Qian Erye's house is at the north end of Qingshan Town. After exiting the gate, turn left and walk a hundred and eighty steps to the mountain path. In the eyes of Qingnang Warlock, it is a good place to get water and hide wind.
Money is worth a thousand pieces of money. Perhaps the former statement is true. Although the Qian family is not very prosperous, it almost monopolizes the luck of Qingshan Town.
When Wei Changpan learned of the news in the town and arrived, the hundreds of farm men carrying hoes and pitchforks watched with fear as dozens of horsemen formed a circle outside Qian's house and held crossbows on guard, daring not to make the slightest comment.
Qian Erye, who was surrounded by cavalry in the center, was holding the mountain spear, and his aura was somewhat disordered. The opponent was wearing armor and holding a knife. Wei Changpan, who had limited knowledge, only knew that it was not a Yao standard weapon, and that he had already had it with Qian Erye before.
After two fights, they were still calm and composed. It was obviously Mr. Qian who suffered more.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, a leisurely holiday that is supposed to be a time for visiting relatives and friends, someone knocked on the door knocker of Qian's house early in the morning. The old woman who opened the door while rubbing her sleepy eyes was almost frightened to death. I don't know when so many people came to the town.
A soldier riding a tall horse also said that he wanted to ask her master for advice.
At first, Mr. Qian thought it was a grudge from the past, but he didn't expect that he was here to ask for advice on the Zhang family's marksmanship. Without saying anything, an armored cavalry took off his robes and moved forward with a sword.
Such a seemingly ordinary and ordinary cavalryman is actually a fourth-level martial artist. Although he has two fewer acupuncture points than Mr. Qian, there is a faint bloody and violent aura in the sword. It is actually polished by killing people.
His sword skills are not afraid of death, and he is merciless when using the sword. Every move goes straight to the vital point. For a moment, Mr. Qian could only return his spear to block, but he was knocked back by the force contained in the sword and was badly eaten.
Small loss.
What particularly shocked him was that an ordinary cavalryman could have such combat power. Is this true for all the other dozens of cavalrymen?
The middle-aged cavalryman on the field put away his sword and saluted. Qian Erye smiled bitterly but did not forget to return the salute. He also did not forget to pay attention to the leader's riding movements. From the beginning to the end, he just sat on the horse and watched his every move.
He got a clear picture and his expression was cloudy and uncertain.
Gao Yanei was muttering in his mind at this time, whether the effectiveness of the Zhang family's gun for an army was exaggerated. How could it be inferior to the blade enshrined in the family in the hands of Zhang Wu's disciples? Or is it because his father was still brooding about those years and wanted him to take this opportunity to fight again?
Want to beat Zhang Wu? He was puzzled in every possible way, and he immediately underestimated the level of the Zhang family's guns. If he had known this, he would not have made this trip to test Zhang Wu.
A simple and shallow one, just step through it soon. The disciples are just unsatisfactory four-story martial artists. Thinking about Zhang Wu's age, at most he is just a five-story warrior who still has the power of death.
As for the text in the case files, what can a clerk write?
The leader of the horse stepped out slowly. The mount was a pure black horse without a single hair on its body. Logically speaking, it was extremely difficult to subdue, but at this time it was very docile. He understood that the other party probably wanted to fight first and then salute. Qian Erye clicked his finger.
After getting such a taste, I feel confident.
Unsurprisingly, although the man spoke politely, he straightforwardly explained his purpose. What he wanted was the Zhang family's gun manual. Someone among the masters and disciples had to go to the army to point out the moves.
The heroic cavalry captain's tone was non-negotiable.
Qian Erye straightened up his posture and talked about the rules of the school in a serious manner. He said that since he was not yet good at marksmanship, he naturally did not have the marksmanship with him. He had to report to his master about being appointed as the captain of the Cavalry School, and Zhang Wu was in retreat at the moment...
In the final analysis, it's just a delaying tactic. Qian Cai usually doesn't pay attention to details and handles major events extremely securely. But now, it seems that there is something wrong with some joint in the officialdom. He can only wait for a while to see if he can clear it up and find a solution.
To be honest, I just went to collect some money to ask for favors.
"Oh, it seems that the gun manual is no longer with you. It doesn't matter, just come back with us first, and then your master or brother will bring the gun manual."
In one sentence, all escape routes were blocked.
His beard trembled slightly. Mr. Qian knew in his heart that there was no room for negotiation at this time, so he didn't speak out those words.
"I wonder what I call you, young master?"
"high."
Damn, we really are enemies on the same road.
"I dare to ask Mr. Gao, can I talk to the general of this state..."
"My dad."
Okay, today I admit defeat. When Mr. Qian heard what Gao Yanei said, the little luck he had left suddenly disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and agreed. He just had to deal with some trivial things, please.
Mr. Gao, please wait for a while.
After closing the door of Qian's house, Mr. Qian looked at Wei Changpan who slipped in from the back door with a bitter look on his face, "After Master and these people leave, go to Qishan County as soon as possible and tell your uncle Chen the story from beginning to end.
Don't forget who is the leader
The general surnamed Gao, my younger brother, had a big dispute between his father and your master back then, and it would be impossible not to go through this."
"Don't be too nervous, kid. After all, you still take the serious path and won't be too difficult for the master."
However, as soon as this statement came out, even Mr. Qian himself was not convinced.
"You should pay more attention to what is going on in the brothel. Remember, don't let the officials and family know about it. If you hear any news from somewhere, go and tell them immediately... If the master hasn't come back in two months, it is estimated that
You have to go out and make your own way."
"Remember the first thing in everything, save your own life first, and then you can think about other things."
After giving these instructions, Mr. Qian couldn't think of anything to say to comfort his apprentice. Wei Changpan didn't have any words either. He just helped Mr. Qian pack his luggage, including a coat, shirt, jacket, boots, scattered silver coins, and gold sore medicine to treat external injuries.
No matter how small or small it is.
When packing his luggage, Mr. Qian passed by him, and there was a note in his hand. Wei Changpan, who understood it, quietly stuffed it into a crack in the room.
The luggage was ready, and the master and apprentice were relatively speechless.
Before going out, Wei Changpan wrapped the gun in coarse cloth for Mr. Qian and tied it to his back together with the boss's luggage. Even though his body was already so bloated, Mr. Qian did not forget to put a knife on his waist.
When Gao Yanei noticed that Mr. Qian was carrying a gun and also carrying a knife, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at the worshiper who had won half a move: "Tsk, tsk, it seems that Mr. Qian is a good swordsman. Previously
It seems that a lot of water has been put into holding the gun, you two can discuss it again when we get back."
A cavalryman has already brought two horses, one for people to ride on and the other for the camel to carry and salute.
Mr. Qian placed his luggage and then got on his horse.
"Don't forget to practice your boxing well!" Mr. Qian roared, then rode off with the cavalry.
The angry horse in Gaoyanei's bright clothes took the lead, and then more horses rode on the green hills, and they continued for a long time.