Feibai and Feng Erlang were close at hand, and they happened to hear a soft sigh from him. "What's on Erlang's mind?"

Feng Erlang's eyes were fragrant in the distance through the night sky, and his tone became gloomy: "Do you know my past experience?" Feibai shook his head. It's been seven years, and I thought I had forgotten the past, but I still can't forget it. Beckoning Feibai to sit down on the spot, put the crutches aside casually, and slowly lowered his body, sat opposite him, and told the old past.

It turned out that Feng Erlang's family lived in Haiduan Town, ancestral mining and casting two crafts, and in his father's generation, he opened a blacksmith shop on the street and supported himself. The two sons of the Feng family were named Da Lang Erlang, and the son inherited his father's business, and his life became more and more prosperous. Especially this Erlang, he is born with a talent for casting, far more than his father and brother, and he has become famous before he has a weak crown. Under the fame, he is a young man who is proud, and his temperament is inevitably a little conceited. In addition, he has a chivalrous spirit, and he has been a good martial artist since elementary school, thinking that the world is so big that there is no place he can't go, and he often looks forward to leaving home.

In this year, in the north of South Korea, the state of Chu, to which the town of Haidu, belonged, issued a conscription document, and according to the convention, it should have been Da Lang to enlist in the army. Feng Erlang took this as a godsend, and joined the army in place of his brother without telling his family, leaving only a note explaining his whereabouts. The family saw that the wood was in the boat, and they had to follow his wishes. It's just that Mrs. Feng feels sorry for her young son and worries about her day and night, so she falls ill.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, Heng Lance Fu Poetry is just a poet's feelings after all, and the cruelty of the battlefield is far from what ordinary people can imagine. The two armies fought, and human lives were like mustard. The news of whose son and nephew died in battle kept coming from the front line, and Mrs. Feng was overly worried, and she died in two or three years. Later, the soldiers who were seriously injured on the front line and were able to return to their hometowns brought back the news scatteredly, Feng Erlang was promoted to captain, and later promoted to captain, team leader, and captain. The border war became more and more fierce, and finally after a decisive battle, the two countries shook hands and made peace, and each side withdrew its troops, thousands of heroic martyrs, and in the end it was nothing more than a pile of bones in the wilderness.

Feng Erlang returned to his hometown.

In the final decisive battle, Feng Erlang led his troops to desperately protect the army in the army, stabilize the morale of the army, and finally repelled the strong enemy and won a crushing victory. But 200 robes and a left leg remained on the battlefield forever.

The commander of this war asked for merit for him, and the court gave him a large amount of wealth and conferred righteousness. Feng Erlang knew that he was disabled and could not continue to serve in the army, so he distributed all the wealth and silk to the families of his fallen subordinates, resigned from the army general, and returned to the township alone.

Feng's father was originally sad about the death of his wife, and when he saw that his young son was disabled, he couldn't help but cry. Da Lang took pity on his younger brother and insisted on not letting him run the family business, so he only needed to recuperate at home. And he and his father jointly run the blacksmith shop and provide for his disabled brother. After this great change, Feng Erlang's temperament has become very calm, and he never complains. In the backyard of his home, he bought a pair of tools, and was obsessed with casting, and his skills have become more and more perfect in the past seven years, and he has a faint grandmaster style.

In the sound of striking iron day after day, what swords and swords, and what great prospects have become the past. After Feng Erlang finished speaking, he looked at Feibai: "When I say this today, I am neither self-pity nor self-harm, nor self-boasting, nor self-deception. It's just to fall in love with you and say a few words of soul. Not everyone can dig so much ore in a short period of time, and I have always known your toughness. It's just that I don't know if you have any other ideas, for example, ambitions. ”

Only then did Feibai know that he seemed to have easily gained a lot of money, and he had learned the casting skills that others might not have learned so far, but in addition to luck, he had been recognized by Feng Erlang to do so. After thinking for a while, he said: "Erlang, I am different from you, you are only in this world, although I am here, there is another world in my heart. But I'm the same as you, I'll never be satisfied with what I'm looking for, and one day I'll run far away! ”

