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cabin.

There were densely packed inscriptions, and newly written pen and ink were scattered everywhere. Fei Yinghuan looked a little haggard with a beard and scum.

At this moment, the merchant ship had already passed Dongchang Mansion, and he was studying the Qi Gong Body along the way.

"Snapped!"

Fei Yinghuan threw the brush away and called the servants on the boat to wash his face and clear his mind, and then shaved off the excess stubble in front of the mirror.

Not long after, Zhao Han knocked on the door and came in: "Why are you calling me, sir?"

Fei Yinghuan pointed to the steles all over the floor: "Put away all my copybooks."

Zhao Han had no choice but to bend down to pack the copybooks.

Fei Yinghuan stood with his hands behind his back, and asked abruptly, "Which clan do you come from?"

Zhao Han replied: "It's just an ordinary Confucian family background. I heard that someone in my ancestors was a magistrate."

"Impossible," Fei Yinghuan said very firmly, "The typeface created by your father draws on the strengths of many families and absorbs the essence of famous masters of the past. There must be a large number of famous posts for him to learn from. This typeface seems simple, but it is all-encompassing. An ordinary Confucian household doesn’t have that foundation to create!”

Zhao Han didn't know much about calligraphy, so he could only fool around at the moment: "My father travels all year round, and no one knows where he is."

Fei Yinghuan actually believed it, and stopped asking about the details, and reminded: "Your father's handwriting is unique. Beginners should not get in touch with it too much, otherwise calligraphy will inevitably fall into evil ways."

"My lord taught you well." Zhao Han accepted it humbly.

"Go, I'll be alone." Fei Yinghuan waved.

Zhao Han packed up all kinds of copybooks, bowed out of the room, and closed the cabin door smoothly.

Fei Yinghuan took up a pen and wrote down a few more words, looking left and right, feeling depressed and showing some signs of madness.

Qigong's calligraphy has particularly poor strokes, particularly positive shapes, and a particularly stable structure.

After several days of research, Fei Yinghuan was already a bit misled. He didn't learn the advantages of the font structure, but his strokes became worse and worse.

It's like a master of martial arts who occasionally gets a strange secret book, but after practicing it leads to disorder of the meridians.

If you can't learn it, if you can't learn it, you will be useless!

Fei Yinghuan calmed down, and took out a famous inscription, like a child who just learned calligraphy, carefully copying it, trying to completely erase the influence of Qigong style.

After copying for a while, Fei Yinghuan picked up the discarded Qigong body again.

Repeated comparison, careful tasting, thoughtful.

I don't need to learn its shape, but only need to understand its meaning, and I can become a family of my own!

...

Zhao Han didn't know that the words he wrote made Fei Yinghuan undergo a calligraphic transformation.

He was standing on the deck at the moment, looking at the situation on both sides of the canal.

The north and south of Jingzhou are like two worlds.

Along the way by boat, the scenery is getting greener and greener, as if returning to the world from hell.

This year's drought is mainly concentrated in two provinces.

One is Northern Zhili, the other is Shaanxi, and Shandong is only slightly affected.

What's more frightening is that it's raining at least in Beizhili. As for Shaanxi, there has been a drought from the year before last to the present, during which there were only a few partial rainfalls. A man named Gao Yingxiang has already started a riot, calling himself "Chuangwang".

Faced with such a severe disaster and the rising peasant army, only a few local officials were struggling to deal with it. As for the central court, not only did they not allocate funds for disaster relief, but they even imposed additional salaries on the people of Shaanxi!

"Is this your weapon?"

Wei Jianxiong's voice came from behind him, this guy was still carrying a wrought iron rod, and still holding Zhao Han's spear in his hand.

Zhao Han cupped his fists and said, "Exactly."

"Then," Wei Jianxiong threw the spear over and said with a smile, "There is nothing left and right, let's make gestures."

Zhao Han caught the spear with ease, and put on a "ready to fight" posture. But the difference between a spear and a rifle is huge, and the bayonet technique has to change accordingly. He holds the middle end of the spear with one hand, and the other hand is relatively back, standing with his legs slightly in a half lunge.

Standing empty-handed, Wei Jianxiong said loudly, "Come on."

Zhao Han concentrated and held his breath, suddenly leaned forward, and pierced the opponent's waist with a thrust.

Wei Jianxiong retreated a little later to dodge, and at the same time leaned over to grab the spear, Zhao Han quickly withdrew his strength, and took advantage of the situation to swing the spear upwards.

Very exciting challenge, but it is a pity to meet Lian Jiazi.

While dodging, Wei Jianxiong grabbed the front of the spear and pulled Zhao Han along with the spear.

"Uncle Wei is superb in martial arts, I admire you so much." After Zhao Han stood still, he admitted defeat very simply.

