Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies and butterflies is also me, Zhang Qian's dreams come true; there are many strange dreams in the dream, and the grassland must be calmed down.

Helan Dashi took 500 knights to escort the Han envoy to Gonglushui. The Han envoy's orb had been given to two Yan clans, his eagle and dog were obtained by Helan Dashi, five beauties, one was shot in the melee, one was missing, the other three were obtained by Udan, only a bow and a dagger were carried on his body, and the Han envoy set off, and all the cattle and sheep were taken away by Udan. This time Udan won a great victory, and Helan Dashi won a heavy victory, losing two or three hundred knights and horses, except for a dog and an eagle from the Han envoy.

Master Helan sat on the horse with a sad face, a little disheartened, he wanted to return from his studies and make contributions by Shan Yu's side, but who knew that it was not like that. The first time he took a dozen samurai to catch two people, he thought he could catch them, but who knew that one did not catch them, but he lost a few samurai; this time he took thousands of knights to chase dozens of Han people, but he was almost killed by half of them by the Han people, so frightened that the samurai under his command talked about the Han people and changed color, thinking that they could do magic. Wu Dan handed over such a drudgery to himself again, and sent the Han envoy to the barren land, not to mention the hardship, and there was no merit.

Although Zhang Qian looked calm on the surface, as if nothing had happened, there was a faint pain in his heart. He was thinking about what Wu Dan said, for the sake of so-called morality, is it worth paying such a big sacrifice? Those people are, they are all criminals, and some are capital crimes, and they should have died a long time ago, but seeing them being killed, it is possible for him to save them, all he needs is a word, or even a nod. I didn't do that myself. Is he responsible for their deaths? And so many Hun knights, what about their deaths? He felt that his head was hurting more and more, his eyes were full of stars, his mind was in a trance, and he carried it headlong under the horse.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of two horses, lying in the net, blessed by two knights, his head no longer hurting, and his body covered with felt. The long-term anxiety, coupled with the heavy rain that day, made him highly nervous, and he was planted from the horse, and he remembered that he had fallen because of Weishenme, and he could not think of things that he could not understand, and he did not know what would happen to him in the future, and he did not think about what he would do in the future, and he did not think about it if he did not know. He staggered and fell asleep again.

They have been walking for more than 20 days, Zhang Qian has a high fever from time to time, talking nonsense, Gan's father carefully cared for him, he gradually improved, one is young and strong, and then Gan's father carefully cares, Helan saw that he was sick and did not rush to urge, but gave some medicine. When they came to a place, a large wilderness, with a few trees and sparse grass in the distance, on a hill to the east, where Gonglushui turned a corner and went north. At this time, it is the rainy season, and the water of the Gonglu River overflows the river embankment, forming small puddles in which fish and frogs swim freely. Helan Dashi left the two of them behind and hurried away with his men and horses.

Zhang Qian had basically recovered at this time, and the two of them used the things left by Helan to build two small tents, afraid of dampness, insects and snakes, Gan's father cut a few branches to build a bed, cut some grass and spread it on it, and worked for most of the day, and finally cleaned up. To make a fire, boil water, and cook, Zhang Qian tied a few fish with wooden sticks in the puddle, grilled them, and ate them. After resting for a while, Zhang Qian picked up the bow given by King Ding Ling, pulled it hard, the bowstring did not move at all, he put it down in shame, he had no time to practice for a month, and he was sick, so he couldn't pull the bow. Father Gan comforted: "Rest for a few days, you can eat, just do it." "Zhang Qian is a person who is at peace with what happens, these days I think about it carefully, and I find that it is not enough to just be at peace with what happens, I must work hard to practice some skills, I can't completely rely on the help of others, and I can complete my mission without others. If there weren't so many people, maybe the goal would be smaller, easier, and there wouldn't have been such a big sacrifice. Having made up his mind, he asked Gan's father to treat himself as a beginner, to be strict with himself, and to practice archery from scratch. Father Gan saw him very resolutely, in fact, the two had nothing else to do, so Father Gan helped him learn archery. He erected a wooden pole twenty steps away, and then erected a wooden pole every twenty steps, training Zhang Qian to run, and training Zhang Qian's eyes.

