Early the next morning, Jiang Wei woke up to a burst of rooster crows.

In the end, it was an eighteen-year-old body, and it only took three or four hours of rest for the energy to be restored. The sky is already bright, but the hour is still early, and it is the time to practice martial arts. Jiang Wei walked into the courtyard naked.

The ancestor of the Jiang family, Sui Gong, followed Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty Liu Xiu to fight in the world, and his military exploits were brilliant, second only to the 28 generals of Yuntai. After returning to the field, he settled in Tianshui Jicheng, leaving a book of war and a book of marksmanship.

Jiang Wei has been guided by his father since he was six years old, learning the family marksmanship, and has been going through thick and thin, and has been going on for 12 years.

The courtyard of Jiang's house is four or five zhang in size, half of the place is paved with large bluestone bricks, and half of the place is filled with loess, which is the place where he practiced martial arts since he was a child. Half of the green bricks had cracks of different sizes, all of which were caused by his vigorous trampling during his martial arts training over the years. There is a row of weapon racks on the left side of the courtyard, with three spears and three wooden sticks on them, and a wooden figure on the right.

At this time, he stretched out in the morning sun, and under the force, the muscles on his chest, abdomen and arms rose up, and the lines were clear and distinct, shining even more in the sun. With just one breath and one breath, a wave of energy suddenly poured in. His ape arm was lightly extended, and an eight-sided spear with a red rod was already in his hand.

Jiang Wei gathered his mind, according to the appearance of the past, squatted deeply, held the middle of the gun body in his front hand, and held the root of the back hand against his waist, and naturally achieved the top of the head, the shoulders flat, the feet flat, and the gun flat. This Siping is the essence of the Jiang family's gun technique. Cover therefore there was no stirrup at that time, and the horse war was bound to be stable, and if it was stable, it could be attacked, and it could be defended. If you can't clamp the horse's belly when fighting, your body will inevitably lean forward or lean back, and you will be in danger of your life for a moment. Therefore, the Jiang family's martial arts are extremely important.

As the so-called four flats are eight stable. This method of four levels is a set of tricks summed up by the ancestors of the Jiang family in years of battle, and it is a unique skill in the Jiang family's marksmanship.

In fact, whether it is a horse battle or a foot station, only Xiao's body is flat and stable, and the marksmanship in his hand is transported out of the four tricks of blocking, taking, circle, and turning, and you can see the move to dismantle and be invincible. Jiang Wei has practiced this method for more than ten years, and immediately got off the horse and held the gun steadily, which was already as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Zama stepped, raising his spear for about three quarters of an hour, and beads of sweat were already oozing from his head. It didn't take long for me to feel that my whole body was warm, my qi and blood were full, and I thought that I had finished warming up.

Jiang Wei got up slowly, lunged forward with his right foot, held the gun with his front hand like a tube, and held the gun handle firmly with his back hand like a lock, and then used the family marksmanship one by one.

Or piercing, or collapsing, or splitting, or supporting, or pumping, or pulling, or clouding, or pulling, or blocking, or taking, or ringing, or turning, I saw this thirty-pound spear dancing faster and faster in his hands, and the sound of cracking the sky was loud. Looking from afar, it is really the head of the spear like a silver dragon, the body of the stick is like a full moon, the attack is like a wind and thunder, unstoppable, and the imperial time is like an iron lock across the river, impermeable to the wind.

Suddenly, he took a step to the left, changed right to left, exchanged hands in front and back, and danced again in reverse. This time, it was clear that every swing was faster than lightning, but there was no sound, and after a while, the sound of cracking silk faintly came, but it was a dark energy.

Jiang Wei has been familiar with the classics of the art of war since he was a child. Sun Tzu's Art of War has a cloud: "Match with the right and win with the odd", this sentence is the most heartfelt. He liked to be whimsical since he was a child, and one day when he practiced martial arts, he was blessed to the soul and actually integrated the truth in the art of war into marksmanship.

If the bright strength is not enough to control the enemy, then the dark strength is supplemented, or bright or dark, fast and slow, disrupting the opponent's square inch, and the chance to win is between the positive and odd conversions.

When he was a teenager, he fought all over the world with a spear in his hand, and he was also eager to learn and progress, and he was famous in the city for a while. The former Taishou Jiang Xu then called it "Youlin", and as he grew older and made many meritorious achievements, the name of "Youlin" became louder and louder.

The more Jiang Weiyo danced, the more this soul from the afterlife finally merged with this young body with a wave of a thorn, you have me, I have you, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

After playing for nearly half an hour, he was already sweating profusely. Suddenly, he took a quick step with his right foot, and this step made a muffled sound as if it were about to kick the ground apart. In just a moment, he flashed sideways to the right, stabbing a shot at the tip of the wooden man's nose, heart, and toes.

"Young master is good marksmanship!"

"The young master has good skills!"

There was an exclamation behind him. Jiang Wei turned around and saw that it was Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu who were born to two families. He had already entered the realm of selflessness just now, and he didn't know that the two brothers Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu had been watching from the sidelines for a while.

