The government officials of Jinju sent the news of the conscription of the state army to every household, and five households drew a male to fill the army according to the head, and the death row prisoners for serious crimes in the yamen were also brought out and taken to the border pass, and the chief of the village and town began to go door to door to collect all the surplus grain except rations and seeds, and even the carts of the army and the dart bureau were also requisitioned by the reserve army that transported the grain, and the dart masters could not carry the goods and walk thousands of miles on two legs, so it was rare to have more young and strong figures in the compound of the dart bureau except for the elderly and children of the family.

The head of the dart, Zhang Bashun, quietly retreated, and the deputy Gu Shengyang broke an arm and pushed the boat home to retire, and there were quite a few people in the hands of the dart master who quit the dart master and did not do it, and then cut out the few people who failed to come back.

It stands to reason that he has worked diligently in the dart bureau all his life, and he should set up a few tables of wine and then retire in a beautiful manner, but Zhang Bashun has never done so, but he invited the best friends on weekdays to quietly go to a restaurant in Yuancheng to have a drink, so he quit the work of the dart game, packed up the things in the compound, and hired a car to go home.

Zhang Bashun is very popular in the compound, and there are a lot of dart masters who send each other, and people who know the inside story sigh that when they want to retire when they are old, they have done a tricky private job, and half of the good hands in this dart have been killed and injured.

Wei Changpan stood in the crowd of people who saw him off, stood on tiptoe and looked at the gate of the dart bureau compound, and saw Zhang Bashun, who was standing on the car, hugged his fist to the crowd below, and waved to the car as much as he could.

Now that Zhang Anshun is gone, Lao Gu is still in the dart bureau for the elderly, and only Xiao Gu is left to be familiar.

The weather in Jinju was dry, and he woke up on his pillow to find blood stains on his pillow, and he hadn't eaten rice for a long time.

Over time, he missed a little bit, in the mountains and rivers of Jiangzhou, and the people in the town covered by the green mountains, where was his home, and he couldn't go back.

Zhang Bashun, who was standing on a high place, noticed the young man he brought back from Suzhou, remembered that the knife skills and boxing techniques that this young man had practiced to him were all things on the battlefield, and remembered the thick Jiangzhou accent when he spoke, and his heart moved slightly, and the thought that had just risen was dispelled by himself again, and he was a little self-deprecating in his heart, where could there be such a coincidence in the world.

"Thank you very much. Zhang Bashun finally saluted the crowd in front of the compound, then sat in front of the cart, drove the carriage away, and smiled at Wei Changpan before leaving.

"Brother Wei, what are you going to do in the future?" Someone behind him patted Wei Changpan's shoulder, and Gu Sheng looked like a hanger, "Zhang Darthead and my father are optimistic about you, thinking that you will have the hope of becoming a first-class dart master when you come in, and now the head of the dart tells you to go to the ancestral hall to be a little servant who sweeps and waits, and I would have left in a bad mood." ”

"If you come, you will be safe. ”

"Li'er is such a Li'er, but at the beginning, my father and Zhang Darttou agreed that you would come to the dart bureau to be a dart master, and now the two old men have retired, and I am not a person who can take ideas. Gu Sheng's face was embarrassed, and he finally said what was in his heart, "Dad said, if you really want to go, just talk to the head of the dart, and then there will be a dart to Suzhou in the spring of next year, and you will be picked up." ”

Wei Changpan didn't expect the father and son to think about things so thoroughly, the two goatskin gloves were twisted together, he originally intended to stay in Suzhou in the name of Wu He Dart Bureau, so that it would be convenient to find news about Yanyulou, Zou Yongan's death disrupted all his previous ideas, and he came to Jinzhou in the north.

He was wrapped in a hot kang almost every night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the smoke and rain floating on the wild river at the junction of Jiangzhou and Suzhou, and there was a red glow under the disciples of the building, and in the Washington Mansion of Heqing County, a swarm of flies were dancing on the corpse covered with a white cloth, the white cloth was not covered, and the pale hands were exposed to the eyes, without a trace of blood, and the heavy rancid stench permeated the courtyard and could not be dispersed.

The moment he took out the knife to kill and the time after the killing, his mind was just a blank, and the moves he had practiced over time would naturally respond to the enemy without using his brain and body, the blood on the knife was warm, and the corpse in front of him gradually became cold.

For a long time, he didn't want to touch the knife that Zhou Dangdang gave him, if the Zhang family and Master Qian Cai in Qishan County taught him the boxing method based on self-protection, then the knife technique handed over to him by Zhou Dangdang was something that was really used to kill people, before this he never thought that he could have such a profound attainment on a piece of stubborn iron, when the angle and strength of the chopping tended to be perfect, the opponent's moves were put very slowly in his eyes, and the moment the knife cut the flesh and blood, the whole body was comfortable.