On this day, Zhang Qian was already able to pull fifty bows, he ran between the wooden poles, although it was already cold and windy, he was already shirtless, dripping with sweat. In the cold wind, there were some snowflakes drifting, and I silently calculated in my heart that it was already the end of August. This place is 5,000 miles away from Chang'an, Chang'an is the autumn at this time, when the melons and fruits are fragrant, and it is already the breath of severe winter. A total of twenty poles, four hundred paces away, he was going to run three more times, and today's training was over. At this time, he heard the horse bell ringing, Gan's father went out hunting, there was no horse bell, he followed the sound and looked, a grown strong man sat on a variegated horse, leisurely humming a little song, holding a wine bag in his hand, gradually approaching, this man's big face, red, thick eyebrows and big eyes, combed high bun, on the bun was inserted a purple agate hairpin, wearing a muslin kudzu clothes, looking very chic, extraordinarily spirited; followed by his horse was a green donkey, above an unkempt man, a big red wine gourd was much more conspicuous than his person, compared with the man in front, his clothes were simply rags, dripping, blooming everywhere, his face is very thick with oil sludge, and he can't see the true color of his face, but his eyes are big. When the two came closer, Zhang Qian stepped forward and bowed, and said happily: "The two gentlemen have come from afar, and they have worked hard! Please get off the horse and rest for a while." The villain did his best to be a landlord and asked the two to drink some hot water. ”

By this time, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer. The beggar-like man said angrily, "Why do you only invite glamorous people, not those of us? It turns out that you are also a guy who judges people by their appearance." Let's go!" Hit the donkey to leave, Zhang Qian stepped forward to hold the reins, and said with a smile: "What Mr. taught is that the villain did not take into account Mr.'s feelings, and the villain asked Mr. to forgive!"

The old man laughed and said, "You old cripple! You will die if you don't pick on people for a while?" Ignore him, young man, let's rest." He got off his horse and walked straight into the tent, he walked flutteringly, as if his feet were not touching the ground, his body was grown, his robes were grown, and Zhang Qian was envious to death, and people could still walk like this?

The beggar-like man got out of the donkey, and suddenly there was a crutch under his left arm, which looked very heavy, as if it were made of steel, and it was swarthy. He said no more, and staggered into the tabernacle. Zhang Qian looked awkward, how did such two people come together? One seemed to be in the sky, and the other was like on the ground. He shook his head, there were many strange things, and not all of them had answers.

The two sat down on Zhang Qian's bed, as if there was no such person for Zhang Qian, as if they were the master, Zhang Qian was a servant, and the beggars called Zhang Qian to fetch water for them, make food, and ask for wine and meat, but the fat man just drank wine.

Zhang Qian is cooking, these days he has learned a lot of things that he has never done before, and cooking is naturally not a problem. When he thought about it, it seemed that the two had seen each other. He suddenly thought that in Shan Yuting, he had seen them, when they were arguing with people, Zhang Qian walked by, paused, as if the quarrel was that the wine seller was looking for their wine money was wrong, and the wine seller swore that there was no thing, many people knew the wine seller, knew that he had never been cautious, very kind to people, and had never quarreled with anyone, this time I didn't know how to be confused, provoked these two people, seeing these two people not relenting, the pitiful appearance of the wine seller, Zhang Qian moved a sympathetic thought in his heart, and stepped forward to persuade:" This person does a small business, and some mistakes are inevitable. What's wrong with him, how much money is wrong, I'll give!"

The beggar rolled his strange eyes and said angrily: "We are reasonable people! How can we be people who see money! What is the matter with you here, let you pay for it?" I didn't expect them to have arrived in this far north, I don't know what they are doing here? Zhang Qian shook his head, what does what they do to do with themselves? I can't worry about my own affairs, why do I care about other people's affairs! He served the meal to the two of them, and then went out to see Gan's father, Gan's father came back when Shen, today he beat a roe deer, with the two sika deer he caught a few days ago to pull a raft tied with wooden sticks, Zhang Qian followed Gan's father, helped to take off the roe deer on the raft, and a few grouse, wild ducks, and took them into the tent, they used to beat, put outside, but were taken away by something, so they were all put inside. The two people ignored Gan's father, and at this time they were already full, and the beggar had already taken Zhang Qian's bed, and the fat man said, "Then I have to sleep over there." Regardless of whether Gan's father and Zhang Qian agreed, they used to lie on the bed and fall asleep. The two of them couldn't watch the snow fall heavier and heavier, so they had to take the animal skins they had beaten before, wrap them around their bodies, and sit back to back at the door of the tent, listening to the snoring of the two people, and couldn't sleep.

