The caravan did not move quickly, and in the evening it stopped at a lake fifty or sixty miles northwest of Hanyang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The merchants gathered their chariots and horses in a circle, and piled their goods in the center, and they went to the lake with their hired men to get water and bury the pot to make food. The six or seven carriages in the back were chariots, and they were only in company of the caravan. Acquaintances greeted each other, walked over to help collect firewood, and mixed a sip of hot soup -- just leaving the passengers aside and leaving them to fend for themselves.

But there is nothing to say about this, after all, the car dealer only sends people to the place, and does not say that even the food on the road has to be taken care of.

The land of Jingchu is dotted with lakes, and everyone doesn't know where they have gone for a while. In addition to the first two passengers who look like a family, most of the passengers in the back are people in the rivers and lakes, and after being snubbed, they first shouted for a while, and then they exchanged names and surnames to recognize each other, if they had heard of each other, they complimented each other, and formed several small gangs after a while. The most famous people assigned their own tasks, and then the stove was set up, and the water was fetched, and the cooking was prepared in a noisy.

Cen Qing and Zhang Yu, one young and handsome, the other beautiful and lovely, walked together like the golden boy and girl in the painting, and after a while, someone came to invite the two to join their circle.

Cen Qing deliberately mixed in with this group of people, but Zhang Yu was very competitive, and he was new to everything when he first entered the rivers and lakes, so he always wanted to try it himself, so he had to refuse the person and go to find stones and sticks to build a stove by himself.

In fact, Cen Qing is not very hungry, since he sensed the essence of the sun and the moon in the mountains after his transformation, he guided them into this body according to his instinct, and after integrating them into the musculoskeletal body, he could also make up for the daily consumption. Therefore, it is not difficult for him not to eat or drink for three or five days.

Zhang Yu took it upon herself to build a stove and light a fire, but in fact she had never done these things, and when Cen Qing came back with a leather bag to fetch water, she saw that she was sulking in front of a pile of fist-sized stones, and the group of people who had invited them just now were already laughing back and forth. Even if there is no big malice in the laughter, it is enough to embarrass Miss Zhang, and she almost cries when her face is red.

After all, it is the heart of a little girl, Cen Qing laughed, stretched out her palm and rubbed Zhang Yu's hair: "Don't be anxious, I'll teach you." ”

This kind of intimate action like caressing children by adults has exceeded the boundaries between men and women in this era, but Zhang Yu just hummed lightly with his nose, did not resist, and obediently got up and followed Cen Qing to find a larger stone, collect firewood, and build a stove...... Soon after, flames rose and reddened her little face.

Neither of them brought a stove, and the Jianghu people who failed to invite just now felt that they had lost face, and they just looked at it with a look of joke at the moment.

Cen Qing didn't care about going to the lake and cut down an arm-thick bamboo, and broke a few branches, the bamboo was cut into sections of bamboo tubes, filled with water and burned in the fire, the branches were peeled off the bark, and the rice balls were skewered and roasted on the fire.

Zhang Yu found it interesting, and excitedly learned to skewer some food and start grilling, but the heat was often not well controlled, and by the time he picked it up, it was already scorched and smelly. So Cen Qing had no choice but to give up her appetite and concentrate on helping her bake things.

When Zhang Yu ate two strings and the water in the bamboo tube was boiled, Cen Qing carefully poured the boiling water back into the leather bag, stuffed the stopper and put it at Zhang Yu's feet. At this time, Zhang Yu's eyes were already full of admiration when he looked at Cen Qing, but Cen Qing suddenly stopped what he was doing and stood up, walked out seven or eight steps, waved his hand into the air, and then an ugly spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

This gun was not so much a gun as a burning stick, a foot long, the thickness of an egg, and a layer of protruding bumps on the dusty barrel, which looked like cooled lava, and it had no neck, and the same ugly head and barrel were integrated, like an unfinished rough embryo.

Cen Qing drew a three-foot-long straight line on the ground with the gun in one hand, and the head of the gun slashed through the stones, bursting into sparks, attracting many people around to look over, and even the three people who were walking towards this side also paused, watching his movements uncertainly.

However, Cen Qing finished drawing the line silently, so he casually inserted the big gun into the line, turned around and continued to sit by the fire to help Zhang Yu barbecue. But everyone saw the clue, this handsome boy was drawing a warning to someone, looked around, and their eyes fell on the three people.

Those three people were in the same car with Cen Qing and Zhang Yu before, and they didn't look flustered at this moment, one of them arched his hand everywhere, and said in a deep voice: "Our brother wants to settle a little personal grievance, and I have no intention of disturbing everyone, and I ask you to forgive me." ”

Everyone is an old Jianghu, and these two groups of people all looked at their faces, and they heard that it was a personal grudge, and everyone's expressions changed from vigilance to watching a good show.

The three of them walked to the place where Cen Qing erected the gun, and the man in charge stretched out his hand to put his hand on the middle of the gun, shook the thickness of the gun, smiled a little disdainfully, and mentioned it with his hand.

There was silence all around, only the sparks in the fire occasionally exploded, making a crackling sound, Cen Qing turned his back to the three of them and didn't even turn his head, but Zhang Yu sat opposite Cen Qing, looking curious and nervous.

The leader didn't lift it for the first time, his face was slightly red, so he had to hold the gun with his other hand, put his hands together and tried it, and exhaled: "Give it to me!"

