met Lang Zongyu at the entrance of the town, and the two of them slowly walked towards Fuping.

However, Lang Zongyu's gaze has been patrolling the white horse. In his knowledge, the dark horse travels thousands of miles a day and is already a good horse in a million. However, when he saw the white horse chasing the wind, he knew that the legendary divine horse really existed, and it appeared alive in front of him.

Chasing the wind is vivid, striding to dominate the road, and no other horses are allowed to go with it. Even the black horse did not dare to compete with it, and followed behind the white horse's ass with his head bowed. As for the other two, they did not dare to approach and were reduced to pack horses.

"Boss, is it really a jade lion?" Lang Zongyu looked obsessed and muttered.

"You've asked eight times." Qin Chong glanced back at Lang Zongyu and said with disgust.

"This is a legendary horse." Lang Zongyu was still embarrassed.

"Your dark horse isn't bad either." Qin Zhong is telling the truth, compared to ordinary horses, dark horses are really not bad.

"Mine?" Lang Zongyu was stunned for a moment, and asked tightly, "Did the dark horse really send me?" ”

"It's yours, what's not to give it?" Qin Chong extorted this dark horse from Shi Kaishi, naturally for Lang Zongyu. First, this dark horse is quite a miracle horse, which makes people happy at first sight. On the other hand, Lang Zongyu should always have a decent meeting gift when he goes with him, right?

"Great." Lang Zongyu was extremely excited, although he rode a dark horse all the way, it was just enjoyable. Who would have thought that Qin Zhong would give him this BMW? He clenched his fists heavily, and didn't say any words of thanks. Any thanks are too light, and he keeps this affection in his heart.

As soon as he reached out, he took his hammer from the back of the pack horse, and galloped forward with a roar. While riding his horse, he wielded a hammer and went far away in the blink of an eye. Qin Chong originally laughed, but when he saw Lang Zongyu swinging his hammer wildly, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Lang Zongyu's double hammer was wielded in a disorderly manner, and there was no sign of practice. Looking at his frame more closely, Qin Zhong was even more sure that Lang Zongyu was just blindly drawing with his strength, and he had never practiced the hammer method at all. In other words, even martial arts are embroidered legs.

As the so-called one force will drop ten meetings, Lang Zongyu has been in the bandits' den for two years completely by relying on his strength.

Qin Zhong grabbed the horse's belly and chased forward. The speed of the white horse chasing the wind is still three points better than the dark horse. In a moment, he had chased a horse's head and tail. The white horse chases the wind and is arrogant, how can there be a horse in front of it? As soon as he got closer, he raised his hooves and kicked over.

Qin Chong could feel the white horse's emotions, and hurriedly reined the horse's reins and turned to the side. Even so, chasing the wind was unrelenting, and as soon as the horse's head turned, he opened his mouth at Lang Zongyu's thigh and bit it. Lang Zongyu was startled, and hid in a stirrup.

Dangerous and dangerous, avoiding the white horse's big mouth. However, the black horse was suddenly frightened, and with a neigh, the man stood up.

Fortunately, Lang Zongyu's riding skills were good and he was not swept off.

After a long time, he finally appeased the black horse, Lang Zongyu looked scared, and avoided the white horse chasing the wind from afar. Is it the legendary god horse, arrogant and short-tempered, who actually opens his mouth to bite people? It's still a horse, it's a ferocious beast.

Qin Chong was also taken aback, he didn't expect the chasing wind to be so fierce. If you really want to accidentally bite off Lang Zongyu's leg, how can you get it? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and I raised my hand and slapped it on the horse's head. "Bite your own people? Is it good or bad? ”

The white horse shook his head and refused to admit his mistake at all. Squinted at the black horse, with a look of disdain.

"Don't blame it, the King of Horses is like that." Lang Zongyu said enviously.

Qin Chong was born in Shayuan Prison, and he was used to seeing good horses since he was a child, so he naturally knew that King Ma was arrogant and could not be offended. Seeing that Lang Zongyu was not injured, but was just frightened, he couldn't help but laugh a few times and diverted the topic. "Brother Lang doesn't seem to have practiced hammering?"

"Indeed, I have never practiced it." Lang Zongyu was a little embarrassed, he had never practiced hammer technique, and he had never practiced martial arts at all. In the past two years in Black Tiger Village, I have followed some bandits who know martial arts, but I have learned a few hands to embroider legs, and I can bluff people.

"Brother Lang likes hammers?" Qin Zhong asked.

"I don't like it."

"Then why did you choose a hammer as a weapon?"

"Heavy enough."

Lang Zongyu was born in an ordinary farmer's household, and although he had all his strength, he did not have the conditions to practice martial arts. Before the accident at home, it was just a way to fight in the countryside, and with great strength, no one was his opponent. Later, he entered the Black Tiger Village, and there were no weapons to choose from.