Early the next morning, seeing that the two had no intention of leaving, Zhang Qian helped Gan's father cut some sticks and branches, cut some grass, sewed the animal skins together, and set up a small tent. The beggar obviously couldn't bear to be lonely, and always found fault and quarreled with him, but the fat man smiled faintly and didn't accept the invitation, and the angry beggar came to Zhang Qian and the two, and the two ignored him and only cared about their own work. When the beggar saw that no one paid any attention to him, he said stupidly, "The tent you have built is very bad! The pigs are better than you!"

In the interval between busy work, Zhang Qian made a fire to cook, and when Gan's father was hunting, he met a group of hunters, in exchange for a few clay pots, clay pots, and boiled some meat, and the four of them ate it.

The heavy snow kept falling for five or six days, the snow could almost exceed their tent, the birds and beasts were extinct, Zhang Qian had no way to practice archery, several people were trapped in the three tents, only together during meals, the two ignored Zhang Qian's cold love, Gan's father was angry, and he didn't pay much attention to them.

That night, because he had nothing to do, Zhang Qian lay down early and fell asleep. In the dream, he arrived at a place, it seemed to be a place in Chang'an, a very familiar place, the snow was very thick, the weather was very cold, a tall man approached him, could not see his face clearly, and said to him: On a snowy day, you can practice the six snowflake skills. The man said a few words to him, saying that it was the secret of the exercises, and asked him to remember, "All flowers are five, it is **, this flower is only six, it is the most yin, all flowers come out of the ground, the yang in the yin, this flower is born, and the yang is to the yin." Yin and yang turn each other, and snowflakes begin. A few simple sentences, but the basic yin and yang mutualization, he easily remembered. Then the man taught him how to practice the Six Snowflake Gong, and after practicing it again, he felt sweaty on his body, and he was actually not cold. Happy in his heart, he practiced it several more times. After waking up, I thought about it strangely, seeing that Gan's father didn't wake up, he lay down and practiced the Six Snowflake Gong again, and it actually worked! The things in the dream were real! He woke up Gan's father and told him about his dream, but Gan's father didn't believe it, he demonstrated it again, and Gan's father followed to learn, it was useless. Father Gan fell into a deep sleep again.

In the days that followed, he always saw that strange person in his dreams, and taught him different exercises, in this extremely cold place in the snow-closed north, people could have been driven crazy by the boundless silence, boundless wilderness, and boundless snow, but now with these strange dreams, it was a very haode adjustment to his life, and he felt that life was going by with taste. Every day he waited for it to get dark, and quickly fell into a dream, and the day was an ordeal for him. In his dreams, all kinds of strange practice methods made him dizzy, and he was so happy that he didn't want to wake up at all. During the day, he always feels tired, he doesn't know if the dream is real or if it is real after waking up now, the monotony, tediousness, and boredom of the day are far less colorful than the dreams at night, and they are not as interesting as the dreams.

On this day, he went to bed early, and the tall man took him to a place full of flowers and plants, where a few young women were frolicking in the distance, a few peach blossoms were blooming, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers was intoxicating. Suddenly, a gust of wind came, hail like bird eggs fell, women fled, peach blossoms fell, and the grass was barren and covered with vines. The man hahadaxiao said, "The blessings and misfortunes of the poor are just like the changes in this weather. Life should be happy in time, otherwise you will regret it!" Zhang Qian was silent, his life experience could not fully comprehend that person's words. He asked many times who the other party was, and Weishenme came to his dream and taught him how to practice, and the man smiled and didn't answer, and sometimes someone else came, but there were more of these tall people. He always felt that he had seen him somewhere, but he could not remember him, and whenever he was about to remember, he was always interrupted, or a great sleepiness came him, and he gave up thinking about it. He must see who this man is today. He walked around to the front of the other party, and the other party's figure was blurred for a moment, and he sighed, still unable to see the other party clearly. The man smiled: "When the time comes, you will naturally recognize each other." There is no need to rush it in a moment. ”

The man waved his hand and cut two branches on the peach tree, and then waved his hand and cut it a few times, and it became the appearance of two swords. The man smiled and said, "Today, we are practicing swordsmanship. Zhang Qian was overjoyed and kowtowed. Standing up, the man said, "The sword is called the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and it is a must-have for the scholars of the Central Plains." No one knows how noble the spirit of the sword is!" His words were filled with injustice and sympathy for the sword.

