Looking at Yang Qian, the young man was very amused in his heart. He felt that the rumors were not credible. The man in front of him did not look like a famous general in the world.
He is just a child who is praised to the heavens. He is just a little taller than his peers and wears weird armor.
Yang Gan left his helmet on the ground and untied his armor piece by piece.
The moment the parts of the armor come into contact with the ground.
"Bang bang bang~~~!" muffled sounds kept coming.
The young man's eyes shrank violently, "Impossible, why is it so heavy?"
Ah Fu is reliable in doing things. It is not difficult to find someone out of more than 400 people who knows the martial arts of the Central Plains, but it is still carefully selected.
Yang Qian also scooped out a few spoons of cold water from the cart and poured it on his body. During the alternation of hot and cold, the blood vessels contracted rapidly, which was quite good for the body, as long as the body could bear it.
He wiped his face with a towel, looked at the young man, and said calmly, "What is your name? Where are you from? Which school of thought are you proficient in?"
The young man cupped his hands and said, "My lord, the governor, I am a student of Lian Zhen, a native of Shangguo. I studied Mohism. I can't say that I am proficient in it, but I only have a brief understanding of it."
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows and looked at Lian Zhen. He was 7 and a half feet tall, with a three-inch long face and short beard, and a sallow complexion.
"Mo School? Haha~~~!" Yang Qian was noncommittal. He had only looked at the Mohist School's mechanical skills. As for the theory, if it can be eliminated by the great era, it must have major flaws.
"It stands to reason that the food in Zhuangzi is not bad. Why do you look so sallow? If it's because the servants are not attentive to your service, just tell me."
Yang Qian threw the towel away, and the mistress waiting outside ran over and pushed the cart out.
Lian Zhen shook his head, "The food in Zhuangzi is very good. It's shameful that the students' families are poor. They don't see meat and fish all year round, so their faces are sallow."
Yang Gan suddenly understood and comforted him, "If you live here for a month or two, your face will immediately turn rosy. You don't dare to say anything else. Meat and corn are enough."
After finishing the household chores, Yang Qian got straight to the point.
"Since I was in the army, I have studied military martial arts and a kind of fighting technique from the far west, but I have no research on the martial arts of the Central Plains. Are you interested in teaching me? It will open my eyes by the way."
The sedan chair is carried by everyone, and kind words always make people feel good. Plus, with my current status and lowering my body, I believe this person will definitely not hold back.
Lian Zhen looked surprised as expected: "Sir, you are too modest, why don't you practice it with me?"
"Okay, you can choose any weapons on the weapons rack."
"Yes~!"
Lian Zhen found a one-meter-long iron sword on the weapons rack, and when he pulled it out, it shone coldly.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Such a sword is actually hanging here?"
"No matter how good your martial arts training is today, this sword~~~ is given to you." Yang Gan showed a smile on his face.
In his heart, he kept complaining, "You are a country bumpkin, just an ordinary commodity."
"Really?"
"let's start."
"It's embarrassing."
Lian Zhen pulled out his sword, gestured with his sword fingers, and then swung it quickly. The sword moved like clouds and flowing water, opening and closing widely.
Yang Gan's eyes flashed with light. This swordsmanship was good. Not only was it pleasing to the eye, it could also be used on the battlefield. It was far better than the showy style in his previous life.
After the rehearsal, Lian Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Sir, how are you doing?"
Yang Qian was not stingy with his praise at all, "Yes, the sword moves are great, but there is no iron-blooded spirit. It seems that you have never been on the battlefield."
"Ashamed, my three brothers and two brothers have already gone to war.
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"Oh? Do your two brothers hold any positions in the military?"
Lian Zhen was in a low mood and said in a deep voice, "The eldest brother died in the battle with the Liao Kingdom, and the second brother... died in the battle with the Xia Kingdom."
Yang Gan was silent.
"Do you hate Xia Kingdom?"
"I hated it before, but I don't hate it anymore."
"Why?"
"No matter who we fight, the only ones injured are our ordinary Guizhou soldiers~~~!"
Yang Gan sneered, Shang Guo's army was mediocre, so he knew that being strong in battle was just a matter of passion.
"Who is your master?"
Lian Zhen twitched his lips, "Actually, I just lied. I thought he was a master. In fact, he just gave me some advice in his spare time. I am not qualified to be his apprentice."
Yang Gan was surprised and said, "Come on, let's talk about it, who has such a high standard?"
"Shang Guo, Kendo Palace, Sword Master, Ryu Dogen."
Yang Gan frowned, "Why haven't I heard this person's name? Isn't he famous?"
"Sir, the Sword Master is famous all over the world, but you are obsessed with the battlefield. He has a great reputation among the kings and knights. He has never failed since his debut."
As Lian Zhen spoke, he couldn't help but show a look of respect on his face.
Yang Gan picked up a wooden sword from the weapon rack and threw it to him, holding the wooden sword in his own hand.
"Bibi?"
"Okay!" Lian Zhen also showed an excited expression.
The wooden sword was too light, so Yang Gan held it with one hand. Following the army's style, when he saw Lian Zhen was ready, he directly bullied him and slashed at him gently.
During the first two moves, Lian Zhen was dumbfounded. When he hit him with such force, he almost lost his grip on the wooden sword.
