After all, he was only seventeen years old, and Wang Xun was far from reaching the standard of an adult mentally. After repeated setbacks, the resentment accumulated over the past few days completely exploded. No matter what Uncle Feng, Feng Si,
Uncle Wu was no longer present. He rubbed the dust out of his eyes, picked up the wooden knife, and slashed at the starving ghost. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, you wicked guy, I'll kill you, I'll kill you...
..."
The hungry Thirteen did not dare to confront him head-on, but just dodged and avoided. Seeing this, Feng Changqing took another sip of tea and ordered with a smile, "Thirteen, fight him with all your strength. Don't worry about a few rounds.
To win, beat him until he is convinced!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The starving ghost was overjoyed when he heard this, and he took turns slashing at Wang Xun with his wooden sword. This time, the two sides no longer aimed to stop, but aimed at one side completely giving up their weapons and surrendering. Wang Xun's leg
, he quickly received more than a dozen blows on his shoulder. Fortunately, the wooden sword was wrapped with Gebu, so it didn't hurt his muscles and bones. Every time he fell, he quickly got up and shouted to invite a fight.
The Thirteenth Starving Ghost also showed ruthlessness and showed no mercy in his attacks. Every move he made was sinister and sinister. Wang Xun was a gangster born in a street fight. Regardless of his other abilities, he was extremely tough. Therefore.
No matter how many times I suffer losses, I will never ask for mercy. I will just cheer up and continue fighting.
Aunt Yun felt distressed and stood outside the court with tears welling up in her eyes. Feng Changqing smiled and comforted in a low voice when no one was paying attention: "Don't be afraid. If you really want to hurt him, Thirteen is in Wuhe
Within a short period of time, he will never be able to get up again. Let them make trouble, temper his impetuous temper, and vent some of the anger in his stomach. Otherwise, it will be the first time for a person who has never suffered setbacks to encounter a setback.
If there is trouble that cannot be solved, it will inevitably lead to problems!"
After hearing this, Aunt Yun thought it made sense, so she had to stand up and smile, nodding slightly at Feng Changqing. Feng Changqing sighed, then shook his head slightly, and unintentionally, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
It was many years ago. At that time, I was just as old as Wang Xun now. I met Wang Zizhi by chance and became close friends. I completely forgot about the identity gap between them. Until one day, I met Wang Zizhi.
to the woman in front of me.
She was just as young at that time. She didn't care at all who was the son of the earl and who was the son of the veteran gatekeeper. But she was eating and using Wang Zizhi, so how could she muster the courage to fight with Wang Zizhi.
So, one day, I said goodbye to my good friends and returned to the Western Regions alone.
Fame is earned on horseback. Over the years, he has gradually become a judge, a general, a court official, a military governor, and a deputy envoy. Every time he reaches a glorious place in life, there is always something in his heart.
A trace of regret lingered. Over the years, I had been surrounded by Goguryeo women, Dashi women, Tiele women, and Loulan women, but no woman could cover up the shadow she left behind.
Fame can only be gained immediately. The younger generation can easily gain wealth and will not understand the hardships of their predecessors. The predecessors sometimes work hard all their lives, but they just don’t want their descendants to repeat the regrets of their youth.
Generation after generation, this is life.
"Silang, you are right. Xun'er looks really relaxed!" The sudden words "Silang" made Feng Changqing's heart tremble, and his thoughts immediately flew back from an unknown place. He turned his eyes to the competition ground,
I saw one black patch on Wang Xun's body and one white patch on his body. He didn't know how many times he had been beaten. But the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by an indelible youthfulness and publicity.
"The results are coming soon!" Feng Changqing smiled and said in a low voice. He did not dare to meet Aunt Yun anymore, but just watched every move of the two people in the field.
"You don't know how tired you are!" Wang Xun panted heavily while neutralizing the attacks of Thirteen Starving Ghosts. After fighting for such a long time, he had gradually become familiar with the opponent's moves. Although from time to time
I still have to take a few hits, but occasionally I can return a move or two.
"I'm used to it!" The starving ghost retreated, causing Wang Xun's counterattack to be in vain, and then struck him with another slash. "A thousand slashes, a thousand slashes every day, from the age of eight to thirteen, without interruption.
!”
"You damn woodcutter!" Wang Xun struck hard, knocking the blade of Starving Ghost Thirteen's blade off, and then retaliated with another strike, "If you hit it a thousand times, you won't be afraid of swollen your arm.
"
"You're used to it when it's swollen. Little Marquis!" Thirteen parried and responded in a very blunt Tang dialect, "To be honest with you, little Marquis, Thirteen was originally a woodcutter who chopped firewood. Later, I was given the gift of a master.
Thanks to the support of the courtiers, Thirteenth became his attendant!" (Note 1)
As soon as he heard the words "downdao courtier", Wang Xun understood that the other party was not from the Central Plains. He was even more reluctant to take the initiative to show weakness to the other party. He spit on the ground and continued to talk about the starving ghost with words, "Then why are you talking about it again?"
Following Uncle Feng? It’s your general!”
"The lower court minister gave me to the general!" The hungry ghost didn't know Wang Xun's intention, so he answered loudly while chopping.
