After Song and Ming walked, Xie Wule raised his head and swallowed a sip of tea, picked up the bow and continued to feel his shortcomings and practice them.
the next day.
Song Mingxing came over with two horses, one black and one white, and handed the reins of one of the horses to Xie Wule: "In riding and shooting, it would be better to use a horse you are familiar with, so I brought your horse to you."
Xie Wule nodded and listened carefully to the key points that Song Mingxing explained to him in detail.
After that, Song Mingxing got on his horse, holding the reins in his right hand and the bow in his left hand, and drove the horse to jog in the open space.
When passing by Xie Wule again, Song Mingxing let go of the rope with his right hand, took out the arrow from the quiver, nocked the arrow and fired the bow in one go. During the movement, the horse still maintained the same speed as before.
The arrow hit the target without any suspense.
Song Mingxing pulled up the reins and the horse stopped. He led the horse back to Xie Le and stroked the horse's mane.
"This will make the horse settle down. Mounted shooting requires feeling the changes in the horse's movements and communicating more with the horse. While you understand it, it also understands you."
"I can't help you with this. The rest is up to you."
Xie Wule nodded again, thinking about the details of what Song Mingxing said. He imitated Song Mingxing's actions and stroked the horse's mane a few times. The white horse lowered its head and nuzzled him.
"It seems that brother Xian's horse is very close to you." Song Mingxing smiled when he saw this scene.
"Is that so? I'm not sure."
This horse was prepared for him by Uncle Liu when he left Yunbian City. He didn't have much contact with it except when he was on the road. Now when Song Mingxing said it, Xie Wule felt incredible.
Xie Wule had only ridden the horse a few times. He was very uneasy holding the rope with both hands. Now he had to let go of the reins and shoot the bow and arrow.
With anxiety, Xie Wule rode on the white horse. Holding the bow in his left hand and the rope in his right hand, he moved forward tentatively.
To his surprise, even though he was just walking, it was very smooth and he could hardly feel any bumps.
"Drive." Xie Wule said softly as he tried to get the horse to trot.
When the white horse heard the order, it immediately picked up its pace.
Xie Wule withdrew his right hand, feeling the slight sway on the horse's back, feeling full of security in his heart. Draw an arrow and open the bow, and connect the two ends with silk thread.
He took off his bow and flew out, nailing it on the target.
"Okay, it was successful the first time, very good!" Song Mingxing clapped his hands aside. I feel a little bitter in my heart. I only say envy once, and the rest will be rotten in my heart.
"The terrain in the mountains and forests is more complicated. Dear brother, please familiarize yourself with it."
"What the elder brother said is absolutely true." Xie Wule happily stroked the mane on the back of the horse's neck and agreed.
Xie Wule opened his eyes, put on his clothes and got out of bed and stretched.
Tomorrow is the day to go hunting.
Xie Wule had just put the towel in the water when there was a knock on the door.
"Coming."
"Brother, why are you here?"
In the past mornings, Song Mingxing had been waiting in the dining hall, but today he came to Xie Wule's room.
"Brother Xian, I came here to tell you about tomorrow's hunting. I'm in a hurry and can't go." Song Mingxing said apologetically.
"It's okay, brother. From the look on your face, I thought something had happened to Miss Weiwei." The stone in Xie Wule's heart fell. It turned out that this was the case.
"Then I'll leave first. I'll arrange for someone to bring you breakfast later." Song Mingxing looked in a hurry and turned to leave.
"Brother, why are you in such a hurry that you have to leave without even eating breakfast? I don't know if I can help." Xie Wule grabbed Song Mingxing who was about to leave.
"Brother Song, you are sincere in taking me as a guest and teaching me a lot. How can I not help you?"
Seeing that Song Mingxing was still hesitant, Xie Wule spoke out his heartfelt words.
Song Mingxing looked at Xie Wule and firmly agreed.
"My dear brother, you are interested. This trip is to capture the bandits who escaped from Wuling Village that day."
"Wuling Village?" Xie Wule recalled what happened that night, his fists clenched unconsciously, and anger welled up.
"Brother, you know which village I have close relatives in. It is my duty to avenge them. This should be handled by me."
"Brother Xian, of course I know. Now I have only received gossip, so I don't know if it is reliable. This time I am going to find out the truth. I didn't tell you because I didn't think carefully."
Song Mingxing gave Xie Wule a long knife: "Xian brother, although this knife is a little longer than the short knife I gave you, the method of use is the same. You use it for self-defense."
"I sent several people to hunt them down before, but they were unsuccessful. I could only barely track them down and send back the news."
"It has been more than ten days since the last time the information was sent back. Today, the news was sent back because the state's informants found suspicious people."
"The people sent before may be in danger. They are all extremely vicious people, and they can do anything in a desperate situation."
"So during this trip, try not to leave my sight."
Xie Wule nodded in agreement, and it understood that this was for his own good.
Song Mingxing only had nine people including Xie Wule. There were too many people to scare off the enemy, and the purpose was just to find out whether the information was true or not.
If there is danger, eight people can evacuate quickly. If the number of opponents is smaller, a more effective encirclement can be formed.
The group of people came all the way to a mountain in the suburbs.
This mountain is not high, but it is huge. The terrain at the foot of the mountain is gentle. The further you go in, the steeper the terrain becomes, and the denser the trees and weeds become.
After entering the forest, the group walked some distance.
"We sincerely welcome Mr. Song to visit us in person." One person saluted Song Ming.
