The business of a large cart of bricks is nothing more than a transaction the size of a fly and a mung bean in the eyes of the businessmen in the brick kiln in the south of the city, but on this cold day, it is not easy to see the two boys driving a big cart and shivering, so they offered a fair price, and helped to pile up fine water bricks on the cart.

Weighing the money bag on his waist, which was a lot lighter, he was a little distressed, the fine clear water brick was ten times more expensive than the value of ordinary green bricks, but fortunately, it was exactly the same as the bricks on the ground of the ancestral hall, Gu Sheng also let him not worry too much, anyway, the old man surnamed Zhang in the ancestral hall gave out the silver, what do you care?

After the two horses pulled the cart of bricks for more than ten miles, they gradually slowed down, and Gu Sheng complained that he had not thought it through before, "This heavy work still has to be done by cattle, and thousands of catties of things can't be eaten by horses." ”

After that, he and Wei Changpan both jumped down from the adults and pushed the cart behind in turns. Previously, when taking the Yuzhou North-South Avenue directly into Jinzhou and Yuancheng, he took the road built by the government, and it was naturally a smooth road, but Gu Sheng was greedy for a few miles less, so he picked a rural dirt road to move forward.

Wei Changpan and Gu Sheng are both martial artists, even if the two of them add up to no thousand catties of strength, they are not far behind, Qi Qi pushed the cart with force, several times to push out the mud pit, but they all slowly slid back to the original place, the two had no choice but to unload hundreds of bricks on the cart to push again, and it took a lot of effort to push the cart forward a few steps, and when they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, how the two horses could not make the cart move a little.

"The wheels are broken. Gu Sheng told Wei Changpan the news with a bitter face, "If you can't go to the village and can't have a store, where can you find a place to repair it, or I'll go back to the city first and call some people over, and you wait here?"

Wei Changpan nodded, "It can only be like this." ”

Gu Sheng trotted away on the dirt road, Wei Changpan saw that the two horses were snorting and spitting white gas, and found a somewhat shriveled fruit in the baggage he carried, took the close-fitting dagger out and cut it in half and fed it to the second horse, and the two horses stretched out their tongues to lick his palms, which were warm and moist and a little itchy.

He looked around at the fields covered with a little residual snow, the wheat stubble was still in the field, the clear sky after the snow was cloudless, and the sun shone on him, and his whole body was warm, making people more and more tired, leaning on the pile of bricks on the cart and slowly falling into a drowsy.

"Baby, baby, why are you asleep in the car outside. The man's rough voice and shaking in the Jinzhou dialect woke Wei Changpan from his deep sleep, "It's not too early, where did you come from, where do you go back, spend the night outside at this time, if you don't freeze to death, you will also freeze out of typhoid fever." ”

Wei Changpan barely opened his eyelids, the sun had sunk in the west, and the cold air that had been suppressed in the ground was gradually revealed, and his legs were curled up for a long time and he was a little sore.

The man dressed as a farmer next to him was carrying a hoe, looking at it when he had just come back from the field, and when he stood side by side with Wei Changpan, he was more than half a head taller, which showed that the man from the north was tall.

"What about Gu Sheng.... Why haven't you come back yet? Rubbing his sleepy eyes with his hands, Wei Changpan muttered.

The man looked surprised, "It's still a baby from the south, why is it alone to pull bricks to go to us and round the city? ”

Seeing Wei Changpan pulling bricks with a two-horse cart, the man shook his head, "Pulling such a heavy thing, the ox is enough to choke, thanks to two healthy horses with good teeth, this can pull a distance of ten miles." ”

"The wheels of the car are broken, and the people who went to the city haven't come back yet. As soon as Wei Changpan said this, the man put the hoe aside, leaned down to look, and said with a smile, "I thought it was a big problem, wait, and the kung fu of drinking two glasses of wine will be done for you." ”

The man didn't exaggerate, he got under the cart and tinkered with it for less than a moment, then he came out, patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "Look." ”

Led the horse to chew a few steps forward, sure enough, the man also helped to load the fine clear water bricks unloaded on the ground onto the cart, and caught a glimpse of the words on the cart Wu and the dart bureau, he was an illiterate person, only felt a little familiar, Huo Ran remembered, so he asked Wei Changpan with some surprise, "The little brother is a person from the dart bureau in the city?"

"It's just a little guy doing some odd jobs. "Also, Wu He just asked him to go to the ancestral hall to be a sprinkler and sweeper.

"Good guy, I heard that the people in the dart game are all good at martial arts. The man picked up the hoe from the ground and carried it to his shoulder, and when he saw that Wei Changpan had a knife at his waist, he pointed at the knife and shouted, "Even the little guys in the dart game are wearing knives!

