Chapter 4: Red Dust (3b)

On that day, the two brothers pushed the cup and changed the cup and drank happily, until it was completely dark, and then they got drunk and smoked. The jade-faced Rakshasa Cuckoo waited at his father's station until midnight, thinking that Du Scar would be able to ask for some help from Zhang Jincheng with his old face, but in the end he only waited for an unconscious drunk cat, and couldn't help but cry secretly. I cried for half an hour at my father's numb face, pulled a blanket and covered the other party, sighed, and went away.

couldn't get backup support, and she didn't want to marry Liu Zhaoan, the eighth master, so she had to pin all her hopes on Cheng Mingzhen's martial arts. Therefore, when he got up early the next morning, he did not even deal with the daily affairs of the camp, and rushed to the lakeside hut on horseback.

It was still far away from the lake, and I heard a burst of earth-shattering cheers. The cuckoo wondered in his heart, stopped a little minion who was hurrying with a horsewhip, and asked in a low voice, "Who is making noise over there, using our brocade camp as a market?" Is it that someone from the "Leopard" battalion came to make trouble, why didn't you stop him? ”

"Seven, seven masters!" The minion was stunned by the question, raised his head, only to find that it was the top boss who was asking, and stammered and replied: "Small, small is not too much, not very clear." Like, it seems that Cheng Ye is practicing guns over there. The brethren had never seen such good marksmanship, so they all rushed to open their eyes! ”

Listening to people boasting that Cheng Mingzhen's marksmanship is good, the cuckoo is happier than being directly slapped on the back. Ignoring the woman's reserve, he smiled and whispered, "Lead the way for me before the head, don't alarm others." Let me open my eyes too! ”

"Okay, good!" Seeing that the seven masters not only blamed themselves for messing around, but were willing to be happy with everyone, the little minion's face was full of flattering smiles. Spread his legs and trot, and soon led the cuckoo to a newly opened clearing in the reeds.

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lake is only more than two-thirds of what it used to be. On the shores of the lake, there are plenty of reeds waiting to be harvested. Swaying, the scenery is very pleasant. But the cuckoo didn't have the heart to look at the scenery, and as soon as she arrived at the lakeside, her eyes were attracted by the vigorous figure in the crowd, and it was difficult to take her off for a long, long time.

After more than two months of recuperation, Cheng Mingzhen's external injuries have recovered to seventy-seven eighty-eight. Not being busy with life for a long time caused his face to become more and more white. Coupled with the skillfully sewn kudzu pants and hemp boots of Sister-in-law Lian, the soft beard sleeves, the whole person looks like a jade tree in the wind. And the large red tassel on the spear in his hand is like a spring mountain flower, hotly pulling people's eyes.

"Okay, Cheng Ye is good at kung fu!" The minions rarely watch lively, and they keep cheering for Cheng Mingzhen with their throats. In their eyes, the spear in the opponent's hand was simply amazing. What to visit the door, what golden rooster three nods, what plum blossom seven stamens, the legendary peerless spear skills are almost all used by Cheng Mingzhen. At the beginning of the play, the figure of the young man almost merged with the shadow-grabbing, only to see a cloud of snow wrapped in red plums, how fancy and fancy, how beautiful and how good-looking.

The same ball of spear flowers, but in the eyes of the azalea, it has a different taste. There is a way for connoisseurs to know if there is one as soon as they stretch out their hands. Although her master Hao Laodao is not a famous artist, when it comes to the experience of fighting people and his knowledge of martial arts, the entire Julu Ze is unmatched. Du Juan once clearly heard the master say that the real gate must be followed by a lance, and the ten things that make the knife and the axe are the wild roads, as for the ash pole tassel gun, that thing is only used to go to the rivers and lakes to sell art. Really on the battlefield, there is no general who will fight with people with a tasseled gun. (Note 1)

The reason is very simple, the so-called poor and rich martial arts, Zhangba long lance is not easy to manufacture, the cost is extremely high, and small households cannot afford to use it at all. And the amount of food and meat consumed by martial arts practitioners is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the cost of inviting a master is not something that ordinary people can afford. Therefore, people who can't afford to buy lance basically don't have the strength to hire any famous teachers. Over time, hundreds of years of inheritance and development, to see whether a martial art is superb, look at the weapon is estimated to be about the same.

And now, Cheng Mingzhen is holding an ash pole spear commonly used by artists. Although the gun trembled, the four elements of stability, accuracy, speed and ruthlessness in the gun skills were not touched. It's okay to take it out and fool the little minions, and if you really fight with the eight-master Liu Zhaoan, I'm afraid that you won't be able to pass three rounds, and you will have to be put on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the man he had always regarded as a treasure was actually a big straw bale with a strong outside and a dry middle, and the cuckoo's tears couldn't help but swirl in his eyes again. But exposing Cheng Mingzhen's scam in public is tantamount to slapping himself. She couldn't muster the courage, so she secretly turned her horse's head and walked slowly out of the camp.

