"It's only been three years, and you've aged thirty years!"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's miserable appearance, and seeing that the other party had returned to his old business, still running a business at a great age, and had lost all his personal wealth, Zhang Qian felt that Zhang Xuezhou was in such a miserable state.
Calculated according to his true age, the other party was only in his twenties at this time.
Holding Zhang Xuezhou's hand, Zhang Qian felt very sad.
But his mind soon became active.
When he pulled Zhang Xuezhou's hand, he felt that Zhang Xuezhou's hand did not look like an old man at all, and his body was strong and strong.
"Did you put something on your face to look so old?"
When pulling Zhang Xuezhou into Yanmen Pass, Zhang Qian couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"It's too dangerous outside," Zhang Xuezhou said, "Smearing some on it can effectively reduce the risk!"
"Really smeared?"
Zhang Qian tugged on Zhang Xuezhou's face in disbelief, and then tugged on his hair.
"You're pulling me hard," Zhang Xuezhou shouted, "Give me some water, I want to wash this thing off!"
"It's not fair, why did they go in without taking the knot!"
The sound of the crow's nest outside Yanmen Pass came, and Zhang Xuezhou looked back.
His face was made up of Hongku. Zhang Qian didn't recognize Hongku, but to Wu Chao, it was a face like a nightmare.
It would be a bit difficult for Wuchao to guess Zhang Xuezhou's identity with such a face.
Zhang Xuezhou also just wanted to wash off this attire as soon as possible to prevent Wu Chao from having any small thoughts in his mind.
The Yanmenguan garrison is located in an oasis, and there is no shortage of water to supply the army.
Zhang Xuezhou was led by Zhang Qian to the water outlet of the stable trough. He didn't care about the shame, so he took off his clothes and brushed him there.
Water like yellow mud flows down from the face, and the white flesh color is revealed.
After his head was soaked in water, the wig finally came loose.
"You are so awesome in disguise!"
Zhang Qian looked at Zhang Xuezhou who had taken off his disguise and was amazed. Many of his previous pessimistic emotions disappeared.
Obviously, judging from Zhang Xuezhou's physical appearance, this guy has lived a very hard life.
"Others helped me do it, and they even used spells. I was afraid they would kill me!"
Zhang Xuezhou washed his face and hands, glanced at Hong Ku's wig like a snake, and thought of picking it up for a moment.
Zhang Qian, on the other hand, didn't care. When he saw that Zhang Xuezhou didn't want it, he picked up the wig, shook the water out of it, and then put it on his head.
"This hair cover is really exquisite. If you shave off your hair and put on the hair cover, it will look fake and real." Zhang Qian praised: "Are you going to do some big business? Do you need to look like this?"
"No way, I just did some business casually, and an hour ago I was chased by a group of hyenas!"
Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.
He let out a deep breath.
It wasn't until he stepped into Yanmen Pass, washed away the disguises like Hongku, and made sure that there wasn't even a single hair on his body that Zhang Xuezhou felt completely relieved.
"Ziwen, it's a good thing that your official position has not been changed, otherwise it would be difficult for me to return to my family." Zhang Xuezhou expressed his sincere thanks.
"I don't know whether I am happy or sad about your words," Zhang Qian said in a dull voice, "Three years and three years, I have become a junior general, and there is no sign of promotion in my official position!"
"You will definitely become a general in the future," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Then I thank you in advance!"
Zhang Qian let out a long breath. After placing his mount, he found an open space nearby and practiced the Tiger Fist.
If there was no war, the guard duty at Yanmen Pass would be really easy and enjoyable, and one could still receive a high salary for ordinary people.
Although this salary is somewhat stretched in Chang'an City, Zhang Qian's position is also envied by many people.
But Zhang Qian never had the idea of dawdling.
A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. His ambition is to make achievements, not to live a busy life every day and deal with patrols and inspections from time to time.
"You punch really well!"
Zhang Xuezhou had seen Zhang Qian doing Fuhu Fist before, but Zhang Qian is still doing Fuhu Fist now.
