"If this thing hadn't happened, I would have really wanted to pass on my humble experience of studying archery over the years. Unfortunately, there is no time in the world to look back, and I don't have two heads to disobey and disrespect. Since I am the master's platoon Worry, even if it is a dirty deed that is despised by others, it must be done without leakage." After hearing this rather bleak words, Liang Ze was a little stunned, and even more surprised.
Why would such a favored person who was one of the lower ranking officials in the court say such hurtful words for no reason? If this person is sad for spring and autumn, then he, a mere border military captain, is still not allowed to cry all day long? Therefore, Liang Ze frowned slightly for a moment.
"What a pity. When you are older, you will understand what it feels like. It is still too early to mention this matter now. Let's do things first." After saying that, the man in armor slowly let go. Bowstring.
The old python's tendons trembled non-stop, breaking through the layers of rain curtains. It seemed that in an instant, he first saw the arrow shaft flashing, and then heard its sound.
The young man surnamed Sun had already arrived at Yunzhong's carriage. He had just reined in his horse and reached out to knock on the carriage, and then he felt a chill in his heart.
Blood flowed out of the chest, and in an instant it was washed away by the rain, and the flow continued.
Sun Chai looked at his chest and smiled miserably.
He originally had no father or mother. As far back as he can remember, he has only been brought up by his eldest sister who is five years older than him. But a woman from a poor family does not have any real estate in the family. She only relies on some needlework skills and menial jobs to support her younger brother, who is still young. Naturally, she is overwhelmed. So when Sun Chai was eight years old, in order to raise enough money for private school, the eldest sister put a grass tag in her bun and sold herself to a wealthy family as a maid in tears. Although the chores in the house are a bit hard, there is always one ten-day period in January and thirty-year period when I can return home to be with my brother. Besides, the mortgage deed can be taken back at the end of the three-year period, which can indeed relieve a temporary emergency.
But when the eldest sister returned home, Sun Chai could often see mottled scars and even red scabs from whippings on the shabby clothes. Once, after the eldest sister returned home, she lay down on the bedside and cried endlessly. I cried until the east turned white on the second day.
Sun Chai originally thought that his eldest sister had been bullied and wronged by a wealthy family, and that when he was successful in his studies and became the number one scholar in the imperial examination, he would wear official robes and beaded boots and return to his hometown to collect debts, but the three years had not yet expired. The eldest sister never returned home.
It wasn't until a few days later that Sun Chai got some news from the wealthy manor where his eldest sister worked as a maid. The eldest sister accidentally broke a porcelain vase and was forcibly sold to a brothel. Seeing that the eldest sister was quite pretty, the brothel madam smiled and handed the fat and strong rich man two hundred taels of silver.
Later, the extremely lean Sun Chai was carrying a hatchet and wanted to fight the rich family. However, he was stopped by Lao Sanjin who was passing by. He almost forced the young man with red eyes to carry him. After walking fifty miles on the mountain road, he was thrown into the caravan.
No one knows how a rough guy like Lao Sanjin, who doesn't want to talk, persuaded the crazy Sun Chai to join the caravan. All they know is that at the end of the caravan, there is a lean and stubborn young man. .
Sun Chai loved visiting brothels and drinking wine. Every time he went to a brothel, he would go to the brothel to spend the whole night. He didn't run back to the caravan with a pair of blood-red eyes narrowed at three o'clock in the morning on the second day. Everyone joked that although Sun Chai was thin, his kung fu was really good.
But he once said with a smile to his caravan brothers that he was still a young boy who had never tasted the taste of a mother-in-law.
Sun Chai struggled and patted Yunzhong's carriage.
The tip of another iron arrow passed through his heart, but only a corner of the arrowhead was revealed.
The eldest sister named him a firewood, which means that even if he is a firewood collector with little achievements in the future, he should live leisurely and contentedly every day.
But the young man died in the arena in the end.
Sun Chai kept looking at the two arrows, his eyes clear.
