The two of them drank from a pot, and when the wine went down their throats, they inevitably started chatting.
Bai Negative Ji told Zhang Weilu a lot of interesting stories in the military. Among them, he mentioned that he dressed up as an ordinary soldier, greeted the guards on the mountain road, went down the mountain in the endless darkness, and ran to the foot of the Shidou River to visit the military camp and inquire about something. Fanjun soldiers chatted to understand the recent situation in the Sichuan garrison, and also to hear what the Zhennan Army thought of their general.
General Bai walked down the mountain lightly. He thought he would hear some good words from the military tent. At worst, he would praise the general for his good military management and strict military discipline. However, it turned out to be a coincidence, and he almost lost his temper. Got liver pain.
Since he was spying secretly, he couldn't reveal his traces, and he couldn't just pick up good things. Therefore, General Bai randomly picked a tent where ordinary soldiers lived at the foot of Linshan Mountain, and stood not far away to listen quietly to the soldiers. chat.
The military tent of Zhennan Army is extremely spacious, and the area is naturally very large. If ordinary soldiers occupy one military tent alone, I am afraid that the entire southern border will be tightly packed with military tents, and the residences and residences of the people, as well as the city and trade routes, must be occupied by the army. The pawn gives way. Therefore, ordinary soldiers always have four or five people in one tent. Only those who are generals have the special privilege of two people in one tent, or one person in one tent.
Bai Zhengji happened to choose a military tent where four people were sharing the same place. He relaxed his mind and found a flat area to sit down, quietly listening to the chatter of the soldiers inside.
One person happened to mention that in the military competition recently, the winner of the three armies will get a long sword inlaid with beads. Even the swallowing mouth is finely carved. If anyone can really get it, even if it hangs on the waist all day long, it will be great. Quite mighty.
A martial artist is a martial artist after all. To these soldiers, a solitary ancient book may be nothing more than scrap paper that can be torn up and used immediately. But when it comes to swords, the rest of them can't sleep peacefully. Even the two people who were snoring slightly became interested and quickly sat up to talk.
When the speaker talked about the appearance of the sword, he did not forget to lick the corner of his mouth and chuckled twice. If he could really touch that sword, he would be willing not to touch the young lady for ten years; if he could really be lucky enough to win the first place, In the future, even if the cold scabbard causes sores on my chest, I will have to sleep with this knife in my arms.
These words made the three people around him laugh, saying that it was like if you didn't touch the sword, you could touch the little lady. How could you have been bragging all day long without showing your skills?
A sharp-tongued man whispered, "Just think about it, kid. How can you get that knife with your meager skills?" Even if you smash it, swallow it, throw away the scabbard, and dig out the bead in the handle, it is still a rare good knife, and it is not worthy of ordinary people. Our ancestors were blacksmiths who made knives. Just by looking at the blade, you can tell that this blade is extremely sharp, much stronger than most swords in the military camp. The others listened carefully, and seemed to have known for a long time that the man with the shrill voice was indeed capable of forging iron and forging knives. After hearing this, they could only sigh for a while, saying that they were destined to miss this knife, so they might as well take a rest early.
But the man seemed to still have something to say. He moved out of the bed and lowered his voice very low, as if he was a little afraid of being heard. After hearing that no one was around him again and again, he whispered, "This knife seems to be far away from the Zhennan big man." The general's sword is not far behind. Let me tell you, our general has a dignified appearance and does not look like a martial artist at all. He has never taken action personally. Is it possible that this is not going to work?
As soon as these words came out, several people around him were asked to get out of bed and cover their mouths and noses forcibly, for fear that the man's disrespectful words would cause others to listen.
But Bai Fuji, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, could hear it clearly.
"On the first day of the day, I disguised myself as a soldier, took advantage of the martial arts competition, and went into battle myself to beat dozens of people, and hung the knife in the commander's tent." He put down the wine bottle, smiled in vain, and turned to me. He pointed at the long sword inlaid with beads on his side, "It's better this time. No one can take the sword."