"You are not a thing, how can you be sent around casually?!" Wang Xun had ulterior motives and suddenly asked a very rude question.
Who would have expected that such an obvious tactic to sow discord would have no effect on the starving ghost. The other party just thought about it for a moment and then answered confidently, "The lower court minister is the master of Thirteen. Everything in Thirteen is the master."
The master can give Thirteen to whomever he is willing to give it to!"
"Then your current master is Fourth Uncle Feng and General Feng?" When Wang Xun's plan failed, he immediately had another plan in mind. He kept asking questions to relieve the pressure on his weapons.
"Yes!" The hungry ghost replied simply in two words.
"I am the nephew of Fourth Uncle Feng, and I am also your master, right? You are a servant, how can you fight against the master?"
"No. Little Marquis, your surname is Wang, not Feng!" Thirteen responded smoothly without thinking.
"Then what's your last name?" Wang Xun found that his trick was very effective, so he worked harder to maximize its effectiveness.
"Back to the young marquis, Thirteen has no surname. Thirteen is a woodcutter. A woodcutter is a pariah and has no surname!"
This time, it was Wang Xun's turn to secretly wonder. Almost out of instinct, he asked smoothly, "Then why are you called Thirteen again?"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty the Court, is recruiting the attendants on the same ship. Thirteen is the thirteenth, so it is called Thirteen!" The other party's answer was serious, but it was so absurd that it made people laugh.
Wang Xun couldn't help laughing, and when he was distracted for a moment, he was immediately hit hard on the shoulder. "No fight, no fight!" He yelled, covering the wound, and quickly distanced himself from the funny starving ghost.
"You don't know how tired you are, I won't fight you!"
"The master has an order. We must beat each person until he is convinced!" Hungry Thirteen seemed to be a fool, holding a wooden knife and chasing after him.
"I surrender to you, why don't I surrender to you?" Wang Xun was exhausted by his entanglement, and shouted loudly while circling the arena.
"Young Master, this is oral, not convinced!" Thirteen refused to give up and continued to chase after him.
"What does it mean to be convinced? You haven't finished me yet? Tell me first, what does it look like to be convinced?" Wang Xun was accidentally slapped five or six times on the back and asked with a grin on his face.
"In this way, I will do it first, and you will follow suit!" The starving ghost didn't know what the plan was, so he stopped chasing him. He raised the wooden knife above his head, knelt down respectfully, and grabbed the ground with his head. "I lost, and I am convinced.
Please accept my weapons!"
"Okay, then I'm not welcome!" Wang Xun stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's weapon, then flew up and kicked the opponent. "This idiot, you can't think of such a move!
"
The servants who were watching had long guessed that their young prince was not someone who would give up easily. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help laughing. In the midst of laughter, Thirteen the Starving Ghost stood up and got up from the competition arena, pointing his finger at the king.
Xun was so angry that he said, "You, you are not a noble man. People from the Tang Dynasty should not deceive others!"
At this time, Wang Xun was stunned. He stood there, feeling embarrassed. What should the people of the Shangbang Celestial Dynasty look like? He had no idea in his mind. The envoys and merchants from various countries in Chang'an City followed the envoys and caravans to the big event.
There were so many people discussing life in Tang Dynasty, and everyone was so used to it that they had long forgotten the differences between them.
"Okay, Thirteen, the young Marquis is joking with you!" Fortunately, Feng Changqing intervened in time to resolve the embarrassment. "Please step aside and go back to the quartermaster to collect two slings of copper coins."
"Thank you Lord for your grace!" After hearing Feng Changqing's words, the starving ghost turned around and bowed to salute, with unconcealable grievance in his words, "Thirteen has no face to ask for your reward. Thirteen was accidentally killed by him today.
Cheated."
"You did a good job. He has already lost!" Feng Changqing waved his hands and praised with a smile. "He is still young. According to our customs in the Tang Dynasty, older people are not as knowledgeable as younger people!"
"Yes, thirteen is older, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as younger ones!" The hungry ghost bowed again and repeated loudly.
"How?" Feng Chang glanced at Wang Xun and asked with a smile: "If you were in front of the two armies today, would you have counted how many times you would have died?"
"Thank you, Fourth Uncle, for your advice!" Wang Xun wiped the sweat from his face and thanked him solemnly. After a fierce battle, the stagnation in his heart was gone, and his mind was broadened a lot. "But I am still willing to start from the vanguard.
Come on, since Fourth Uncle has been ordered to train the Feilong Imperial Guards, I can also receive training with them."
This answer was somewhat beyond Feng Changqing's expectation. Looking at the other party's childish but determined face, he couldn't help but nod lightly.
Wang Zizhi, Lao Feng owes you everything in his life. I received so many favors from you back then, and this time I help you teach a son who is worthy of success.
Note 1: The lower court official, namely Kibi Masabi, was one of Japan's envoys to the Tang Dynasty and a prominent Japanese family. After returning to Japan, he created laws, calendars, and katakana based on the income gained from studying in the Tang Dynasty, and cultivated a large number of talents for Japan at that time.
