Shanxi Datong Mansion, a secluded courtyard in a rather imposing mansion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the canopy of the trees that have lost their leaves, casting shadows on the ground. In the clearing under the tree, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was wielding a spear with an ash pole. Dialing, blocking, pointing, picking, stabbing...... Every move and style is full of the endless vitality unique to young people. In the golden sunlight, the vigorous figure seems to be covered with a layer of golden light. When others see it, they have to clap their hands and praise: What a handsome young man!

"Alright, let's stop." A middle-aged man next to him, who had been silently observing, spoke. I saw that this middle-aged man was in his early forties, a typical northern man, with a thick skeleton and a lean physique. The dark face is like an old farmer in the field, but there is a calm bearing between the eyebrows.

"Master." The young man retracted his gun, turned to look at the middle-aged man, and grinned, revealing two white tiger teeth.

The middle-aged man had no expression on his face, and walked over with his hands behind his back without hurrying: "The style of Canglong tail swing just now pays attention to the electric turning wind, sharp and smart. And what you do is too aggressive and loses your agility, and it seems too stiff. This is a taboo in marksmanship. ”

The young man smiled, "Got it, Master." ”

"It's not enough to just pay lip service. Now you are sloppy, and when it comes to life and death in the future, will the enemy let you go? The middle-aged man picked up another spear leaning against the tree, "Come on, let me see, do you know it with your mouth or with your heart." ”

That style of Canglong tail swing is a defensive counterattack move, and at the moment of blocking the enemy, it completes the counterattack with lightning speed.

At this time, seeing that the master was about to point with his finger again, the young man stuck out his tongue, but he still obeyed his fate honestly.

The first three times, the middle-aged man made the first move, and the young man used the dragon swing tail just now. As a result, the first two times, before he even had time to counterattack, he flew down and fell to the ground. The third time, he made a counterattack, but he didn't even touch the middle-aged man's side, and ended up with the same ending.

The last three times, the young man made the first move, and the middle-aged man shook his tail with the dragon. The same move, the middle-aged man used it, but it was extremely powerful, and it was implemented every time. The boy fell three times in a row without suspense.

"Do you understand now?" The middle-aged man put away the gun, still expressionless.

The young man stood up, grinned and rubbed his aching buttocks and back, and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't understand." ”

"Huh?"

"Master, don't blame. This move, the disciple really didn't really comprehend. The apprentice also knew that he was wrong, and he shouldn't have perfunctory the master just now. In the future, I will continue to study until I truly understand it. ”

The middle-aged man finally showed a faint smile on his face: "You can think like this, even if you don't understand the moves today, it's not nothing." ”

"Hahaha, Lao Xing, that is, you, if someone else cleans up my third child like this, my insider has to find him to go desperately." With a burst of laughter, a burly man in a strong suit walked into the courtyard.

"Father." The young man called out respectfully.

"Your Excellency." The middle-aged man who taught the teenager marksmanship also nodded and said hello.

This burly man who is like a bell is almost famous in Taiyuan, Shanxi and even the whole world, and he is the current Datong chief soldier Jiang Xuan. If it was just a town commander, maybe it wouldn't be as famous as it is now. But he changed his face twice to join the new master during the Ding Revolution, first rebelling against the Ming and surrendering to the Qing, and then rebelling against the Qing Dynasty, and every time he changed the court, he stabbed the old master in the heart of the deadly. In this way, it is impossible to think about the reputation without showing it. Some people even gave him the title of "three surnames slave" behind his back.

At this time, the boy who practiced spearmanship in the courtyard was Jiang Zhipei, the third son of Jiang Jiu, and the eldest son were both born in the main room. The middle-aged man who taught marksmanship was the martial arts master Jiang Hao invited to his son a few months ago, surnamed Xing, and he was from Shaanxi like Jiang Huang.

This Master Xing was recommended by Jiang Jiu when he was openly recruiting talents, and entered Jiang's Mansion after defeating many competitors. is usually not only responsible for teaching Jiang Zhipei's martial arts, but even Jiang Hao often comes to him to learn.

"Come here today, go down and think about it." Master Xing nodded at Jiang Zhipei.

"You useless little rabbit, get down and don't let Master get in the way!" Jiang Hao knocked on his son's head and scolded with a smile.

Jiang Zhipei exaggeratedly covered his head with his hands and fled as if flying, causing Jiang Hao to laugh.

"How is it, Lao Xing. My third child is not your opponent, so how about letting me, the father, find a little scene for him? Jiang Hao smiled heartily.

Master Xing shook his head helplessly: "The adult is really calculating, I invited my son to teach him, which is equivalent to finding a sparring partner for myself." How wonderful it is to do two things with a penny! ”

"Oh, it's really the world that the people's hearts are not ancient, and even your old Xing has fallen into the eyes of money. That's it, when you settle your salary at the end of the month, you will be counted in my share! Jiang Hao laughed.

