The Governor is Sick

Beijing suburb, Shilipo.

On the battlefield, two soldiers were competing. Both of them used the narrow-backed, long-bladed goose-knife to go back and forth for dozens of strokes. People around in a circle yell from time to time.

Situ Jin was cleaning the weapon on the weapon rack, and from time to time he looked at the situation on the field.

The next day he came here, he was dismounted. The barracks are not like Yu Linwei. The military officers in Yu Linwei are all serious military martial arts officers, or they are the children selected by the Shijiamen. The soldiers in the barracks are different, and most of the rogue beggars are there. New recruits have just entered the camp, so they have to endure the torture of veterans. It is common to bring tea and water to pour pots. In the second year, he became a veteran and could bully other recruits.

This is the tradition passed down from the old ancestors in the barracks. The soldiers can't do anything else, and they carry it out to the fullest.

Situ is lucky. Because he looks like a stranger, Qiu Ba's thought he was not a bully, and gave him a job to wipe weapons. Situ Jin likes this job very much. He has no friends. Sword is his closest partner. He feels that it is easier to get along with the sword than with people.

The players on the field are hard to separate. Situ Jin wiped off the last spear and looked up from the outside. Now the man with the apparently long face prevails, and he cuts rounds several times, pushing the other person almost to the edge of the high platform. His knife was simple and unsophisticated. He said it was nice, and he took the road of opening and closing, and he said that it was uncomfortable. He was fighting hard, a thin goose sword, but wielding like a big hammer, with brute force. Smashed on the opponent's blade, both knives sounded overwhelmed.

Situ shook his head. Such people don't know the sword.

The long-faced man was chopping his head again, the opponent's toes lightly touched the ground, and turned to avoid, the long-faced man turned back and swept, with a bright knife. Situ sighed softly: "Wrong."

"Oh? What's wrong?" Someone came over and asked.

Situ Jin said flatly, "He makes a knife like a hammer. He doesn't understand a knife."

Sure enough, Situ's sincere words had not been finished. The long-faced man screamed. It turned out that the opponent really hit his ankle with the back of the knife. The situation that had prevailed suddenly reversed. Everyone was applauding, and Situ turned and wanted to leave.

"Slowly," said the questioning man before him. "This fellow just commented so well, presumably that he was quite accomplished with sword skills."

Situ Jin's dull nerves felt a little wrong in this sentence, and turned to look at the man in doubt.

The long-faced man who had just been stepped down stepped behind the man and whispered: "Brother."

The man smiled a little bit badly and said, "My brother and his brother started to learn the sword with their father when they were five. . My brother, too. He is still young, and the sword is not deep. But the sword that is not only down, although it can not be said to be the only one, but the Gallops of the Seven Leaves Galan meets my sword, and he has to Let's weigh it first. Hmm, but I don't know the same robe, how can you do it? "

Situ Jin: "..."

Fengxue Twelve Knife is the worst way in Shuobei. Almost everyone can draw a few moves in it. What are "Feihong Yinxue" and "Returning Wind to Snow", but in fact, the spread of the knife on the street Nine out of ten are fake. Situ Jin never looked at those swordsmanships. He just ignorantly followed the swordsmen who passed by the town. They taught him a few tricks and he learned a few tricks.

He didn't even know the names of these moves, chopping straight at the stakes day after day, and the nameless moves had long been incorporated into his bones. He only needed to hold the handle to know how to wave the knife.

It wasn't until he met Galau in the palace that he knew that he was practicing a snow knife. Galo Luo had once assassinated a snow knife. She had seen a real snow knife. She said that it was, then this must be it.

He remembered that in the poor small town of Shuobei, in the dense snow, the swordsmen of Luotuo made a wonderful knife.

The real snow knife can cut off heavy snow.

Situ Jin actually wanted to say that when you met Gala Luo, eight lives were not enough to live, but he has always been mild and restrained, and only said: "I only said that your brother did not understand, and did not say that you did not understand."