After a few glasses of wine, Zhang Weilu was quite happy. Hearing Bai Zhengji's very unreasonable way of doing things, he raised the corners of his lips and said to General Bai, "When I was still in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I just saw the sky. He is only famous but not knowledgeable. When we met this time, I didn't expect that General Bai was also a wonderful person. Instead, I felt that what my father said was not true. Cold wine is harmful to the body, so why don't I warm it up for you, and then continue drinking."
Bai Fuji looked at the man and said, "Then I'll do it for you."
Zhang Weilu took the jug and punched the bottom of the jug. The tip of his fist just scratched the bottom of the jug. With just a slight rub, the entire jug shook slightly, and then he lifted it gently in the air.
The aroma of wine in the pot filled the air and lingered around the tent.
"Good work." General Bai smiled and calmly took the wine bottle from Zhang Wei's deer paw. He gently smelled the steaming aroma of wine and was full of interest. "It's a pity that there is nothing to drink in the military camp, and it's not for eating now. It’s the right time, otherwise this wine should be more delicious when drunk.”
Bai Negiji, who was wearing a military attache's robe, smiled warmly. He held the wine flask that had been heated with mysterious means, drank comfortably and said, "In our military headquarters in Zhennan, there is such an unwritten rule. , saying someone with great skills does not necessarily mean he is a good person, but someone with extremely low skills and low martial arts skills is probably not a good person to deal with, and his moral character will probably be unsatisfactory."
"You're not a bad youngster."
There are really not many people who can be neither humble nor arrogant in the world around them, and stick to their own hearts. What's more, everyone knows that Qi Xiang does not get along with General Zhennan. As the only one in his family who can take on the important role, Zhang Weilu personally stepped into the ten In Douchuan, he can still look as stable as a mountain. The courage and thoroughness required to act can truly be called a talent.
What's more, with his qi skills like water flowing all over his body and his ability to shake flags down to the smallest detail, it is really difficult to shut out this young man.
Just saying that he had gone through some tricks just now was in vain. The jug was in front of him, and the wine in the jug was as flat as a mirror. It was a little trial, but Zhang Weilu pushed the boat along and took the wine, and then wiped the jug with his fists. If it's hot, please invite the general to drink hot wine.
Although he is not arrogant and arrogant, he goes back and forth without suffering any losses.
There are many wise people in the world who love their talents, and it is no exception to let them down in vain. It is rare for the Zhennan Army to have nephews or grandchildren of high-ranking officials. Even if there are, they must be trained according to the rules of the army. Military generals are only those who are capable. If you are not capable, it will be in vain for you to be rich and powerful.
Bai Fuji's ability to stand as tall as a thousand-foot bell mountain in southern Xinjiang is certainly unique.
The smile on Zhang Weilu's face got even bigger, "This junior, a commoner, reluctantly borrowed the Zhang family's name, and then he was able to boldly step into Shidou River. How can he deserve the general's approval, and he has to thank the general."
The thank you was not only for letting him into Shidouchuan Military Camp, but also for stopping his conversation in time when Beitang Feng entered the room.
The power and power of the leader of the military attachés in the court is so great that it can be said that life and death can only be said in one sentence. If the whole sentence is revealed, it will be too powerful, and it will not save the life of the heir.
ps. These chapters are meant to be a starting point and a transition. The current state of things is so-so. It is not suitable for writing chapters with too many ups and downs and repeated climaxes. I have already said that the so-called rivers and lakes are not just about fighting and killing every day. , many things need to be explained, and many abilities have to be learned slowly.
If you can't calm down, you won't be able to write good things, and if you can't calm down, you won't be able to read good things. There are many fast-food-style cool articles. Turn right when you go out. I'm just a stinky storyteller in a small shop. I can't keep the big Buddha from going to the west. Just leave me alone. Is it comfortable to say it?
The recent situation can be summed up in one sentence: Those who wanted to stay were not kept, and those who were kept did not last long. Anyway, it’s quite frustrating. When good things come together, misfortune never comes alone. I’ll try my best to adjust to the situation.
These days are probably the peak of martial arts, and there may be other recommendations. Take a look if you want. If you don’t, feel free to complain and brag. The journey is long, and I will probably be able to dirty your eyes for several years to come.
December 8 Liangliangshu
