When Jiao Ting was helped up, there was still a kind of sluggishness on his rugged face, and he obviously hadn't woken up from the surprise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although he has a rough temperament, he is an honest man, and after looking at Zhao Bufan for a long time, this stout man's eyes suddenly became wet.

"General, my Jiao Ting ancestors are good at sumo wrestling for three generations, my father was good when he was alive, but the world is getting more and more chaotic, our family gradually lost their livelihood, after the death of my parents, I ran around, ran around, no one was willing to take me in, they all disliked me stupid, Hebei Shandong generation of Jianghu people also gave me a nickname called no face, the general is the first person to look up to me, I Jiao Ting will be saddle before and after the horse, never say a word!"

At this time, the meaning of no face is the meaning of no face and no interpersonal relationship, which is indeed not a good nickname.

"Eh, it doesn't matter what others think, in the future, everyone will be brothers, work hard, and there will naturally be a bright future, besides, I have heard that you are a sumo wrestler, hand-to-hand combat is quite powerful?" Zhao Bufan said with a smile.

"I'm good at the family heirloom of the thirty-six dragon snatchers, but unfortunately it is a pure practice of foreign kung fu, although the body is full of steel and iron bones, but I have never learned internal strength, the shortcomings are more obvious, if it is hand-to-hand combat, even those who have reached five or six grades of martial arts masters may not be able to defeat me, but they take weapons, I will be difficult to parry. According to the prevailing saying now, I don't have internal force cultivation, martial arts cultivation is in the fourth grade, and the actual force is in the ninth grade. Jiao Ting said honestly.

At this time, sumo wrestling included wrestling, grappling and striking, which belonged to a branch of hand-to-hand martial arts, so Jiao Ting would say that it was foreign kung fu, but when he talked about the martial arts to reach the ninth grade, and the martial arts cultivation was as high as the fourth grade, it really surprised Zhao Bufan.

"Jiao Ting, in the future, I will find you some internal strength, you also have to learn weapons, in the future, it is indispensable to charge into battle with me, it is a disadvantage not to take weapons, after all, grabbing kung fu is more suitable for fighting alone or a few people, really on the battlefield, there are enemies on all sides, swords, guns and halberds are all stabbed for you, in the case of your bare hands, even if it is three heads and six arms, it is not enough, and the danger is far greater than using weapons. ”

Jiao Ting's eyes widened instantly, and he said excitedly: "The general is really willing to find me an internal strength method?"

"Of course!" Zhao Bufan nodded without hesitation.

Jiao Ting was so excited that his face was swollen red, and he kowtowed: "Thank you general, thank you general!"

Zhao Bufan grabbed him, didn't let him kneel, and reprimanded solemnly: "When you shouldn't kneel, don't kneel blindly, manly man, what kind of body does it become to kneel around all day long, I am not a den of thieves, you are not a little minion, I want a soldier with flesh and blood!"

"Obey!" Jiao Ting immediately straightened up, really honest.

Zhao Bufan smiled slightly, and turned to look at Shi Qian, whose eyes were full of envy.

As Zhao Bufan's gaze turned, Shi Qian rubbed his hands awkwardly, and said with a shy smile: "Brother, you are a big hero, what a good man, if I had known that it was my brother, my younger brother would never dare to make a mistake today, and I asked my brother to spare me this time." The younger brother also really wants to follow his brother to kill the enemy and become famous all over the world!"

Shi Qian's face is not ordinarily thick, and it is not easy for the two parties to say such things when they obviously have grievances.

But in fact, Zhao Bufan knew that he was Shi Qian earlier, and after personally feeling his ability, he decided to recruit this person under his command, of course, not to let him continue to steal the people, but to let him put his ability to collect information and listen to the military intelligence.

Even if his martial arts skills are not very good, he is definitely the best spy with his light skills of flying eaves and walking on walls, and his elusive skills are definitely the best spies, and his importance is no worse than that of leading generals. If he seized the opportunity to steal the enemy's military disposition, steal the enemy's troop transfer documents or warrants, how terrible would this be?

Now Zhao Bufan's biggest headache is that he has no intelligence sources, and he knows everything in hindsight, and he only tries to deal with it after it happens, which can be called blind. But intelligence talent is the most difficult to find, some qualities must be possessed, and if he can't find a suitable person to do it, he can't do anything. Now that he can meet the flea on the drum, Zhao Bufan is happy in his heart, if he is allowed to rank up now, a special talent like Shi Qian must be ranked first.

