By the time the two people, who were sweating profusely, held the swords in each other's hands and sheathed them, smoke was already rising from the caravan. Yun Zhong had not slept all night and was already hungry. He couldn't wait to put the sword back into the carriage, so he followed Tang. Bu Feng went together to wait in front of the urn. Many people had known for a long time that the sword and sword skills of these two people were extremely good. They were all watching from the sidelines, hoping that even if they did not learn the essence of it, they would even learn a half-move to bluff people. When they saw the two people stop, their expressions changed. It is inevitable that there will be some unfinished ideas.
Among the people in the arena, the most wielders of swords are the most numerous. Although the two of them are not very old, the variations of their moves are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
An expert can see the door, but an outsider can always see the excitement. Even people who have never practiced martial arts can still see some wonderful features in the moves. Even if they can't learn a single move, they can still use it to relieve their boredom in a lackluster trade route.
Now the two of them gathered in front of the urn, each received a bowl of clear soup and some pasta, found a place to sit down, ate with the people in the caravan, and listened to the chatter of the others. It would be a pleasure to talk about what we saw and heard all over the world, and to hear about the old stories or taboos in the places we passed.
"I once heard someone say that this ancient country was surrounded by green water and had luxuriant grass. It was very different from the landscape it has today. If the future master hadn't ruined the country's fortunes, there would probably be a few more cavalrymen in Qiling today." 1 A man in his forties, shirtless, slowly took a sip of clear soup and said.
"Now that all the countries in the world are not without cavalry, why do you say that?" asked a man next to him, obviously not knowing the hidden meaning.
"Cavalry and cavalry should not be confused with each other. The horses are equipped with saddles and stirrups, and one horse and one person can form a cavalry. But if a war breaks out, look where is the cavalry who dares to challenge the cavalry? The cavalry is covered in iron armor. , if the smaller spear tip does not use 120% of the strength, it may not be able to penetrate through the gaps in the armor. It can really be the leader of the charge despite the rain of arrows and rocks. How can it be an ordinary cavalry? It can be compared." Lao Lu was a little fascinated, twisting his beard and sighing, even putting the porcelain bowl in his hand aside.
"All the best horses in the world have come from the Great Yuan. Not to mention the long journey, the barbarians of the Great Yuan have not contacted us, which also leaves us with no cavalry in the Three Western Kingdoms. Even if we are lucky enough to raise a group of rare horses, over time , these horses are old, and the cavalry army is difficult to sustain, and there is always a picture of a lack of support. "
"Old Lu, what's the point of this ancient country? What's the connection with the cavalry?" The person who spoke was the young man who asked Han Xi to teach him archery a few days ago. He was really interested.
The man named Lao Lu saw his impatient look, grinned, drank the remaining clear soup in the bowl in one breath, burped and said, "First of all, the horse breed here is different from other horses." The land is different, the legs and feet are very slender, but the hooves are strong and fast, and they are very good at carrying things, so they are especially suitable as iron cavalry. Unfortunately, when it comes to this, I have to blame the empress. I don’t know why, but awarded a point. The horse-slaughter order caused all the good horses in the country to be slaughtered. Without horses, the ancient country that relied on domesticating good horses to make a living and became rich fell into decline. Countless people rose up and brought this great land to decline. No one cares about it anymore.”
Yun Zhong was also curious. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Dare I ask, senior, do you ever know why you want to slaughter the horse? It is rare for ordinary people to do such a thing like cutting off one's own foundation, let alone a country. Sir, I would like to ask senior to give you some hints about the secret behind this."
Everyone in the caravan knew about the literary fight between Yun Zhong and Tang Bu Feng, so they all knew that this young man, who was usually unimpressive, had extremely good swordsmanship, and was also very measured in his actions and knew etiquette. After going back and forth, I naturally became familiar with the people in the caravan.
The man shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Brother Yun, it's not that I, Old Lu, am pretending to be ignorant, but that after countless years, I am not a scholar. When I read through classics and books, with the few words I know, You are really powerless. These old things were told to me by my father back then. As for why the empress of the ancient country acted like this, probably not many people in the world know."
The young man thanked him, but he still couldn't suppress his curiosity.
Tang Bufeng ate happily, leaned back and lay down in the gravel, not worrying about whether his clothes were neat or not, "The country has been destroyed, what else do you want to do with this, but at this point, Brother Yun, what are you doing? The horse looks good to me. At least it is very understanding of human nature. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a smart and intelligent horse."
The young man smiled and said, "My master got it, so don't try to trick it."
"What are you thinking about beating it? Could it be possible to steal it back to the house to support it?" Tang Bufeng looked scornful, "If I make enough money one day, I will go to Dayuan to buy a good horse, a long sword and a big knife." Horses make people admire them in their hearts when they see them. In this way, you can feel comfortable when you draw a sword, how beautiful it is."
At noon in the desert, the golden crow hangs high, and the desert becomes yellow. There are ripples on the gravel, and the chaotic dust is swayed by the breeze, making the ruins everywhere appear to be undulating.
Since the weather was so hot, it was natural to get into the car to drink. The two drunkards soaked their robes in some water and sat slumped in the car, with only the strength to raise a glass.
"Brother Yun, you've been living a boring life this whole day. At your age, it's the right time for you to think about things and escape from happiness. You shouldn't be so angry. Apart from practicing swordsmanship, there's nothing else you want to do. Son?" After a few sips of wine, Tang Bufeng, whose wine taste was extremely poor, was already flushed, and the sun was hot, making him sweat profusely. He kept waving his sleeves up to fan himself to cool off.
"In addition to practicing swordsmanship, I must also want to make money." The young man was also a little drunk, "Never mind the other things, Li Da Da Da's wife has not yet been found, and I also lack a good sword. Besides, I can earn more money. , it can always make my dad worry less, so he doesn’t have to run around all day long.”
Tang Bufeng clicked his tongue and marveled, "I didn't expect it. It's really not bad for a little knight who is obsessed with swordsmanship to still think about my father's fellow countrymen." Then he said sadly, "It's a pity, even if I earn a few thousand taels. , and you have nowhere to spend it, so you don’t have to go to brothels and spend a lot of money like those young men from wealthy families. Don’t worry, with your skills, you can earn a lot of money in a few years. "
Yun Zhong raised his drunken eyes slightly and smiled at the former, "With your good words, I will give you a good horse with a fat head and a big belly. My mother-in-law will save it."
Madman Tang rolled his eyes and said angrily, "If you don't learn from me, I will learn the tone of a drunken caravan rough guy. If I see your master then, I will have to give him a good talk."
Maybe it was some mistake, Tang Bufeng asked again abruptly.
"Other than that?"
The young man thought about it and rubbed the hilt of the sword, "I want to draw out the sword quickly and spin around in the sky."
"Then?"
“The bigger the circle, the better.”
Tang Bufeng smiled suddenly.