Feng Erlang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Although I don't know what your other world is, since you have great ambitions, it is not in vain for me to make you a friend." After speaking, he took out a nameplate and engraved the three seal characters of "Iron and Blood Order". "This token was given to me by Nangong Hunt, the commander of the army and the head of the Iron Blood Gate, and anyone who holds this order can worship under the Iron Blood Gate. Your qualifications and character are all the best choices, and it is best to practice the Iron Blood Gate Exercises. ”

Feibai twitched slightly, thinking that among the sects that had been made public in the rivers and lakes, he had not heard of the sect of the Iron Blood Sect, could it be a hidden sect? So he said: "To be honest, although I have made a little success in mining and casting, I have not yet practiced martial arts. I originally thought that I would enter the Sword Washing Villa in a few days and specialize in swordsmanship, but I don't know what kind of sect this iron-blooded sect is? ”

"It's no wonder that you don't know, although the Iron Blood Sect is an authentic martial arts, it is slightly different from other sects." Feng Erlang showed a sudden look, and patiently explained to Feibai, "People in the rivers and lakes think that there are seven righteous sects in the world, and there are more than thirty small sects, no matter how big or small, most of them are based on famous mountains and big cities, and the places where the gates are stationed are also in the mountains and cities, or they are quiet in the mountains, which is convenient for the study of martial arts; Or take advantage of the prosperity of the city, accumulate wealth, and then strengthen the sect. In terms of strength, the Iron Blood Sect is by no means weaker than the Seven Major Factions, but the station is in the Hanshui camp, and the people are mainly soldiers. The people in the rivers and lakes are pretentious and have little contact with the military, so not many people know about it. If you talk about martial arts, the Iron Blood Gate is based on war, and the eighteen kinds of martial arts are deeply studied in the door, and the number of profound martial arts is still above the rest of the sects. In addition, the heaviest fight in the army, one move and one style have been repeatedly tempered by countless soldiers, if you talk about killing the enemy in battle, the efficiency is even higher than that of the Jianghu sect. The master of the door, Nangong Hunt, has been steadily ranked among the top three in the world in martial arts cultivation for many years, and the four generals under his command are also among the top 30. ”

"Besides," Feng Erlang smiled indifferently, "The iron-blooded order I gave you can be used as a token for the inner disciples, and you can directly worship under the sect master and the four major generals to learn the arts." ”

The sects in the game, Feibai has also learned some of them these days, almost every sect has an inner and outer door, the outer door is an ordinary disciple, and those who practice are all introductory martial arts. The inner door is like the top class of the school, not only the martial arts taught by the master are more advanced, but the resources that can be enjoyed by the sect are not comparable to the outer disciples. Of course, the opening time is still short, and judging from the information he has learned, he has not heard of anyone who has become an inner disciple.

At this time, Feibai didn't hesitate, took the token with both hands, got up and thanked: "Thank you so much, Erlang." ”

Feng Erlang waved his hand, "Don't thank me, you have this opportunity." I only know a little about the Iron Blood, and it's up to you how you plan to do it in the future. You still lack the foundation of martial arts, this shield can help you, as for whether to practice the practice of making a shield, you have to make up your own mind. You don't need a hammer to beat the drum, I'll just ramble on that. ”

Feibai Zhengse said: "Erlang passed on my casting skills and gave me a weapon to kill the enemy, although he treated me like a friend, he was actually a teacher." I dare not forget this kindness, only to hone my skills day and night, refine my martial arts, and live up to Erlang's teachings. The rivers and lakes are far away, and there will be a time to meet again in the future, so I will say goodbye to you. ”

Watching Feibai stride away, Feng Erlang didn't get up, and seemed to see himself ten years ago in front of him, and suddenly smiled slightly. Youth, cherish!

