"Bleeding~~~!"
Zaifu Bochao unconsciously looked at Yang Gan's lower body. The main reason was that Yang Gan looked too much like a woman. He was too young to be crowned, and his hair was flowing.
Yang Qian's eyes narrowed, "Brother Zai, not from below, but from behind."
Zai's father, Bo Chao, blushed, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Yang looks too much like a woman. How is your injury now?"
"The doctor said I need to rest, so during this period of time, I only rushed on the road and didn't make a single move. You can choose my men. Their martial arts skills are average, but they have also killed enemies on the battlefield."
Zai's father, Bo Chao, looked at Fei Lian and the others with disdain, wondering in his heart whether he should not defeat the three of them too quickly, otherwise Yang Qian would be embarrassed.
Well, they are all on the same level, so it’s better to save some face and choose a woman. If you win, the opponent’s face will look better.
Looking at the three of them, Zaifu Bochao pulled out a bronze sword and pointed it at Krisna, "What's your name?"
"Christina."
She slowly pulled out the Sutie Dao from her waist, and her father Bo Chao's eyes lit up, "What a knife!"
"General Zaifu, I'm here first."
"good."
Krisna held the knife in one hand and strode away. She was tall and tall, and she had already appeared in front of Zaifu Bochao in a few steps.
Zaifu Bochao smiled slightly, held the sword in both hands, and struck at Krisna with the sound of breaking wind. Krisna immediately jumped back, her eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, Zaifu Bochao's martial arts was not weak. He saw through his own offensive moves and took back the rhythm of the battle with one move.
Zaifu Bochao's martial arts skills are based on military standards and honed on the battlefield, and he can make great achievements with each move.
But Krisna was different. The fighting skills she mainly learned before were all the fierce and violent fighting styles from her hometown. After following Yang Gan, she integrated the fighting styles from the military camps in the Central Plains region.
Not only is the advance and retreat well-founded, but the connection between each move is smooth and flowing. Although it is not as elegant as a sword dance, it still carries the iron-blooded spirit of an iron horse.
The zai father, Bo Chao, gradually discovered that this girl was not simple. She was tall and powerful, and as the saying goes, she was condescending. When she was slashed with a knife, even if she blocked it with one hand, her arms would feel sore and weak.
This was something Krisna was saving her strength for, as she was afraid that it would not look good if she split the opponent's bronze sword with one blow.
The two of them went back and forth, and after dozens of moves, Krisna's inner anxiety showed her weakness, and her father Bochao's eyes shone, and he attacked forward with a kick.
Krisna suddenly turned 180°, and with the blessing of the rotation, the power of the iron sword in her hand was incomparable.
Zaifu Bochao smiled softly, turned his right hand, and placed the sword spine against his arm.
"Dang~~~~!"
The sound of swords clashing sounded instantly.
Zaifu Bochao punched Krisna in the stomach. The latter immediately took two steps back and looked at him in disbelief.
Zaifu Bochao gasped slightly and said, "Christina, you are so handsome. Few women have such strength as you."
Krisna looked at Zaifu Bochao carefully, nodded, and said, "General Zaifu is good at martial arts, I admire him."
"Click~~~"
The two people who were still complimenting each other suddenly turned pale.
I saw that the bronze sword of Zaifu Bochao had been broken into two parts. Seeing this scene, Yang Gan immediately untied his sword and walked up to reprimand Krisna.
"Why were you so careless that you broke General Zaifu's sword?"
Zaifu Bochao was a little embarrassed at this time and waved his hands to show that he was fine.
"Zai father and brother, if you don't mind, use brother
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Saber bar. "Yang Qian couldn't help but put the knife into the hand of his father, Bo Chao.
Zaifu Bochao didn't hesitate, took the Sutie knife handed over by Yang Qian, and quickly scanned the crowd.
"Ouch~~~!"
Su Tiejiao was pulled out, and Zaifu Bochao kept weighing it and flicking the blade with his fingers. What was fed back to his ears were waves of metallic moans.
His eyes lit up and he praised, "What a great knife. This knife isn't cheap."
"You actually each have one of such precious swords? What on earth is going on?" Zai's father, Bo Chao, stared out of his eyes.
Yang Gan smiled and said, "I harvested a few by chance."
Zaifu Bochao gritted his teeth, put the Sutie sword in and out of the scabbard and handed it to Yang Qian, "I can't accept such a precious sword so shamelessly."
Yang Qian blocked it with so much force that Zaifu Bochao was unable to resist at all.
"Brother Yang?"
Zaifu Bochao roared in his heart, "Hurry up and try to persuade me again. If you try to persuade me again, I will accept it."
Yang Qian was slightly disappointed and said, "Oh, my father and brother Zai don't like it, so I can take it away?"
Zaifu Bochao looked confused and suddenly took two steps back, but when he realized what he was doing, he felt embarrassed.
Yang Gan smiled and said, "I'm just kidding. As the saying goes, a sword matches a hero. Of course, a sword that is so cherished must be given to a general. My main position now is that of county guard. I guess I won't have much chance to use force. Just accept it."
After Yang Gan finished speaking, he gave Krisna a "you know" look.