Although today's Shiqian banditry is still relatively heavy and needs to be transformed, his nature is obviously not bad, he will be trained in the army, and he will get better slowly, Zhao Bufan is not afraid of delaying his efforts, if he can cultivate mature intelligence masters, and even bring out a group of intelligence personnel, then it is worth anything.

At this moment, in the face of the slippery time to take the initiative to work, he did not rush to show his intentions, but said unexpectedly: "How many strong enemies can you kill with your kung fu?"

Shi Qian's face instantly turned red, and he said anxiously: "Brother, although I am not good at martial arts, I can listen to the intelligence of the enemy army, if I make up my mind to sneak into a certain place, the general garrison, even my shadow can not be seen, if my brother is willing to take me away, I will be handed over to the Liao camp in the future, I will definitely not be wrong!"

"Really?" Zhao Bufan's face was full of suspicion.

"Of course!" Shi Qian patted his chest and assured, seeing that Zhao Bufan didn't believe it, he immediately looked at Jiao Ting next to him, and said urgently: "Brother Jiao, you know our ability, and also help my brother say something, you have a good future, don't forget to bring your brother along!"

Jiao Ting thought about it, and still said: "General, Qian does have some special skills at this time, and he also knows a lot about traps!"

"But what I want is a brother who preaches righteousness, a brother who can trust him in life and death. Zhao Bufan spoke again.

Shi Qian was so excited by these words that his face turned red.

"Brother, although my Shiqian is indeed not good at martial arts, I am the most righteous in my life, and I don't have to say anything to my brother!"

"That's true!" Jiao Ting also nodded.

"Since that's the case......" Zhao Bufan pretended to think about it, and then continued: "Okay, you will follow me in the future, but now take out the holy decree first!"

"Holy Decree?" Shi Qian's eyes were blank.

"It's the roll of yellow cloth in my baggage!" Zhao Bufan frowned.

"What? is that a holy decree?" Shi Qian jumped in shock, his eyes glazed over.

When Zhao Bufan saw him like this, he instantly had a very bad premonition, and suddenly stepped forward to grab the clothes. "What? Are you ruined?"

Shi Qian grimaced, avoiding Zhao Bufan's eyes.

"That...... That ......"

It was a matter of his life, Zhao Bufan couldn't help but be in a hurry, and grabbed Shi Qian's collar: "Don't swallow, tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm sold!" Shi Qian weakly spat out two words.

"Sold?"

Zhao Bufan was incredulous, and even a little puzzled, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately asked: "Who are you selling it to?" For others, it is a yellow cloth full of words, who will spend money to buy it, this matter is not a joke. ”

Shi Qian was a little afraid to face Zhao Bufan, and said with a bitter face: "Brother first dissipate the anger, eliminate the anger!"

"Hurry up!" Zhao Bufan was anxious.

"Here's the thing, I took my brother's baggage at that time, and although it was very secretive, someone actually saw it, and the man seemed to be staring at him all the time. Not long after I walked out of the hotel with my baggage, the man quickly followed, and spent five taels of silver to see the contents of the baggage. I thought I would see it, so I took all the broken silver from the baggage and spread it out for him to see, and then he smiled when he saw the yellow cloth, and threw me twenty taels of silver directly, and asked me to give him the yellow cloth, and I agreed!"

After Shi Qian said this, he looked at Zhao Bufan's increasingly gloomy face, and felt very uneasy.

"Brother, what will happen if this decree is lost?"

"If it's really lost, then my head will be gone, and your brilliant future will be gone!" Zhao Bufan glared at him angrily.

Seeing that the matter was so serious, Jiao Ting couldn't help but glare at Shi Qian, and scolded: "Look at the bad thing you did, now you have to find a way to get the holy decree back!"

Shi Qian faced the reproach of the two, and his face was full of bitterness.

"How did I think it would be a holy decree? If I had known, how could there be anything to come?"

Now it is useless to blame Shi Qian, even if he beats him dozens of sticks, it is still meaningless, Zhao Bufan forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, thought about it for a while, and said urgently: "Let's go, let's go back, try to find clues, it's useless to stand here and say more!"

Jiao Ting nodded immediately: "Then I'll pack up and leave!"

"Oh, what kind of torn clothes do you bring, bring your money and important items, don't ask for anything else, it's important to help my brother find the holy decree!" Shi Qian is actually very anxious, the disaster is out of him, and he also wants to remedy it.

"That's right!" Jiao Ting replied, and hurried back to the house.

After a while, he came out with a burden on his back, hung it on his shoulders diagonally, and finally looked at the small shop behind him, his eyes were obviously nostalgic and reluctant.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and resolutely left the home where he had lived for a long time, never looking back......