Xiao Chu returned to the barracks, it was almost dusk, and the light of the setting sun was gradually sinking from the west.

Maybe it was because he was rescued by Xiao Mu in the war that he picked up a life, and he always had an inexplicable resonance in his blood about the war and the sound of soldiers' hooves, so when he heard that he could finally gallop on the battlefield, he was inevitably a little excited in his heart.

The barracks were busy, thinking that Xiao Mu's military order should be one step ahead of him, and the entire barracks would be operational. Since the rebellion in the East China Sea, there have been few battles in Benhai City, so there are few such large-scale reorganizations in the barracks, and for a while, many soldiers who are still young in seniority seem to be a little flustered and at a loss, under the shouting and reprimanding of the officers, they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot, rampage, and do not know what to say.

Due to Xiao Chu's special status, those high-level generals just looked at Xiao Chu, they were all very smart, and they passed by him directly, as if they didn't see him, they didn't have to give Xiao Chu a face, and they weren't afraid of being told that they would give him preferential treatment.

Xiao Chu didn't accept this feeling. A familiar figure approached him, Xiao Chu quickly followed, no matter what the person was doing, he helped him hold a box that looked very heavy, presumably some kind of military supplies. Those generals were naturally happy to see Xiao Chu take the initiative to participate, saving them from embarrassment, and they didn't say much, but just ordered the person next to Xiao Chu, urging him to hurry up.

"Zeng Han! clumsy, it's not neat!"

Zeng Han nodded hurriedly, quickened his pace, and walked forward with the box on his shoulder. When he left the general's sight, Zeng Han raised his eyebrows, looked at Xiao Chu and asked, "Young Master Xiao also has the leisure to do these hard labors?"

Zeng Han and Xiao Chu are of the same age, and their qualifications in the military camp are also very similar, and young people always have the mentality of these comparisons, so he has always been at odds with Xiao Chu, and Xiao Chu has long been used to it and does not want to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Xiao Chu was silent, Zeng Han just snorted coldly, carried the box with the two of them, and stopped talking. The two moved their things to the baggage camp, and Xiao Chu didn't say anything to Zeng Han, just turned around and left, Zeng Han didn't even have a chance to speak. He looked at the figure of Xiao Chu leaving silently, and couldn't help but secretly grit his teeth and curse.

Xiao Chu walked in the direction of the warehouse, wanting to see what else he could help. He also deliberately chose a path with few people, because his identity is well known, but the identity of the "righteous son" is really embarrassing. In the eyes of others, with this name, he can neither be clearly authoritarian, nor can he be at the mercy of others, he belongs to the kind of person who has not stammered or not, offended the troublesome character, under the influence of inexplicable speculation and jealousy, he will inevitably receive some strange eyes in the barracks, walking in front of people, and the feeling of being watched and talking behind him makes him very unhappy.

However, he always has a cold face, not much defense and no more right and wrong, except for a few people like Zeng Han who persevered to find Xiao Yu and was unhappy, most people would not be close to him or resentful, and most of them avoided him from afar.

Therefore, Xiao Chu even unconsciously often came into contact with Zeng Han, even if he often spoke coldly to himself, or ridiculed him in a weird way, sometimes the two of them were not convinced, and they even started to move. The two were reprimanded several times, but they were still happy, and from time to time they appeared in front of Zeng Han with a straight face, deliberately or unintentionally provoking him. Xiao Chu himself can't tell why he is so "cheap", but at least this person can arouse the fighting spirit in Xiao Chu's heart, or vitality, unlike others who are far away, lukewarm and lifeless to themselves.

And in the palace, the subordinates also kept a distance from him, compared to the young master with a cold face at this moment, the subordinates prefer Xiao Ying'er and Xiao Yilan, the ancestors who like to make trouble, although they always give them a headache, but they are all close to the subordinates, and they are better to talk.

Therefore, whether in the palace or in the barracks, Xiao Chu is a single figure most of the time. After staying in such an environment for a long time, it is inevitable that I will be a little depressed and gloomy.

Xiao Chu walked with his head down, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow emerging in front of his feet, dragging it long under the sunset. He looked up, and Zheng Fang's unshaven face came into view. He was still holding two wooden sticks in his hands, and smiled at Xiao Fu, the beard on his lips twitched slightly: "Come to practice?"

Xiao Chu looked around, and there were some soldiers coming and going, looking at Xiao Chu and Zheng Fang from time to time.

"Here?"

"When do you still care what others think?" Zheng Fang still smiled and threw a wooden stick to Xiao Chu.

Pictures suddenly flashed through Xiao Chu's mind, there were bursts of beacon fires, and the sound of soldiers' hooves faintly came, leaving all thoughts behind. His heart moved, took the wooden stick, and squatted on the horse, which was a very common starting style in spearmanship.

Zheng Fang also put on a posture casually, and also freed up a hand and beckoned to Xiao Chu. Zheng Fang often brought Xiao Chu to teach him marksmanship, and he didn't know if he was very instructed by Xiao Mu, but he seemed to like this apprentice very much, and he was going to clean him up when he had time, and then looked at Xiao Chu who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, stroked his beard and laughed. Presumably before setting out on the expedition, he deliberately came to knock and knock Xiao Chu.

Xiao Chu had no distractions at the moment, replaced the gun with a stick, and slammed out at Zheng Fang, making a sharp move, and made a "whirring" sound. Zheng Fang's face remained unchanged, and he waved the long stick in his hand, like weaving a stick net, blocking all of Xiao Fu's attacks.