The man hummed, "In that case, should we both try and compare, we will ask you for advice and see if I know the knife!"

"Do you understand what's involved with me?" Situ Jin finally became impatient, said, "I haven't wiped the weapon on the other side, I'm very busy."

"Give him a knife!" The man glared at a pair of bronze bells with two or five eyes, yelling indifferently.

Someone threw Situ Jin a wild goose knife, and Situ Jin reluctantly picked it up. The man pulled the knife out of his sheath and stared fiercely at him.

Bored people always love to do boring things. Situ had no choice but to estimate that he could solve him with a few tricks, and determined that there was no delay in wiping the weapon, he also pulled out the knife, took the knife handle with his back, and hid the knife behind his elbow.

Everyone laughed at first sight, how to hold the knife against the enemy?

The man smiled and said, "Who taught you this trick? Kill the pig?"

Situ Jin glanced at him and said nothing. His eyes were lightly indifferent, as if looking at the insignificant dust, and only one glance made the man's evil fire rise.

The man yelled, raised his knife in both hands, and rushed towards Situ Jinjin.

Situ Jin didn't move. He kept holding the knife in his backhand, not even raising his eyelids. The strong knife wind was close at hand, the man's knife was like a hammer, and it was chopped down with wind and thunder. Situ moved sideways and took a step forward. The contact between the two people was only a moment, and they met and separated in an instant, facing away from each other.

The winner has been divided.

The crowd only had time to see the man move from mountain to mountain, but no one saw a long arc flashing in Situ Jin's hand. Only the man noticed, he panted hurriedly, reached out and touched his waist. There was a long slit in the cloth around his waist, exposing the bronze skin inside.

Everyone was silent, and Stuart folded his knife into the sheath without expression, and whispered, "Here is the offer."

The man's complexion was red for a while, and white for a while, he was dealt with by one move, and lost his face. He would never want to get confused in the barracks from now on. Suddenly, a clapping of applause sounded, and a man with a helmet and armor came in and stroked his hand and laughed, "You are young, and you are good at kung fu."

The crowd fisted: "See Lu Du Si."

Lu Dusi looked at Situ Jin and asked, "What's your name?"

"Situ Jin."

"It was you," Lu Dusi nodded. "You are the champion of Xuanhe eighteen years. I have heard your name."

Everyone took a sigh of cold air, and the man scoffed at him. Since he was the No. 1 champion, why did he come to this barracks in the barracks? He was so happy that when he didn't notice, he scolded himself.

Lu Dusi also said, "I heard that you have been demoted. Young people don't get discouraged. You still have a long way to go. Being demoted for a while is not a big deal. You can still make achievements in the five military camps, everyone said yes!"

The crowd shouted in unison: "Yes!"

"No, the opportunity is here! It is said that the emperor is going to hunt deer in Xishan Paddock this afternoon. I will pick someone to hunt with the nobles. This is a good opportunity for promotion and promotion. "

Everyone looked at each other, and all took a step back.

Lu Dusi said it was better than singing. What he "hunted with the nobles" was actually hiding in the woods. Seeing which prey and princes and grandsons were watching which prey they shot, which eunuchs held the arrows. The prey only said that it was shot by aristocrats. If the princes and nobles who had a better shooting skill met the prey, and the prey had hit two arrows, the **** would quietly pull out one, leaving only one arrow. Still hold up.

That's all it takes, but it's not difficult to shoot a few deer in the woods. However, I was afraid that the arrows of some incompetent kings and nobles would not fly around with long eyes. Last year, a soldier of the 3,000 battalion fell down with blood mold, hitting an unknown arrow, which was a national puppet, and died on the spot. The imperial court lost the money even after it was over. The poor family all looked up to his melancholy puppet. People said that it would be gone, the family would have no hope, and the old man would bring the children and throw them into the river.

