“Wolf, middle door, thunder!”
“Left rear, waist squat, left middle flat!”
“Left, back, chest!”
The sharp whip in the air exploded, and the three-length long whip whip was beaten on the wooden stakes in four directions. Azul dragged the sharp iron knife and gasped and rushed back and forth. I screamed at the wooden stakes. On the stakes, there were protruding iron branches, and each of his knives avoided the iron branches and left a trace on the stakes. The wooden plow squatted on his back on the slope of the soil, and the three-foot-long soft whip was like a living creature in his hand, and every shot was not empty. When he was a child, the shepherd relied on this ability, and he used a whip to stun the sheep who wanted to leave the group, but he sat on the horse’s back and did not move. Lu Wei, who was only one of the princes at the time, looked far and wide and said that he was like a general with thousands of warriors.
The wooden plow screamed faster and faster, and the whip in his hand turned into a shadow. Gradually he no longer pointed to the method of attacking and killing, and slammed his lips and whip, and countless whip sounded around. Looking at the younger son, naked, and stumbled and slammed the knife to the next target, but he did not stop, whenever Azul was wrong, the long whip continually hit the pile he missed. On, let him run to make up a knife.
Mrs. Inch held Azul’s shirt and stood behind the wooden plow. She looked at her husband’s iron-faced face and wanted to say something but didn’t dare.
Azul gasped in front of him, and a “Thunder” killed the top of the stake. The whip had already rang in the right rear. He couldn’t keep the balance, stumbled back a few steps, and took the waist to rotate. Pingyu was in the middle of the stake, but did not avoid the iron branch, and the knife was almost shaken off. He felt like he was filled with lead, and the heavy vertigo would overwhelm him. The countless whips and whistles blasted together before and after. He turned and felt awkward. The vulgar piles were like real enemies. Surround yourself.
It’s like a knife flashing, a laughter echoing, and a hoof of the horse’s hoof.
“Shi Zi!” The voice of Mrs. Ying’s voice is like a distant future.
He crouched on the grass, his hands on the ground, gasping sharply, his tongue dried like a crack, he tried to swallow a saliva, the saliva glued like glue, and the heart leaped in his chest. He pressed his heart hard. This is a small disease. Whenever you are tired, the disordered heartbeat is like shaking two people from the top bone, and someone is holding his chest inside.
Mrs. Ying ran up to hold him, and saw his skinny upper body with a strange blood red, his chest undulating and frightening.
“Wrong!” Muli stepped forward and pulled away Mrs. Ying. “The knife you just used, you should use the reverse bamboo! I told you more than once, if there is an enemy behind the mine, it should be The technique is definitely not Zuo Zhongping! You take a closer look, you step back and slash the knife, this turn, most of the power is spent on turning, even if your left middle flat cut the enemy, what power is there to open the enemy’s armor ?”
“Yes!” Azul licked the knife and gasped and stood up again.
The wooden plow continually tapped the wooden stake with the whip handle, and Azul raised his knife with both hands, and the weak arm trembled. His footsteps were vain, sideways, the knife light turned from below, and slammed on the stake, and the toothbrush screamed, and the whole person was pushed out by the reaction.
“This is not a reversal of bamboo!” The wooden plow dropped the whip. “Then I will practice five hundred times against the bamboo!”
He carried the Ma Zhenqin on one hand and pulled Mrs. Ying’s hand to the tent. The young man stood alone in the sunset, his hair was wet and wet on his face, and he wiped his hair and silently looked at the setting sun in the west. The wooden plow walked out of the dozens of steps, listening to the monotonous slashing sound and rang again. His fingers pulled a few times on the string of Ma Yuqin, and did not look back.
“Wood plow, you let the child practice for a day, is it over?”
When passing by the nearest tent, Dahe Sa’s thin old face came out from behind the curtain, and some shouted fiercely.
The wooden plow glared at him coldly: “Which is the Lv’s ancestors who did not practice it like this? His brother Guimu had a strong drink in his seven-year-old milk. He could cut four wooden stakes in one afternoon. When I was a child, Practice the knife, the blood bubbles in the hands of the winter are all tied with ice, and do not dare to be lazy. Do not force him to practice, the battle is the pile of people being shackled, and now, it is already light.”
“You are an old bull, the world is only nine years old, can you compare with you?”
Amo tried to pull his sleeves, but the old man completely ignored them.
“On the battle, is there a difference between a slave and a child?” The wooden plow sounds hard like a stone. “The great king ordered me to teach the world knife, and did Dahesa know how to use it?”
He pulled back the old lady, and did not go back.
The old man glared at his back and took a sip in the grass: “All the life is a dead wood that puts the sheep!”
