One shot flat.

One knife cross.

The guns are cold, and the blades are shining.

Yizhou, the holy camp, if the large school field is surrounded by soldiers, there is only a five-zhang square open space in the middle, and the two people in the field are carrying swords to appear, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Yang Ye was finally entangled by Jia Yin, and he had no choice but to show his sword.

However, it was not Jia Yin who competed with him, but a guy named Flower Gun.

Jia Yin was very dissatisfied with this guy who finally knew that he had come out of Gu Xinyan's arms, and he would come back when he came back, stealing the limelight from Lao Tzu, what the hell.

Hua Gun stuffed his complaint back into his stomach with a word: "You can't control the momentum." ”

Jia Yin was a little frustrated, and kicked the spear angrily, his martial arts skills have grown every year, and now he is even more powerful, a lance out, devastating and decaying, and killing him, but he can't really do what he wants, the spear is not there, and those who can sharpen their martial arts with him are all Shixiong, Qin Yue stepped aside as soon as possible, and Chen Cang was reluctant, except that, only Chishan and him were against the routine.

If Yang Ye was like the whole division of the year, he would go to war, and he would be divided into life and death, but now he is a colleague, and it would be bad if there was a casualty among each other, so he had to watch the spears show.

Hua Gun is a real martial arts idiot, if it is not a martial arts masterpiece, no matter how beautiful a woman is, he will not pay attention to it, and in the past two years, the husband and wife have followed, how to be a gun and sword double master, Jia Yin is not clear, only knows that Gu Xinyan is more beautiful, so he is also looking forward to it.

The knife roared with a dragon's groan, and the gun trembled like a plum.

In the middle of the field, the two of them adjusted their breathing, and almost at the same time, they stepped forward and shot.

The gun is like a dragon, flying up and down, straight to the point. The knife is like practice, moving left and right, suppressing everywhere.

But the two of them shot fast, and the momentum was also fast, often the guns and knives did not intersect before they had changed their moves, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves had passed, only to see the guns like electric blades like snow, but there was no sound of heavy collapse.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was any, and Jia Yinqian was excited, and he didn't sit on the chair, but wanted to jump up and squat on the armrest of the chair, supporting his cheeks with his hands, like that, as if he was in the upper room.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, only the knife is the most flamboyant, thick back and thin blade, clear distinction between virtual and real, a knife in hand, is murderous, chopping and obliterating, simply neat, but Yang Ye's knife technique is different from others, he is really playing with a big knife with the steps of a gun and horse, it looks awkward, but this awkwardness is full of evil energy, looking at him as if he is twisting his body and stabbing directly, but the blade is swinging left and right, and it is impossible to prevent it.

But Jia Yin's focus is on his strength, such an awkward posture, how he practiced it, and gradually became famous.

Yang Ye's use of marksmanship is still perfect, but because of his powerful cloud-headed knife, ordinary people look at it, it is a knife technique, in fact, it is also a knife technique, but the inner soul is a gun.

But he used a knife as a gun, and his marksmanship was exquisite, and he couldn't use it anymore, and he looked very stiff. Jiayin wondered, okay, you don't need to use a knife if you have a gun, what is the reason?

His mind only turned around like this twice, and the competition in the field had passed thirty or forty moves, and finally there was the first sound of guns and knives striking, and there was a muffled sound of "機", but it was the intersection of the barrel of the gun and the hilt.

After this collapse, Yang Ye, who has been restrained and accumulating, finally changed his knife momentum, and the knife head kept rolling, like the rolling beads of a lion dancer, stuck in the gun road, rolling waves, rolling all the way.

"Okay."

Jia Yinqian stood up and waved his hand excitedly, just this move, there are only three or five people in the army who can take it.

Fortunately, the flower spear is one of them, and a gun is played by it like a spirit snake, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

The two of them advanced and retreated, and suddenly flashed back a few zhang away, and suddenly forced a few zhang away, this time, the blade and gun were ten times more dazzling than before, and on a hot day, the onlookers all felt cold and swishing.

"Good Tiger General."

Quan Shixiong, who was also watching the battle, couldn't help but praise it loudly.

Chen Cangchang sighed, touched the scars on his face, and said melancholy: "...... Old. ”

"General Chen, this is too humble, who doesn't know that your sword skills are swift and fierce...... Ahhh......h

But it turned out that there had been changes in the field, spear stabs, knife splits, this time, both of them did not retract their strength, and made a loud "dang" sound, piercing the eardrums, many onlookers covered their ears, and then looked up, before they understood, but saw that the two had retreated separately.

The retreating spear handed the gun to his left hand, and his right hand was on his waist, stretching continuously, and the sweat stains on his back clothes were like ink.

Yang Ye sweated like rain on his forehead, and the knife wrapped around his wrist several times in a row, making a series of "buzzing" sounds, like rolling thunder, and only after a few breaths did he really stop, he spit out a breath of turbidity, stroked the thick beard under his chin, and said to the flower gun: "Good marksmanship." ”

Flower spear clenched fists: "Brother Yang's knife skills are more clever." ”

Jia Yin jumped into the arena and smiled: "The two of them are as good at kung fu, ha, let's go, I'll ask for wine." By the way, Brother Chong, I have a knife, named Xuanwu Turtle Entanglement, which I made up with the flower spear, and it looks a bit similar to the knife you just had, and I will show you the ...... when I turn around."

