Cabin.

Densely filled with inscriptions, littered with newly written pen and ink, Fei Yinghuan's beard looked a little haggard.

At this moment, the merchant ship had already passed through Dongchang Mansion, and he was studying the Qigong body all the way.

"Smack!"

Fei Yinghuan threw away the brush and called the servants on the ship, first washed his face and cleared his mind, and then scraped off the excess stubble in the mirror.

After a while, Zhao Han knocked on the door and entered: "What did the son call me?" ”

Fei Yinghuan pointed to the inscriptions all over the ground: "Put away all my calligraphy." ”

Zhao Han had to bend down to pack up the notebook.

Fei Yinghuan stood with his hands in his hands and asked abruptly, "Which family are you from?" ”

Zhao Han replied: "It's just an ordinary Confucian family, and I heard that someone in my ancestor was a prefect." ”

"Impossible," Fei Yinghuan said very firmly, "The font created by Ling Zun absorbs the strengths of all families and absorbs the essence of the famous artists of the past dynasties, and there must be a large number of famous posts for him to learn from." This body seems simple, but it is all-encompassing, just an ordinary Confucian household, there is no such foundation to create! ”

Zhao Han didn't study calligraphy, so he could only be fooled at the moment: "My father travels all year round, and no one knows where he is." ”

Fei Yinghuan actually believed it, no longer asked the details, and reminded: "Lingzun font is unique, beginners should not have too much contact, otherwise calligraphy will inevitably go into the evil way." ”

"Childe's teachings are yes." Zhao Han humbly accepted.

"Go ahead, I'll be alone." Fei Yinghuan waved his hand and said.

Zhao Han packed up all kinds of notes, bowed down and exited the room, and closed the hatch with his hand.

Fei Yinghuan picked up the pen and wrote down a few words again, looking left and right, feeling depressed, and there were already some signs of going crazy.

Qi Gong's calligraphy has particularly poor strokes, particularly positive glyphs, and a particularly stable structure.

Fei Yinghuan has been studying for several days, and he has already been a little crooked, he has not learned the advantages of the glyph structure, and the strokes are getting worse and worse.

It's like a martial arts master, who occasionally gets a strange secret, but after cultivation, it leads to meridian disorder.

If you can't learn, if you can't learn, you'll learn to waste!

Fei Yinghuan soothed his emotions and took out a famous inscription, like a child who had just learned to write, carefully copying it, trying to completely erase the influence of Qi Gong's body.

After copying for a moment, Fei Yinghuan picked up the thrown Qi Gong body again.

Compare repeatedly, taste carefully, and be thoughtful.

I don't have to learn the form, I just need to know the meaning, and I can become my own family!

……

Zhao Han didn't know that the words he wrote made Fei Yinghuan undergo a calligraphy transformation.

He was standing on deck at the moment, looking out at the banks of the canal.

The north and south of Jingzhou are like two worlds.

As you travel by boat, the scenery gets greener and greener, and it seems that you have returned from hell to earth.

This year's drought is mainly concentrated in two provinces.

One is North Zhili, the other is Shaanxi, and Shandong is only slightly affected.

What's even more terrifying is that it is at least raining in North Naoli. And Shaanxi, from the drought the year before last to the present, during which there were only a few local rains, there is a person named Gao Yingxiang has started an incident, self-named "Chuang Wang".

In the face of such a serious disaster, in the face of the peasant army that rose up, only a few local officials were struggling to deal with it. As for the central court, not only did it not allocate funds for disaster relief, but it was still levying additional salaries on the people of Shaanxi!

"This is your weapon?"

Wei Jianxiong's voice came from behind him, this guy was still carrying a wrought iron rod on his back, and he was still holding Zhao Han's spear in his hand.

Zhao Han clenched his fists and said, "Exactly." ”

"Then," Wei Jianxiong threw the spear over and said with a smile, "it's okay left and right, compare and compare." ”

Zhao Han caught the spear with his hand and put on a posture of "preparing for fighting". But the spear was very different from the rifle, and the bayonet had to be changed, and he stood with one hand in the middle of the spear, the other relatively backward, and his legs slightly in a half-lunge.

Wei Jianxiong stood empty-handed, and the big lama said, "Come on." ”

Zhao Han held his breath, suddenly leaned forward, and a thrust pierced the opponent's waist.

Wei Jianxiong retreated slightly to dodge, and at the same time leaned over to grab the spear, Zhao Han hurriedly retracted his strength and withdrew, and took advantage of the situation to change his move and pick the spear diagonally upward.

Very wonderful picking, but it's a pity to meet Lian Jiazi.

When Wei Jianxiong dodged, he actually grabbed the front end of the spear and pulled Zhao Han even with the spear.

"Uncle Wei's martial arts are superb, and the kid yearns for it." After Zhao Han stood still, he admitted defeat very simply.