The man who competed with Situ Jin turned his eyes around and pointed at Situ Jing: "There is a personal choice for the humble job. Situ champion No. 1 Wu Yi is strong, and archery is also a first-class master, so let him go."

Lu Dusi laughed: "I have that intention." After that, he turned to look at Situ Jin said, "You go back and prepare, come to me in a while."

Situ Jin bowed his head and responded. The man walked up to him and laughed, "You really know the sword, you don't know if you know the arrow, and the arrow doesn't understand you. Hahaha!"

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The forest was deep like the sea, and the wind was rising.

The rushing waves of the branches and leaves one after another, the sound of the crickets and the cicadas crowing in the sky crowded into the ear. The sky light leaked through the gap between the leaves, like the leaked gold dust, and the shattered dust was flying in it.

Situ Jin sits on a horse, carrying a long bow, and looks at the people and horses ahead. In addition to him in the woods, there were several archers, all in groups of three or five, scattered around the woods, so that they could hunt the prey that the princes and nobles liked at any time.

Leading in front is the big prince, riding on a scarlet sweat-blooded horse, which is said to be a new tribute horse from Fanbang. The big prince is very brave and tamed the horse on the spot in front of Fengtian Temple. Granted to the great prince. Next to him was the head of the department chief Li Weide, wearing a hooded hat, wearing a cloud-shaped flying fish narrow-sleeved shirt, and a red lacquered waist knife with sharkskin around his waist. He immediately hung a bow bag, quiver, and a team behind him. Fanzi, each depicting a black silk hat and a sunflower collar shirt.

Weid didn't seem to be riding a horse. A little **** in Tsing Yi led his horse slowly. Situ wished to look at the little eunuch. He lowered his head, showing every aspect of obedience, thin body, thin shoulders, and looked familiar.

Behind the archer was a low sigh: "Look at this pomp, look at this dress, if others don't say, who knows that Father-in-law Wei is a slave? I look at it, just in front of the prince."

"Isn't it? It's no exaggeration to say that he is a half master. It's really strange this year. We have some enemies but we haven't. We might as well forget it." Someone should reconcile.

Wei De started from the end, and was a self-proclaimed anonymous white. He was met by the emperor's car on the way to be filled and filled. Before the horse had arrived, he rushed out of the prison team to worship, and Jin Yiwei couldn't afford to beat him with a whip. The first emperor gave birth to his compassion, and brought him into the palace to match Xuanhe, who was still the third prince, as his companion. Xuan He Emperor was born and his mother died. The villain was hated by dogs. He was beaten up by other princes. No one cares about it. People are stupid. They often have to be taught by Tai Fu's rules. The palms are all red.

Weid alone took care of it. Other princes beat him, Weid couldn't fight back, he held him in his arms, was kicked with several shoe marks on his back, and calmed him like nothing happened. He couldn't sleep with pain in his palm, and Weid blew his mouth over and over again. No one played with him, Weid gave him a horse and a dog.

Difficulties with the sons and daughters are the fault of the ancestors of the old Gao family. Gao's ancestors accepted the harem, prayed to God to worship the Buddha, and even smelted Jindan. They were still powerless. Fortunately, with such a small interest, Oki still passed on for more than ten generations. It was passed on to Xuanhe Emperor, and there were more siblings than before, with three sons and one daughter. However, the first two princes lost each other in order to win the throne, and they lost both wounds. They stretched their necks and kicked their lives and whistled. This throne was like Xuanhe's pie and fell on Xuanhe's head.

Xuan Hedi was almost stunned, and was originally released by the two elders' bombardment. Since he became the king, he built a leopard room, toured Jiangnan, beauty contestants, and did absurd things. He ignored political affairs. This batch of red power fell to Weid.

So Dongchangxing was prosperous, the prison was flourishing, the party was huge, and the officials were heartfelt. The emperor was only interested in eating, drinking, and having fun. Wei De covered the sky with one hand. Even when Yuan Fu met Chao, he had to respectfully make a puppet.

