It has been six or seven days since Hu Cheng last went to Yanggu County, and the weather was fine on this day, and under Dulonggang, about 50 miles away from Yanggu County, one person and two riders were chatting and walking along the tree-lined official road.

The two riders, one in brocade and satin clothes, with fair skin, and a folding fan with a maid's fan in his hand, are like a handsome and turbid son, with a handsome face and a trace of uninhibited smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, such a temperament and appearance are enough to attract countless people of the opposite sex. The man on the other black horse next to him was burly and sturdy, with a complexion like carbon, and his face was not angry or powerful, except for a pair of spiky whiskers, which was simply the reincarnation of Zhang Fei at night. The most striking thing is the large axe hanging on the side of the horse, even the handle of the axe is forged from fine iron, if it is cut on a person, I am afraid that it can open the opponent in half from the top of the head, and the end is a murder weapon.

The two men on horseback were black and white, one literate and one martial, and they looked very strange, but compared with the one on the ground, the latter was undoubtedly more eye-catching.

The two horses were of the highest quality at first glance, not ordinary cart-pulling horses, and even if they did not gallop, they could trot slowly, but they were at least two or three times faster than ordinary pedestrians. But look at the one walking on the ground, but his face is not red, he is not panting, and he can still talk and laugh with the person who shakes the folding fan along the way, which is really weirdly tight.

"The big officials come from afar, and the little ones are far away!"

"The weather is good, it's time to step into spring!"

Outside Hujiazhuang, Ximenqing looked around at the early summer scenery, and said with a smile to Hu Cheng, who greeted him, "Last time you went to Yanggu County, this time I came to Hujiazhuang, is this what you have to do!" ”

"You're welcome!"

Hu Cheng was about to welcome Ximenqing and his party into the village, but he didn't want to rush out of the village a rather miraculous green horse, immediately a twenty-eight years old young woman, quite tall, dressed in an emerald green close-fitting short dress, hanging bows and arrows under the saddle, which can be called heroic.

"Sister, come over and see the Ximen official!"

Hu Cheng shouted, but he didn't want Hu Sanniang to ignore Ximenqing at all, but looked at Bian Xiang's big axe with interest, and sneered: "Wu Na Han, how much weight does your axe have, it won't be holding the door face, right?" ”

Hearing this, Hu Sanniang obviously didn't believe that Bian Xiang could wield such a heavy blade. Generally speaking, most of this kind of long-handled weapons are wooden rods and metal heads, like Bian Xiang's handle, which is two or three times heavier than the ordinary mountain axe, with a total weight of fifty-six catties, compared to Lu Zhishen's sixty-four pounds of water-milled Zen staff, but eight catties less, no wonder Hu Sanniang said so.

"Girl!"

Hu Chenggang scolded, but Ximenqing, who didn't want to be on the side, laughed softly: "You are Hu Sanniang, right?" I heard that you have a good pair of knives, if you don't believe it, you can compare it with my brother Bian, whether it is a face or not, and you will know when the time comes. ”

"Humph!"

Hu Sanniang glanced at Ximen Qing with disdain, and then said condescendingly to Bian Xiang on the horse, "Big black man, the school is waiting for you, don't be afraid to come!" Then the reins in his hand shook slightly, and the green horse neighed, kicked on the spot twice, and immediately turned around, and galloped away towards the village. This skill of controlling horses, but Ximen Qing was stunned, not to mention Bian Xiang, who had just learned to ride a horse for two days, even if he was a veteran, he was afraid that he might not be the opponent of this little girl. Originally, there was no suspense in Ximenqing's heart, but now he was looking forward to it.

"Daguan, my sister has not been used to female red since she was a child, she is just a sword, gun and stick, and she has also been taught by a famous teacher, speaking of which, this martial art is far above me......"

In Hu Cheng's eyes, this Ximenqing is a dignitary figure with his hands and eyes, and even the transfer envoys of Jingxi Road have dealings with him, and for a rich man like the Hu family, he naturally needs to be flattered. I'm afraid that the little sister doesn't know the severity, if she wins this black guy later, it won't be like losing Ximenqing's face. You know, according to the past comments, this lord is not a good person.

"Don't worry, my brother Bian has a good hand, and he will never hurt Sister Ling."

Ximen Qing didn't wait for Hu Cheng to finish speaking, so he intercepted his words. In his mind, no matter how superb Yizhangqing's riding skills are, with martial arts like Bian Xiang, it is not much of a problem to deal with a Hu Sanniang.

This Hu Sanniang is the only daughter of the owner, and no man in the village can win him, so he can't help but be a little arrogant. Since the last time my brother came back from Yanggu County, he inadvertently mentioned this Ximenqing, and after inquiring, he realized that he was a playboy who was immoral and talentless, and he couldn't look down on such pickled character in his heart. Today, I heard that this guy came to the door automatically, if you don't teach him a lesson, wouldn't it be cheaper for this guy.

It is with this kind of thinking that Hu Sanniang behaved like that when he was in Zhuangkou, the target of this competition was originally on Ximenqing, but he didn't want to change on the spot, and the opponent turned out to be the black guy.

Since it is a person all the way, it is definitely not a good product!

On the school field, riding his favorite horse back and forth, Hu Sanniang was stunned to put an honest farmer into the category of thugs who helped to abuse, if Bian Xiang knew what this girl thought, he didn't know how to shout injustice.

A quarter of an hour later, Hu Cheng accompanied Ximenqing and his party to the school field, and many Zhuang Ding came to hear the news along the way, obviously wanting to see which hero dared to touch the tigress's "butt".

"Play around, don't hurt that girl."

Ximenqing casually instructed, the straightforward Bian Xiang nodded, and then drove the horse all the way to the middle of the school field to stand still, and then held the fifty-six-pound mountain axe in both hands, and nodded to Hu Sanniang on the opposite side, meaning that he was ready.

Hu Sanniang was not polite, withdrew from the saddle and snowflake double knives, clamped his legs, and the spiritual green horse looked at Bian Xiang's place to run. However, with a distance of more than 100 steps, the speed has been increased to the extreme, which shows the tacit understanding of the cooperation of people and horses.

However, at this moment, no one in the audience around the school field cared about Hu Sanniang's riding skills, but was on the other side of the strange match.

"Big official, nothing will happen, right?"

"It's fine!"

……

"Bell! Clang! ”

didn't wait for Hu Cheng, who was skeptical off the field, to react, but the victory or defeat was already clear on the field.

As soon as it was closed, Hu Sanniang's snowflake double knife was blown away by Bian Xiang's mountain-opening axe, and the latter only neighed from the mount under him, and the whole horse retreated four or five steps, but Bian Xiang's body did not move at all.

"This, this ......"

Hu Ben himself is also a good rider, so he naturally knows what is going on.

Just now, with the help of horsepower, its attack speed and strength are not comparable to ordinary foot combat, and the opponent has no horsepower to knock off the opponent's weapon, and at the same time, he has to take into account the power of controlling the horse on his legs. Otherwise, even if it was the same result, Bian Xiang's body would inevitably shake to a certain extent, instead of the mount under him taking four or five steps back, he himself would still maintain his original posture.

The martial arts of this black-faced man and the iron rod Luan Tingyu of Zhujiazhuang are estimated to be between them, and I really don't know where this Ximen official found such a master.

"Good!"

Around the school field, there was a roar of applause, and Hu Sanniang, who was still menacing a moment ago, ran away with a red face, as for Bian Xiang, he didn't feel anything, and he played two tricks casually with the axe, and it was a little unpleasant.