"Your master and my master probably didn't want you to follow this path, so they didn't teach you this. Zhou Dangdang gave him his saber when he finished teaching his last lesson, and on the sea pond in Huating County, this man with half-white sideburns looked at the tide in the moonlight, "But you have been caught in this tide, and everything that follows, in fact, is completely up to you and me." ”

"We are all human beings who can't help ourselves. ”

Different from the boxing techniques learned in the town and in Qishan County, every move and style of the knife skills taught to him by Zhou Dangdang was for killing, from the first wooden knife to the unedged iron piece until the last time, when the two tried their hands, they used an open-edged iron knife.

Zhou Dangdang's knife cut through the skin when he separated his chopping frame and hit Wei Changpan's neck, and when a trace of blood flowed down, he felt the powerless suffocation feeling when he was chased by dozens of horsemen that day, and the laughter of joking and mockery lingered in his ears, and he became a hare chased by a hound, driven into a desperate situation.

"Is there anyone in the Wuhe Dart Game who can teach martial arts? Wei Changpan Huo Ran turned around and stared into Gu Sheng's eyes, "If there is, then I'll stay." ”

"No, Brother Wei, your skills are not enough, Brother Wei, how old are you and a three-story martial artist!" Gu Sheng put on a sad face, "If my father knew what you said, he would have to compare me with Brother Wei." ”

"Sixteen, another five months and seventeen. ”

"Twenty-six? Then Brother Wei is really tender. ”

"It's not twenty-six, it's sixteen. ”

"Sixteen...."Gu Sheng's expression froze on his face, and he slowly turned his head, "Then Brother Wei, aren't you only a few months older than me..."

Three-story Takeo .... The sixteen-year-old three-story martial artist wants to find another master to teach him to improve his martial arts.... Should he, Gu Sheng, buy a piece of tofu as soon as possible and die of it?

But if he wants to buy a piece of tofu and die, then most of the people in the dart game will have to do this, and the tofu in the whole city will not be enough.

Looking at the entire dart game, the three-story martial arts master is already the backbone of the pillars, most of them are middle-aged people, and the three-story martial artists who can have more than 20 are all trained as the successors of the dart head, and the whole dart game adds up to more than ten people, among which the youngest is the youngest, Gu Sheng remembers.... Seems like twenty-five?

"There are probably only a few people who can teach Brother Wei in the entire Wuhe dart game, but the best one is, of course, the head of the dart. Gu Sheng, who was full of bitterness, patted Wei Changpan's shoulder, "I thought that after two years, I would not be able to climb the third floor, at least the second floor would have no problem, and in my twenties, I might be able to hope to go to the next floor, but now it seems that I am just following your ass and eating ashes." ”

Yes, why did his entry on the way to martial arts be far beyond his previous expectations, obviously in the eyes of anyone, he is a mediocre talent, but he spends one or two hours more than others practicing boxing and swords every day, and he sweats more, but these are all things he enjoys, yes, how did he climb three floors at this age?

"How about it? Are you willing to stay in the ancestral hall and do things first?" Song Yanchao, the head of the dart, lifted the teapot and wanted to pour it into the bowl, feeling a little troublesome, so he simply brought the spout to his mouth and raised his head to drink, and wiped his mouth after drinking, "There is no shortage of dart masters in the dart bureau now, but there is still one less person to sprinkle and sweep in the ancestral hall dedicated to the tablet of the dart master who died in battle." ”

"It doesn't matter what kind of work it is, I just hope that if the chief dart head is free, he can teach the juniors skills. ”

Song Yanchao laughed when he heard this, and his snow-white short beard was shaking, "It's just that I want you to do some sweeping work, so you have to ask for the ability to apprentice from me, and your wishful thinking is inevitably too good." ”

Gu Sheng, who was on the side, couldn't help but pout when he heard this, when will Wu He Dart Bureau take a three-story martial artist to do some sweeping work? Good guy, I'm afraid that the one on the dragon chair in the capital doesn't have such a style.

Although Song Yanchao, who was still calm and calm on his face, couldn't help but drum in his heart, it was indeed Wu He's dart game that was too harsh, if you want the horse to run, you always have to give the horse some grass, now a good horse is in your hands, you don't need to raise it with good forage and oats, you have to use it to pull the mill and eat coarse grass, which horse can stand it?

However, the foals that can withstand it are the materials that can really travel thousands of miles a day.

"By the way, I heard Zhang Bashun say that they met you on the border north of Suzhou. Song Yanchao looked Wei Changpan up and down, his eyes playful, "But listening to the accent in your words, it doesn't look like a native of Suzhou, but it is the taste of the southern counties of Gujiang Prefecture, and there is a little bit of grass and trees in the mountains, most of them are people from mountain villages?"

"Your swordsmanship and boxing skills are all things on the battlefield, the martial artists of Jiangzhou, those who have never been on the battlefield will never teach such skills...."

There are some words that don't need to be finished, and those who should understand have already understood, seeing Wei Changpan's face change drastically, most of the original conjectures are facts, and the white-bearded and white-haired old man sighed faintly, maybe this is the will of heaven, and the people who are inextricably linked finally came together.