"Brother, your skills are extraordinary." Fang Shi, who was lying down next to the young man, said in surprise. The young man, who was tired of the journey, carried him on his back and ran towards Huating County. There were tidal flats and reeds along the way, and there were only a few strips.
The paths trampled by people can lead to people, and it is difficult to see clearly in the dark sky. Even Fang Shi made mistakes several times, and the two of them almost fell into a pothole on the beach. Fortunately, the young man reacted quickly and realized that something was wrong under his feet.
Then he jumped away, and then he avoided it. There was no danger.
After the spring comes, there are too many curfews in counties and counties in Jiangzhou. However, in Huating County, even the city wall is only slightly taller than one person, and the lights are not very prosperous at night.
The young man looked at Huating County with Fang Shi on his back and murmured: "It really looks like Qishan..."
After hearing what he said, Fang Shi smiled and said: "It's just two counties in one state, how can it be different in appearance? Is the emotional brother from Qishan County?"
"No." The young man shook his head and denied. Qingshan Town is Qingshan Town and Qishan County is Qishan County. What he said is correct.
Suddenly a look of frustration appeared on his face, and Fang Shi said to Wei Changpan: "Brother, do you know the Zhang family in Qishan County?"
The young man carried him on his back and walked forward for more than ten steps. After being silent for more than ten steps, he replied: "Now that the Zhang family in Qishan County has been designated as a bandit by the government, isn't it true that all members of the Zhang family have been punished?"
"Bandits are gangsters, they're bastard gangsters." Fang Shi cursed and said, "They are all lies made up by the government to fool people. Who is a discerning person who knows a little bit about the Zhang family in Qishan County? My master is Mr. Zhang.
Disciple, I heard that the Zhang family in Qishan County was in trouble, and everyone in the martial arts hall was ordered to go to Qishan County. Who would have thought that the county government officials would block the door of the martial arts hall that day..."
Fang Shi continued to mutter, Wei Changpan remained silent, but his heart was in turmoil.
Qian Erye once said that he was the sixth eldest disciple in his sect, and his eldest disciple was Zhang Liu who personally killed Zhang Liu in Qishan County for Zhang Wu. The third disciple unfortunately died in a fight in the rivers and lakes, and the remaining three and two
They all have martial arts schools in Wuhang City, and the remaining one has his martial arts gym in his hometown of Yuyin County. In terms of seniority, he should be called Fifth Master Uncle.
After he broke up with Xu Xian, he ran around like a headless fly in Jiangzhou, going through various counties and counties. He had no money and did odd jobs to survive. During this period, he did two acts of chivalry and taught a lesson.
He killed two scoundrels who were teasing a good family, and once again captured a gentleman while walking at night. Unfortunately, he could not keep his name.
As a coincidence, Wei Changpan thought that he had not seen the sea yet, so he came to Yuyin County. When he arrived at the seaside, he saw the thirty people practicing swordsmanship before.
Although it is simple and unpretentious, it is particularly pleasing to the eye. I must be good at martial arts, so I watched it from beginning to end. I secretly calculated in my heart that if I faced each other empty-handed, the odds of winning would be about 40 to 60. It seems that these more than 30 practitioners
Young swordsmen are not even at the level of the third floor. It is extremely impressive to be able to close the distance of one floor by relying on sword skills.
But now, these thirty people can be regarded as his junior brothers... Wei Changpan, who has been wandering in Jiangzhou since the end of the year, feels inexplicably warm in his heart, because he has found someone with the same roots and can still see the person Qian Erye once mentioned
Uncle Shi...
It gives one a feeling of timidity as a wanderer returns home.
Without the curfew, the gates of Huating County still had to be closed at night. Wei Changpan finally arrived with Fang Shi on his back before the last moment of closing the city. The city guarding sergeant recognized Fang Shi and made a grimace to him and said with a smile: "Later.
, just wait to spend the night on the seawall."
"Fuck you, uncle." Fang Shi didn't have the energy to smile playfully with him, so Wei Changpan carried him to the city.
The sergeant shook his head. After all, he was still the third son of the old county guard family. Now that he was in such a state of decline, joining a martial arts school in the city might be a way out.
Just looking at the pain is a lot.
Entering Huating County, the strong smell of fish in the streets made Wei Changpan almost nauseous, but he couldn't use his hands to cover his mouth and nose, so his expression became particularly exciting for a moment.
"This is what Huating is like. This city is close to the sea, and there are a lot of fish in the city." Seeing Wei Changpan's expression, Xu Xian couldn't help but said with a bad smile, "It's okay, you'll get used to it if you smell it a lot. You'll get used to it after living in an abalone shop for a long time."
Why don't you smell the stench?"
Huating County is only a small coastal county in terms of size, not as good as Qishan County. Wei Changpan walked a hundred steps with Fang Shi on his back.
Looking at the house that was exactly the same as the Zhang family's house in Qishan County, he put Fang Shi down and took a closer look. Every detail of the door knocker was modeled after the Zhang family's house in Qishan County. If it weren't for the strong fishy smell, it would really make people think it was in Qishan.
.
Fang Shi limped up and knocked on the door knocker. The door opened a crack, and a pockmarked round face was revealed. He looked surprised when he saw it was Fang Shi, and then he said in a strange way: "Who do you think it is? This is not the old county."
Third Young Master of the Shou family, master, don’t you think that you are having a hard time practicing swordsmanship, so I was about to scratch your name when I didn’t expect you to come back?”