Sister-in-law Lian has also been watching the excitement outside the crowd, and the woman's family is careful, and when she found that the cuckoo had just come for a while, she turned around and left, and felt that something was wrong, so she quickly chased after her quietly. "Master Seven, why don't you look at it for a while. Brother Cheng's body and bones have recovered well, and it is estimated that in another month, he will be as strong as before! ”

"What's the use of that?" Du Juan was afraid that Sister-in-law Lian would see that she had just cried, so she agreed without looking back. "He was so badly injured before, how could he recover completely in less than half a year. The surname Liu has never known Rong Rang, once he hurts him, call me, call me ......"

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but shake her head again and again. All hope is almost disillusioned, and Cheng Mingzhen is simply not an opponent for Liu Zhaoan. The entire Juluze people know what the bet of the two is, how can they get off the stage when the time comes?

"The seventh master thinks that Brother Cheng will definitely lose?" Sister-in-law Lian paused for a moment and exclaimed in a low voice. She doesn't know martial arts, but she guessed from the performance of the cuckoo. "Brother Cheng's marksmanship is so good-looking. Liu is in charge, but he has never been able to use such a good-looking flower gun! ”

The cuckoo sniffled and didn't explain more. On the battlefield, the emphasis is on practical and effective moves, and good looks don't play any role. Thinking that she would have to marry Liu Zhaoan, she felt that the sky above her head had almost fallen. That person is a standard prodigal son, and the woman in Zezhong doesn't know how much she has been deceived by him in the past two years. Which is not thrown a few days after you get it, and who has a beginning and an end?

"So, what then?" Knowing the truth, Sister-in-law Lian was also dumbfounded. Originally, with Cheng Mingzhen's physical recovery, her confidence in young people became stronger and stronger, but she didn't expect that when a basin of cold water was poured on her head, it would be so neat. "He, how can he be so ignorant of the severity? He, he's not like that! ”

"No matter what, I won't let the surnamed Liu go along anyway!" The cuckoo gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes, and said hatefully. If you marry someone surnamed Liu, it is better to die in battle. Anyway, Cheng Mingzhen didn't take himself seriously from the beginning, it was his wishful thinking that he wanted to stay with him until he was old. And he competed with Liu Zhaoan just to compete for a breath of leisure, and he didn't care about winning or losing at all!

Glancing back at the still lively crowd, Sister-in-law Lian was so angry that her eyes were smoking. This Cheng Xiaojiu has been blind to his energy for so many days to serve him. But is he really as vulnerable as he appears? Thinking of Cheng Mingzhen's recent situation with several visitors, Sister-in-law Lian felt a surge of confidence in her heart for no reason, stepped forward and chased a few steps, and whispered to Du Juan: "He, will he pretend on purpose." We are a lot of talkers, and someone must have listened to his reality for the surname Liu! Brother Cheng has a lot of eyes, and eighty percent of them deliberately show weakness to the surnamed Liu! ”

When the words fell, the cuckoo's eyes lit up. But soon, her eyes dimmed again, shook her head, and said in a low voice: "When he made a move, his steps were vague, and he was not stable at all." Moves can be pretended, but steps can't. If the foundation is good, how can it be three times in a hurry? ”

"But he clearly beheaded the enemy general!" Sister-in-law Lian was still unwilling, and whispered for Cheng Mingzhen.

"In the midst of the chaos, it's easy to coincide!" The cuckoo sighed and shook his head in evaluation. She desperately hoped that Cheng Mingzhen was deliberately showing weakness in order to confuse Liu Zhaoan, the eight-in-command master. But she couldn't hide her anxiety and weakness. After all, her whole life is pinned on this competition, unlike some people, it doesn't matter if she wins or loses.

"That, that......" Sister-in-law Lian was speechless for a while. Then you can go by yourself, and after the competition, leave immediately while there is chaos! A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her heart, and she put herself in Du Juan's shoes and said, "Let the surnamed Liu not find you, he naturally can't force you to marry." Besides, when you first competed, you didn't promise to marry whoever won, who are the two of them? Why use you as a lottery head! ”

As the saying goes, a sentence wakes up the dreamer. After listening to Sister-in-law Lian, Du Juan's mood suddenly became relaxed, "Yes, who are they, why do they use me as a lottery head!" She frowned and chuckled under her breath, but two lines of tears could no longer be held back, rolling down her cheeks.

"Look at you, I've cried more in the past few months than in the previous two years combined!" Sister-in-law Lian took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to the cuckoo to wipe her eyes, "What's uncomfortable?" If he really has you in his heart and you are gone, he will naturally look for you everywhere. If he really doesn't have you in his heart......" Sighing softly, she said quietly, "You can just think of yourself as a dream." People have to live and look forward, not always sink in dreams! ”

"Hmm!" The cuckoo nodded slightly, and the smile on his face became more and more desolate. If he really is a shiny cow dung ball, he will think of it as a dream. Although, in this life, the same dream may only be once.

The only time!

Note 1: The Northern and Southern Dynasties and the end of the Sui Dynasty were the era when the lance and the Mo sword reigned supreme, and the spear really became the mainstream of the battlefield in the Northern Song Dynasty. Therefore, it is natural for Hao Laodao to despise the spear.