Chapter 4: Frost Fall (Mikata)

After all, he is only seventeen years old, and Wang Xun is far from reaching the standard that an adult should have. Under repeated setbacks, the resentment accumulated over the past few days completely exploded, and no matter what Fourth Uncle Feng was, Fifth Uncle Feng was not present, rubbed the dust off his eyes, picked up the wooden knife, and chopped his head towards the starving ghost, "I'll kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you......"

The Hungry Ghost Thirteen didn't dare to touch him, just blindly dodged and dodged. When Feng Changqing saw this, he took another sip of tea and ordered with a smile, "Thirteen, go all out and fight him." Don't care about a few rounds to win, let's talk about it after beating him convincingly! ”

"Yes, Lord!" The starving ghost was overjoyed when he heard this, and he turned a wooden knife to split with Wang Xun. This time, the two sides no longer stopped at the point, but aimed at one side completely abandoning its arms and surrendering. Wang Xun's legs and shoulders were quickly hit more than a dozen times, but fortunately, the wooden knife was wrapped around the Ge cloth, so it didn't hurt his muscles and bones. Every time he fell, he quickly got up and shouted for battle.

The starving ghost thirteen also killed ruthlessly, and he was ruthless. The moves are all sinister and vicious. Wang Xun is a gangster who fights on the street, regardless of other skills, but his tenacity is full of tenacity. Therefore, no matter how many times you have suffered, you will never ask for mercy. Just keep your spirits up and continue to fight.

Aunt Yun was distressed and stood outside the arena, tears rolling in her eyes. Feng Changqing smiled and comforted in a low voice when people were not paying attention: "Don't be afraid." If you really want to hurt him, thirteen is within five combinations, and he can never get up again. Let them make trouble, fold his impetuous nature, and by the way, let out some of the fire in his stomach. Otherwise, people who have never been frustrated will inevitably come out of trouble for the first time when they encounter unsolvable troubles! ”

Aunt Yun felt that it made sense after hearing this, so she had to stand and smile, and nodded slightly at Feng Changqing. Feng Changqing sighed, then shook his head slightly, and unintentionally, there was a trace of affection in his eyes.

It was many years ago. At that time, he was just as old as Wang Xun is now. I met by chance with Wang Zizhi and became close friends. Completely forgot about the identity gap between each other. Until one day, I met the woman in front of me.

She was just as young then. I don't care who is the son of the earl or who is the son of the old soldier who guards the door. But he eats the prince's childish, uses the prince's childish, and how can he muster up the courage to compete with the prince's childish. So, one day, I said goodbye to my good friends and returned to the Western Regions alone.

Fame but take it right away. Over the years, he has gone from an unknown guard to a judge, a general, a doctor of Chaosan, a post-Jie Du, and a deputy envoy of Jie Du, every time he walks to the glory of life, there is always a trace of regret lingering in his heart. Over the years, there have been Goguryeo women, Dashi women, Tiele women, and Loulan women around me, but none of them can cover up the shadow she left behind.

Fame but take it right away. The juniors are rich and easy, and they will not understand the hardships of the predecessors. And the front backs sometimes work hard all their lives, but they don't want their descendants to repeat the regrets of their youth.

From generation to generation, this is life.

"Shiro, you're right. Xun'er looks really relaxed! Suddenly, Shiro made Feng Changqing's heart tremble, and his thoughts immediately flew back from an unknown place. turned his gaze to the martial arts arena, and saw that Wang Xun was black and white, and he didn't know how many times he had been beaten. But the look of resentment in his eyes was gone, and he was replaced by an indelible youthfulness and flamboyance.

"It's almost in!" Feng Changqing smiled and said in a low voice. His eyes didn't dare to make contact with Aunt Yun anymore, but he just stared closely at the every move of the two people in the field.

"You don't know how tired you are!" Wang Xun gasped for breath as he dissolved the trick of the Thirteen Hungry Ghosts. After playing for so long, he has slowly become familiar with the other party's paths. Although I still have to take a few hits from time to time, I can occasionally return one or two tricks.

"Get used to it!" The Hungry Ghost retreated, causing Wang Xun's counterattack to go through the air, and then slashed at him again. "A thousand, a thousand chops a day, from the age of eight, thirteen, without interruption!"

"You're a fucking woodcutter!" Wang Xun slammed hard, knocked the blade of the Hungry Ghost Thirteen off, and then returned it with another move, "A thousand times, you are not afraid of slashing your arm and swelling." ”

"It's swollen and swollen and you get used to it. Little Hou Ye! Thirteen parried while responding with a very blunt Tang dialect, "Don't hide it from the little marquis, Thirteen was originally a woodcutter who chopped wood." Later, thanks to the support of the courtiers of the lower road, Thirteen became his attendant! (Note 1)

As soon as he heard the words of the courtier, Wang Xun understood that the other party was not from the Central Plains. In his heart, he was even more reluctant to take the initiative to show weakness to the other party, spat on the ground, and continued to use words to divide the god of starving ghosts, "Then why did you follow Fourth Uncle Feng again?" It's your general! ”

"The lower courtiers gave me to the general!" The starving ghost didn't know Wang Xun's intentions, and replied loudly while chopping.