He always took a defensive position, allowing Xiao Yu to attack like a storm, but did not wait for an opportunity to counterattack. Xiao Chu had long been accustomed to Zheng Fang's methods, and he used more force in his hands, and the crisp "bang" sound of sticks connecting with each other was endless.

Zheng Fang swung his stick and flicked away the long stick that Xiao Fu swept over, his arm swung slightly, and one end of the wooden stick shot out violently, flying towards Xiao Fu's chest. He thought that Xiao Chu was about to be repulsed, but unexpectedly, Xiao Chu held the stick in front of his chest, held the stick with both hands, turned his wrist, and drew a circle in front of him, bounce Zheng Fang's extremely swift stick shadow away.

He let out a soft "huh", and suddenly became interested, turned defense into offense, and the stick shadow in the sky instantly engulfed Xiao Chu. Xiao Chu struggled to support, Zheng Fang jumped up, and the long stick in his hand fell heavily from above. Xiao Chu suddenly became short, and stuck one end of the wooden stick on the ground, just stuck in the gap between the two floor tiles, and the other end was catching up with Zheng Fang, who was jumping up. Zheng Fang's eyes showed a look of approval, but the momentum of the forward rush could not be stopped, so he took back the long stick that was raised above his head, changed it to a sweep, and collided with Xiao Yu's wooden stick.

With a "click" sound, the two wooden sticks were disconnected, Xiao Chu took the opportunity to retreat, but Zheng Fang chased after him closely, and before Xiao Chu could react, he saw a cold light flashing and resting on his neck.

"Hehe, forcing me to break both sticks, but it's a little better. ”

"You still have hidden weapons?" The blade didn't stick to Xiao Yu's skin, but he still felt the chill on his neck and didn't dare to move.

Zheng Fang smiled and took a step back, which also allowed Xiao Chu to see what was in his hand clearly. It was a dagger about seven inches long, with only a few strips of cloth wrapped around the handle, if you only look at the handle of the knife, it is just a bargain, but the cold light on the blade is flickering, Xiao Chu can still recall the chill from a moment ago, and he can't help but shiver. As if showing off, Zheng Fang picked up half of the wooden stick, and slashed it casually with a dagger in his hand, and the wooden stick suddenly broke off again, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

Xiao Chu stared at the dagger and asked, "What is this, so sharp?"

Zheng Fang withdrew the dagger from a scabbard and suddenly threw it to Xiao Chu. Xiao Chu was startled and carefully caught it.

"The prince entrusted me to you, this expedition, I want you to take this thing to defend yourself, just in case. Seeing the rare look of surprise on Xiao Chu's face, Zheng Fang smiled and said, "This is not an ordinary blade, but from the East China Sea. In the East China Sea, there is a volcano of Luoyan and scattered metal minerals, which are smelted by lava day and night, called the Iron of Rest, and forged into a blade, called the 'Spirit Blade', which is not only extremely sharp, but according to legend, this metal hides the spirit of the undead, and after the mage strikes, it can help the sword-wielder to defeat the enemy. ”

"So mysterious?" Xiao Yu was skeptical.

Zheng Fang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, who has ever seen such a thing as an undead? Not to mention the undead, I haven't even seen a mage." I just tried, this spirit blade and the internal force in the body has an inexplicable resonance, the internal breath goes, the blade goes, so it is easier to use than ordinary blades, but I have not practiced the internal strength, the internal force is just a little bit of the body accumulated spontaneously over the years, the specific feeling I can't tell, maybe in the hands of the internal strength, this thing can play a greater role. But this is a good thing after all, even in Benhai City, it is not easy to buy, and the prince treats you well. ”

Since ancient times, people who practice martial arts have been divided into internal and external skills, like Zheng Fang, who are often in the military camp, most of them are just concentrating on studying external skills, that is, swords, guns, sticks, fists and feet, these skills that can be quickly developed are the most direct tools to defeat the enemy on the battlefield. The other way is to temper the human body by absorbing natural aura and strengthen the internal qi of internal breath, which is more like a cultivation method that pursues the way of heaven and man than martial arts, and the cultivation often takes longer years and is more difficult. Legend has it that after the completion of the internal power, the power is strong, and the heaven and the earth coexist, but the mainland has not heard of anyone practicing the internal power to the ultimate realm, and all kinds of external power masters are endless, so most of the internal power has been lost, and the number of people practicing the inner power has been reduced more and more.

Xiao Qi studied under Zheng Fang, and the internal breath in his body, that is, the internal force, was naturally pitiful.

Xiao Chu pulled out the blade of the knife, and clearly felt that when he held the dagger, the already small internal force in his body poured into the dagger like a trickle flowing into a dry river, and there was a cool feeling in his tentacles.

He arched his hand earnestly and said, "Thank you to my father on my behalf." He always called Zheng Fang "you", Zheng Fang never minded, and this time he didn't expect Xiao Chu to say anything more humble, so he only waved his hand and left.

"Does this thing have a name?" Xiao Shu shouted as he stroked the dagger in his hand.

Zheng Fang didn't look back and replied, "I heard from the merchants of the East China Sea that they call this 'Soul Breaking'. ”

Xiao Chu repeated in a low voice, placing the blade under the sunset that was almost gone, only to see the cold light flickering, as if it was better than the light of the setting sun.