The two brothers are both 16 years old, Jiang Wen was born a few hours early, he is the elder brother, cautious, and thoughtful; Jiang Wu is the younger brother, simple-minded, and has regarded Jiang Wei as a hero idol since he was a child. The two brothers have followed Jiang Wei to practice martial arts since childhood, and the three of them grew up together, which can be described as siblings. It is only in the past few years that there is a distinction between master and servant.

The two brothers came together and bowed in greeting.

Jiang Wei threw the spear at the two brothers and said with a smile: "Today I am going to go to the duty, if you have leisure, you can practice the gun, and it will be of great use in a few days." ”

The two brothers took the spear, said yes, and began to catch the right pair of hands.

Jiang Wei gave some guidance, and when he saw that the two of them were playing well, he nodded secretly. Then he turned around and went to the wooden man to check.

I saw that the three wounds were kept in a straight line, and each wound was three points into the wood, which showed that the meridian was not biased when the gun was released, and the target was accurate, and he had already glimpsed the realm of the three-pointed photo. This is a murderous stunt in Jiang's family marksmanship, without a trace of superfluous movements, and several lives can be taken in a single breath.

Jiang Wei stabbed three times in a row, and the power of each shot was very steady, and his grasp of the strength was already beyond his father.

The two brothers Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu have been practicing martial arts with him for many years, and now they can only do a line of guns, straight and fast and accurate, even so, they are already rare good hands in the realm of heaven and water.

Thinking that his martial arts had not been abandoned after the crossing, Jiang Wei was very satisfied, and couldn't help but feel a little more confident about the next trip to the south.

Sweating profusely, he went to the well and drew a bucket of water. The water in the bucket reflected its face in the sunlight. I saw that the face of the person in the bucket was like a crown of jade, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his bearing was very extraordinary. Jiang Wei didn't want to be eight feet tall in this life, in addition to being eight feet tall and with a wolf's waist, he also had a handsome and good appearance, and God really treated him well.

He poured water over his head, and felt very happy.

After washing up and getting dressed, Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu's mother Yang invited him to breakfast. Breakfast is a freshly made wheat cake in the morning, fresh and hot, and full of wheat aroma. At that time, people in the world only ate two meals a day, and Jiang Wei had to enjoy three meals a day because of his martial arts training, which was still the rule left by his father back then.

In fact, since he was sensible, he would ask Yang to make eight wheat cakes every day, he ate four by himself, and the remaining four were quietly put into his arms and privately divided with Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu. After a long time, the Yang family knew about it, and they were even more grateful to this little master in their hearts.

After breakfast, Jiang Wei walked to his mother's room and bowed down to greet him. He is filial to his mother, and he does not stop every day in the morning. After Jiang's mother slept all night, her spirit was much better. Jiang Wei put his mind at ease, told a lot of interesting things, and coaxed his mother to smile before turning around and leaving.

Jiang Wen had already prepared a horse and waited outside the door. Jiang Wei stepped forward and said: "When I was practicing martial arts, I saw that the spears and sticks at home were damaged, Awen, you should find an ironwood craftsman to repair it carefully today." After speaking, he took out a hanging copper coin and stuffed it with Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen immediately agreed and said, "The craftsmen in the south of the city gather, and the villain will visit in a while." ”

Jiang Wei nodded, said no more, turned around and got on the horse, kicked the horse's stomach with both feet, and walked towards the Chengbei County Office.

It was dawn, and there was some life in the streets. Jiang Wei has a wide range of contacts and no shelves, so he is very popular, and people greet him along the way.

"Boyo, don't you come unharmed, are you?" There are neighborhood elders who care about him.

"Brother Jiang, when will you debate with me again?" He was also invited to a rally.

"Jiang Zhonglang, Gonghou Wandai!" There were also acquaintances and pawns who greeted him.

Jiang Wei treated everyone equally, thanked him in his mouth, and hugged his fists one by one.

Occasionally, there are also good aunts and aunts, who joke that the daughter of the family is twenty-eight years old and beautiful like a flower, and asks him if he is interested in seeing Yunyun. Jiang Wei would blush every time and run away in a burst of laughter.

The morning breeze is warm, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

In the remaining memories, such days are ordinary but warm, day after day, it has been more than ten years.

When I arrived at the gate of the office, there was already a servant on the side to help place the horses. In the courtyard, there were two miscellaneous servants, an old man and a young man, who were sprinkling and sweeping, and when they saw Jiang Wei coming, they avoided saluting one after another.

The young handyman did not leave Jiang Wei, and after seeing him stride into the duty room, Fang was holding a broom, and said: "Jiang Zhonglang is the first to arrive on duty every day, and he has never stopped for a day, this diligence is really admirable, and I will never be able to do it." ”

The older sweeper also stopped and said with a smile: "So Jiang Zhonglang is highly regarded by the county magistrate, and his future is limitless, and you can only spend your days here sprinkling sweeps." ”

When the young handyman heard this, he stuck out his tongue, and then lowered his head and concentrated on sweeping the floor, but he couldn't stop muttering in his heart: Isn't your old Li Tou also sprinkling and sweeping here all your life? And the face to say that I am a mile!