Lieutenant Liang nodded and waved his hand towards the slope as if to say hello. Then he stopped looking at Wuling Slope and turned to look at the armor-covered man tying the handle of the bow.
"Following the palm lines, wouldn't it be more comfortable to hold? Why do we have to wrap the bow handle lengthwise." The captain suddenly asked.
The man in the armor kept busy, "This question is like why you should establish an elder rather than a concubine. It is just a rule set by an expert. Regardless of whether it is comfortable or not, it is just for the sake of stability during war."
"Didn't you say just now that it's delicious but hard to swallow?" the captain sneered.
"This is not a one-time thing. Different directions of the lines on the palm of the hand can cause the force and direction of the cloth to be different when holding the bow, which creates a lot of stability. However, it is very easy to wear the palm, so it should be applied frequently. The oil will make the cloth strip on the bow handle smoother." The armor-clad man was calm, and after saying these words, he stopped talking and wrapped the cloth strip with peace of mind.
"So, you are the oil that protects the handle?" Lieutenant Liang asked.
"It's true to say that. That man has countless swords in his hand. As for me, I can't even count them as swords."
"Including us, there are only three or two caravans in this realm. Now we have to enter one by one, which is really annoying." After discussing with the Qiling garrison, Lao Sanjin turned around and left, with an angry look on his face. "I have been to Wulingpo several times, but have I ever heard of such a rule? If we delay for too long, the great position of Qiuji will be given to others for nothing, which is really annoying."
Han Xi, who had just washed his hands on the side, saw that Lao Sanjin's veins were bulging at the moment. He quickly stepped forward to comfort him and said, "Don't worry too much. The location of the place has never had a big impact on the Autumn Fair. Besides, it's not a short time until the start of the fair." , it’s just a few hours late, and I think it won’t delay the deadline. Furthermore, I heard that at the beginning of autumn, Yizhang must conduct military training. I am afraid that entering Wulingpo at different times is also related to this matter."
The head of the house also got out of the car at some point, patted Han Xi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I think he is showing off his evil temper. Now that Xiao Tang is gone, Yun Xiaozi is also fast. The two of us in this caravan can get along well." The young men went their separate ways, but our Lao Sanjin's out-of-the-way temper made us feel even more lacking in interest, which is why we lost such a temper."
Han Xi couldn't help laughing and laughed unbridled, "Brother Sanjin is at this age and should be thinking about resting his feet. Wouldn't it be beautiful to ask a wife to give birth to dozens of boys? We can't keep venting our anger in the nephrite building for so many years. Bar."
"You guys are just farting. I am an old man, but I can't compare to you young people. How can you go to Goulan without you being sluggish the next day, with two jujube-like eyes on your head? Look at us again. , she is always in high spirits; although the girl is nice, I know my priorities and am not like you juniors who enjoy themselves too much."
"Listen, this old man is trying to make us miserable." The head of the house curled his lips with disdain, "It turns out that Lao Sanjin, my old man, practices internal martial arts, and his kung fu is not necessarily better than anyone else's. The double hammers make things loose. Normally, but his two waists and kidneys are as big as buckets, I admire him."
The three of them talked nonsense, which actually made Lao Sanjin, who was originally very angry, calm down a lot. After chatting for a long time, after drinking a few sips of the chrysanthemum wine bought by the defenders for a few coins, they went back to pack their bags, checking whether the goods were complete to avoid any mistakes before leaving.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yun Zhong took advantage of the twilight to stretch his muscles and bones, then looked southward from a higher ground for a while, and then walked towards the carriage.
Over the past few days, Qiu Lake had repeatedly injured his meridians, and even when the team arrived at Wulingpo, the damage to his meridians had not healed. After these two days of going in the opposite direction, it was obvious that the young man could no longer endure the suffering.
Originally, he practiced swordplay at noon and circulated Qi at night. Ever since he joined the caravan, the young man had become accustomed to this. However, these days, he drank too much water and shook his chest and abdomen with random punches, which made Yun Zhong never draw a sword again. He is capable, let alone moving his qi at night, and he cannot act rashly at all.
Now that we have arrived at the Yizhang realm, the young man originally thought that even if the master couldn't escape, he could always send someone from the master's sect to lead the way, or he could reach the top of the master's sect as soon as possible and find a way to suppress the broken sword in his body. But up to now, no news has been received, and none of the birds coming from the south are golden birds.