Krisna was not an idiot. She immediately stepped forward and said, "Yes, the general's bronze sword was damaged by me. How can we talk about it if we don't make up for it?"
"Yes, yes, take it."
Everyone came up and said something to each other.
Zaifu Bochao stretched out his hand with a look of grievance on his face, "Since everyone is so kind and generous, if I don't accept it, wouldn't I be denying you face? I will accept it."
After chatting with Yang Qian and his entourage for a few words, the boss, Bo Chao, ran to his room as fast as he could, rolled over on the bed with his iron knife in his arms, and kept wiping the blade with deer skin and animal fat.
Everyone returned to the place arranged by their father, Zai Bochao, and began to rest.
Early the next morning, a few people came to a remote place with few people. After taking the elixir, they began to exercise. They exercised for a full hour before stopping.
After wiping his body, he went to find his father, Bochao, to prepare to say goodbye.
As soon as I went upstairs, I saw Zaifu Bochao holding Su Tiedao in his arms in the early morning with a look of love on his face, and even kissed him twice.
Everyone standing outside the door couldn't help but twitch their lips.
"Ahem~~~!"
Zaifu Bochao was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized what he was doing, and ran all the way, his face was like a flower, "Brother Yang, how was your rest last night?"
"It's okay. We're here to say goodbye to you today."
Zaifu Bochao was stunned, "Leaving so early? Didn't you mean before noon?"
"Um~~~Isn't it before noon?"
...
"Hahaha, Brother Yang is right."
Zaifu Bochao took the box from the maid and handed it to Yang Qian.
"Brother Yang, you also know my situation. Firstly, I don't have much money. Secondly, how can such a precious sword be measured in gold and silver, so I'm going to prepare a small gift."
Yang Qian held the box with a smile on his face, but did not open it, and said in his heart.
"You'd better give me money."
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"Don't you open it and take a look."
"Hahaha, Brother Zai, as the saying goes, a thousand cups are too little to drink with a close friend. It's rare that we can chat. I like whatever you give me. No matter how valuable it is, can brotherhood be worth anything?"
Zaifu Bochao's eyes instantly turned red, he grabbed Yang Gan with both hands and started whimpering.
"Stop, stop~~~ It's getting late, I'm getting ready to go." Yang Qian was really afraid that this bitch would jump on him and cry, and he would definitely throw him off the city wall.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense."
Zaifu Bochao tightened the distance between the two and whispered, "Brother Yang, it used to be very peaceful to go to Tang State, but recently the border of Shang State has been poor, and I heard that people are already eating two feet of meat."
"Hiss~~~"
Yang Gan's eyes widened and he took a breath, "Is it so serious?"
Zaifu Bochao sighed and said, "Yes, otherwise how could someone with his character abandon his ancestral land and flee to our country, Xia."
In such a situation, Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart even though Yang Qian's hot body had just been exercised.
Yang Gan rubbed his temples with a headache, looked directly at him and said, "Brother Zaifu, you must guard against Shang Guo's attack."
"Huh? Why?"
"After a natural disaster, it must be a man-made disaster. Shangguo's deployment of troops and food is abnormal. Abnormality means there are monsters. Brother, I have something to ask and tell you."
Zaifu Bochao said seriously, "Brother Yang, please give me some advice."
"I don't take advice seriously. I have a farm in Yuntong County that is short of people recently. If anyone comes here to escape, I hope they can guide him to me."
"It's a small matter, I'll take care of it."
"One more thing, if there really is a war, remember to come to Shexia Academy and tell me that although there are no soldiers, I can be a soldier under Brother Zai and charge into the battle without any problem."
Zaifu Bochao was surprised and said, "Brother Yang, you are so righteous!"
You must know that county guards cannot leave the counties under their jurisdiction at will, let alone generals. As the general of Zhenbei, Yang Qian, what does Zhen mean? It is like a stone to hold it there, don't move, can't move.
Yang Qian cannot report any merit he has made here. Once he reports it, it will be a felony, even if Chaoxian knows that he is here. Some things are fine in private, but they will not look good on the table.
Under the rising sunlight, the shadows of the two holding hands stretched out.
Yang Qian chose one of the dozens of iron knives in the last carriage and took it back to his carriage.
Zhang Yumeng calculated the tedious formula and said with a smile, "You are a real person. People think you are a brother, but you used an iron knife to fool others and even got a box of gifts."
Yang Gan patted his head and reflected, "Yes, I almost forgot, there is also a box of gifts."
Thinking of this, Yang Qian immediately opened it and checked it.
I saw that the box was filled with various kinds of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. Many ginsengs were as thick as three fingers.
This is dried ginseng, and Yang Gan's eyes immediately burst out with shining golden light.
"Damn it, if it were in modern times, just this box of ginseng would make me rich. I could just lie down, put it all up for auction, and then buy it all in a capital-guaranteed fund."
Zhang Yumeng suddenly put down the book in his hand, pointed at Yang Qian's head and cursed, "Is there something wrong with your brain? Go to school and study hard. Why are you messing with these things? They start a fight and call you? Do you really think you are invulnerable?" "
"Brother, please let me beg you, okay? If a war really breaks out, what do you think the few of us can do?"
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