind, he took a deep breath, stepped on the three-step soft ladder on the stirrup, and turned over. When he sat down, the little fat man took a deep breath. No need to raise the whip, shake the reins, and this is gone!

Perfect!

In ancient times, there was rarely a fork in the road. An avenue leads north and south. The little fat man identified the direction, and the official road of more than ten miles was arrived in a moment.

No wonder in this era, Maguiros!

Seeing the little fat man with a tall head, pedestrians on the road looked sideways. Fortunately, the etiquette is thorough and not annoying. Ask where the Drinking Horse Lane is, and then drive the horse away.

He still knows the rule that he is not allowed to ride horses in the city.

In front of Drinking Horse Lane, there is a stone trough, which is very recognizable.

Tuk tuk!

With the horse on a leash, the little fat man knocked on the door.

For a long time, no one responded.

Just as he was about to knock again, he suddenly heard a light cough above his head, "Lead the horse to the backyard." ”

When I looked up again, the window was closed, and there was no one to speak.

The little fat man shook his head, and led the horse to the backyard. Pushed, the corner door was opened. He led the horse to the stable, added a handful of fodder, and walked his way to the back hall.

There was only a girl in the hall who sat cross-legged, and the little fat man stood on tiptoe and stepped forward: "Dare to ask, where is Mr. Gongsun?" ”

"Give it to me." The girl in the silk slowly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand expressionlessly.

The little fat man immediately came to his senses and handed the sachet over with both hands.

"The old man is good." The woman sniffed the sachet and asked.

"All is well." The little fat man was stunned, "Dare to ask......"

"Aren't you looking for me?"

"What! Are you a sword? The little fat man blurted out, "Didn't you mean...... Ten years ago, he was old......"

"Do you have to be old to go home?" The woman got up slowly, and she was seven feet tall (1.65 meters)! And the skin is fair, the nose is straight, the lips are plump, and if you look closely, the eyes are full of blue waves!

Apparently of interracial origin.

"Why did you come?" The woman asked.

"Learn the sword from the teacher." The little fat man replied with his head tilted.

"I have vowed not to speak of swords, how can I accept disciples?"

"Then ......," the little fat man scratched his head, "but has it turned?" ”

"How can I turn around?"

The little fat man thought for a while and said, "Don't forget the past, and be the teacher of the future." There is a way that is preconceived. Dare to ask sir, which of these two oaths comes first? ”

"The sword is in front of the bag."

"Uh......" The little fat man was speechless. The logic is very tight......

After the woman pondered for a moment, she said: "Even if you are an old man, and you are kind to me, how about you and I as equals?" ”

The little fat man suddenly raised his eyebrows, and hit the snake with the stick: "The eldest sister is above, please accept the little brother's worship!" ”

There is no need to apprentice to learn swords, and the eldest sister passes on the younger brother, which is also a family matter. So barely makes sense.

The woman also seemed to have itchy hands, so she broke two branches and began to teach.

"In ancient times, there was a Zhao girl, and the swordsmanship was natural. The sword is like a person, and the heart of the sword is like a human heart. Take out the sword as you like, like a whimsical, like a dragon entering the sea, like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no trace. The body moves at will, the sword moves with the heart, and the heart and sword are one, this is my trick. ”

"Gentleman's Sword." The little fat man seems to have understood.

"Oh? Can you be a gentleman? The woman asked.

"I'll say it casually." The little fat man was embarrassed.

"The peddlers and pawns all have sword hearts. If you practice hard every day, you will also achieve something. But it may not be a gentleman's sword. ”

"Who makes what sword." The little fat man woke up.

"When I see your hand, I know that I have never held a sword. Today I will teach you a few simple sword poses, and then come back after learning them. ”

The sword is nothing more than splitting, chopping, collapsing, teasing, latticing, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping. Finely subdivided and dismantled, and then connected in series, it is the sword style.

Missionary is not so much a way to pass on moves as it is to pass on experience.

The experience of chopping people and being chopped.

A man who is called a hero, after a hundred battles, a thousand wounds, and countless people, what he has gained is nothing more than experience. There are all kinds of weapons, and people have different heights, arm lengths, strength, speed, bounce, explosiveness, and even left and right hands. When encountering these opponents, experienced heroes can know the number of ways and solve them without waiting for the sword.

Every battle must be won, and he has Li Min in his heart, and he is called a chivalrous man.

As for the internal strength of the mind, I laughed it off.

Of course, there is indeed internal strength in the mind. It's just more of a way to relieve fatigue, such as adjusting your breathing or mental stimulation. There is no white bone muscle, and the magic power of moving rivers and seas.