"Fan Jia, what's going on now?" Song Mingxing asked.
"Today, two people in the city wearing bamboo hats went to the tavern to buy drinks, but they looked around from time to time, looking panicked. This caught our attention."
"We accidentally discovered that they were somewhat similar to the target that Mr. Song was chasing before. We followed them carefully to the Sunset Mountains. We found the thatched cottage where they were hiding."
"Where is their thatched cottage?"
"Master Song, please follow me."
Song Mingxing and his party followed Fan Jia and walked a few hundred meters further to a high ground. Following the direction he pointed, Xie Wule saw a thatched hut.
At this time, two people were cooking in front of the thatched house. Song Mingxing made a gesture to them, and the eight people immediately dispersed and formed a siege.
Seeing that all eight people were in place, Song Mingxing made another gesture, and the circle of eight people gradually shrank.
Before the two people had time to escape, they were nearly pinned to the ground and lost the ability to move in fear.
Xie Wule followed Song Ming and walked to the two people. As expected, they were very familiar and were one of the people present that night.
The two felt the cold light in Xie Wule's eyes, their bodies trembled, they withdrew their gaze and looked at the ground.
Song Mingxing knelt down and looked at the two of them: "How many of you are there in total? Do you know the traces of the others? It will be good for you to tell them. Maybe you will be punished and meritorious, and I will let you go?"
"I don't know." One of them said thoughtfully for a while, but his voice was loud as if he wanted someone to hear him. At the same time, he raised his head and pointed at the thatched cottage with his chin.
"You damn King Hu! You actually betrayed me. If I escape, I will humiliate and kill your wife and daughter!" A man suddenly rushed out from behind the thatched hut, threw down the bowl with fish in his hand, and ran quickly towards the mountain.
He had just gone to a nearby waterhole to catch fish. When he came back, he found Song Mingxing and the others hiding alone behind the house waiting for them to leave.
"Sir, don't let him run away. You must catch him." Can Wang Hu pay it off in one day? He said in a panic.
"Tong." A long knife was nailed to the tree in front of him, the handle of the knife was right in front of his eyebrows, frightening him.
Before he could recover, Xie Wule appeared behind him, kicked him down, and stepped on his back.
He pulled out the long knife and stepped on it so hard that the man screamed in pain: "Shut up! If you didn't want to make things difficult for me, you would be dead by now!"
The man immediately shut up after hearing this.
"Performing well, but is there anyone else?" Song Mingxing asked the man named Wang Hu again.
"Sir, there are only three of us here. I don't know about the others. After we escaped that day, we decided to wash our hands. So far, we have not done any bad things again."
"Where are the people who are hunting you?"
"The three of us were the first to escape and did not encounter the pursuing officers and soldiers."
Song Mingxing frowned after hearing this.
"Sir, see if you can..."
Seeing Song Mingxing standing up and squinting his eyes as if thinking, Wang Hu felt happy and continued to talk flatteringly.
Song Mingxing motioned to let him up.
Wang Hu stood up and patted the dirt on his body with joy: "Thank you, sir, for sparing my life. Thank you, sir, for sparing my life."
Seeing this situation, the other two people also started to flatter him like crazy.
"Did you pat it clean?"
"Pat it clean, pat it clean, my lord."
"You've patted yourself clean, where are your hands?"
Wang Hu looked at his hand and saw that there was a little dirt on it: "Thank you, sir, for reminding me."
"Sir, why is this?" Wang Hu knelt on the ground, covering himself and looking at Song Mingxing in surprise.
"Yes, you have been patted clean on your body, how can you pat the lives on your hands clean?"
"You also have a wife and children, and you worry about them. When you kill others, have you ever thought that they also have parents, wives and children?"
"I spared you, but have you spared the people of Qingzhou who died at your hands?"
Song Mingxing said and punched him in the face again. Wang Hu spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth and fell to the ground.
The eldest brother hates evil as much as he hates it, and the people of Qingzhou are also very lucky. Xie Wule sighed in his heart.
"Take it away!" Song Mingxing ordered.
"yes!"
Song Weiwei was waiting in front of the Song Mansion. When she saw Xie Wule and two others coming back, she quickly ran up to check on their bodies.
Seeing that there were no wounds on their bodies except for some dirt, they breathed a sigh of relief: "Why didn't you just leave without telling me? Butler Liu told me."
"Didn't I forget, hahaha." Song Mingxing walked past her into the Song Mansion with a smile.
"Thank you, Miss Weiwei, for your concern."
"No, no, I should." Song Weiwei followed Xie Wule and walked in.
The door closes.
After Xie Wule took a shower and changed his clothes, he came to the dining room. Song and Mingxing were already waiting for him.
"Today, it's all thanks to my good brother, otherwise the man would have run away. Come and let me toast you!"
Xie Wule didn't think that Song Mingxing would let him run away without him.
"Hahaha, big brother is joking." Xie Wule took the wine in Song Mingxing's hand and drank it down.
The two of them soon became drunk.
Song Weiwei didn't know what the two were talking about, and was a little curious: "What are you talking about? Can you tell me?"
"Weiwei, you don't know how powerful my virtuous brother is today..."
One was willing to talk and the other was willing to listen. From time to time, Xie Wule felt Song Weiwei's admiring glances at the side, with a black line on his head.
I am so powerful, do I know it? Brother Song was bragging, but not one of the ten sentences was true.
