Seeing Hou Junji, a future famous general, he was extremely shocked by his miraculous knife-throwing skills.
Yang Qian smiled casually and stood calmly with his hands behind his back, highlighting his expert demeanor.
Although I am a short-handed warrior, I have a wide attack range. Facing a weakling like the shooter, within thirty or forty steps, I can only kneel down and call him daddy.
Hou Junji was stunned and walked slowly to the weeping willow tree. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull out the long knife that penetrated the trunk of the tree.
"This, this method of throwing knives is not inferior to that of a crossbow, and even its damage and killing power is even greater."
Yang Qian said calmly. "Within forty steps, the iron armor will be regarded as nothing."
This was the conclusion he came to when he was rescuing someone at the hunting ground outside Xianren Palace. He relied on his superb and unexpected knife-throwing skills to kill many rebels.
An arrow only weighs so much, and if you think about the weight of a ring-headed sword, you can imagine how powerful its killing power can be under the acceleration of gravity.
"General, I..." Hou Junji held the ring-headed long knife in both hands, and his eyes fell on the weeping willow trunk with a penetrating wound.
"What am I? You have to remember that although God closes a door, he will definitely open a window for you..."
Yang Qian raised his eyes to the sky with emotion on his face, as if he saw a kind old man with a white beard.
Whether it's a skylight or even a dog hole, as long as there are holes, you can see how bright the outside world is.
Oh my god? Following Yang Qian's gaze, Hou Junji, who had returned his sword to its sheath, couldn't help but look up at the sky.
In the blue sky, there was nothing but a few groups of birds flying high, but for no reason, it made Hou Junji think, so what if he couldn't shoot?
Compared to himself, General Yang not only couldn't shoot arrows, he couldn't even drink, and his drinking capacity was so poor.
Not only is he famous, but at a young age, he has already become a warrior.
Thinking of this, Hou Junji's whole person seemed to glow with heroism.
"I wonder, general, if you can teach your subordinates something."
"Want to learn?"
"think."
"Then let's become a disciple."
"...Blessed, apprentice?" Hou Junji looked confused at Yang Qian, who was standing beside him, still looking up at the sky at an angle of 40 to 50 degrees.
"Why, you're not happy?" Qu Zhili, the personal scholar, senior servant and loyal servant, rolled his eyelids.
"Don't learn not to learn. Squeak ..." Personal scholars, senior family Ding and loyal parts, the master of the 1st section of the loyal part cooperates with the tacit understanding.
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"Let's start a sentence... eh?" Yang Qian turned his head happily. Unexpectedly, Hou Junji had already made a pop, knelt on his knees, and bowed to him as a salute.
After ringing his head three times, Hou Junji did not stand up, but knelt down on one knee, looking at Yang Qian sincerely and sincerely. "Master, please accept Hou as a disciple. Master, please promise me."
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A gentle and charming spring river breeze blew across the faces of people, the willow branches, and the river bank.
A sincere man knelt down on one knee and straightened his upper body. The expression on his face was full of expectation, expectation and hope...
An unknown bird shuttled through the forest and treetops, chirping happily.
Not far away, a group of patrolling Sixteenth Guards Imperial Guards quietly reined in their horses and looked here curiously.
Yang Qian's face, from the relaxed and joking expression at the beginning, slowly turned stiff and became darker and darker.
"Young Master, since he is so sincere, agree to him." Zhili nodded with joy and began to persuade his own Young Master.
"Young Master, promise him. Crunch, creak, creak..." Master Duan nodded in agreement and agreed.
"Hurry up and get up." Yang Qian's whole body was feeling bad. What the hell do you mean, these are all big guys, and you're kneeling on one knee like this and you still ask me to agree?
"General, have you agreed?" Hou Junji said with a smile on his face.
Yang Qian shouted angrily with a dark face.
"I only promised to accept you as my disciple, why are you still hanging around? Hurry up, you are not afraid of making people laugh."
"Yes, disciple, I obey." Hou Junji hurriedly climbed up, scratching his head and ears with joy.
"I wonder when Master will be able to teach his disciples?"
"Don't worry, since you sincerely worship me as your teacher, I will definitely teach you. However, if you can't endure hardship, that won't work."
"As long as Master is willing to give you guidance, I will definitely be able to endure hardship. In order to practice bow and arrow, I would draw the bow no less than three to five hundred times a day, but I couldn't shoot accurately..."
Yang Qian turned around and left with a dark face. He was really not happy to accept this braggadocio as his direct disciple.
Zhili Yile, who was behind him, very reservedly stretched out his hand to stop Hou Junji who was about to catch up.
"Okay, can you stop bragging? Be careful. My young master asked you to read the military book again. Three to five hundred times. Why didn't you say three to five thousand times?"
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The knife throwing technique is of course different from other long-range strike weapons, not to mention that it is Yang Qian's unique skill and is generally not easily shown to others.
It seems that in addition to the disheveled Emperor Sui, there are also a few people such as Miss Li Xiuning and Lu Ban Li.
Everyone else who saw Yang Qian's killing move had already died due to his knife-throwing skills.
So if you want to learn, of course there is no problem, but you cannot teach such a unique long-range strike strategy in public.
Let Hou Junji practice how to hold the sword and how to exert force in the big tent. After he has a general feeling, let him go back to his tent to practice. If he has any questions, just come and ask.
After Hou Junji resigned from the tent with an impatient look on his face, before Yang Qian had time to think about what he should do next, he heard a sharp, thin voice coming from outside the tent.
"Is General Yang here?" The familiar voice was none other than Eunuch Wang.
"Your Majesty, the prince is actually outside the tent. I'm so humbled to welcome him from afar." Yang Qian had no choice but to stand up and walk out of the tent, saluting the eunuch who was standing outside the tent and calling in a low voice with a smile.
The prince, who was not wearing the flamboyant eunuch's robe, but was dressed like a palace eunuch, looked around and lowered his voice.
"General Yang, please don't be so polite. I wonder if we can go into the tent and chat for a few words?"
"Your Majesty, please come." Yang Qian opened the curtain and invited the eunuch beside the emperor to come in.
"Zhili, why are you standing still? Hurry up and serve tea to the prince."
"General Yang, you're welcome." Wang Gonggong walked into the tent and sat down. He smiled and waited until Na Zhili and Duan Shizi moved to the back tent, then lowered his voice.
"General Yang, today, people from various families in Hedong and Shandong have come to Qinghe County to pay homage to the Emperor."
"Your Majesty has given permission to receive you in a quiet and elegant place three miles northwest of this courtyard three days later."
"At that time, Your Majesty will discuss the topic with a group of ministers and people from these powerful families. When the evening comes, the agreed topic will be sung throughout Qinghe City..."
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