As a dart master of Wu and the dart bureau, Wei Changpan has also seen the number of ways to shoot when he is against the enemy, and he can still take a good position to deal with the knife technique of the battlefield, otherwise it will be a wound to the muscles and bones, after all, the battlefield kung fu, every move and style is to kill the enemy, and it is not easy to keep his hand.

As for the teacher, Wei Changpan has always been tight-lipped about it, and he doesn't want to ask much, either for fear of insulting the master, or because the master has something unspeakable, Zhang Bashun has a very good grasp of the proportions in this point, and he doesn't have to ask more than he says, he has spent so much effort to recruit this person before, if he is self-defeating in this matter, it is a stupid act.

It doesn't matter what kind of school or faction the kung fu path is, as long as it is not a fist and embroidered legs, Zhang Ba no longer cares about these subtleties by the way, but he also keeps an eye on it, and writes down a few tricks that are obviously not mainland goods, and it is not too late to inquire with people in the future.

Now the weather is hot during the day, Zhang Ba no longer urges the cart to move forward when the sun is three poles, and finds a cool shade nearby to avoid the scorching sun of these two hours, taking advantage of the morning and evening two periods of time to hurry, the itinerary will naturally not go anywhere. However, Zhang Bashun followed this route, and added the few dart masters who took care of the injured after the lessons of that day, and no longer dared to slack off to change the dressing every day, the injured people's original pus and ulcers were better, and he was also relieved to see this, and now in such a situation in Suzhou, if you want to find even a barefoot Langzhong to be rescued, it is a lot of money, not to mention this wilderness, where to find Langzhong?

Now the weather is hot during the day, Zhang Ba no longer urges the cart to move forward when the sun is three poles, and finds a cool shade nearby to avoid the scorching sun of these two hours, taking advantage of the morning and evening two periods of time to hurry, the itinerary will naturally not go anywhere. However, Zhang Bashun followed this route, and added the few dart masters who took care of the injured after the lessons of that day, and no longer dared to slack off to change the dressing every day, the injured people's original pus and ulcers were better, and he was also relieved to see this, and now in such a situation in Suzhou, if you want to find even a barefoot Langzhong to be rescued, it is a lot of money, not to mention this wilderness, where to find Langzhong?

It is a small matter to give out money, but it is a big matter to lose one's life.

Such a slow journey, when they arrived in Jinzhou, the injuries of these people were about to be healed, and then he and Lao Gu helped send those urns back, and then they told the chief dart head to retire and live a comfortable life, how could it be uncomfortable.

It's just that it's just on the road, not to mention Jinzhou City, it will take more than half a decade to go out of Suzhou to the border of Yuzhou.

Zhang Bashun counted the distance with his fingers, if he was in a hurry like a few days ago, and waited until Jinzhou was afraid of late autumn, it would be too slow. Therefore, Zhang Bashun gathered all the dart masters on several carts to discuss when he rested, got up half an hour early, and then stopped after dark, so that he could walk seventy or eighty miles in a day.

In the past few days, the road has been boring, and the groom who was the first big car to drive the car was also told by Xiao Gu Gu Shengqiang to tell a story about peeking at the widow next door taking a bath when he was a child.

The old-fashioned story of the two of them has been told over and over again along the way, and even Widow Qiu can remember it clearly, although he is not a dart at this time, he is still in a hurry, Rao is the old dart master who is addicted to alcohol only occasionally takes out the wine bag to smell the wine, and takes a sip to satisfy his hunger, and the rest of the dart masters are not drunk.

In the days when I couldn't drink, I relied on these stories and a few words of meat to spice up, and Xiao Gu Gu Sheng even remembered the story of stealing Gu Shengyang's wine gourd and urinating in it as a joke, but the result was naturally that the one who was filled with urine in the wine gourd chased after him for a long distance with a scabbard, during which the scabbard was taken off, or Gu Sheng picked it up and stuffed it, and then there was a funny scene of him holding his head and running around.

"Lao Tzu said that one day, the wine tasted like a pee. Zhang Bashun chased Gu Sheng fifty or sixty miles away with the scabbard, and then he squatted down to breathe, and the latter just wanted to catch up and help, but the scabbard that flew over happened to hit his head squarely.

"This rabbit cub...."Gu Shengyang said crookedly.

Wei Changpan has only spoken ten words a day in the past few days, and these ten sentences are not separated from eating, drinking, and Lazar. Every day, when they took turns to tell the story, they only echoed it twice, which was all seen by Gu Shengyang.