After forcing himself to calm down, he started to fight back.
The two of them were going back and forth. No matter how Lian Zhen attacked, Yang Qian could block or dodge with extremely simple moves.
After fighting hundreds of moves, Yang Gan took two steps back to signal that it was over.
Lian Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his hands in admiration and said, "Sir, your martial arts skills are unparalleled, and the students admire you."
Yang Qian looked at Lian Zhen playfully and nodded, "That's right. The connection between each move is smooth and the reaction is very fast. The most important thing is that the point of force of your sword tip is very accurate."
"I can feel that at least half of your moves are aimed at my collarbone. How did you practice so well that you are so accurate?"
Yang Qian was also puzzled. The martial arts in the army, no matter how good they are, are only good at killing people.
If you can have better accuracy, you can not only save energy, but you can even find the vital points in the gaps in the enemy's armor and attack them.
Yang Gan is very powerful, so he doesn't need to consider martial arts and other issues on the battlefield. He just blocks, dodges, and slashes.
But no one thinks that their martial arts skills are enough. If they can find better skills, they will naturally be interested.
"Sir, this is just a small skill of mine. I know that among the most powerful people, there are some swordsmen who can use a hundred moves to hit a person's vital points and make them unable to defend against them."
Immediately interest arose in front of him, "Then teach me."
Lian Zhen glanced at the wooden sword in Yang Qian's hand and twitched his lips, "Sir, you are using a sword. I only know swordsmanship. Why don't you wear a sword? Scholar-officials always wear swords as a courtesy."
Yang Gan looked at the wooden sword in his hand, "I don't care about swords. As long as it is a weapon and can kill the enemy smoothly, then it is a good weapon. Compared to swords, I like knives more."
Lian Zhen also became curious, "Why?"
"The sword is the crown jewel of a hundred soldiers, symbolizing status.
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Madam, everyone likes to wear it, the sword makes people respect it, I love the sword, the sword can make people fear it, and..."
Yang Gan grinned, "Don't you think it's more efficient to kill people with a knife?"
Lian Zhen thought carefully and nodded repeatedly, "That makes sense."
"Sir, I actually don't know much about swordsmanship. When the sword master taught me, he just stuck a point on the tree."
"Tell me how to stab the sword five hundred times a day and when. If there are no mistakes, you will be considered a beginner."
Yang Qian was stunned. Why did these words sound so familiar? Could it be that the elder Mu Qing mentioned was a sword master?
But this name is pretty cool, Long Daoyuan? Could it be that he is a relative of the awesome Klaaslong Aotian?
Yang Gan looked around and found a weapons rack. After clearing the weapons on it, he drew a mark on the horizontal shelf of the rack.
He kept chopping with the wooden knife, using both hands hard, but lifting the weight lightly, always letting the wooden knife hit the shelf.
It was quite accurate at the beginning, but after more than a dozen cuts, it started to go crooked. When I got anxious, the cuts became even more inaccurate.
After dozens of cuts, Yang Qian twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling impatient and couldn't help but put more force on his hands.
"Kacha~!"
The wooden sword and horizontal frame were cut off instantly.
Yang Qian closed his eyes tightly and looked at Lian Zhen with gritted teeth, "Did you really practice like this?"
Looking at the strong horizontal frame that was chopped off by Yang Gan, Lian was shocked and shocked. It was so powerful.
"That's how I practice it, but I use stabs when practicing my sword. The principle is the same. As long as you master this skill, you can find a target and hang it up with a hemp rope, swing it in the wind, and then slash it five hundred times a day. This will If you can hit it again and again, then there must be a god who will use the sword in the future."
"Fuck~~! It's too difficult!" Yang Qian cursed secretly. These two conditions seemed very simple at first glance, but in fact, every condition was like a fantasy.
In just a few years, more than ten years of hard training, it is simply impossible to swing a knife five hundred times, let alone the dragon-slaying knife, just an ordinary iron sword would put a lot of pressure on one's arm.
It seems that Long Daoyuan's strength is more terrifying than imagined, and the arm strength alone is not comparable to ordinary people.
It is estimated that Long Daoyuan's sword thrust could pierce through a person wearing ordinary armor.
I really hope that I can have a chance to fight against that Laoshizi Sword Master in the future.
"Sir, how much strength did you use in the competition just now?" Lian Zhen still couldn't help but asked with doubts in his heart.
At this time, Lao Chen hurried in from the door.
"Mr. Master, outside, there is a caravan coming outside..."
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows, "That's not right."
Caravans generally do not come to Zhuangzi. Although Zhuangzi has many products, it has its own caravan. Fujiko Jin is responsible for sales and Fujiko Yun is responsible for production.
As the number of people in Zhuangzi increases, many core products are digested internally. Due to production problems, it is good if they can be sold to the county, but there is simply not enough to sell outside.
The outside business still maintains the sales of traditional products, but adds some products from the grassland.
The sales of wool, cattle, and horses made Yanggan, the county, and the army very profitable.
"Then what do they want to buy?"
When business comes to your door, there’s no reason not to do it. There’s no such thing as too much money. Who knows, there won’t be any need for money in the future.
Even if not, it would be nice to use gold to build a toilet when there is a chance in the future.
"They, they don't buy anything, they were brought here by a general. All the caravans are barbarians."
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