He slammed his back on the tent, sat on the wooden cabinet and sipped a sip of spirits, or looked at Azul, who was slashing in the distance, through a piece of sheep’s felt, and shrank his head. The autumn wind started, there was no fire basin in the tent, and it was a bit chilly. Amo licked a sheepskin short scorpion and pressed him to his back. Dahesa was still more than sixty years old. There are not many people who can live to the age of sixty on the grassland.
Shizi had lived in the tent of Muli for more than four months, and Dahesa stayed in the tent of the wooden plow for more than four months. The wooden plow does not lack this food to support Hesa, but he obviously does not like to see the old face of Dahesa all day long. Mrs. Ying often cooks spicy hand-cranked yellow mutton and roasted dumplings legs, and Amo yummy eats a lot.
However, Amo has a faint uneasiness in his heart. Since the return of the world, the energy of the old man is all in the world, the second prince of the prince is no longer coming to the end, and other nobles are also respectful to the old man, but the three princes Xu Dahan and the nine kings are still the same, from time to time can receive the three princes Gifts sent.
Amo slammed and asked, the old man always laughed, and no one knew what he was thinking. In the entire northern capital city, probably no second person pinned his hopes on this frail world. Amo did not think that the old man really believed in the illusory saying on Shigu Juan. If he was so religious to the gods, Not to use his lemming to divination.
“I really don’t know why the world is going to practice this sickle desperately.” Dahesa licked a few hard rice and teased the lemming molars. “What is the use of practicing knives?”
“If you don’t practice the knife, you can’t be a warrior. No one can look down on it.” Amo squatted on the bed. “If it wasn’t for me, my aunt wouldn’t send me to learn astrology.”
The old man snorted coldly: “Repent?”
“Not at all.” Amo looked at the top of the tent. “I just want to ride and hunt with my aunt, how powerful. The king, the king of Chinda, the heroes on our grasslands, are not all brave warriors?”
“It’s ridiculous! It’s the same as the wooden plow. I only know the cross-horse knives. I don’t know how to use my brain. The Donglu people said that we are barbarians. These people are really arrogant, and they know that they are fighting blood. Ten Nine kings may not have to fight a wooden plow, but the holy bow of Qingyang is still the nine kings, and the wooden plow is just a general. It is not the time of the king. I want to be a hero on the grassland with a knife. No matter how good, how many people have been killed? Stupid!”
“That Hesa, how do you say that you are a hero? In the same way as the Eastland people, the horses will not ride, count heroes?”
“In fact, the most hero is the astrology, when Hesa! Say good luck is auspicious, saying that the danger is sinister, and the grazing will listen to you, and the lemming will be supported.” The old man touched a small bag from the waist. Black millet and a buckwheat came out and threw it into the small cage of the lemming. The little thing was wide-eyed, and the little claws were holding and staring at the two millets.
“What is this time?”
The old man scratched his head: “Huruba’s family gave birth to a little grandson. Their master gave me a gift and asked me to name the child. If I want to stay in the dark, I will call him a slap, if I choose buckwheat, I Just call him Bochier.”
“What do you mean by jin? What does Bochier mean?”
Over the centuries, the barbarian has learned more and more cultures in the East China Sea. The nobility has changed the name of the East China Sea. The ancient language of the barbarian has been forgotten, and only the sorcerers who keep the ancient books know what the old words of the rap are. Amo has been studying for a few years, and the words “Jian Jin and Bo Chier have not been heard.”
“Going to the Great Lakes, have you seen those white-headed sea eagle?” The old man stretched his arms toward the sky. “Oh, it’s the most brave male sea eagle. The white wings can fly to the sacred god of the gods.” ”
“Bocher?”
“Female sea eagle…”
Amo was stunned by his own saliva. The little lemming, who was called the stagnation, chose the buckwheat, and the old man nodded with satisfaction and shook the empty wine can.
“Right, the king called for two days. You really don’t go to Hesa?”
“It’s not an urgent call, it’s okay, isn’t it taught to you? I’m old, I’m not good, I’m afraid of being blown by the wind, I’m afraid to go out of the tent.”
“On the other side of the Golden Account, Dajun’s companion came a few times. Even if you are really in poor health, you have to have a disease.”
“I said that I fell on the horse and screwed my feet!” The old man stood up and touched his ankles. Half of his body collapsed. It seemed to be smashed at once. He slammed into the corner of the tent and held the sachet with the wine jar. The tin seal on the top.
“The name Bochier is good.”
“It is very suitable for the grandchildren of the Huluba family to know how to wear colored silk and buy a woman from the East.” The old man nodded with satisfaction. “I have always been satisfied with the election…”
He suddenly paused. This voice is not Amo, and there is no third person in the tent.
He jerked back, and Amo had already fallen, and the girl was afraid to lift it. The curtain of the tent was half opened, and the big blue scorpion that floated into the corner, the heavy armor reflected the sunset, only to see the burly figure of the man sealed the tent. The old man squinted his eyes, and the wine jar “Dangdang” landed on the ground. He saw a horrible white spot in the eyes of the man.