He just said sister.
The man covering his face in the pavilion sighed, looked at the big ox-horn bow in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and handed the bow to Liang Ze aside. Before the latter could say anything, he walked out of the pavilion.
"Give it to you."
It rained heavily outside the pavilion.
There was a cold breeze blowing outside the pavilion.
It's early autumn.
Yun Zhong went to bed very early today. It turned out that he drank a few glasses of wine in the afternoon, which aroused Qiu Hu's stomach. After being exhausted, he wrapped himself in thick clothes and fell asleep. .
Therefore, Yun Zhong had already woken up when Sun Chai's horse hooves approached. Therefore, not only Liang Ze and the masked man could see clearly, but Yun Zhong who was close at hand could actually see it more clearly.
Even the blood spattered from the chest of Sun Chai, whom he had no close friendship with when he was hit by an arrow, was still hanging on the car curtain.
The rain did not wet the pool of blood, so the vermilion in the young man's eyes became more vivid in the fire, so vivid that it stung the young man's eyes.
Yun Zhong, who was sitting firmly in the car tent, did not lift the curtain, but turned his head, took out a long sword from the hidden compartment in the back seat of the car, and put down a tattered jacket that he wore during sword practice. In front of the knees, tear strips of cloth and tie them diagonally on the shoulders, with the sword and sheath inserted into the strips.
Outside the window, Lao Lu heard the whining and neighing of horses in his ears, so he covered his face with a hard shield and glanced back.
There was nothing on Sun Chai's horse except the horse lingering in front of Yunzhong's chariot.
Under the car tent, there was a thin young man, with two iron arrows stuck in his back, his hands and feet stretched out, facing Wuling Slope, as if sleeping on a slope.
"Yun Zhong! Why don't you fucking wait!" Lao Lu yelled.
There was a sound of strings in the pavilion, which coincided with the roar and was almost inaudible.
Yun Zhongzheng in the car picked up an unsheathed long sword and wanted to insert it into his back.
At this moment, there are six or seven long swords on the young man's back, and the hidden compartment is empty.
The sword in his hand was a gift from the city lord. All the other ancient swords in the mansion had been broken by the five hundred sword energy, but this one was the only one left.
There are three characters on the hilt of the sword, covering the firewood gate.
When the bowstring exploded, Yun Zhong was putting the firewood gate on his back. The iron arrow hit the thinnest part of the carriage, and it was about a foot long through the wood. Perhaps it was a coincidence that it hit the hilt of the sword.
In the end, Yunzhong did not put the sword behind his back, but drew it out of its sheath.
Three more arrows passed through the front curtain of the car, but they were swept in half by the young man with his sword.
As if he didn't know someone was pulling the bow, the young man got out of the car unsteadily, picked up Sun Chai who was lying on the ground, carefully placed the latter in the car, and covered him with the thick clothes.
The arrows were flying incessantly, and they almost shot through the young man's carriage, but not a single arrow could hit him.
The hairy bully didn't move either. The young man stepped forward and patted the bully's head, then cut off the car holster with a sword.
Before he could even get on his horse, the young man recalled that day when he had a literary fight with Tang Bufeng. The eyes of this colleague named Sun flashed, very much like the pot of Qing Sanqiu he drank last winter, reflected under the dim oil lamp. of drunkenness.
"After eating so much of my bean cakes and fine grains, it's time to move your legs." The young man slapped the horse's ribs and pulled out a long sword from behind.
So in Liang Zhou's eyes, under the mountain dance silver rope, a horse with colors like chaotic clouds, carrying a young man dressed in white, rushed straight to the small pavilion in the mountain.
The sword of the young man in white was extremely bright, and the horse's legs were extremely powerful. It was like a colorful cloud wrapped in a white cloud, and there was a brilliant thunderous light in the white cloud.
The handle in the middle of the carriage that was used to cover the firewood door was lying next to Sun Chai.