This pull is hundreds of pounds of force, and the iron spear seems to have been shaken a little, but it still did not pull out of the ground, but sank into the ground a few inches when it fell. This time, not only the man's two companions, but also the surrounding Jianghu people also showed surprise. Just looking at the thickness and length, even if this gun is made of gold, it is only five or six hundred catties, and even if they can't dance, they can barely hold it with both hands. Who would have thought that this man would not move even under all his strength, how heavy would this gun be, and what material would be heavier than gold?

"Could it be an extraterrestrial meteorite?" someone couldn't help but say everyone's questions.

Meteoric iron, dark iron, flying stones and other strange things, no one in this group has ever seen them, but it does not prevent everyone from guessing those magical things with the most romantic imagination, it is said that as long as a little bit of meteorite iron is added to the sword, you can turn the ordinary sword into a divine weapon, and such a meteorite spear in front of you, how much should it be worth? For a while, everyone on the face looking at the gun had different expressions.

In fact, not only the people around him were surprised, but even Cen Qing himself was taken aback, he knew that it was very heavy when he found this spear in the basement pointed out by Huang Siniang, but he didn't have a specific concept of this weight, only guessed that it was about two or three hundred catties based on the density of iron, and because it looked too ugly and too heavy, he usually only threw the gun in the spirit bracelet.

The man pulled out twice in a row and didn't shake the heavy gun, and a wavering look gradually appeared on his face, the scene of Cen Qing marking the line on the ground with one gun in one hand still remained in his mind, how much strength did this thin young man have?

The people around him knew his strength, and when they saw that he was hesitating, they also stepped forward and tried to pull it out, and then they hesitated like the man in charge.

Seeing that a few of them did not continue to move, the people in the rivers and lakes who were watching the excitement around suddenly clamored.

"Good man, don't shrink your eggs, and then pull them out. ”

"Didn't you just be very fierce and want to seek revenge, the two children are over there, what are you afraid of?"

"You don't come to act in partnership, do you, you want to sell this gun if you don't have any entanglement? It's a pity that it's too easy to be exposed, the nickname of the Sprinkle family is called Chu Bawang, and if you don't have good martial arts, you have a lot of strength. ”

"Hey, I thought it was three good men, but I couldn't pull out the big gun and refused to leave at this time, it looks like three mothers-in-law. ”

In this way, more and more people cheered and cheered, and gradually they began to be entangled in scolding from all over the country. The three of them looked at each other, their faces were blue, and they heard the boos around them, so they knew that today's things were messed up, so they had to stomp their feet hatefully, and they didn't want the car dealer to refund the fare, so they only said "go", and they didn't dare to cross the line that Cen Qing drew on the ground, turned around happily and left, and soon disappeared into the gradually falling night.

The boos of the crowd around the fire rang out as they watched their departing backs, and then most of them sat back down and continued their previous discussion, but a few never took their eyes off the guns that were stuck in place.

"You're so good, you scared three people away without doing anything. Zhang Yu saw the incident from beginning to end, because it was related to himself, he became more and more excited, his eyes were shining, and he directly reached out and grabbed Cen Qing and shook it vigorously.

"I can only scare some small shrimps, who knows how many big sharks there are behind?" Cen Qing shook his head, looked at the deep night, pushed Zhang Yu's hand away and got up again, the three people had been frightened away, and the spear was left there for nothing to be coveted.

Sure enough, when he got up, someone stood up next to the fire a few feet away and greeted him: "This little brother, the Sprinkle family is Chu Song of Chujiazhuang in Jiangxia, who can lift a thousand catties of stone lions to tour the streets and alleys, and people give him the nickname Chu Overlord." The sprinkler family is not greedy for your things, but when they see heavy objects, they are itchy and want to try your big gun. ”

The person's origin and purpose were clear, Cen Qing had already walked to the gun, and when he heard this, he smiled, took a few steps back, and raised his hand to signal: "Please feel free." ”

The big man named Chu Song let out a strange cry of excitement, got up and walked over in the cheers of his companions, he was two heads taller than Cen Qing, stood in front of the gun like a giant bear, stretched out his fan-like hands to hold the spear, and began to laugh without exerting his strength: "It's still a big gun that feels strong, the Sprinkle family hasn't touched it for a long time, and the small flower gun on the rivers and lakes is not as sharp as chopsticks in your hand." ”

At the end of the laughter, he first tried two or three points of strength for a moment, and then showed a solemn look on his face, let go of the barrel of the gun and re-rolled up the cuffs, put his legs apart and posed, and slowly squatted down with both hands on the barrel of the gun, and then let out a loud shout: "Hey!"

With a shout, the spear was pulled out of the ground by him, and his companion applauded suddenly, but the expression on Chu Song's face was not relaxed, and he barely lasted four or five breaths before he suddenly let go of his hands and retreated, his arms swinging one after another to make a series of dazzling movements to dissipate the remaining strength, and then slowly stopped, looking at Cen Qing's eyes full of horror: "How heavy is your gun?"

As Chu Song threw the gun back, the applause of the crowd at his fire stopped abruptly, and a few people even stood up unconsciously, their faces full of disbelief, and the spear fell back into the original hole after he threw it away, and it fell directly into more than half of it, leaving only three or four feet of the tail of the gun on the ground.

Cen Qing didn't answer, just squatted down, held the gun with one hand, and pulled the gun out of the ground inch by inch in Chu Song's almost collapsed eyes, and brushed the dirt on it with the other hand at will, and shook it gently, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and there was no trace of the big gun again.

"As you can see......" Cen Qing smiled again, his handsome face hidden in the shadows behind the flames, and said word by word, "I'm a monk." ”