He changed his words and said, "What I taught you today is that I met an unknown old man in a nameless deserted village during my travels, and played a set of swordsmanship. I saw that he played simple and lovely, and learned from him, this old man did not cherish this set of swordsmanship, and taught it to me, according to him, this set of swordsmanship was left by his ancestors, and he did not know it for hundreds of years, and no one thought that this set of swordsmanship was so clever, and his children were not willing to learn it, and it was about to be lost. He thought for a moment and said, "How many good things have been lost! No one thinks it's a good thing, no vision." He no longer sighed, pulled away Jiashi, and used his sword in a proper manner. Zhang Qian has also seen someone use a sword, and there used to be four great swordsmen around him, although he is not good at making swords, he also feels that the master's swordsmanship is not very clever. He followed the master to make a trip, this set of swordsmanship is relatively simple, there are only eight styles, the master just asked him to make it similar, without explanation.

In two nights, he became proficient in this set of swordsmanship, and his heart was happy, and he felt that his master should teach new things. Who knew that on the third day, he would still practice this set of ordinary swordsmanship, and on the fourth day, he would still be the same. After a few days, he finally couldn't help it and asked, "Master, when are we going to learn new swordsmanship?" "The master raised the sword, he knew that this was the first style, chaos was not divided, he didn't know that the first type weishenme was called chaos undivided, but he knew that the master raised the sword, he had no way to attack, he only felt that the master's whole body was full of loopholes, but there was no way to attack, he felt funny, he raised his sword according to the master's appearance, and he also felt that there was no place to attack in the whole body. The master moved, and he clearly saw that the master's sword stabbed him, as if he had stabbed himself, just like when the master was teaching, but he had no way to resist, and he always felt that the sword could pierce his whole body! He blocked a sword indiscriminately, and the tip of the master's sword was against his throat.

He was not convinced, tried again, every time. For several days, he used the eight-style swordsmanship, but he still couldn't resist the master's attack, and in turn, he couldn't stab a sword. He felt that it was the master's strong internal strength that caused him to have no strength to fight back at all. The master became very serious: "I don't use the slightest bit of internal strength at all! And your internal strength also has some foundation, have you used it? Clever swordsmanship is a kind of spirit." You don't appreciate the spirit of the sword at all! This set of swordsmanship is called chiseling. Chaos is not divided, you want to chisel through chaos, what do you use to chisel through chaos? sword? A child in swaddling clothes, you must take care of it; the second type, open up Hongmeng, clear and light up, heavy turbidity falls, heaven and earth are distinct, do you hit the sky, or hit the ground? The third type, the wilderness is eternal, you are on the prairie, the sky is vast and wild, how do you take a surprise? The fourth type is good for all things, the heaven and the earth are long, all things are full of life, and the business is full of business, you can't bear to take the sword? The fifth type, governing but not curing, all the countries under the world, billions of people, smart and ignorant, all are primates, even if animals and plants are all life, how can they make a move? Yes, why learn the sword? Sixth, Zhan Xi Yuanxi, learn the sword of slaying the dragon and killing the tiger, the upper should be the heart of heaven, the lower assistant saint teaching, do not take merit, do not be arrogant, and eliminate the desolation; the seventh type, the gate of heaven and earth is not set up for sages, not for fools, not for human beings, not for birds, beasts, insects, scales, plants and trees, everyone can be sages, everyone can be fools; the eighth type, do not see it, hear it but do not hear it. There are only eight styles of swordsmanship, because the maximum number is nine, nine is full, and full is overflowing. The swordsmanship is eight styles, although it cannot exhaust the number of heaven and earth, but it is close to nine, and it can almost take care of the world. Zhang Qian was covered in cold sweat, could the swordsmanship be compatible with the way of heaven and earth? These truths that he had never heard of were reflected in this set of seemingly ordinary swordsmanship. He remembered the battle with Prince Wudan in Yanran Mountain, when the rain was pouring down, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be chaotic before they opened; these days in this vast snowy field, the heaven and the earth are general, and the wind rises, and it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth, like the beginning of Hongmeng; on the prairie, the reckless mountains are like giant beasts, and the empty grassland seems to have remained unchanged for eternity. Also, some of them he can understand, some of them seem to have some ideas, and some of them can't figure it out. He no longer just cultivates the sword technique as a sword technique, but cultivates it together with the mental method.

In the next few days, another person appeared in the dream, this person had not come for a long time, and Zhang Qian stepped forward to salute. The master said, "I see that you have a spear, let's practice the spear today." Zhang Qian was overjoyed, and the two came to a river, the river water was crystal clear, and the swimming fish were clearly countable. A few willows on the shore, the breeze blows, a few water insects swim on the water surface, and a aquatic grass looms in the water. The man somehow got two wooden poles, one foot long, one as thick as a child's arm, and the other as thin.