Hua Gun smiled: "Speaking of which, it was a certain person who took advantage, Brother Yang has to take the time to pick a good war horse, and we will try again in a few days." ”

Quan Shixiong and Chen Cang also came over, and said with a smile: "A certain wave slashing halberd is in the air, let's take a handle another day, by the way, look at Brother Yang's martial arts, clear marksmanship, why use a knife?" ”

"Kill each other immediately, or the knife comes quickly, it's easy to get rid of it, although the gun is good, but under a stab, one can't stop it and have to abandon the gun and pull the knife, and finally use the knife to speak, but the waist knife is too light, and it is not powerful......"

As soon as he said this, Jia Yin understood, no wonder this guy has no knife at his waist, and the big knife in his hand is also average.

At that time, the military generals who were born were all equipped with their own weapons, even if Yizhou was rich, the method of exercise was far better than that of the Central Plains, but the standard weapons were still not as good as the hundred refining weapons of famous teachers, and the same was true for war horses.

No sword horses, no generals.

The standard weapons of the generals, one is to lose the price, and the other is not to give strength, so the imperial court often makes a batch of excellent armor weapons for storage, and uses them to reward from time to time to collect the hearts of the fierce generals.

Through this period of getting along, Jia Yin also understands Yang Ye's temperament, he is stubborn and clumsy, he would rather find his own way than speak, and he will not say anything at the moment.

The next day, he accompanied him to the Shuangliu Horse Farm, chose two fierce horses with big hooves and broad chests, and by the way, went to the monk master to drink a bowl of wine, naturally visited the arsenal, and helped Yang Ye pick a short-handled war knife like cabbage, and finally asked the two masters to help him handle a good weapon.

Yang Ye was very grateful, but the system he wanted was still the cloud head knife.

This choice was unexpected by Jia Yin, but Yang Ye didn't say it, and he didn't want to ask, so there was still an untold story.

The generals were fighting each other, but Qin Yue and Mu Yun were nesting in the Privy Council together, and the room was full of the sound of "beep horn".

The husband did not fight and the temple was counted.

There are many things to be counted, troops, horses, money, food, fodder, equipment, equipment, and ...... Also consider astronomy and geography, the distance of the road, and even the means of transportation.

Tang Dong, who hadn't appeared for a long time, appeared again, this guy also grew a beard, his handsome face was tanned purple, and he was obviously in his twenties, looking at least thirty-five or sixteen.

In three years, he and his scout detachment had done nothing else, and they had done all the drawing.

Many sets of geographical models of mountains and rivers in important places have also been made, scattered in the four major military regions, and those who have been moved back to Yizhou can only be drawings and seven large boxes.

The war room of the Privy Council, covering a large area, is currently the only building that has been renovated with cement and bricks, three walls are paulownia wood whiteboards, the east whiteboard is covered with large rice paper, a grid of tables drawn, the scribe according to the relevant items pointed out, one item to fill in.

On the north wall is a large map drawn by Zhuang Sheng and his subordinates, covered with small red and blue flags and arrowheads.

On the west wall, there was a blackboard, where Qin Yue and Mu Yun stood and painted, talking from time to time.

Cai Zhi came in with light steps, after Zhuang Sheng left, he took Zhuang Sheng's class and became Qin Yue's personal entourage, solemnly or followed Cheng Shen to do learning, but Bao Chao became Jiayin's personal soldier, and these three have become sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys.

"Your Majesty, Li Zhi asks to see you."

"What?"

"He wore filial piety, saying that his grandfather died immortal."

Qin Yue was stunned, the old and refined Li Hao died?

"Running to the Privy Council to ask for a meeting, it must not be as simple as reporting the funeral, Your Majesty is better to see it."

Qin Yue completely agreed with Mu Yun's suggestion and ordered, "Take him to the side hall, and I'll come in a while." ”

"No."

Li Zhi's expression was more sad than sad, and Qin Yue had some confidence in his heart when he saw it, and comforted: "Qiongzuogong is also considered to be a long life, please mourn by the way." ”

"The ancestors of the family are not dying of illness, they are really drinking dove wine, they can't protect the family, they have words on their deathbed, Bianliang may change, I hope Your Majesty will prepare as soon as possible."

Qin Yue slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, patted Li Zhi's arm and said, "Qiongzuo Gong has a heart, I, remember it first." ”

……

Bianliang, the palace of the king of Jin.

The atmosphere was tense and touching.

Song Jiong was seriously ill.

Song Shi respectfully recorded this brother, friend and brother Gong, a touching scene of the lungs and abdomen: "The king of Jin is sick, the emperor looks at it, and he burns the moxibustion, the king of Jin feels pain, and the emperor also takes moxibustion for himself." And said to his close ministers: 'The king of Jin is walking with a tiger, and he is born differently, and he will be the son of peace one day, and he will be beyond my reach. ’”