Wei Jianxiong commented: "Your move is a bit of a big gun, but the strength is too dead, and the change of moves is quite stiff. Didn't your spear teacher even teach you sliding? ”

Of course, Zhao Han can slip stabs, but the sliding stabs of bayonet technique and the sliding spur of big spear skills are completely two different concepts.

The People's Liberation Army's bayonet technique combines the advantages of the Chinese stab (national army), the Japanese thorn (Japan), and the Soviet thorn (Soviet Union), and adds some techniques of traditional big gun techniques.

However, the rifle is a hot weapon after all, and it is very different from the spear and spear.

If you apply it directly to the rifle according to the insertion and slip method of the big spear technique, most of the rifles will be thrown out, and the center of gravity of the weapon will not be controlled at all.

If the rifle wants to slip and stab, the whole body has to move with it, and it is a disadvantage to fight against traditional cold weapons.

Zhao Han said: "These moves are all my own blind thinking. ”

Wei Jianxiong shook his head and said, "It's not all nonsense, your picky thorn just now is good, if I hide slowly, I will definitely see blood." ”

"It's just an axe." Zhao Han said modestly.

Wei Jianxiong criticized again: "Your picker, although you are quick to change your moves, and your gun is tricky, but the way you use your power is completely wrong. ”

It's not that Zhao Han's technique is wrong, but that there is a problem with the weapon in his hand, and he should be replaced with a rifle with a bayonet......

Zhao Han knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Please Uncle Wei don't hesitate to teach!" ”

Wei Jianxiong estimated that he was also idle and panicked, and he couldn't do anything for many days in the cabin. He stood up with a spear and said, "Look at what I'm doing, only teach a few times, don't blame me if I'm too stupid to learn." ”

Zhao Han hurriedly observed carefully.

Wei Jianxiong opened his mouth and pointed: "The spear is different from the gun, the spear is hard, mainly stabbed, and the change of tactics is not flexible enough, you can change your marksmanship if you have the opportunity." First of all, waist strength is the most important, followed by arm strength, and then foot strength. You swing your spear a thousand times a day, and if you have enough understanding, you can figure out its path. From foot strength, waist strength to arm strength, all forces are combined, and you can send and receive as you like. I'll only teach you the basics of how to hold the spear and make moves, and you can slowly experience the rest yourself. ”

That's enough, Master leads the way in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

Wei Jianxiong stood up straight, then stepped forward, slowly stabbed a spear, and asked, "Do you see clearly?" ”

"I see it clearly." Zhao Han replied.

Wei Jianxiong said: "Stab a thousand times a day, you can experience the trick of force, and I will teach you the next trick in two months." ”

Damn, what's the difference between this and a bayonet thrust?

Well, there is also a difference in savoring, the body movement is not so large, which is determined by the difference in the center of gravity of the weapon.

Zhao Han carried a spear and stood on the deck to stab repeatedly, thinking seriously every time he stabbed.

I don't know when, Fei Yinghuan also came to the deck and stood silently to watch.

Wei Jianxiong invited merit and said: "Son, this kid has a good understanding, and he is a good material for martial arts." ”

Fei Yinghuan looked depressed, and said angrily: "I still expect him to take the imperial examination." ”

Wei Jianxiong smiled: "Back then, Tang Qugong, wasn't he also a civil and military all-rounder?" There is no delay in reading and practicing martial arts. ”

"This son can also be compared with Tang Qugong?" Fei Yinghuan shook his head and said.

Tang Qugong, that is, Fei Yaonian, is Fei Yinghuan's uncle and the last famous minister of the Fei clan in Lead Mountain.

Wei Jianxiong touched his nose and muttered, "Whatever, let's practice first." ”

Fei Yinghuan walked to the bow of the boat, stood with his hands in his hands, and was silent for a long time, not knowing whether he was posing and pretending, or if he was really thinking about something.

Coming onto the canal were countless boats, and the army and boats stretched for miles.

Wang Yongshi begged for benevolence and finally ushered in the end of the dismissal.

The gentry of Jinghai County rushed to shout, and ran to complain to the imperial history, and the prefect of Hejian also impeached him.

It happened that these boats passed through Jinghai County and got in touch with the patrol according to the imperial history, and accidentally capsized two boats. Moreover, the responsibility for capsizing was shifted to the officials of Jinghai, and the loss of grain was required to be shared equally by the people of Jinghai.

Wang Yongshi sternly refused, saying that he would not carry this pot.

The patrol of the imperial history, the patrol of the imperial history, and the prefect of Hejian were jointly impeached, and Wang Yongshi was finally dismissed.

When he left office, the people of Jinghai lay on the official road to prevent Wang Yongshi's car from advancing.

But what can the people do?

A good official doesn't last long.

(Recommend a friend's book: "A Handbook of Conquest in Another World", the world of Xianxia is all over the country, and a group of buses pass through.) ）