This style of conversation made Jiang Jiu's mood extremely relaxed. On weekdays, his subordinates didn't dare to joke with him, and people of the same rank as him didn't bother to associate with him because of his reputation as a "three-surnamed house slave". On the surface, he is in an important position, standing in troubled times without falling, and the scenery is infinite, but in fact he is extremely lonely. Only Master Xing and him are very good-tempered, and they are both Shaanxi natives, so the relationship between the two is good, and they are both hired and friends. Usually, as long as Jiang Hao is in a bad mood, he comes to Master Xing to learn martial arts, and then talks about some interesting things about his hometown and feats when he was young.

After talking and laughing, the two began to talk. In order to avoid accidents, he did not use any weapons, and directly used his fists and kicks.

Jiang Hao's martial arts are tempered by actual combat on the battlefield, and there are no tricks, but they are extremely practical. Master Xing's martial arts, on the other hand, look unfathomable, and it seems that every mainstream sect has a little bit of a shadow.

After dozens of moves, the two seemed to be high and low. Jiang Hao is self-aware, he has studied so many times, of course he knows that Master Xing's martial arts are actually far above him, but he just left himself to save face so that he didn't let himself be too ugly on the scene. But he didn't break it, he came to Master Xing to discuss, not to distinguish between high and low, but just to vent the boredom in his heart.

"Okay, okay, you and I don't have to win or lose, let's make peace! The scene of the third child is waiting for him to come to find it himself in the future, and I can't do anything about it. "Jiang Xuan, as usual, will accept it when he sees it.

"It's okay, Pepsi is precious!" Master Xing smiled meaningfully.

"It's a little bit before dinner, so let's go over there and have two drinks to cushion our stomachs."

"Okay."

The two walked through an archway and out of the courtyard into another garden. The main part of the garden is a man-made lake, and in the middle of the lake is a pavilion where you can sit and watch the lotus flowers in the lake. But by this time it was already winter, and most of the water in the lake had dried up, and there were no lotus flowers to enjoy.

Jiang Hao asked his subordinates to put two pots of wine and a few side dishes in the pavilion, and then dismissed all the idle people and others, and invited Master Xing to take a seat.

The reason why I chose this place is because the surrounding area is empty and clear, and there is no possibility of being hidden and eavesdropped. Although Jiang Hao had never said anything that he shouldn't have said in front of Master Xing, he had long been used to being wary of the people around him.

After some fists and kicks just now, and moving his body away, the boredom in Jiang Xuan's heart has disappeared a little. At this time, I talked about the interesting things about my hometown for a while with wine and food, and my mood was a little better. But the depression in his heart and the faint anger always existed and lingered, but he was cautious and rarely showed his true feelings.

Speaking of which, Jiang Hao couldn't help but be depressed and not hold back an evil fire. After the surrender of the Qing Dynasty, he thought that with his counterattack at the critical moment, and later made great contributions when he conquered Shaanxi, he would definitely be promoted and reused. But he didn't expect to be held accountable by the Qing court for supporting the king of Zaoqiang, and only stayed as the chief soldier of Datong. That's not all, Dolgon also sent his mother's brother Azig to Datong to sit in Datong, which is equivalent to putting another emperor on Jiang Hao's head. Azig is also a master who doesn't pay attention to things at all, and almost everything he does will increase Jiang Jiu's humiliation.

Recently, under the pretext that Chuer, the second tiger of the Mongolian Khalkha Department, had bad intentions, Dolgon was ready to let Boluo, the king of Duanzhong County, the king of Chengze County, and Wakda, the king of Doluo County, also lead troops to defend Datong to strengthen the defense, and ordered the local government to vigorously collect grain and grass, which made the people complain.

One Azig is enough, if those masters come with them, can they still let people live? Whenever he thought of this, Jiang Hao felt that the evil fire in his heart was surging up little by little, and in order not to cause trouble, he suppressed this evil fire again and again, but he didn't know how long he could continue to press it like this.

"Have you been worrying too much lately?" Master Xing asked, as if he could see that Jiang Jiu's expression was a little abnormal while talking and laughing.

"Haha, in life, how can you not encounter some troublesome things? Patience is over. Don't say that, don't say that. Jiang Hao snorted, reluctant to talk about such a sensitive topic.

But Master Xing didn't follow Jiang Hao to divert the topic as usual today, and after drinking all the wine in the cup, he said casually while playing with the wine glass: "Forbearance will pass, it is indeed the way of life for some people, but it is not the consistent style of acting for adults. ”

Jiang Xuan's hand stopped in mid-air, the smile on his face disappeared, and his two eyes gradually became as sharp as a blade.

Master Xing didn't care about Jiang Jiu's expression and the change in the atmosphere of the scene, and still said unhurriedly: "The first two adults didn't endure it, but now they have to endure it?" Is it the twilight of the hero, or is it the person he has to face that makes the adults more fearful? ”

Jiang Jiu's face had completely turned blue, and the hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly, as if he would rise up in the next moment and slam the wine glass on the ground.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, but in this heavy and depressing atmosphere, Master Xing is not shocked, and after saying what he wants to say, he continues to drink and eat food by himself. Until there was a heavy sigh from the other side, and a tired question: "Who are you?" ”