Without waiting for Fang Shi to reply, the pockmarked round face shrank back and shouted into the house: "No need to name me, Fang Shi is back."
"I fell down on the seawall and fainted. I was rescued and carried back by a fellow Jianghu person." Fang Shi coldly faced the round-faced pockmarked man who had been having trouble with him since he entered the door, and then turned around.
He looked at Wei Changpan with a sincere smile and said, "Brother, please."
The round-faced pockmarked man looked up and down Wei Changpan's clothes. Although he was dusty and patched, he had the unique aura of a martial artist. After all, he was only a disciple who had not yet truly started, so he did not dare to act like this.
The other side treated Wei Changpan like a normal person and forced a smile. It was not as good as when he was in a strange mood before, at least it was not as hateful as he said: "Please."
The furnishings in the martial arts hall were exactly the same as those of the Zhang family in Qishan County, which made Wei Changpan surprised. Logically speaking, this uncle had been a martial artist for quite some time, but the martial arts hall still looked so similar to the Zhang family...
This fifth uncle is quite nostalgic.
Entering the inner dining room, Fang Shi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a few people among them, and said hello to the senior brothers who had entered earlier. One of them saw Wei Changpan's face and asked in confusion:
"Junior Brother Fang, who is this?"
"Comrade Jianghu, I fell on the seawall after returning from sword practice, and was saved by this brother."
After hearing this, Fang Shi's fellow seniors stopped asking any more questions, took another sip of tea and left. The man who had spoken before saw that there were only some leftovers on the table, so he said to Fang Shi: "Go and tell the kitchen cook.
Just say it and say it’s the senior brother who said it. Guests are coming and cook two more side dishes.”
"Okay, senior brother." Fang Shi stood up and responded, but he accidentally pulled on the injured area and grimaced in pain.
Senior Brother Fang Shi stepped forward when he saw this. After looking up and down, he showed a look of pity: "It's true that they are all superficial injuries. It will be fine if you take a proper rest for ten days and a half. It's just that you have to practice your sword every day. I'm afraid.
Not only is it better to go slower, but it also adds a lot of hardship to practice swordsmanship.”
After hearing this, Fang Shi said with a sad face: "Senior Brother Wei, can you help me to ask for a favor from the master?"
Brother Na Wei
He raised his eyebrows and looked dumbfounded: "It's not like you don't know the master's temperament. If you insist on practicing the sword and you can't hold it in the middle, you may still have a chance. Asking someone to plead is an overkill policy, but the master can beg."
People who have to be emotional? If you have the strength, you might as well go find some plaster for bruises."
After hearing this, Wei Changpan was puzzled. Injuries are common during martial arts training. Why can't he recuperate after being injured, and he still has to practice his three-story sword? He is not afraid of his future in martial arts.
What irreparable consequences have been caused?
Sensing his doubtful look, Senior Brother Wei straightened his expression and said: "This tavern is different from many Jianghu sects. The tavern owner, who is the master of me and Junior Brother Fang, is a warrior on the battlefield and studied under the late Mr. Zhang from Qishan County.
When the master teaches us disciples on weekdays, he said, "When a martial artist is against someone, it is always a sure thing. When you are seriously injured, a martial artist with a level higher than yours will come to kill you. Is it possible for you to follow him?"
People say that they are seriously injured and have to wait for ten days and a half before coming back? The joke is, 'Since then, it is common for our disciples to get injured while practicing martial arts. Junior Brother Fang's injury is not that serious. He once broke his leg after a fall.
I still had to hold on to the knife-raiser, but unfortunately I still couldn't hold on, so I couldn't actually enter the main building."
"This hall is never short of disciples, and we cannot tolerate the uneven distribution of good and bad disciples." After saying this, Senior Brother Na Wei and several fellow disciples left a bottle of safflower oil damaged by bruises and turned to leave, "Junior Brother Fang, after you have finished entertaining this
Comrade, please rest early. Senior brother, I wish you smooth sailing through those hundred days."
"I would like to borrow some good words from my senior brother."
After getting up and escorting his fellow disciples out of the dining room, Fang Shi limped back. Wei Changpan helped him sit back on the stool and wiped the wounds on his body with the medicinal wine.
When Fang Shi saw Wei Changpan's actions, he sighed again: "If I didn't have my brother to rescue me this time, I'm afraid the sky and the earth would be inoperable by the seawall. Fang Shi would like to thank you here. By the way,
Haven’t you asked me your brother’s name yet?”
"Zhang San." Wei Changpan casually said the perfunctory name that made him feel a little guilty for a moment. Just when he was about to change his words and say it was a joke, Fang Shi said seriously:
"Fang Shi, the third son of the Fang family in Yuyin County, has received such great kindness from Brother Zhang. If he can be used in any place in the future, he will do it regardless of whether he is in the south or the north."
Hearing what Fang Shi said, Wei Changpan waved his hands and said, "It's just a trivial matter. Brother Fang is exaggerating."
"Everything he said is true." Suddenly a man's dull voice came from behind Fang Shi, "In this world, not many people are willing to do this simple task, but it is actually no small matter."
Wei Changpan quietly released his right hand that was holding the handle of the dagger in his arms. It was true that what this man did was too weird. It was clear that there was still no one behind him in the world for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, an extra person appeared.
Teach him how not to be wary.
"How many people in the Zhang family are still alive?" the man said hoarsely.
"There are not many left." Wei Changpan understood the man's identity, shook his head, pointed at his nose and said, "Of the three generations of disciples, this one is probably the only one left. The rest that I know are just the master's family members."