Wei Jianxiong commented: "This move of yours looks a bit like a big spear, but the strength is too deadly, and the changing moves are quite stiff. Didn't your spear master teach you even the sliding thrust?"

Of course Zhao Han knew how to stab, but the stabbing technique of the bayonet technique and the stabbing technique of the big spear technique were completely two different concepts.

The bayonet technique of the People's Liberation Army combines the advantages of Chinese stabbing (National Army), Japanese stabbing (Japan), and Soviet stabbing (Soviet Union), and some techniques of traditional big guns are added.

However, a rifle is a hot weapon after all, and it is very different from a spear or a spear.

If the method of inserting and sliding of the big spear technique is applied directly to the rifle, the rifle will probably be thrown out, and the center of gravity of the weapon cannot be controlled at all.

If the rifle wants to slide and stab, the whole body has to move accordingly, and it is very disadvantageous to fight against traditional cold weapons.

Zhao Han said: "These moves are all my own brainstorming."

Wei Jianxiong shook his head and said: "It's not all nonsense, your provocation just now was not bad, and I will definitely pay off if I hide slowly."

"It's just playing with an ax." Zhao Han said modestly.

Wei Jianxiong criticized again: "Your stabbing, although you change your moves quickly and your guns are tricky, but the way you use your force is completely wrong."

It wasn't that Zhao Han's force technique was wrong, but that there was something wrong with the weapon in his hand, he should be replaced with a bayonet-mounted rifle...

Zhao Han knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Wei, please enlighten me!"

Wei Jianxiong was probably too busy to panic, he could not do anything in the cabin for many days. He stood up straight and said, "Look at how I do it, just teach it a few times, don't blame me if you're too stupid to learn."

Zhao Han hurriedly observed carefully.

Wei Jianxiong opened his mouth and pointed out: "Spears are different from spears. Spears are hard. They are mainly stabs. They are not flexible enough to change moves. If you have a chance, you can change to spear skills. First, strength is the most important thing. The strength of the legs is the most important, followed by the strength of the waist, and the strength of the arms You swing your spear thousands of times a day. If you have enough understanding, you can figure out the number of ways. From leg strength, waist strength to arm strength, all forces work together, and you can send and receive as you like. I only teach you the basic methods of holding a spear and making moves, and the rest You experience it slowly."

This is enough, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual.

Wei Jianxiong stood up straight, then stepped forward, stabbed slowly with a spear, and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

"I see clearly." Zhao Han replied.

Wei Jianxiong said: "A thousand stabbings a day, I will learn how to use force by myself, and I will teach you the next trick in two months."

Damn, what's the difference between this and a bayonet thrust?

Well, there is a difference when you taste it carefully. The range of body movement is not so large, which is determined by the difference in weapon characteristics.

Holding the spear, Zhao Han stood on the deck and stabbed repeatedly, thinking carefully every time he stabbed.

At some point, Fei Yinghuan also came to the deck and stood silently watching.

Wei Jianxiong invited credit and said: "Young Master, this kid has a good understanding and is a good material for martial arts."

Fei Yinghuan looked gloomy, and said angrily, "I still expect him to take the imperial examination."

Wei Jianxiong chuckled: "Didn't Duke Qu of the Tang Dynasty also have all-round talents in both civil and military affairs? There will be no delay in studying and practicing martial arts."

"Can this son be compared with Tang Qugong?" Fei Yinghuan shook his head.

Duke Qu of the Tang Dynasty, namely Fei Yaonian, was Fei Yinghuan's uncle and the last famous official of the Fei family in Qianshan.

Wei Jianxiong rubbed his nose and muttered: "Whatever, let's practice first."

Fei Yinghuan walked to the bow of the boat, stood with his hands behind his back, and remained silent for a long time, whether he was posing or he was really thinking about something.

Oncoming are countless tank boats on the canal, and the army and tank boats stretch for several miles.

Wang Yongshi seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence, and finally ushers in the end of dismissal from office.

The gentry in Jinghai County ran and shouted, and went to the censor to file a complaint, and the prefect of Hejian also impeached him.

It happened that this batch of tank boats passed by Jinghai County and got in touch with the patrol censor, and two of them capsized accidentally. Moreover, the responsibility for the overturning of the ship was shifted to Jinghai officials, and the loss of grain was required to be shared equally by the people of Jinghai.

Wang Yongshi sternly refused, saying that he would not take the blame.

Xuncao Yushi, Xunyan Yushi, and Hejian Zhifu jointly named Shangshu for impeachment, and Wang Yongshi was finally dismissed.

When he left office, the people of Jinghai lay on the official road to prevent Wang Yongshi's car from driving forward.

However, what can the people do for what they want?

A good official doesn't last long.

(Recommend a friend's book: "Handbook of Conquering Another World", the world of Xianxia is popular all over the country, and a bus group passes through it.)