In the grassland, the sky is dawning, and the master and apprentice are walking on the road back to the south.

Wang Yangming tightened the burden behind him, ran two steps to keep up with San Yisheng's footsteps, and muttered: "I also said that I am the number one master in the world, and I don't want to walk back on two legs......"

When San Yisheng heard the muttering, he stopped, turned around and said, "I can return to Chang'an City in an instant with the end of the world alone, but I can't take you with me." ”

"Isn't there a Flying Wind or a Sword-Top-of-the-Wind Flight?"

San Yisheng knocked a chestnut on his head, Wang Yangming naturally couldn't dodge, and after this blow, he hugged his head and shouted pain.

"As a student, shouldn't you respect your teacher?

Wang Yangming didn't have the slightest consciousness as a student, and retorted: "Just now, you begged me to be your apprentice!"

"Do I have it?" San Yisheng grinded his teeth, and then said, why should he be like a child: "Naturally, there is no way to fly against the wind, unless I am a god, I am not a god." There are Edgeworth flights, but the sword for the master was given by your ancestor, and the teacher regards it as life, of course, you can't walk on it. ”

These words aroused Wang Yangming's curiosity: "Master, who is the ancestor?"

"The ancestor is the ancestor. ”

"But there should always be a name. ”

"You can know the name of the ancestor!"

"Hmph, it's a mystery. ”

This is the end of the conversation, and the master and apprentice continue walking. However, only after a while, Wang Yangming asked again: "Master, can you give the sword to the apprentice to take a look?"

San Yisheng thought about it, but he still took off the saber from his waist, held the hilt upside down, and sent it to Wang Yangming. Wang Yangming took it, brushed the ground and pulled out the long sword, thinking that there would be a scene of cold light, but he didn't want this sword to be like the Divine Light Sword in the legendary novel at all, but the style was ordinary, and there was even a layer of light blue gray attached to it, which was just like not being cleaned.

"This is the sword that Master regards as his life?"

"I don't know. How many people in the world want to take away my anti-scale sword, if it weren't for the martial arts of the teacher, I don't know who snatched this sword by anyone. ”

Reverse Scale ...... The sword is not very good, but the name is good.

Wang Yangming returned the sword into the sheath and gave it back to San Yisheng: "This sword is very powerful?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Precious?"

San Yisheng tied the sword back to his waist and said solemnly: "The sword is here." ”

Wang Yangming stopped talking, and the two continued to hurry. San Yisheng talked as he walked, and did not look back: "The few books in your baggage, hand them over to me for safekeeping after you go back, and you are not allowed to read them again." ”

Wang Yangming frowned, thinking of how desperately he worked to make money in the original world to afford such a set of "Encyclopedias", and how hard he had worked to read these books over and over again.

After a while, he replied solemnly:

"The book is in the people. ”

......

"Master, those grass bandits were driven away by you, right? What about the caravan's Daddy Bayar?

San Yisheng didn't know whether to tell him the truth or not, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was better not to tell him for the time being, so he only hummed softly, as if to acquiesce, but also seemed to not want to answer at all.

Wang Yangming naturally thought that he had acquiesced, stopped talking, and the two hurried away in silence.

When the sun went down again, the two finally reached the inhabited area, a small nomadic tribe that lived in a dozen tents, and occasionally smoke rose.

The two walked into the tribe, and San Yisheng found the leader of the tribe and communicated with each other in Xiongnu, explaining that he was Han and hoped to buy two horses as leg strength.

When the leader heard that they were Han, he couldn't help frowning, and a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes. However, when San Yisheng took out a few ingots of broken silver and put them in his hands, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Most of the Xiongnu herders were poor, and although they had herds of cattle and sheep, they had no right to enjoy them, and they used to pay tribute to Shan Yu for most of their livestock, but now they rushed to the south of the steppe to trade with the Han people in exchange for the necessities and weapons made by the Han people.

But due to the fiasco of the war ten years ago, the Huns were defeated and were not good at business, so the price of livestock was kept very low, while the Han people's things were sold very expensive, and an ordinary iron knife might take a dozen cows to get it back. Silver is different, these few ingots of broken silver are enough for the entire tribe to buy a dozen knives back.

The leader gladly accepted Sanyisheng's silver, and immediately ordered two of the best horses in the tribe to be moved.

San Yisheng took the reins and asked the other party if he could give him some dry food. The chief generously wrapped a dozen roasted corbels in a wrapper and tied them to the hanging hooks on the side of the saddle. The two of them thanked each other, turned over and got on their horses, and with a clamp on the belly of the horse, the horse galloped south like an arrow from a string.

Wang Yangming naturally doesn't know how to ride a horse, but fortunately, he has a good understanding and learns quickly, and he began to be nauseated by the horse for a while, and finally pressed down temporarily, suddenly the horse stopped a little, Wang Yangming's body leaned forward suddenly, and the strength immediately reflexively against his stomach and almost rushed up.

Oh, my dear mother, it's going to die!

Fortunately, after San Yisheng taught him the posture of riding a horse, he learned and gradually got used to it.

It's just that this posture is really tiring. Because riding a horse is to get the butt out of the saddle, this posture is called horse step, in his original world is one of the basic skills of people who practice martial arts, ordinary people can tie ten minutes of horse steps is good, Wang Yangming is always tying horse steps, simply tired to death, from time to time want to stop and rest, but his master has no intention of stopping at all, just blindly hurrying.

Wang Yangming was panting, shouting, and shouting tired. In this regard, San Yisheng only replied to him lightly: "If you want to become a master in the world, you must start practicing basic skills from now on, and you should treat yourself as practicing." ”

"Isn't there a quick method like True Yuan Empowerment or Star Absorbing Dafa?" Wang Yangming cried out in pain.

"Absolutely. San Yisheng replied, "But all quick ways are the exercises of the demon clan, and those who dare to learn the exercises of the demon clan will be attacked by the whole world." If you want to die faster, just go. ”

The two of them hurried during the day and camped at night, and within five days they had reached the south of the grassland.

Wang Yangming's inner thigh had already been ground to blood, and San Yisheng brought the ointment to remove saprophytic muscles, wiped it with him, rested for one night, and the wound recovered the next day, and the two continued to hurry.

By the time he finally arrived at the edge of the grassland, Wang Yangming's thighs had already become calloused, and his body was in a very different state from before.

Thanks to the horse step, his leg muscles have become well-proportioned, no longer have a trace of fat, he sits upright on the horse every day, and his waist and abdomen continue to exert force, training distinct abdominal muscles, and his hands or wielding the horsewhip or manipulating the reins, and gradually honing his muscles.

Although the whole process was painful, fortunately, he had not experienced any good life in his previous life, and he could bear all these small hardships.

San Yisheng praised this, and felt that although he was a little lazy as an apprentice, he was very persistent in doing things, and his heart seemed to be good. My worries eased a little.