The day was bright, the fire was set up, just to make breakfast, two large bowls of hot yellow corn porridge with dry food cakes, the whole person was warm, and the exhaustion was swept away.

The camp began to get busy again, busy setting up the carts, preparing the horses, packing the bags, and when everything was ready, the convoy began to set off again.

The road began to become muddy, slippery and slippery, very difficult to walk, sometimes the wheels sank, everyone helped to push, everyone splashed mud.

The horses were also tired and panicked, Jia Yin was like everyone, leading the horses on foot, walking less than three miles, simply took off his shoes and walked barefoot, the five toes on the feet were crossed, and the grip was much stronger.

When the time scene was over, the car arrived at Shimen Fort, and sure enough, as Guo Mingwu said, the avenue in front of the fort was not good.

At first, Guo Mingwu followed the rules of the road, sealed fifty taels of silver with red silk, and asked his cronies to fly and ride to worship the fort, and the team of people and horses slowly marched back.

After a while, the man came back from his horse and said that Shimenbao did not accept it, and only said that the cart would be talked about when it reached the ground. He also reported that the stone bridge in front of the fort was broken and was being repaired.

At this time, the situation can only move forward, take half a step back, and his reputation will be damaged, Guo Mingwu thought for a while, and instructed everyone to raise their spirits, be careful, and then everyone will look at his eyes and act. After beating the horses again, he looked at the situation before and after the team, raised his whip, and galloped to the front to open the way.

Jiayin was in the back team, thinking that there was a crisis, and at this time, the sky was clear, and the crossbow was just useful.

rushed to the front and said to Guo Mingwu, but Guo Mingwu said: "The bowl of rice in the caravan is about a long time, although it is necessary to speak with a sword, but it will not be killed until it is absolutely necessary.

We first speak according to the rules of the road, and then we can't think of a way, but there is no reason to put the crossbow on the sword and unsheath it as soon as we meet. ”

Jia Yin was embarrassed, but he didn't retreat back to the back team, and he followed Guo Mingwu beside him.

The eldest disciple said: "Master, I think what Captain A said is reasonable, let's first prepare the crossbow and crossbow arrows and put them in a conspicuous place, which is also a deterrent, if there is a disagreement, you can catch it to resist the enemy." ”

Guo Mingwu thought about it, so he politely said a few words to Jia Yin and arranged for the crossbow to be prepared.

When Shimen Fort arrived, I saw that more than 20 men were busy in the waist-deep stream, using wood to build a three-legged horse, it turned out that one of the bridge decks hewn out of bluestone fell into the stream, and the flat bridge deck lacked a big opening, and only by putting the stone slabs up, the cart could pass.

There were about twenty people in strong costumes watching on the bridge, and when they saw the convoy coming, they all turned their heads to look.

Guo Mingwu raised his hand to signal the convoy to stop, drove his horse up, stopped two feet away from the bridge deck, and immediately hugged his fist, "Guo Mingwu of Bianliang Suji Guangshun Hall, borrowed the precious land, and asked the lord of the stone castle and friends." ”

With a slight swing of his chin, his cronies strode forward with the tray held high, and this time the silver taels doubled, directly one hundred taels.

The lord of the stone fort was a burly man about forty years old on the bridge, and the crossbow on the cart could be seen clearly from afar.

I knew that the other party had a crossbow, and I would never act like this, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger.

He waved his hand unceremoniously and said: "This is a natural disaster, if I don't Shimen Fort don't talk about morality, your little silver is not enough for me to ask them to go into the water to carry the stone." ”

Guo Mingwu clenched his fists again and said, "Dare to ask the master of the stone castle to show me." ”

The stone castle master paced Fang Bu and took two steps forward, and said with a smile: "Anyway, it will take a while for this bluestone slab to be hoisted, and we will meet friends with martial arts." ”

