What he wants to practice is the right head.

Because he has been practicing martial arts for many years, he is very stable.

But he shot a few arrows, but the hit rate was very poor, and on two occasions he missed the target.

Therefore, the successful flying knife in the Panlong Desert to save his father was really a dog X luck.

No, it was He Chunhua who was lucky and didn't get a headshot by his son first.

He Lingchuan was not discouraged, recalling that Hu Min's archery was like an arm and a finger, and it was not practiced overnight.

Pulling the bow fifty times, He Lingchuan put down the strong bow, first relaxed his sore shoulders and arms, then adjusted his true qi, and began to practice the knife.

It's something he's been wanting to do since he woke up.

He closed his eyes and slowly reflected on the night of hard fighting.

Every parry, every dodge, every wounded, every head-on blow, and—

Every time you kill!

In the dream, he killed six enemies and wounded or assisted nineteen.

Now these images are clearly retraced, frozen, and magnified in his mind, allowing him to calmly record every success and examine every mistake.

Even he remembered Commander Xiao's knife, which was crisp and neat, fierce and decisive, without a little mud and water.

There is also Monshan, who is so fierce and domineering that he will never flinch in the face of the sea of swords and fire, so that Commander Xiao does not dare to take advantage of it.

He Lingchuan seemed to be back on the battlefield of yesterday.

When he came back to his senses, he had finished practicing the knife, and the sword intent was mellow, and many obscure points in the past were suddenly revealed.

Just as an osmanthus flower fell, He Lingchuan slashed it out, and the blade was about an inch away from the petals.

The osmanthus seemed to stagnate slightly in the air, and then fell by itself according to the original trajectory.

Intact.

The servant standing in the corner of the courtyard couldn't bear to look at him directly, but He Lingchuan seemed to be very satisfied, and even showed a smile.

The faster the knife, the stronger the knife wind.

Osmanthus is less than an inch away from the blade, but is not disturbed by the knife wind, which is his progress.

He Lingchuan had actually practiced a little bit of Daoqi, but it was much more difficult to send and receive from the heart than it sounded. He still has a long way to go from the outside to the inside.

However, when did his memory become so good that he could remember all the details of last night, review and reminisce frame by frame?

In retrospect, it seems that this was the case in both dreams.

Probably, this is the credit of the broken knife again, right?

Then he went to draw his bow again, and practiced his sword again, and so on.

Seeing that the sun was slowly setting in the west, the servant had to remind him: "Senior young master, don't forget Madame's explanation." ”

What did Mrs. Ying explain? He Lingchuan thought for a while before remembering that she was going to the upper circle of Blackwater City to distribute invitations and invite them to come to He's house tomorrow night for the roast tail banquet.

When officials are promoted, colleagues, relatives and friends come to congratulate, the host's family will prepare a sumptuous banquet and sing and dance, which is called the "roasted tail feast". He Chunhua has made great achievements this time, and he has been promoted several levels in a row, and of course the tail burning banquet must be held beautifully.

Collect the work, take a bath, and work.

Waiting for He Lingchuan to send the invitation and go home, the bright moon has already risen.

He Lingchuan looked at the broken knife on the wall, and was still a little excited when he lay down to sleep, looking forward to dreaming back to Panlong tonight.

He was eager to know the outcome of the Battle of River Plate.

It's a pity that there was no dream all night.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

He Jun was promoted, and Blackwater City was as lively as a festival. Even the descendants of the He family went out and enjoyed the happiness of holding the moon with the stars.

The He family is like a market, and those who come to congratulate and give gifts will quickly break the threshold.

Most of these were received by He Yue, because He Chunhua was busy finalizing the list of his personal guards.

Now the Blackwater City army has a total of more than 1,300 people, and it is impossible for him to take them all away, so in the end, he carefully selected them and asked for 300 people.

These three hundred elites are the foundation for him to flourish in Xiazhou. In this respect, loyalty is more important than force value.

Among them, there are three generals, including Zeng Feixiong.

He Lingchuan was surprised that this dutiful son was willing to go north with them. As a result, after asking, I learned that Zeng Feixiong's father died suddenly five days ago, and regained his senses before dying, and the father and son finally chatted for a while.

Zeng Feixiong fulfilled his wish and sent his father to his death. Without his concern, he no longer has any nostalgia for Blackwater City.

In fact, one of the criteria for He Chunhua's selection of personal guards is that he is a young and strong bachelor, and it is best not to be burdened by his family. Otherwise, if you go thousands of miles to the army, the guards will have to bring their own families, and the speed of the march will not be satisfactory.

In addition, He Chunhua also brought several staff members.

Mrs. Ying was busy settling her wages and then dismissed the servants of the Li family. In addition to the old manager, the He family only took two attendants, a man and a woman, on the road this time, and they were all loyal servants who had taken seven or eight years.

Everything is simple on the road, and when you go to a new place, you can recruit new people.

Uncle Hao was also willing to go to Xiazhou, but he was assigned by He Chunhua to stay in Heishui City temporarily to assist in dealing with the He family's property, and then go north after about three or five months.

He Lingchuan also saw Situ Han, and the sand bandits did not go.

"I can't go, my family is here, and they're all counting on us." At this time, Situ Han and other sand bandits had been accepted into the city army, and they had imperial food to eat when they were recruited, and everyone was comfortable in their mentality, and they were unwilling to travel thousands of miles to challenge the unknown of Xiazhou.

Who doesn't know that if you go there, you're going to have to fight? If you can live a stable life, who wants to go to the front line? Situ Han pushed Mao Tao forward: "Only this kid has to follow you." "If you don't listen to any persuasion, this is called recklessness.

He Lingchuan said strangely: "Your mother-in-law is not in Blackwater City?" ”

"I already had a break yesterday, and she slapped me twice." Mao Tao grinned, not taking it seriously, "I heard that the girls in Xiazhou have bigger and more watery eyes, unlike the rough old ladies here." There are thousands of miles of fertile fields there, why should I not guard this acre of thin fields? ”

Then counting the family members and logistics that must be brought, there are all kinds of things, and in the end, He Chunhua formed a group of more than 430 people.

He Lingchuan didn't expect that the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the door was Liu Baobao, and this guy greeted him with a box: "Young Master, this is what you told me to do a few days ago, so it should be a parting gift." ”

He Lingchuan was curious, took it and opened it, and it was actually a few bottles of medicinal powder, thin and white.

The bottle is ridiculously large.

"Uh...... "What does he think this thing is contraband?" I'm going to tell you to get this kind of thing? ”

No, no, how is that possible? He is a promising young man.

"Don't you want a medicine that relieves pain immediately and doesn't hinder your movement?" Liu Baobao pointed to the powder in the bottle, "This is it, this is called Shituo powder." ”

He Lingchuan was relieved and accepted it happily.

Liu Baobao smiled all over her face, and said goodbye: "In the future, you will soar, and don't forget that there are still old people in the border towns." ”

"That's inevitable!" He Lingchuan agreed.

In the morning of the same day, the He family led 400 guards to eat tea before the trip, bid farewell to the people, and left Heishui City in the midst of people's farewell and headed north.