The man showed a longing expression, and then said softly to Wei Changpan earnestly, as if he was worried about startling him away, "Can you play an easier trick to see? We have only seen once in our lives when a dart master practiced martial arts..."

Although he was born in a village and town only a few dozen miles away from the city, there were no bright clothes and two pieces of silver, and the man did not dare to go to the city to open his eyes.

In this life, when I was closest to the Yuancheng, I went to the neighboring village to be a wheat customer to help harvest wheat in the autumn, which was a subsidy for the family, and the village was only a few miles away from the Yuancheng, and there were many rich families, and the price for the wheat customers was also higher, and the men were happy to get closer to the Yuancheng.

The autumn is high and cool, the wheat waves are golden, and the round city seems to be within easy reach, stretching out your hand to touch, the young man at that time is when he is strong, but unfortunately the man's right foot is slightly lame since he was a child, which is a small disability, and he was not selected when he came to recruit in the yamen, which is his regret.

That year, the conscription set up a shed outside the city, he and a few men from the same village went to join in the fun, one of them was just a person who raised livestock in the village, lied that he knew some riding skills, and he was lucky when he was teaching to drive a horse, and he did not show his stuffing, so he became an ordinary cavalryman in the border pass cavalry, and he was lucky not to die in the border pass war, and he also picked up the military exploits of a few northern barbarian heads, and he boiled his head, and led a team of more than 20 people under his hands, and when he rode a high-headed horse home to visit relatives, he was not majestic.

It's a pity that he has the strength to handle it, but he is tired by problems in his legs and feet.

When he was about to turn around and leave, he saw several sturdy men wearing short clothes and carrying blades, and went to the conscription shed to play a set of swordsmanship, good fellow, when the fruit fell in the air blindfolded, brush and brush three knives down, when it fell to the ground was a similar size of eight petals, the men all saw it, and later heard that they were some of the city's soldiers and dart board dart masters, no wonder there were such good skills.

The man's eyes moved between Wei Changpan's knife and his expression, it was taboo to reveal his moves in front of the living, not to mention that it was not the time for him to reveal his identity at will, God knows if the killer who cut the deer platform would still appear without warning like the night in the lake.

But the man in front of him is just a slightly lame middle-aged man, and he just helped him repair the wheel of the cart....

You can't have the heart of harming people, you can prevent people's hearts, you can't be negligent when you go out and walk the rivers and lakes, "the more powerful style has the rules of the teacher, you can't show people at will, and the simpler style doesn't take care of it so much, but it's not very good-looking...."

Chopping, chopping and blocking, and intercepting are the simplest things in knife art, no matter which Jianghu sect is a disciple who can get started, they can play with both hands, but it is also a lot of knife techniques that everyone has never studied thoroughly in their lives. How to hold the knife, where to hold the knife, how to footwork, and how to exert force, is not a day and night, but a very profound knowledge.

These four styles are not all of the sword technique, but part of the cornerstone, and they are the moves that no sword technique can do without.

The knife was unsheathed, Wei Changpan slowed down his movements and demonstrated the four styles to the man, the three-story martial artist is no longer a stunned young man who has just debuted in the martial arts, although he may not have his own unique opinions, but in terms of moves, it is no longer comparable to any one or two floors, and it is also the minimum requirement for the head of the sect in a small place.

"Is this the end?" The man saw Wei Changpan slowly put the knife into the sheath, smacking the taste of Fang Cai's knives, he was a little unsatisfied, but it was not good to force Wei Changpan to make two more knives, and gave a thumbs up to praise, "Little brother can have such skills at this age, it's really extraordinary." ”

The man's sincere praise made Wei Changpan a little red-faced, after all, he still had the idea of hiding his secrets before, and he didn't reveal Zhou Dang's swordsmanship as teaching him, so the man didn't hesitate to praise him, "Why don't you have two more tricks?" Wei Changpan asked tentatively.

"No, no, no, no. The man picked up the hoe and waved his hand again and again, "Just these few knives, I may not be able to learn them in this life, thank you." ”

The man clumsily learned the etiquette of the Jianghu people, hugged his fist, and then carried the hoe and left, and then walked away from time to time with the hoe handle as a knife to imitate the four styles just now, but the hoe was heavy, and the man waved it a little top-heavy, but he was still happy to do it.

Wei Changpan looked at his clumsy back, did not smile, remembered that when he was still in the old Xiucai's school, he heard the title of ranger for the first time, and knew that there was such a group of people in this world who drew their swords to help each other but were conceited of life and death.

Probably at that time, his figure waving firewood and grass was as clumsy as this man,

In the heart of every man, there is probably such a dream of rivers and lakes.