The relationship between master and apprentice in ancient times is far from being comparable to that of teachers and students in later generations.

One day master and apprentice, lifelong father and son.

These eight words may sound exaggerated, but to some extent, they reflect the importance attached to the master-apprentice relationship at that time.

Otherwise, the master of heaven and earth, among the three outlines and five constants, the master is listed among them?

It feels good to accept such a famous general as an apprentice, but it also brings huge pressure to Yang Shouwen.

He's not the heartless kind of person. If Feng Changqing can't get ahead in the future, he, the master, will become a sinner.

"Ugly slave, since you want to worship me as a teacher, I agree.

But there are some things I want to make clear to you...... You are very smart, and you must have guessed that I have something very important to do when I come to the Western Regions this time. This can be dangerous...... So, early tomorrow morning, I will send you back to Juliu City. When my matter is settled, I will return to Juliu City to find you, and then I will take you and your grandfather back to the Central Plains. ”

Yang Shouwen naturally had good intentions, but he didn't expect it, but it angered Feng Changqing.

"What did Master say by that?

Since the ugly slave worships you as his master, he naturally leads the horse and follows him left and right. How can there be a reason why the master is in danger, but the disciple is hiding aside. Since the master has accepted the ugly slave as an apprentice, the ugly slave will follow the master. Besides, the ugly slave grew up in Anthy and knows Anthy better. It may not be of much help, but there is something you can do for Master.

Since the master has recognized the ugly slave, please don't say anything about letting the ugly slave go back. ”

The little guy is quite peeing!

Yang Shouwen was not only angry, but also looked at Feng Changqing's gaze, which became a little different......

"Well, in that case, then you have to follow me well, lest I have to be distracted to take care of you when the time comes."

"Master, don't worry, the ugly slave grew up in Anxi, although he has no power to restrain the chicken, he still has some ability to protect himself."

"Oh?"

Feng Changqing grinned and opened up the burden that the horse taste had given him.

Except for a few changes of clothes inside. There is also a crossbow.

This hand crossbow is a little different from the hand crossbow that Yang Shouwen has seen before, it is smaller in size, the style is more peculiar, and it can be attached to the arm. From the outside, there is no abnormality at all. The arrows used in this hand crossbow are shorter, and the whole body is made of pig iron. Place the bolt on the crossbow and open the frame. Then, with a press of the wrist, you can fire a crossbow bolt. However, due to its size, the crossbow was not fired at a very long distance.

But even so, after Yang Shouwen tried it, he found that this crossbow was within ten steps and could penetrate the hard poplar wood.

"It's ......"

"My grandfather made it especially for me.

I was not in good health since I was a child, and my grandfather was worried that I would be in danger outside, so he built this crossbow for me...... Last year, the reason why my grandfather offended the Dushan Guard. It was also because I accidentally shot his son.

Since then, my grandfather has kept this sleeve crossbow in his collection, and if he hadn't come out with Master this time, he wouldn't have given it to me. ”

Yang Shouwen played with the sleeve crossbow and was amazed.

The structure of this sleeve crossbow is somewhat complicated, and it must be difficult to make.

Unexpectedly, in this era, it was really unexpected to be able to see such a craft weapon.

It can also be seen from this that the taste of horses is definitely not as simple as Puzhou Sima.

Yang Shouwen admired it for a while. returned the sleeve crossbow to Feng Changqing.

"Ugly slave, put this away, I can't say that it will be of great use in the future."

"The ugly slave knows."

Feng Changqing saw that Yang Shouwen no longer insisted on driving him back, and immediately smiled. He put his sleeve crossbow away. Stood up and went to help Yang Sixteen pack his things. And Yang Shouwen looked at his back and said in his heart: After this matter is over, we must find someone to cure the horse taste, and then bring him back to Luoyang...... This guy is also a craftsman, no matter how bad he is.

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Feng Changqing was weak, so he fell asleep early.

And Yang Shouwen did not feel sleepy. So he leaned on the camel and pretended to sleep.

Yang Sixteen sat next to the bonfire, looking at the bonfire in a daze. A gust of wind blew, stirring the bonfire and dancing, and the firewood inside crackled and burst into a spark.