These words cannot be said on the bright side. Everyone dares to boast in their hearts that Dongchang Fanzi is pervasive, and even the Pai Gow touched by officials at home can be picked up in the palace, let alone these whispers. If Weid knew that someone was chewing his tongue behind his back, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

Situ Jin didn't answer. He looked at Wei De's dark horse and frowned slightly.

I wonder if it was an illusion.

The great prince over there talked about Xingtou and laughed a few times. Wei De waved to the eunuch, and the **** stepped aside. Wei De also raised his whip and was about to catch up.

Sudden change suddenly.

Within a few steps, the black horse hissed suddenly, the two forefoots kneeled, and the whole horse fell to the side. Wei De was horrified. The body maintained a short balance of wind and rain, and finally did not hold it, and fell off the horse. Come down.

Everyone was horrified, but the Fans were too far away, and the distant water could not save the near fire, so they could only watch Wei De's cypress fall withered.

Only the little **** saw this, and the arrow off the string generally rushed out, rushing to the end just before Wei De fell, and made him a human mat. Weid is already in his early sixties, and the dark horse is so tall. He would have to die half of his old bone without falling apart. Although the eunuch's bones were so thin, they acted as a buffer, and the two fell to the ground together. Wei De called "Ouch", the hat on his head rolled to the ground, and turned around a few times.

The moment the little **** fell to the ground, Situ Jinjin could see his face clearly, his cold eyebrows, his tight lips, the Shen Shen he had seen before.

Shen Wei hugged Wei De, holding a sharp stone on his arm, splattered with blood for a while, dipped a half of his sleeves, and pained heartily. He didn't say a word, and sat up slowly to raise Wei.

Wei De's fright in front of him was undecided, and his hair was scattered. He gasped and examined the dark horse that could not stand on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Someone is going to hurt our family! Someone is going to hurt our family!" Wei De covered his heart and managed to let it go. , Pointing at Shen Yan, and asked, "What is your name, who is responsible for feeding this horse? Come, come! Call Yan Yan's waste snack to our family!"

Shen Ye knelt on the ground, and the **** replied: "Slave is Shen Ye of the Ganxi No. 4 Institute, and the horse was the caretaker of Cao Gong, the guardian of the Royal Horse Guards. A few days ago, Gong Gong said that Cao Gong was ill, and he let the slaves come. Help for the class. Slaves ... Slaves didn't think of this trouble today, and hopes Gong Weigong will forgive him! "

In a pile of words, pick yourself clean. Shen Yuan's head fell on the ground, covering the shadows in his eyes.

"As for the Royal Horse Supervisor, what did Yan An let you mix in!" Wei De's eyes were split, "Well, Yan An, our family hasn't kicked our throats yet, even if he counts on our family's head!"

The prince heard the movement, turned his head, and asked, "What's going on?"

Suddenly, a cold arrow shot in the oblique stab on the sweat horse's buttocks, and the blood flowed for a long time. The sweat horse was in pain, and rushed towards Shen Zhe and Wei De. The eldest prince was disappointed, trying hard to tighten the reins, but the sweaty horse did not listen to the call, regardless of rushing forward, he hissed and shouted: "Flash away! Quickly flash away!"

Horseshoes splashed the dust, and the sound of tuk tuk sounded like a cymbal drum, and Shen Wei and Wei De could almost feel the vibration of the ground. They were too close to dodge at all, Shen Pu's pupils tightened, Wei De's face was scared, and he watched the iron-grey horseshoe approaching quickly. In a flash of time, a flash of electric flint flickered in Wei De's head, and his dead claw-like hand held Shen's arm tightly. At the moment when the two eyes were opposite, Wei De pulled Shen to the front.

He actually wanted to use Shen Shen as a meat shield to resist the horseshoe!

Wei De opened his eyes wide, his eyes were cloudy like a deep pond, with a pale and pale face reflecting in it, Shen Yan was too late to struggle, and the sound of horseshoes was close at hand!