Feibai walked out of Feng's house, summoned the black donkey, and took advantage of the night to go to the Hanshui camp. The town's post house is not open at night, and even during the day, there is only one route to the nearby state town. Haiduan went to the Hanshui camp, and it is estimated from the map that it will take about 3 hours if it doesn't work. Fortunately, the black donkey is also a mount anyway, and there is a 50% bonus to speed, so by the time the morning light was faint the next day, Feibai had already seen that the military tents on the south bank of the Hanshui were dotted around, and a camp with banners hunting and hunting was the Hanshui camp.

Although he was a little sleepy, Feibai still decided to talk to his subordinates, so that he could get some information in advance and make plans in advance. Before he could get close to the gate, two sergeants came up with guns and interrogated them. Feibai showed the iron-blooded order, explaining the intention. When the two of them saw the token, they put away the iron spear, and their faces were obviously relaxed. One said: "Please wait here, I'll go and inform the marshal." Another sergeant stood in place with Feibai waiting for a reply, which was actually more like surveillance. It didn't take long for the sergeant to turn around, "Commander, please!" ”

Feibai then walked into the camp, vaguely heard the sound of clanging iron and the neighing of horses from the depths of the camp. Above the handsome position in the tent, one person has a beard, sits upright, and the four armored generals under the tent are also tigers, presumably Nangong Hunt and the four generals. Seeing him come in, ten eyes like substance swept over. Fly white, collect your mind, and give a fist salute.

Nangong Hunt raised his right hand lightly, signaled to be exempt, and smiled at the four generals: "I said how I heard the magpie cry this morning, it turned out that a young hero came to help." He said to Feibai again: "Young man, I heard that you have an iron-blooded order." Feibai replied, and briefly said Feng Erlang's matter. Hearing Feng Erlang's name, Nangong Hunt suddenly nodded Wei Wei, and his heart was like this.

"How's that mad tiger doing?" When Feng Erlang was in the army, he would charge forward without a fight, killing the enemy like a mad tiger, and for a long time, the soldiers in the army were called mad tigers. I can't imagine that seven years after the commander of the First Army, he still remembers that he was a small captain.

Feibai then told Feng Erlang's recent situation and inventory. Nangong Hunt sighed: "Feng Er is qualified, brave and resolute, and he may not be able to be qualified as a general in time, but it's a pity!" Then he said: "Since Feng Erlang recommended you as my disciple, there must be something extraordinary, I will accept you as a disciple of my own lineage, and as long as you meet the conditions, you can practice at will." In addition, although you are a member of my family, you do not need to be bound by military regulations, you just need to remember that under the iron and blood, you must take it as your responsibility to kill the enemy and serve the country, so as to live up to your seven-foot body. ”

Feibai received them one by one, officially bowed, bowed to the teacher, and bowed to the four generals one by one.

Nangong Hunting said: "Come over Feibai, you can choose what you want to learn." "Feibai got closer, and the system popped up the exercises that could be practiced, densely packed, and I was dizzy to see. First of all, there are eighteen kinds of weapons, such as iron-blooded knife technique, iron-blooded spear technique, and iron-blooded sword technique...... Followed by the iron-blooded shield, iron-blooded arrow, and iron-blooded crossbow that are not among the eighteen weapons, and then the fist method, the leg method, the palm method, the hidden weapon, the heart method, and the body method, all of which are prefixed with iron blood, these exercises are marked in purple, which belong to high-level martial arts, and they are all unpracticeable for Feibai. Further down is a line of a few large orange letters: Expert Martial Arts (not open). The last item: Zhenpai martial arts. Death Battle (Status-based Martial Arts, after use, all sect martial arts are doubled in power, lasting six hours, with a cooldown of thirty-six hours.) ）

After reading it, none of them met the cultivation conditions, and Feibai suddenly made a difficulty. Nangong Hunt also saw Feibai's predicament, so he said: "Martial arts can't be achieved overnight, and you can't be arrogant, your skills are still shallow, so go to the camp to find a martial arts instructor to practice basic martial arts first, and then come to me when you reach an advanced level." After speaking, he went out of the Chinese military tent, and the four generals followed, not knowing where to go.