There are knives and guns, but they are too light to be used. Besides, I haven't learned the same knife and marksmanship, and I can't use tricks. Later, they went to rob a village and town, and by chance they found the hammers in a blacksmith shop. Because it was heavy enough, he was photographed by Lang Zongyu.

Lang Zongyu thinks that if you say that you have a lot of swords and guns, you will smash it with a hammer, and you will break your bones and tendons.

"All these years, you have fought against people with strength?" Qin Zhong asked.

"Who dares to fight me?" Lang Zongyu is right, a pair of hammers makes people afraid to look at, who dares to fight him?

"Admire, admire." Qin Zhong was speechless and arched his hand.

"Hey, hey." Lang Zongyu laughed strangely, this cow can be blown by anyone, but it can't be blown in front of Qin Chong. With his ability, he was beaten down by Qin Chong's three punches and two feet. With strength, it can't be compared. Qin Chong's hammer, he struggled to carry one, but Qin Chong could dance flowers.

"Choose a weapon you like, and I'll teach you." Qin thought about it and said.

"Guns, I like guns." Lang Zongyu looked at Qin Chong with anticipation without thinking.

"Guns?" Qin Chong was in a trance for a moment, but he suddenly remembered his iron spear, but unfortunately threw it under the cliff.

At this time, it was the second half of the night, and the two didn't want to hurry, but they didn't have a trace of sleep. I simply found a forest and rested and didn't leave. I walked around the woods and found a small tree, the thickness of an iron spear, more than eight feet high. Clean the branches and leaves, and use it as a gun.

Qin Chong's marksmanship is a family tradition, known as a son but not a daughter, Qin Yutian is extremely precious.

However, Qin Chongke didn't have this understanding, and at the moment, with the help of the moonlight, he practiced one move at a time. This set of marksmanship is divided into two ways: fire and fire, and water and water are the main defense, and the combination of yin and yang is unpredictable. Qin Chong opened and closed widely, and the shadow of the gun flew up, really like a dragon stirring the sea.

Lang Zongyu stood more than a dozen steps away, still feeling energetic. A pair of eyes didn't blink, and his heart shook when he looked at it. The shadow of the gun is between violent and soft, constantly entangled, changing slowly and urgently, and roaring like a ghost. Just looking at it makes people shudder.

Suddenly, Qin Chong's body shrank, and he put away his gun and stood still. The breath is well-proportioned, the complexion is calm, and there is no effortless feeling.

"Here you go." Qin Zhong said, and threw the wooden stick to Lang Zongyu with a shake of his hand.

At the beginning, Qin Yutian taught Qin Chong's marksmanship, and he also practiced it like this. After reading it once, Qin Chong already remembered seven-seven-eighty-eight. Qin Yutian corrected it slightly, and then pointed out the trick of exerting force, and Qin Chong had already completely penetrated it. Practicing the water fire marksmanship, the strength is mellow and handy.

At that time, Qin Yutian was extremely happy, and praised his son, saying that he "has three points of gunpower." And Qin Chong was only twelve years old at the time, but he just watched Qin Yutian practice marksmanship, not only remembered the moves, but also understood the intent of water and fire.

Yes, Qin Chong didn't realize how difficult it was to learn marksmanship. Looking at Lang Zongyu's confused appearance again, he couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't remember?" Qin Zhong asked.

"You're doing it too fast, I, I didn't see it clearly." Lang Zongyu scratched his ears and cheeks, a little at a loss.

Is this fast? Qin Zhong couldn't help but scold in his heart, he had slowed down the speed of the drill, just so that Lang Zongyu could remember the moves. Who knows, Lang Zongyu didn't remember a trick. Even, I didn't see the drill moves clearly. How else is this taught? Qin Zhong was a little dumbfounded.

This kind of situation has never been encountered by Qin Chong's child. Whether it was his father or a veteran of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, when teaching him martial arts, he would slow down and practice like this, and then it would be over. As for the rest, in the words of the old ghost, it is "to ponder it on your own." ”

And he himself has never been troubled by this.

"I'll rehearse it again, you pay attention to it." Helpless, Qin Zhong grabbed the wooden stick and rehearsed again.

Then, the third, the fourth, the fifth.

.........

As the night receded, the bright light lit up the woods, and a round of morning sun rose.

Qin Chong, who practiced in the middle of the night, only felt extremely tired. But he was very relieved that Lang Zongyu had finally learned the starting style.

Lang Zongyu's eyes were red, but his expression was excited, and he didn't look tired. After a brief tidying up, the two of them went on the road to Fuping County. Qin Chong's whole body relaxed, he lay on the horse's back, closed his eyes and let the white horse walk on his own, and fell asleep in a daze.

Lang Zongyu learned the marksmanship starting style, and he walked all the way to compare, only to feel full of spirit and inexhaustible strength.