"Little Brother Wei. Gu Shengyang crossed his waist with one hand and gasped, snorting twice from his nose, Gu Sheng understood that he took a wet towel and a few wild fruits picked on the road, the skin of the fruit was still green, Gu Shengyang wiped the corner of his clothes at will and threw one to Wei Changpan, "We have almost told a few stories, you can tell it." ”

After saying that, he took a bite of the fruit, and Wei Changpan saw his funny appearance of shrinking his nose and wrinkling his face, and kindly reminded: "Old Gu, this fruit has to turn red before it can be eaten, and it is easy to run away if you eat it now." ”

"How do you know it's not tasty? Gu Shengyang spit it out, and stuck out his tongue to make a strange appearance, "Sincerely look at my old man's joke." ”

Gu Sheng didn't believe that the fruit he picked tasted so unbearable, so he also picked one up and bit it, and spit it out again in a blink of an eye and complained: "I don't know if I can eat it, anyway, this smell is really unbearable." ”

"The rice in my hometown grows twice a year, but it is not easy for the fields at home to produce enough food to feed two people. Wei Changpan said calmly, "I have to eat this fruit from the end of summer to autumn, and if I eat too much, it is easy to run my stomach, but this fruit was the most abundant in the mountains at that time, and if I don't eat this, I don't have anything else to eat." ”

"Isn't there a lot of fruit on the mountain in autumn?" Zhang Bashun glanced at the fruit that fell to the ground and rolled dust, "This fruit is not willing to be eaten by blind bears in my hometown, I think this thing tastes choking, and it doesn't grow fat when it is fed to pigs, what are you doing eating this fruit, little brother Wei?"

"There was a lot of fruit on the mountain, but I was small and weak at that time, and I brought them all the more delicious ones. The wild fruits in some places outside the mountain have been picked clean, and only this unpalatable one remains, called ugly plum, and it must be eaten when it runs away from the stomach, otherwise it will be empty and you will not be able to sleep at night. ”

"For a while, I could only eat ugly plums every day, and none of the other fruits were gone, and the rice jar at home was empty again, so I had to go up the mountain to dig medicinal herbs for rice, and there was a tiger in the mountain, and I hit it head-on. Wei Changpan spit once, calmed his breath, and laughed at himself, "Probably because the tiger felt that I had no meat on my body except for bones, and I was too tired to eat it, so I was spared my life to this day." ”

Wei Changpan hugged the ebony box containing the ashes in front of him against the wall of the cart and muttered, "It's a very lucky thing for me to be alive today..."

These days, no matter how he excuses himself in the bottom of his heart, sticking to the front of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to save this private work from falling short in the end, Zou Yongan is going to fight with that Wu Erlang in close quarters, and asked in his heart, when this young three-story martial arts master of the Wuhe Dart Bureau wanted to go to the front yard to help Zhang Bashun and others, he could have go....

But he was afraid, afraid that he would be slapped to death by Wu Erlang in this foreign country, and the people of Wu and the Dart Bureau didn't know what words to engrave when they erected a monument for him.

Zhang Dart praised him for being serious, and the old Gu dart master praised him for being old, what did he have to boast about, a ghost who was afraid of death.

"I didn't expect Little Brother Wei to have such a situation when he was young. Gu Shengyang slapped Gu Sheng on the back of the head, although the latter didn't know the reason, he didn't say anything, "Look at you, you haven't worried about food and clothing since you were a child, and now you can't compare to others." ”

Gu Sheng muttered in a low voice: "Dad, aren't you just like this, why do you want me to be a son better than others..."

The father and son quarreled again, and Zhang Bashun pulled Wei Changpan aside and didn't listen to the noise of the two.

"We who go to the rivers and lakes should not take life and death so seriously. Speaking earnestly, Zhang Bashun said, "If everyone is like this, then everything is bound to be timid." ”

"Life and death are a first-class matter, how can you take it lightly. ”

Wei Changpan's face did not relax in the slightest, his eyes were opposite to him, and he said calmly: "Dart, what should the kid do?"

I just wanted to find two words to comfort him, but seeing that Wei Changpan actually asked him seriously at this time, Zhang Bashun was also speechless for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he replied with a wry smile: "Life and death can be seen through, all of them are people who have undergone great changes or have great wisdom, and Little Brother Wei thinks we are like such characters?"

"But we know one thing. ”

"Please also point out the dart. ”

Zhang Bashun coughed solemnly and said solemnly: "But there are two kinds of people who are not afraid of life and death, one is a madman and the other is a hero. ”

"The meaning of the dart..."Wei Changpan's face was solemn, "Do you want the kid to go crazy and try it?"

"Crazy your grandmother is big! Hero! Hero!" Zhang Bashun jumped up angrily, "It's not appropriate to be a hero who stands up to the sky, what kind of madman you are!"

After that, he saw Wei Changpan fall into deep thought, and he was a little weak-hearted, in the past, he talked about the truth he heard from the storyteller, what a hero and what a madman can see through life and death.... It's all his nonsense, that kid doesn't really think that there are still people in this world who are not afraid of death, right?

It was getting darker and earlier every day, and it seemed that we had to get on the road earlier. Zhang Bashun roared, and the dart masters who were scattered in the shade of the surrounding trees got into their respective cars in less than a cup of tea.

He saw Wei Changpan still squatting in one place on the cart, and roared again.

Wei Changpan seemed to wake up from a dream and saw that Wu and the five carts of the Dart Bureau were waiting for him. He had been looking at the mediocre ant colony on the ground, and was busy carrying a piece of cake scrap thrown by an unknown dart master, and in a trance he picked up the piece of cake scrap with his fingers, but felt a little imperceptible numbness in his fingertips, and when he put it in front of him, he saw that an ant was biting a bit of flesh on it.

Gently, he pressed his finger to the ground, and the ant let go and hurried away.

He got into the cart, and the cart went north, and he glanced south.

The so-called heroes .... The so-called heroes ....