One was given to Zhang Qian, and he took one himself. He first used a marksmanship, but the marksmanship was ten moves, and in less than a moment, the master used the gun again and stabbed the gun on the ground. The master said: "What do you think of this set of marksmanship?" Zhang Qian has the experience of learning swords, and knows that some things look ordinary, but they are of far-reaching significance, and the master's marksmanship, he naturally can't see how clever it is, but he can't help but say: "The master's marksmanship is naturally very good!"

The man smiled slightly, "It is said that Zhang Qian is sincere, I don't think so." ”

Zhang Qian blushed and smiled embarrassedly. His heart moved, could this person be him?

This is a set of five-element guns, created according to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five elements are heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are the five elements, and the names of the two are different and the same. Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and the five elements are positive and negative, and the five elements are divided into positive and negative five elements, regardless of positive and negative, they are all like a circle, with no beginning and no end. This set of marksmanship makes it open, and it is like a ring without a beginning and an end. If you fight back and forth and use your marksmanship all over again, making it very beautiful and mellow, I am afraid that you will die a hundred times! If you have obtained the marksmanship and sword skills of the ancients, you must have mastered them, otherwise it is better not to learn them. If you don't learn, you won't fight with others, and naturally you won't be harmed; if you learn and don't understand, you'll harm others. was beaten to death, and thought it was inferior to others. At any time, only people are inferior to others, and there is no saying that skills are inferior to others! Don't push all the bad things to the ancients, to the masters, and to the techniques! A truly brilliant person cannot do so. ”

"Look. The first trick is greedy for heaven, people sometimes just don't understand that the creation of heaven and earth can be taken away by man; the second trick is that heaven and earth are ruthless, and heaven and earth take people as dogs, so what do people care about; the third trick is to go through the wells and the sky, tsk, and be arrogant; the fourth trick is to go to the heavens and the earth, so easy? The fifth trick is to cover the sky and cover the sun, and it is becoming more and more unspeakable! The sixth trick, Yanyan Zhang Tian, people always like to act on behalf of the sky and speak on behalf of the sky; the seventh trick is to hold their heads high and not even pay attention to the sky! The eighth move, the ingenuity, the ninth move, stealing the day, grandma's, what are the tricks of this old immortal creation? Teach the children badly! The tenth move, the sky net is restored, haha, no matter how great your ability, zuihou can't escape the snare of God!"

Zhang Qian was confused when he heard it, as if he understood, but he didn't understand at all. The man didn't say much, but patiently taught him how to make a gun, a set of ten strokes of marksmanship was quickly handed over, Zhang Qian could also make a decent appearance, and he also woke up from the dream. Seeing that the sky was bright, and there seemed to be something in his heart, he got up, ate something, and suddenly his heart was brightened, and he ran excitedly to the beggar's tent, and the beggar was arguing with the fat man about something, and when he saw him come in, the two stopped arguing, and laughed at each other. Zhang Qian came in and kowtowed, shouting, "Two masters! I have been hiding it so hard! Today I learned that it was the two of you who have been teaching me martial arts." Tears welled up in his eyes.

The two of them lifted him up, and in these days, they already had a deep affection, and the fat man pretended to be free and easy: "The landlord thinks that we eat him and drink him, and his heart is sad!" ”

The beggar smiled: "It's not easy for you to know that it is us so quickly!"

Zhang Qian felt that he had seen them in his dream, but he didn't find them in time, because the two always appeared in other guises, like beggars have always been the image of sound people, although the fat man is still tall, but he does not have his daily care, always worried, and his temperament is not like it. But although the two deliberately concealed themselves, they always inadvertently revealed their usual temperament, and finally Zhang Qian discovered the identities of the two.

Zhang Qian asked: "The names of the two masters must be told to the apprentices, otherwise they will not be scolded for bullying the master and destroying the ancestors!"

The two looked at each other, and the fat man said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you where we came from." However, I want to warn you: if you dare to reveal a little bit of our origin to others, the two of us will take your life no matter where you are!" Zhang Qian was shocked, he didn't know that the master weishenme was so taboo about his origin, seeing that the master was very serious, knowing that the master was not joking, and said: "If Zhang Qian reveals the two masters to others, let me die with ten thousand arrows through my heart!" Seeing that he made a poisonous oath, the fat man opened his mouth and said a few words, which frightened Zhang Qian into a cold sweat. After all, what the fat man said, next time decompose.

The Western Regions of the Central Plains were never connected, and the Han Dynasty made a world out of the same place; since then, the Silk Road has become a unique region, and it is still singing and chiseling the air.