"That man, isn't it boring to dance alone, come on, come, and let me dance with you!"

After speaking, Ma Lin did not hesitate, stepped forward, stepped forward quickly, and the ring knife in his hand danced into a ball, turning into ten thousand lights and shadows, and rushed towards the man who was dancing and singing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The man was not frightened, he also shouted, "It's good to come!" He held the sword in his hand, and the two of them immediately danced together, although they were close to each other, but both of them could grasp the proportion of the sword in their hands, and they exchanged swords from time to time rhythmically, making a resonant sound when they struck, and the sound of applause from the audience.

The dancing man has superb swordsmanship, the sword in his hand is fierce, the sword edge is over, the sword is scattered, and the sword wind is like thunder, which is terrifying. And Ma Lin's ring knife is the battle formation above the momentum of opening and closing, and does not pay attention to moves, unpretentious, the blade goes, the powerful split Taishan, the wave splits the momentum, not far from the enemy's head, between the chest and waist, the two sang in unison, the song was harmonious, the treble was generous, the harmony was low, and continued to sing:

"Liang Zhu's room, why south? Why north?

What food can you eat if you don't get it? Would you like to be a loyal servant? ”

The voices of the two were mixed together, just like the figures of the two people in the field, only to see the swords roaring in unison, and the figures were advancing and retreating quickly, and they couldn't tell who was Ma Lin and who was the man who was dancing with the sword. But the singing continued, the terrifying sword was still dancing, and the people in the seat were cheering, striking, and beating the wine urn, and no one dared to leave the table, as if as long as he moved easily, there would be a danger of the sword at once.

"Thinking of the son of a good minister, a good minister is honest and thoughtful:

Attack on the march and return at night! ”

After the song was sung, the two of them also put away their swords one after another, and the man's long sword was inserted into the sheath accurately, and the scattered sword light instantly seemed to be the ebb tide of the river and sea, and the waves condensed into one place and disappeared. And Ma Lin also stood still, danced the ring knife into a ball, splashed the water without entering, and then shouted, when the head was split, there was a strong sound of breaking the air, and then the momentum was retracted, and the knife was put into the sheath.

The people present seemed to have witnessed a hearty battle with the singing, and when they saw that the two of them finally withdrew their swords, they all sighed for a long time, and then they clapped their palms and cheered, and they were full of praise for this wonderful sword dance, as if the whirling dance of the stunning orchid just now was also inferior, and Ma Lin and the man who danced the sword were also looking at each other at this time, as if no one was around, after looking at each other for a while, they suddenly both raised their heads and laughed, and let out a loud and refreshing laugh.

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In the afternoon, on the banks of the Luoshui River

The shadow of the sun is slanting to the west, and the waves are shining. Yan Xing and the others believed in the reins of the horse and rode slowly on the horse, and at this time, there was a group of people around them, one of whom was the sword-dancing man who had just pulled out his sword and left the table to dance with him.

This sword-dancing man was not alone drinking in a downtown wine shop, and he was accompanied by two men who were also dressed in black and with swords. When the sword-wielding man drew his sword and left his seat, Yan Xing had already noticed the three people in that seat.

Except for the powerful and majestic-looking sword-dancing man, who was younger, in his twenties, the other two were in their thirties. One of them had a long beard and was of an extraordinary appearance and did not smile, while the other had short eyes and thick arms. The three of them were upright and upright on the banquet, although their momentum was restrained, but the killing light in their eyes could not be concealed, and Yan Xing knew at a glance that most of them were soldiers stationed in Luoyang.

It's just that now inside and outside the city, there are a lot of soldiers and horses stationed in all walks of life. Yan Xing only had a few glances, and he couldn't tell whether these three people were from the Fifth Colonel of the Northern Army and the Xiyuan New Army, or whether they were Dong Ying soldiers like his own group, or the strong men under the command of Lu Bulu Fengxian, who had just been worshiped as a cavalry captain and Dong Zhuo was about father and son.

So after Ma Lin and the sword dancer finished singing, there was a faint sense of sympathy, Yan Xing simply went over to invite the other three to sit and drink together, among the three of them, it seemed to be the long-bearded man as the leader, he also noticed Yan Xing and his party, after a while, he was also invited to sit and drink with Yan Xing and others, so the two sides staggered, drank and talked, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. Riding rambling things.