Yun Zhong raised his head and was quite speechless for a moment, "Master, you are too unreliable. Even if you don't plan to lead your useless disciple up the mountain, you still have to tell me in advance where the mountain gate is, right? What's inside this Yizhang?" I’m not familiar with the place, and there are as many fat men as thieves and swordsmen crossing the river, so where do you want your apprentice to find them?”
The young man was so worried that his forehead almost swelled, but he still had no choice but to put his thick robe on his body and lay alone without sleep.
The first caravan entered Wulingpo at dusk and lingered for a long time. By the time Yunzhong's group entered Yizhang, it was almost the first watch.
It would be easy to just let everyone travel at night, but thunder was rolling in the sky, and soon it would rain, making it even harder for the carriage to move. Although Wulingpo is the lowest place among the Huayan Mountains, even if it is lower than the other mountains, it is not a boundary that can be climbed casually in a short time; not to mention that most of the caravans are packed with horse cargo. The mountain rain fell suddenly, and the horse's hooves running swiftly in the flat land suddenly slowed down when they stepped on the muddy mountain road. Even ordinary people's feet could not compare.
In the first half of the caravan, it was safe to have Lao Sanjin in charge, but Tang Bufeng had already left. In the second half, only Han Xi was left to maintain order in the caravan. Although Yun Zhong wanted to help, his experience was actually inferior to that of Han Xi. There is a lot of shortage of seats, and even if you say that you can break the sky, you can only help a little bit, but it will not have much effect.
When the house leaks and it rains continuously all night, this is very suitable no matter when or where it is placed.
But at this time when I was busy on the road, something really happened. Most of the goods in the caravan are placed in the carriages, which are pulled by two horses. There is no one on the carriage, and only the people in charge are driving them with long whips to prevent the horses from being frightened or going astray, causing damage to the goods in the carriage.
The lean young man and Lao Lu took turns escorting the carriage, morning and night, taking turns driving horses and whips to look after the goods. The horses pulling the carriage were also old horses, so they didn't need to worry too much. They had a leisurely life.
But two horses were suffering from some kind of madness tonight. Maybe it was a thunderstorm that made the two younger horses a little timid. No matter how they whistled and scolded them, the two frightened horses stopped moving forward. , standing on the spot and neighing.
The lean young man wiped the rainwater pouring down his face carelessly, shivered and cursed angrily, "I don't see these two rammers doing anything wrong on weekdays. How could they make a mistake at such a critical moment? Seriously?" Annoying."
p.s. The business trip is almost over. I have been busy socializing and drinking recently. When I am very busy, I usually finish drinking in the middle of the night to feel comfortable, and then I can code a few hundred with my groggy head.
The plot is also not well thought out, and it may be missing some of the hit points of the fight scenes that the watchers love most. It has been brewing in the past few days, and it will be released almost by the weekend, so please be patient.
Let’s briefly talk about the plot: Yun Zhong has arrived at Yizhang, but the two senior brothers and Wu Shuang from the master’s sect have not come. I’m going to give it a try here, whether I’m coming or not, what’s the right moment, I’ve probably seen the weekend update. I know a thing or two, so I won’t go into details.
It was actually reasonable for Tang Bufeng to accompany his wife on her "honeymoon". It could be seen from the front that this young swordsman was actually a little tired of staying in the caravan. After only a few decades of life, he always stayed in the caravan. For a young man in the prime of life, it was only a matter of time before he left.
In the nearly ten chapters, we first talk about teacher ethics, and then talk about Jianghu. There may be some words in the lengthy dialogue that do not convey the meaning, but the general meaning should be included.
Probably when I was bragging to my friends very early on, I said that I wanted to write about a rich world, with national wars to seize the throne, gangs, various imaginary or real professions, all walks of life, and the lights of thousands of families. The long autumn sky, as well as the customs, customs and buildings of various countries, describe the loyalty of Jianghu people, the free and easy spirit, and the stories of many people.
Of course, I also put some small principles, ideals, and even some small regrets that have impressed me deeply in the past twenty-two or three years, and stew them into a pot of random stew with unknown taste. Maybe I put some salt, soy sauce, etc. Not appropriate, but at least there are plenty of meat and vegetable options.
Wine Sword is an unexpected work. I didn’t have a detailed outline in advance. Although I went through a lot of hardships, I still really like the feeling of writing whatever comes to my mind. A little inspiration can be stuffed into it. I strive to be comprehensive and less. There is a tell-tale sign.
What I wrote down in a eloquent way is just the various feelings I had after I got drunk, and I won’t say more about them later.
The days are long to come, please proceed slowly.