Yang Shouwen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"Do you hear that?"

At this time, Yang Sixteen also stood up.

"I hear you."

Yang Shouwen nodded and pointed at Feng Changqing, "Sixteen, protect this child, I'll go check the situation." ”

"Ah Lang be careful."

Yang Shouwen didn't say anything more, turned around and ran away.

The mountain breeze blew, faintly mixed with the sound of shouting and shouting, and the sound of weapons clashing.

The wind is blowing from the mountains, and the sound should also come from the mountains, and it will not be too far away from Yang Shouwen and them.

Yang Shouwen walked like a fly, like a ghost walking through the mountains.

He was very fast, and he stopped here and there, listened for a moment, and then set off again.

After running for about a kilometer, Yang Shouwen suddenly stopped, and then jumped into the bushes on the side of the road.

As soon as he came down, he heard footsteps from the other side of the mountain road.

A man dressed in a bearded suit staggered from the side of the mountain road. It can be seen that he is seriously injured and even unsteady on his road. In his hand, he dragged an iron spear, and after walking a few steps, he fell to the ground, and the iron spear flew out of his hand.

He struggled to his feet, but before he could get to his feet, an arrow flew from behind him.

The man was clearly exhausted, not even having the strength to dodge. The arrow struck him in the shoulder, and the force of it knocked him to the ground again. He tried to get up, but he was only halfway up when he heard the sound of a bowstring and another arrow striking him in the thigh. This man is really a ruthless character, he didn't make a sound, only gritted his teeth and wanted to get up.

"Mirkin, do you still want to run by this time?"

The sound of horses' hooves, from the other end of the mountain road, slowly came three horses.

The person at the head spoke Turkic dialect, but the pronunciation seemed to be accented, which was a little different from the Turkic dialect that Yang Shouwen had learned before, so it was a bit laborious to listen.

Yang Shouwen only heard that the injured man was called Milkin.

The moonlight shone on the mountain road, and it also reflected Milkin's appearance.

He was covered in blood.

He struggled to his feet and yelled at the three men. Well, it should be a curse, but this guy's speech speed is too fast, and Yang Shouwen can't keep up with his speed of speech. Vaguely, he only heard Mirkin scolding the other party for doing a thousand pounds, which should be the name of one of the three people. Milkin cursed as he staggered to the side of the road.

The iron spear was not far from Yang Shouwen, and he wanted to pick it up again.

A knight, bent bow and arrow.

The person next to him suddenly stopped him and said to Mirgin: "Elanshahr has been extinct for fifty years, and the descendants of Alda are now gathered around the Millen family, waiting for the revival of the dynasty again. How can you, a descendant of the Mirren family, follow the descendants of Kuslaw into exile like a lost dog, and revive the empire?

As long as you tell you the whereabouts of the old Kuth descendants, I can guarantee that the Mirren family will welcome you back into the arms of the family. ”

Milkin picked up the spear, and suddenly his words changed, and he shouted loudly in a language that Yang Shouwen did not understand at all.

At the same time, a bag landed in the bushes and was falling in front of Yang Shouwen.

He was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

Could it be that this Milkin, has he found him?

Just as he was confused, Milkin gritted his teeth and rushed at the three men on the mountain road with his spear.

The person who spoke seemed to be enraged by the series of words that Yang Shouwen did not understand at all, and the prancing horse pounced on Mirgin.

Only the sound of gold and iron was heard, and the war horse swept past Mirgin.

Milkin staggered forward a dozen paces, and fell to his knees, the spear in his hand broken in two.

A puddle of blood spurted from his neck, and he threw his head up, a series of ho-ho sounds in his throat, and then he straightened up and fell to the ground. The scimitar in the knight's hand was clearly a Damascus scimitar, sharpened like clay.

He turned his horse back to Milkin's side, jumped off his horse, and crouched beside Milkin's corpse.

After a moment, he raised his head and said a few words to the other two knights.

The two knights nodded, and the man picked up Milkin's body and placed it on horseback......

He turned over and straddled his horse, and left along the mountain road with the two knights.

Yang Shouwen waited in the bushes for a long time, and after making sure that the three people would not come back, he slowly got up from the bushes...... (To be continued.) )