"You're not a thing, how can you be sent here and there?!" Wang Xun was suspicious and suddenly asked a very rude question.

Who would have thought that such an obvious trick to sow discord would not have any effect on the starving ghost at all. The other party only thought about it for a moment, and then replied confidently, "The courtier of the lower path is the master of the thirteen. Everything in Thirteen belongs to the master. The master will give thirteen to whomever he wants! ”

"Then your current master is Fourth Uncle Feng. General Feng? Wang Xun couldn't make a plan, and immediately had another plan in his heart. Ask questions constantly to relieve the pressure on your weapon.

"Yes!" The Hungry replied with two words dryly.

"I'm Fourth Uncle Feng's nephew and your master, right? You are a servant, how can you do it with your master? ”

"Not true. Little Hou Ye, your surname is Wang, not Feng! Thirteen didn't think about it, and responded casually.

"And what's your last name?" Wang Xun found that his tricks were very effective, and intensified his efforts to maximize their effects.

"Back to the little marquis, thirteen has no surname. Thirteen is the woodcutter. The woodcutter is a pariah, no surname! ”

This time, it was Wang Xun's turn to secretly wonder. Almost instinctively, he asked casually, "Then why are you called Thirteen again?" ”

"The courtiers of the lower way recruit the attendants of the same ship, thirteen is the thirteenth, so it is called thirteen!" The other party's answer was serious, but it was ridiculous.

Wang Xun couldn't help laughing, and after a little distraction, he immediately received a heavy blow on the shoulder. "No more fighting, no fighting!" He covered his wounds and shouted, quickly distancing himself from the funny starving ghost, "You don't know how to be tired, I won't fight you!" ”

"The master has an order, and it must be beaten until one person is convinced!" The Hungry Ghost Thirteen seemed to be rectum, carrying a wooden knife and chasing after him.

"I'm convinced of you, can't I convince you?" Wang Xun was exhausted by his entanglement, and shouted loudly while going around the martial arts arena.

"Little Hou Ye is oral, not convinced!" Thirteen refused to give up, and continued to chase after him.

"What do you mean by convincing, you're not done with you? Tell me first, what does it look like? Accidentally, Wang Xun received five or six more blows on his back, and asked with a grin.

"In this way, I'll do it first, and you follow along!" The starving ghost didn't know what the plan was, so he stopped chasing and killing. Raised the wooden knife above his head, knelt down respectfully, and grabbed the ground with his head, "I lost, I am convinced, please accept my weapon!" ”

"Okay, then you're welcome!" Wang Xun stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's weapon, then flew up and kicked the opponent in the head. "This idiot, I can think of such a trick!"

The onlookers had already guessed that their little marquis was not such a person who would admit defeat so easily, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing. In the midst of laughter, the starving ghost thirteen turned over and got up from the martial arts arena, pointing at Wang Xun, angry, "You, you are not Shangbang style." The people of the Tang Dynasty should not make scammers! ”

Now, Wang Xun was embarrassed. Standing there, so not embarrassed. What should the people of the Heavenly Empire look like? He didn't have that in his mind. There are many envoys, merchants and people who follow the envoys and caravans to Datang to beg for a living, and the ordinary people are not surprised, and they have long forgotten the difference between each other.

"Okay, Thirteen, the little marquis is playing with you!" Fortunately, Feng Changqing intervened in time to resolve this embarrassment. "Stand down, and go back to the quartermaster to get two copper coins."

"Thank you for your grace!" Hearing Feng Changqing's words, the starving ghost turned around, bowed and saluted, with an unconcealable grievance in his words, "Thirteen has no face to ask for your reward." Thirteen was accidentally deceived by him today. ”

"You're doing a great job. He's already lost! Feng Changqing waved his hand, smiling and praising it. He is still young, according to the customs of our Tang Dynasty, the older ones are not as knowledgeable as the younger ones! ”

"Yes, thirteen years old, not as young as the general knowledge!" The Hungry Man bowed down again, repeating loudly.

"How?" Feng Chang glanced at Wang Xun and asked with a smile: "If you were in front of the two armies today, how many times would you have died?" ”

"Thank you Fourth Uncle for your advice!" Wang Xun wiped the sweat from his face and thanked him solemnly. After a fierce battle, the depression in his heart was dissipated, and his mind was also broadened a lot. "But I'm still willing to start from the horse's pawn, since the fourth uncle has been ordered to train the Flying Dragon Guards, I can also train with them."

This answer was a bit unexpected by Feng Changqing. Looking at the other party's childish but resolute face, he couldn't help but nod slightly.

Wang Zizhi, Lao Feng owes you in this life. I received so much favor from you back then, and this time I helped you teach a son who was angry.

Note 1: The courtiers of the lower province, that is, Kibi Zhenbei, one of the envoys sent by Japan to the Tang Dynasty, and the Japanese nobleman. After returning to Japan, he created the Ritsu, the calendar, and katakana based on the results of studying in the Tang Dynasty, and cultivated a large number of talents for Japan at that time.