Chapter 307: It's Necessary to Prove Your Strengths
Chapter 307
Hou Junji stared blankly at the serious-faced Yang Qian in front of him, completely confused. What did General Yang mean? He called himself over and praised others severely.
When it came time to ask myself, I didn’t say anything, and just straight up asked me what my dream was.
How the hell do I know what dreams are?
"General, I really don't understand. Are you asking your subordinates what they think about their dreams?"
"..." Yang Qian's whole body is not feeling well. Gods have dreams and ideas. Your dreams are none of my business.
Yang Qian took a deep breath and tried to appear as calm and modest as possible.
"Let me put it another way, it is an ideal. What is your ideal?"
"Ideal..." Hou Junji finally came to his senses, blinked his eyes, and looked at Yang Qian, who was sitting opposite him with a gentle expression.
Hou Junji lowered his head subconsciously, and his tone, which had always seemed nonchalant about everything, gradually became deeper. "Subordinate, I don't know very well either."
"I don't believe this." Yang Qian smiled, thought for a moment, twitched his fingers at Zhili, and whispered a few instructions.
Zhili understood and got into the back tent, and soon stood up again with an inconspicuous little water bag beside his waist.
Yang Qian then stood up and said.
"It just so happens that there is still some time before the drill. Come on, how about you follow me for a walk outside the camp?"
Hou Junji looked at Yang Qian blankly, but he still kept up with Yang Qian's pace and walked towards the gate of the camp.
After leaving Zuo Beishen Mansion's camp, the two of them, accompanied by Zhili and Duan Shizi, walked slowly to the wide Yongji Canal.
After Yang Qian stood still, he winked at Zhili.
Zhili took off the water bag from his waist with understanding and went to Hou Junji, who had a puzzled look on his face but had refrained from asking questions.
"This is..." Hou Junji asked as he opened the cork, and a strong aroma of wine suddenly hit his nostrils, making his eyes light up.
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Seeing Hou Junji's overjoyed expression, Yang Qian smiled and shook his head.
"This is for you. I know you're hungry for wine, so go ahead and drink it, but don't drink too much. We have to perform in the afternoon."
"Yes, thank you general, I will drink a little." Hou Junji agreed, and couldn't wait to take a sip first, with a look of relief on his face.
"That's really good wine, General. Would you like some too?"
"No need, I'm not good at drinking. This bag of wine is enough to get me drunk three or five times." Yang Qian waved his hand, thought for a while, and motioned Zhili and Master Duan to move away.
Then, he and Hou Junji continued walking on the bank of the canal. "I still want to ask the question just now, what is your ideal?"
"I saw the change in your expression just now, and it seemed that you had something unspeakable to hide. Now, there are only you and me here.
What kind of person Yang is, and after spending so much time together, you should know that I am definitely not someone who gossips."
"General, I didn't mean to hide anything from you. It's just that I really feel... I feel a little embarrassed."
After taking another sip of wine, Hou Junji's voice contained a sense of depression that a young man should not have.
"My father and my ancestors were both military generals. I can't say how powerful they are, but they were both great men who made great achievements on the battlefield and were granted wives and children."
"My subordinate's ideal is naturally to be like my father."
"But, my subordinate lacks the talent to practice martial arts. It is the archery skill that my father is so proud of. I have practiced hard for many years, but I can't even hit a target dozens of steps away..."
Having said this, Hou Junji, a second-rate man who always liked to brag and be exaggerated, couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He continued to talk about his inner shadow with some difficulty.
Hou Junji couldn't shoot arrows. It could be said that he couldn't keep his hands, eyes and mind straight, so he received a lot of scolding from his father and ridicule from his brother.
In the end, he came to the back of the reserve and worked hard to brag. In fact, it was a sense of self-protection with a strong sense of inferiority.
He just didn't want others to see that he was a member of a noble general family who couldn't even shoot an arrow.
Yang Qian looked blankly at Hou Junji, who was already in tears and choked with sobs as he stated his concerns.
After a long while, he finally burst into laughter. "Qian, do you think it's such a big deal? Don't you know how to cum?"
"???" Hou Junji, who was in tears and heartbroken, heard the laughter coming from around him and saw the cheerful expression on Yang Qian's face, and he almost exploded with anger.
Pointing his finger at Yang Qian, Hou Junji roared in a heart-breaking voice.
"General! You, you, my subordinates will tell you their sorrows. I didn't expect that you would..."
"What's the point? My young master doesn't know how to shoot an arrow." Zhili couldn't help but complain when he saw Hou Junji looking like he was furious and wanted to rush forward to challenge Yang Qian.
"Ha...you guys, you don't need to comfort me like this, I don't need sympathy." Hou Junji turned his head away angrily and wiped the tears from his face vigorously.
Zhili was unhappy. "This is a fact. Is it true that my young master should debase himself because of you?"
"That's right... creak, creak, creak..." Master Duan nodded, his eyes and expression were still numb, and he continued to chew his special sesame seed cakes in his mouth.
Seeing Yang Qian's unfazed expression, and then looking at Na Zhili and Master Duan, Hou Junji was really at a loss.
"General, you really can't shoot?"
"...Please add the word "arrow" after the word "shoot", so that it sounds more pleasant to the ears." Yang Qian said angrily.
"It's true that I can't shoot arrows or drink, but so what, I'm still your immediate boss, and I can still beat you all to the ground with a Qinglong Yanyue Sword."
"..." Seeing that Yang Qian had changed from his usual composure and looked a little angry, Hou Junji really believed it.
"General, you really don't know how?"
Yang Qian almost wanted to kick him over. With a dark face, he faced the river wind and tried hard to maintain his handsome, humble and courteous gentlemanly demeanor, and shouted in a displeased tone.
"Does a question need to be asked several times?"
"Who doesn't know how to draw a bow and set an arrow? Just whether you can hit the target requires some kind of talent."
Zhili couldn't help it anymore.
"It seems that you are quite ignorant. Don't you know that my young master saves and kills enemies by throwing knives instead of bows and crossbows?"
"Throwing a knife?" Hou Junji's eyes widened, his face full of confusion. What the hell does throwing a knife mean?
"Give me your knife." Yang Qian felt that he needed to prove his strengths.
Hou Junji looked confused and pulled out the long sword from his waist, and handed it to Yang Qian.
Then he saw Yang Qian holding a knife and pointing at a weeping willow tree no more than the thickness of a bowl thirty steps away. "Watch it."
Before he finished speaking, a white light suddenly appeared, followed by a clicking sound.
Hou Junji's eyes slowly but resolutely bulged outward, and he looked at the trunk of a weeping willow tree thirty steps away, as thick as a bowl.
Most of the blade of a long knife with a ring head passed through the trunk of the tree, leaving only the handle and less than three inches of the blade at the end of the trunk.
Goose, be good... What the hell is this, what kind of magic operation is this?
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