Twenty or thirty miles, in the blink of an eye. Two or three miles away from the city gate is a bazaar, where they rest before entering the city. The bazaar is not large, with only four or five vendors selling some tea and food. Qin Chong's two people and four horses immediately aroused everyone's ideas.

Especially the black horse and the white horse chasing the wind, the appearance of the horse is abnormal, anyone who looks at it, knows that this is a rare good horse.

Due to the reason that he was wanted, Lang Zongyu tore off a placket early and covered his face with only a pair of eyes. But he is tall and oppressive. Then he looked at the two horses behind him, carrying hammers on their backs, which were clearly weapons on the battle array.

For a while, the surrounding people looked at the two of them worriedly, and unconsciously avoided the distance, for fear of getting into trouble.

Both of them were extremely hungry, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, they found a stall to sit down, and ordered a bunch of food to eat. With food in his stomach, Qin Chong had the leisure to look around. The city wall is in front of you, and people come and go in and out of the city, and the carriages and horses are very busy.

Fuping is a big city, and the city walls stretch for miles, and you can't see the end at a glance. The city was hunting with flags, and there were soldiers with guns on duty.

All the way from the Shayuan Prison, the city encountered a lot. At most, there were a few soldiers on duty in front of the city gate, but they were also absent-minded to deal with errands. As Fuping County looks like a great enemy, the soldiers are all armed and have gone up to the city wall, and they really haven't seen it.

When I looked at the city gate, I found that it was also heavily guarded. Anyone who goes out of the city or enters the city must be interrogated, and even searched for himself.

"What happened in the city, why is it so strict?" Qin Zhong called the stall owner and asked, pointing to the city gate.

"There are big people in the city, not only do they have to be investigated, but there is also a curfew at night." The stall owner whispered.

"Big shots?" Qin Chong smacked his lips and disagreed. A big man died in Jin Sushan, and here is another big man.

What are these big guys going to do? How much benefit is it to run to the northwest in a bunch, even at the risk of death? Qin Chong didn't believe that these pampered big men would run to the northwest to blow the wind when they had nothing to do. There must be something big about it, and I don't know it.

"I heard that what kind of prince is the son of the prince, the big one is boundless." The stall owner said mysteriously.

Qin Chong was stunned when he heard this, the prince of the world? How could such golden branches and jade leaves deign to come to this deserted place? Suddenly, his heart moved, and when he was in Jinsu Mountain, the innkeeper also said that there was a palace housekeeper who died in Jinsu Mountain. Will the two be related?

After pondering for a moment, Qin Chong leaned into Lang Zongyu's ear and whispered, "We can't enter the city, we have to go around the city." ”

The prince is in the city, no wonder the magistrate is like a great enemy. The city gate is already like this, and the city is not sure how to strictly inspect it. Even if you enter the city, you will inevitably be interrogated every step of the way. The two of them, four horses, and weapons are naturally suspicious.

If you go around the city, you will save a lot of trouble. After all, there is nothing wrong with entering the city, and there is no need to cause trouble in vain.

"Hmm." Lang Zongyu nodded sullenly, he didn't want to enter the city at all, he was afraid of meeting the Zhang family, so he couldn't help but make a move for a while.

Qin Chong, however, was somewhat disappointed. He originally thought that he would go into the city to find a blacksmith shop and transform his hammer. At this time, it is getting closer and closer to Yanzhou, and it is inevitable that he will encounter the enemy, but he lost his iron gun, and now he doesn't even have a weapon to take advantage of.

"Where is the blacksmith's shop?" Thinking in my heart, I couldn't help but ask.

"Blacksmith? Only in the city, but not outside the city. The stall owner was busy answering Qin Chong's questions.

"You forgot? There is a blacksmith in Shangyang Village. Suddenly, the stall owner's mother-in-law interjected.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." The stall owner patted his head and said in a loud voice, "Shangyang Village has it, Shangyang Village has it." ”

"How to get to Shangyang Village?" Qin Chong was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly asked.

"Not far, go west from here, more than three miles of road, and cross the river is Shangyang Village."

"Thank you, thank you." Qin Zhong thanked him as he grabbed a handful of copper coins from his arms and pressed them on the table.

Hearing where the blacksmith was, Qin Chong didn't delay any longer and got up and left. Lang Zongyu was eating heavily, and when he saw Qin Yu leaving, he hurriedly grabbed the remaining buns and stuffed them all into his arms. Still biting the bun in his mouth, he shouted inarticulately, "Wait, I'm here." ”

The two of them turned on their horses and shouted and headed straight to the west. The four horses galloped, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust, and rumbled away.

Seeing the two leave, on another stall not far away, a middle-aged man stood up, looking thoughtful. The middle-aged man is in his forties, and he is suave and elegant in a green robe. It wasn't until Qin Chong's figures disappeared that the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and slowly walked towards a carriage on the side of the road.

"Enter the city now." The middle-aged man commanded, neatly getting into the carriage.

The coachman responded and drove to the city gate.