Among the three, the long-bearded man surnamed Cao Mingyuan, the word Boyi, a native of Pingyang, Hedong, claimed to be the founding father of the former Han Dynasty Cao Shen was named the Marquis of Pingyang, and the descendants of the side branch left behind in Pingyang, the man with ring-eyed thick arms was surnamed Wei Mingxuan Hongqi, and he was also from Pingyang, Hedong, and the man who danced the sword and sang generously was a native of Xie County, Hedong, and his surname was Meng.

Yan Xing also reported his name to them, they were either from Liangzhou, or from Sanfu, Ganling, Ma Lin, and Yan Xing turned into Dong Jun soldiers, and when they entered the military register, they also took the words one after another. Ganling word Shusheng, Ma Lin word Gongshi, Yan Xing word Ji.

After exchanging names, everyone also talked and communicated. Soon learned that the three of them were all soldiers of the fifth school of the Northern Army, Cao Yuan and Wei Xuan were both recruited to join the Northern Army when the imperial court recruited the Three River Knights to supplement the troops during the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the first year of Zhongping, they pacified the Yellow Turban, and were also sent to Chang'an and other places to garrison to prevent the invasion of Liangzhou rebels, so the seniority is older, Cao Yuan has accumulated merit and been promoted to the hundred generals of the infantry battalion, and Wei Xuan is also the Dubo who is in charge of fifty Zhang Shi in the shooting battalion, only Meng Tu has the shortest enlistment, and has only been mixed into the position of the cavalry commander in a cavalry battalion, However, Meng Tu was born in a wealthy family, with a majestic appearance and generous spirit, but he also got along very well with Cao Yuan and Wei Xuan, two people from the same county, and whenever there was a break in the army, he would invite Cao Yuan, Wei Xuan and others in other camps to gallop and hunt, drink and have fun together.

And after learning that Yan Xing and his party were soldiers from Dong Ying, and Yan Xing was still a military candidate with a rank of 600 stones, the eyes of Cao Yuan and others became complicated. On the one hand, the soldiers of the Northern Army have also seen the fierceness of these Qin and Hu soldiers from the border areas, and admired their martial courage and good fighting, but on the other hand, the soldiers of the Northern Army are in awe and fear of these fierce border troops, and they are jealous of these Qin and Hu soldiers who occupy all the important places in Luoyang City.

However, Yan Xing spoke frankly and did not mind, coupled with Meng Tu's straightforward personality and self-proclaimed bravery, he did not have much sense of rejection for Yan Xing, these foreign soldiers from the border areas, on the contrary, he felt a sense of sympathy for Ma Lin and the cheerful and atmospheric Liangzhou man, and with these two straightforward martial artists, the atmosphere seemed much more harmonious, and then, Wei Xuan quickly talked with Gan Ling about the shooting method in the army and the training method of crossbowmen, and Yan Xing talked to Cao Yuan, led by the three, and talked about some military matters.

As the head of the three, Cao Yuan has a calm and steady bearing, not smiling, giving people a sense of abyss and mountains, and his momentum is somewhat similar to Yan Xing, and they also exchanged some experiences with each other in managing the army. Yan Xing listened to his extraordinary conversation, while looking at his calm bearing, he was quite appreciative in his heart, and secretly sighed that at the feet of the Son of Heaven and in the Northern Army, there is indeed no shortage of eloquent people, although this Cao Yuan in front of him is only a hundred generals in the infantry battalion of the Northern Army, and he is not very famous, but he faintly has the posture of a general, and he has been in the Northern Army for a long time, and has personally experienced several large and small wars.

The general is promoted between the ranks, and there are hidden dragons and snakes in the recklessness. Fan Hao was originally just a butcher who slaughtered dogs and sold wine, and the baby was just a small trader who sold cloth, Xiao He and Cao Shen were not born as small officials, Yingbu and Peng Yue were either prisoners or thieves, and these generals and ministers were also not famous at the beginning, taking advantage of the chaos in the world, and gradually sharpened and grew up in the battle, and became a generation of heroes and heroes, and in the process of sharpening and growing, there are many people like Fan Ying, Cao He, Peng Bu, or lack of talent, or lack of luck. And on the battlefield of the halberd, while the waves swept away the heroes, they also washed away a lot of small people who could have become, or were about to become, heroes.

This Cao Yuan looked at his speech and demeanor, faintly had the talent of a general, and Yan Xing also folded his knots, not taking the level of his position in the army as the boundary, talking with him freely, and devoting himself to making friends with such talented soldiers in the Northern Army.