"I have heard for a long time that Master Guo has both fists and knives, and Shi has thought about it for a while. In addition, my nephews also want to be a heroic hero from Bianliang, so let's count you and me, a total of three exercises, of course, sweat can not be in vain, there must always be some color, Shi means that you lose a game, leave a car, lose three games, leave three cars, and we don't want more. Master Guo, what do you think? ”

Guo Mingwu clenched his fists, "These goods are nothing more than some worthless medicinal materials, and they are the things of the main family, there is no reason to take them out to make a color head, please change the stone castle owner, Guo is willing to give three hundred taels as a color head, in order to make everyone happy." ”

"Master Guo, are you bullying someone to be clumsy or deceiving me that Shimen Village is poor, Shi Mou, who has no money, doesn't care, just wants to leave a few big cars as a souvenir."

Guo Mingwu took a deep breath, took two steps back from his mount, and said in a deep voice: "That being the case, it is better to be respectful than to obey your orders." ”

As soon as the stone castle lord's eyes showed slightly, a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man on the other side of the bridge jumped out and shouted loudly, "Shi Yufeng asks for advice." ”

Guo Mingwu saw that he was holding a pair of short-handled double knives with a hook on the head of the knife, and knew that he was accustomed to locking and holding close combat, so he said: "Da Biao, you will meet Master Shi's tricks." ”

Guo Dabiao led the order to go out of battle, Jia Yin saw that his people were tall and tall, but he was obsessed with a pair of small meridian mandarin ducks, both sides were short soldiers, but they were dangerous.

As soon as the two of them put on a posture, they didn't talk much, they each bullied each other, and each showed what they had learned in their lives, but they saw the figure flickering, and the light of the knife rose from time to time, but it was rare to hear the sound of blades intersecting, and occasionally the blades of the two sides touched together, and it was not a crisp sound, but a tooth-sore squeaky and grinding sound.

This kind of competition is very different from the battle in the army, and this scene reminds Jia Yin of the scene when Liuchuan City and Qingpiyan fought a year ago, and he was exhausted and humiliated by the other party's play. He couldn't help but clench his fists.

Before he could expand his association, the battle in the field had already divided the winner and the loser, or Guo Dabiao was more experienced in the battle, and made a hole in the opponent's forearm. Guo Dabiao did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but swept back and stood with his hands down.

"Good, good, good." The master of the stone castle shouted three good in a row, and Fang said: "You won this game, let's play a game in the next game, a certain family sees that you have a lot of young Xiaolangjun, it just so happens that my son is eighteen this year, and this game makes them have a long experience in the practice of young people." ”

A young man dragged a huge long knife and walked out slowly, "Shi Heyun asked. ”

Jia Yin saw that he was dragging the knife, and he didn't care about it at all, and he didn't like it in his heart, and he followed the master to hammer and hit the iron, and many of the master's views were imprinted in his heart like a knife.

Iron Arhat often said that when a knife leaves the furnace, it has its own life and even soul, it is a part of the body of the swordsman and must be treated well.

A real swordsman who understands knives.

What you understand is your own knife, every minute and every inch of the blade is familiar, understand, cherish it, and this knife has a soul.

Therefore, the real swordsman will say, "The knife is in the person, and the knife is dead." ”

It's not how good his knife is, it's that the knife resonates with his body and the soul becomes one.

Looking at the stone crane cloud again, he walked with a lazy look, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and Jia Yin was even more unhappy in his heart, thinking about pretending to be an uncle, old-fashioned.

Glancing at Shi Heyun again, I saw that he was standing lazily, his hands were hanging, his knife was dragging his knife, and his waist was collapsing, but it was a posture of both offense and defense, and his lazy appearance contained infinite strength, just like a sleeping tiger that had just come out of the cage and stretched his waist.

Jia Yin shivered smartly, a battle spirit rose from his lower abdomen, and he burned vigorously, and the horse knew his mind, and stood up alone, kicking his hooves and hissing.

Jia Yin carried the reins, and saw that Guo Mingwu was about to signal his disciples to fight, so he hurriedly said, "I'll come." ”