Although the level of Fuhu Fist has become more advanced, the extent of Zhang Qian's improvement in cultivation and strength is not visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while, then touched the heavenly clothes he put on again, and took out the Secret Book of the Full Moon Scimitar.
The level of the secret tomes that can be taken out by apprentices will not be too high, but because these people are born into wealth, this type of secret tome is likely to be at the mid-range level.
Zhang Xuezhou is still more concerned about the first martial arts secret book he has obtained, and is ready to see the situation in reality.
Corresponding translation has become inevitable.
As a layman in martial arts, Zhang Xuezhou had little knowledge in this area, so he just asked the appropriate acquaintances he found.
Zhang Qian's ability is not very high, but Zhang Qian also comes from his family, has certain knowledge and good education. It is difficult for the other party to identify high-end goods, and the high-level martial arts should be able to make corresponding explanations.
When Zhang Xuezhou greeted Zhang Qian, Zhang Qian just finished a set of punches before exhaling and coming closer.
"This is a good thing you got in the evil country? Huh? Huh? Where did you get it?"
Zhang Qian turned over it.
His understanding of Holy Land writing is limited, but looking at this beautifully crafted volume of animal skin secrets, he can feel how extraordinary the secrets are.
"Can the evil country even trade this kind of martial arts?" Zhang Qian said in disbelief.
"You know that the country is vast and rich in resources." Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said, "My little thing is nothing?"
"How could this be nothing? This..."
Zhang Qian looked at the Fuhu Fist he used with his bare hands, and then at the set of full-moon scimitars held by Zhang Xuezhou. He felt that even after years of hard work, he could not compare to what Zhang Xuezhou picked up casually in the evil country.
By the time Zhang Xuezhou recited a few sentences, he already knew that this was the machete-type martial art that some tribes in the Fierce Country were proficient in.
The scimitar martial arts of the Jiguo people are not suitable for fighting in ordinary situations, but as long as they are mounted on horses, these people's scimitar martial arts will show great power, and it is a masterpiece when paired with bows and arrows.
Zhang Qian didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou could get such a good product.
"In addition to using a machete, you also need to ride a horse to use it!"
After listening to Zhang Qian's explanation, Zhang Xuezhou was greatly disappointed, feeling that it was very different from the martial arts he had in mind.
What he hopes to have is a martial art that can crush and strike one person against another, rather than a martial art that requires riding a horse to kill.
This is not suitable for him to use at all, let alone the reality where no one rides a horse.
"Don't underestimate it. Only the elite nomadic cavalry regiment of the fierce people can learn this kind of martial arts. They once brought us heavy losses during battlefield battles." Zhang Qian said solemnly: "This kind of martial arts is not very useful for us personally, but for us big men The benefits to the Legion are beyond words!”
"What? Do you want to promote this set of secret codes in the legion?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"No, Manqian, think about it..."
Zhang Qian recommended Zhang Xuezhou once, which was a not-so-good memory.
But when he saw Zhang Xuezhou again, the idea of recommendation emerged in his heart.
What he recommended this time was not Zhang Xuezhou, but the full-moon scimitar martial arts that Zhang Xuezhou held.
The legions of the Han Dynasty do not need to learn the full-moon scimitar, but knowing yourself and the enemy will always be victorious. If someone can be completely familiar with this set of scimitar martial arts, the military will definitely take targeted measures to restrain those who practice the scimitar. Nomadic elite cavalry regiment.
Personal practice of this secret book will only add a set of horse fighting martial arts, but the contribution will definitely save the lives of hundreds or thousands of high-ranking soldiers, and may even determine the outcome of a war.
In a large-scale war, a little advantage is precious.
But if a little bit accumulates a lot, it will definitely turn into the sharpest arrow to pierce the enemy.
Zhang Qian firmly believes in this truth.
He made a bumpy trip to Chang'an City once, but Zhang Qian didn't mind trying again.
(End of chapter)
