Yun Zhong put away his sword and turned around, only to find that the person applauding was none other than the stuttering Han Xi.
Yun Zhong has always been very grateful to Han Xi, who was honest and straightforward. In the past few days, this man has been squeezed out the same way as the former. Seeing this, he feels more and more that Han Xi's temperament is indeed generous and kind.
The young man holding the sword repeatedly made fun of Han Xi's stuttering problem, and the irritation of his words was almost tantamount to provocation. However, Han Xi had a look of helplessness on his face at most, and he had never done anything else out of the ordinary. The people in the Jianghu seen in Yun Zhong's eyes were mostly vulgar warriors who would draw swords at the slightest disagreement, or who were unwilling to be wronged in the slightest. It was rare to find a cowardly person like Han Xi.
Then Yun Zhong smiled and said, "There is no such thing as a good sword. Even the sword moves require a lot of hard work before you can understand half of them. If Brother Han says this, he is a bad boy."
Han Xi slightly raised his lips, "Little brother, I don't know. I have been walking in Qiling for many years. Although my martial arts skills are mediocre, I still have some knowledge. Many experts compete with each other, and even fight to the death in the ring. , I was also lucky enough to look at it from a distance. These words were not out of place, but I did see the shadow of some first-class masters, so I couldn't help but cheer. "
Seeing that Yun Zhong was a little curious, but did not say anything unpleasant, the man sighed secretly, rubbed his hands and continued, "From the accent of the young man, it seems that he is not a native of Qiling. Maybe he has never heard of Daqi The word "trend" is an old saying in Qiling. It has been used since I don't know how many years ago. It means that no matter what weapon or weapon you are holding in your hand, you must never lose your momentum. After so many years of wandering around, my martial arts progress has been limited, but the advantage is to see more, so I have some insights: masters compete with each other, and the skills are the best, but if the swordsmanship is exquisite but has no flavor and momentum, even if it is amazing, it will be in vain. , his whole life is limited to skills, he is definitely just an ordinary martial artist, and he will definitely not be able to achieve great status among the swords, guns, swords and halberds."
After hearing the second half, even Yun Zhong was somewhat impressed by this man named Han.
When talking about momentum, Wu Shuang mentioned it more than once, but all of them were extremely abstruse. Naturally, it was quite boring in Yun Zhong's ears, so he pestered his master to explain it more clearly and understandably.
At that time, Shopkeeper Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "The word momentum is just something that has no trace in ordinary people's mouth. How can I explain it in a simple and easy-to-understand way? If it is difficult to understand it, then why not?" The last cunning trick is to see this person make a move and think about what the person is similar to when he makes a move. Whether it is a mountain wind, thunderstorm, wild horse or ox python, compare it with the deepest characteristic of this object, maybe thick and heavy Like a mountain, perhaps as carefree as a sea of clouds, this is the aura one person carries.”
What Han Xi just said is similar to what Wu Shuang said.
Yun Zhong sheathed his sword, stood in the soil, clasped his fists and saluted, "Brother Han, just say it, I'd like to hear the details."
Perhaps because Yun Zhong was quite polite in his replies, Han Xi, who had a particularly serious stutter in the past, did not stutter at all this time for the first time, but spoke extremely fluently, which actually made Yun Zhong a little surprised.
The man waved his hands repeatedly, but the corners of his mouth raised more and more, "Don't take it seriously, I'm afraid the young hero alone can handle twenty or thirty Han Xi. What I said before is just years of experience in the world, nothing."
Everyone thought this man was stupid, but if these words fell in other people's ears, it would be really embarrassing.
But there was someone next to him who was not very happy. He narrowed his narrow eyes, looked at Han Xi who was overjoyed with disdain, and snorted coldly.
"You should be self-aware, and you are good at lecturing and quoting scriptures. If you let the little brothers who don't know the details see you, I really think you have two ounces of money. The loess is covered up to your chin, and I haven't seen you earn anything among the Qiling squad. One year old, Lao Gui has become more and more proficient at shaking his tongue that cannot be straightened three inches in the wind." The speaker was the young man carrying a knife, and his words were very excessive.
Han Xi did not dare to reply, so he had to smile at Yun Zhong, then pressed his thick purple lips and stopped answering. Lao Gui, as mentioned by the young man carrying the sword, is a rare title among the class leaders.
Only in Qiling, there is such a relatively unique custom. Every early October, the leader of the group who leads the way will put aside all labor services and gather at the old house hundreds of miles away from the imperial capital of Qiling. Even if the caravan gave him two or three times more money, he still refused to go out, just for the title of Lao Gui.
The rules are no longer defined by individuals, but these rules are indeed passed down from generation to generation. Regardless of whether they are young workers who have just entered the industry or senior workers who are over fifty years old, they all gather in the old house.
The old house was built too early, and many of the houses have collapsed and disintegrated. Only in the house, there is an old laurel tree that has withstood countless winds, frosts, rains and snows, firmly entrenched in the yard.
The osmanthus tree is so thick that it requires eight or nine people to hug it. It is more than ten feet tall and can accommodate several people hanging and climbing on the tree. Its root system has pried apart many stone bricks in the courtyard, making it look particularly powerful, vicissitudes of life, and simple. atmosphere.
Everyone gathered around here, and the eldest person in the group was selected to bend a bow and set an arrow, and nail it to the branch. Others compete to climb the tree and grab the arrow feathers. Those who can grab the arrow feathers and hold them down the tree are called Lao Gui, which means to be outstanding among the class. Traveling caravans also particularly favor people with the title of Lao Gui. Not to mention their ability to lead the way, they are already renowned in the industry just for their ability to dominate the crowd.
The title of Lao Gui can last a lifetime if it is won only once. Therefore, after winning the title, most Lao Gui give up this opportunity to others and no longer get involved themselves.
After all, although there are rules in the industry, being polite is still a duty of conduct, and this group of team leaders often meet, and they always rely on their prowess to be re-elected as Lao Gui, which is always somewhat disliked by their colleagues. As time goes by, there are more and more squad leaders with the title of Lao Gui.
However, Han Xi has not been able to pick up Lao Gui even once. Although his ability to lead the way is not inferior at all, the principle that he is afraid of his youth due to his age has been around since ancient times. However, in the eyes of merchants, his worth is indeed much lower.
The words of the young man carrying the knife can be said to be a slap in the face where the bee has stung him, hitting the spot where it hurts.
"This brother, you have to be merciful and merciful. Moreover, these days, it seems that Brother Han has not taken the initiative to cause trouble. On the contrary, he often uses barbs and insinuations in his words. Is it possible that he had some troubles in the past? Why don't you say it? Come on, it will be easier to get along with each other along the way, what do you think, brother?" Even so, Yun Zhong's expression was a little downcast.
"Walking around in the world, there are many good-for-nothing people. Could it be that my little brother can protect all these people? If that's the case, I really have to applaud you." The young man carrying the knife grinned, stretched out a finger and pointed at Jingwaiqi. hole, with a weird smile.
"The weather is so hot, but the moisture in my forehead never dries up."
