Chapter 197: The Birth of a Fierce General (1)

On the second day, Yang Feng walked out of the house refreshed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Today's weather is really good, the sun is good, even in this extreme north, the temperature at this time is afraid of more than ten degrees, which can't help but make people feel more energetic.

Yang Feng stretched his waist one by one, and his body made a few crackling sounds.

He took a few steps forward and walked into the courtyard, picked up a wooden spear in his hand, and waved it a few times.

Although Yang Feng was not proficient in martial arts at this time, after the long-term teaching of Yang Zaixing, Yang Zongbao and others, his attainments in marksmanship were still good, and he could dance a spear flower casually.

"White wolf looking at the moon!"

"The Poison Dragon is born!"

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

"Push the window and look at the moon!"

Yang's marksmanship was used in an instant, and the sound of the wind dancing at the time, the spear wrapped in the whistling wind, came in bursts, as if facing thousands of troops, no one was invincible.

After a set of marksmanship, I instantly felt a lot more comfortable, thinking of the little opportunity that I finally obtained, of course, I had to continue to practice the gun, so I continued to hold the spear in my hand, and waved it, not that there was a sound of shouting from my mouth.

However, when Yang Feng was practicing his gun, Shuibo Liangshan, far away in the land of Qilu, a big thing happened at this time.

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The trees are lush and green, and the branches and leaves on the trees have long since lost their bare winter days, and the weather is good, and the sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, wrapping in a trace of warmth and shade, which can not help but make people feel comfortable.

This place is at the foot of Shuiboliang Mountain, and since ancient times, there have been hundreds of villages under the mountain to grow crops and reproduce in this place for generations.

But not long ago, a group of people went to Shuibo Liangshan under the banner of suppressing bandits, killed the king of the mountain on the mountain, and established a new cottage.

The leader of the new gang called himself Timely Yu Song Jiang, claiming to protect the people of the nearby villages within a radius of 100 miles, and his subordinates had mastered nearly 100 bandits after half a month, one of which was a strong man covered in pitch black, the name of the black whirlwind Li Kui, and a pair of axes killed the king of the mountain in several nearby mountains crying dad and calling mother.

That Li Kui was very ruthless, either cutting off his head or cutting it in half, looting the money and food in his cottage, as well as a few horses, and the small minions who were subdued were countless, but Song Jiang actually just picked some strong men in time, and put the rest back.

This matter was passed on as a joke by the nearby people, and they all ridiculed this Song Jiang as a fool, and now in troubled times, whoever has more people is the king, and that guy actually dismissed all the minions, and couldn't help but become a joke after dinner.

Ten miles west of Shuibo Liangshan, two uninvited guests came at this time.

Four sturdy horse hooves, a snow-white color, no variegated color, the body of the horse, coupled with the speed of running, it is not surprising that people feel that this horse is definitely a peerless horse, if there is a person who knows the horse here, I am afraid it will shout: "This horse is not a red rabbit!" ā€

On the white steed dragged a young man of about twenty-three or four, his face was simply handsome, and he was holding a spear in his backhand, and from a few small words on the barrel of the gun, it could be seen very vaguely: "Gentian bright silver spear!" "Five dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, strong and powerful small characters.

The young man was draped all over, with a smile on his handsome face, and with the galloping horses, the seeping spears, and the heroic face, he sketched an unforgettable picture, and also reminded people of the famous figure.

Often! Mountain! Zhao! Child! Dragon!

The BMW is snow-white, spotless, and a jade lion at night!

The spear is like a hidden dragon, bright and penetrating, and the gentian is bright and silver!

Heroic face, general demeanor, Changshan Zhao Zilong!

What a Changshan Zhao Zilong, who was still learning spearmanship with Tong Yuan, but at this time he ran to the vicinity of Liangshan for some reason, and he was holding a spear and wearing it all over his body, did he still look back and shouted: "Senior brother, hurry up!" ā€

It turned out that behind Zhao Zilong, there was also a horse, also a snow-white horse, but the middle of the horse was mixed with a little noble gold, and it was definitely a peerless horse, and the man sitting on the horse was also draped all over his body, holding a nine-foot-long, hundred-pound five-hook flying spear in his hand, with a delicate face, red lips and white teeth, wearing a bright silver and white tiger helmet, wearing plain silver armor, covering a Suluo robe, and his face was like powder, and he looked like sixteen or seventeen years old.

Such a young man looked quite heroic, and his delicate face was full of excitement at this time.

Seeing his senior brother urging him, he slightly clamped his legs and put his mount under his crotch and shouted: "Drive!" ā€

Isn't this Zhao Zilong's junior brother Luo Cheng?

The BMW under the crotch is a gold-threaded white dragon horse!

Hearing the urging of his master, BMW immediately hissed, swung his hooves, and chased after the jade lion in front of him.

The jade lion is also a peerless horse, naturally has its pride, the long horse ear moved slightly, and he knew that his brother had chased after him, but whether it was the guy he was riding or himself, he was the boss of the two goods behind him, how could he be surpassed by it?

At that moment, the head was slightly lowered, and the four hooves ran more quickly, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, raising patches of loess on the road.

The two BMWs one after the other, no one obeyed the other, and then began to race, this run is a tea time, the horses on both sides are still one after the other, the position is almost unchanged, it is difficult to distinguish the winner or loser.

Zhao Yun deliberately slowed down and waited for Luo Cheng to quickly catch up, the young and frivolous Luo Cheng is only fifteen years old this year, but his martial arts are not weak, even Zhao Yun's master Tong Yuan praised Luo Cheng's marksmanship talent is quite high, and his future is unlimited, the only drawback is that because of his young age and playful personality, he often wants to tease the master who is extremely strict with the two of them, but ....... It never worked out.

"Senior brother, my little white dragon can definitely catch up with your little lion, the big husband stands up to the sky, how can he win or lose by letting moves?" Luo Cheng chased after him, and said quite unpleasantly, seeing that he was very unhappy with Zhao Yun's deliberate concessions.

Zhao Yun sighed helplessly, his handsome face was full of doting, patted Luo Cheng's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, this time I went down the mountain to join the second brother, we don't know when we will be able to see the master and his old man, and I hope that the junior brother will go to the second brother, put away your playful temperament, and make meritorious contributions to the Han Dynasty!" ā€

"I know, I know, I know..........." Luo Cheng waved his hand impatiently, his own senior brother was getting more and more nagging, and he was the same as the old man, and the senior brother who nagged up, just one word, annoying!