Chapter 18 Section ten

"Langtu, Zhongmen, Lei!" "Left rear, half cut, left middle flat!" "Left rear, reverse body, chest stab!" The sharp sound of the whip exploded in the air, and the three-foot-long twisted leather whip hit the wooden stakes in four directions in turn. The roar chopped the stakes.There were protruding iron branches protruding from the wooden posts, and every time his knife hit, he had to avoid those iron branches and cut in, leaving a trace on the wooden posts.The wooden plow leaned on his horsehair harp and sat on the soil slope behind him. The three-foot-long soft whip was like a living thing in his hand, and every blow never missed.When he was a child shepherd, he relied on this ability to startle the sheep who wanted to leave the flock with a loud whip from a distance, but he sat on the horse's back and did not move at all.Lu Song, who was only one of the princes at that time, looked at it from afar and praised him as a general with thousands of warriors.

Mu Li shouted faster and faster, and the whip in his hand turned into a shadow. Gradually, he stopped pointing out the attacking techniques and swished the whip with his lips tightly pressed together. The sound of countless whips resounded all around.Seeing the young Shizi, naked to the waist, staggering towards the next target with a knife, he didn't stop saying that every time Asule made a mistake, the long whip would hit the wooden stake he missed continuously. Go up and order him to run over to make up for it. Mrs. Ying stood behind the wooden plow holding A Sule's coat, looking at her husband's iron-like face, she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare.

Asule gasped and rushed forward, a "thunder" slashed on the top of the wooden pile, and the sound of the whip had already sounded on the right back. He couldn't keep his balance, so he stumbled back a few steps, using the strength of his waist to drive the rotation, and stabbed Slashed in the middle of the stake, but did not avoid the iron branch, the knife was almost knocked out of his hand.He felt as if his whole body was filled with lead, and the heavy dizziness was about to overwhelm him. Countless whips sounded from front to back, left and right, and he spun around feeling dazed. Surround yourself.

It was as if a knife was flashing, laughter was echoing, and the sound of horseshoes was heard like a gust of wind. "My son!" Mrs. Ying's voice seemed extremely far away. He knelt on the grass, with his hands on the ground, panting sharply, his tongue was so dry that it seemed to be split, he tried hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva, the saliva was sticky like glue, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.He pressed his heart hard, it was a childhood illness, whenever he was tired, the disordered heartbeat seemed to shake him in half from the parietal bone, and it seemed like someone was beating his chest hard inside.

Mrs. Ying ran up to support him, and saw that his skinny upper body was glowing with strange blood red, and his chest heaved and heaved frighteningly. "Wrong!" Mu Li strode forward and tore Mrs. Ying away, "You should have used reverse splitting bamboo for that knife just now! I told you more than once, if there is an enemy behind Lei, you should deal with it." The technique is definitely not Zuo Zhongping! Take a closer look, you step back and swing your knife, and when you turn around, most of your strength is spent on turning around. Even if your Zuo Zhongping hits the enemy, what power will you have to split the enemy's armor? ?”

"Yes!" Asule leaned on the knife, gasped and stood up again. The wooden plow kept beating the wooden stake just now with the handle of the whip, and Asule raised the knife with both hands, his thin arms trembling unceasingly.His steps were floating, and he turned sideways. The light of the knife turned from below, and he chopped against the wooden post. The tooth knife made a buzzing sound, and his whole body was pushed out by the counter force. "That's not counting reverse splitting bamboo!" Wooden plow threw away the whip, "then practice another five hundred times reverse splitting bamboo!"

He held the horsehair qin in one hand, and grabbed Mrs. Ying with the other and walked towards the tent.The young Shizi stood alone in the setting sun, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, he wiped his hair and silently watched the setting sun in the west.After walking dozens of steps, the wooden plow heard the monotonous chopping sound again. He plucked the strings of the horsehair qin a few times without looking back. "Mu Li, you let Shizi practice for a day, is it over?" When passing by the nearest tent, Da Hesa's thin old face poked out from behind the curtain, shouting viciously.

Mu Li glanced at him coldly: "Which of Lu's ancestors didn't practice like this? His elder brother Guimu's milk was mixed with spirits at the age of seven, and he could cut four wooden stakes in one afternoon. Practicing knives, the blood bubbles on his hands will freeze in winter, and he dare not be lazy. If he is not forced to practice, he will be a wooden stake chopped by someone in battle. Now it is already light." "You old bull, the son is only nine years old, can you compare with you?" Amochi tried his best to tug on his sleeve, but the old man ignored it completely.

"In battle, what's the difference between a slave and a prince?" Mu Li's voice was as hard as iron, "The majesty ordered me to teach the prince sword skills. Does Dahesa understand sword skills?" He dragged Mrs. Ying, who was looking back, and went away without looking back. The old man looked at his back viciously, and spat in the grass: "I've been a dead log for sheep herding all my life!" He stomped his feet and went back to the tent, sat on the wooden cabinet and took a sip of strong wine. He still looked at Asule who was slashing with a knife in the distance through the lifted sheep felt, and shrank his head.The autumn wind was blowing, and there was no brazier in the tent, so it was a little chilly.Amochi pulled a short sheepskin jacket and pressed it on his back. After all, Dahesa was over sixty years old, and there were not many people who could live to sixty years old on the grassland.

The prince had lived in Muli's tent for more than four months, and Dahesa followed Lai in Muli's tent for more than four months.Mu Li did not lack this kind of food to support Hesa, but he obviously didn't like to see Da Hesa's old drunken face all day long.Mrs. Ying often cooks spicy yellow mutton and roasted mussel legs, and Amochi has gained a lot of weight. But Amochi felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.Since the son came back, the old man's energy is all on the son, the eldest prince and the second prince no longer come to curry favor with the old man, and other nobles also respect the old man, but the third prince Xu Dahan and the ninth king are still the same, and they can receive the third prince from time to time. gift sent.

Amochi asked insincerely, the old man was always humming, no one knew what he was thinking.In the entire northern capital city, there is probably no second person who pins his hope on this frail son, and Amochi doesn't think that the old man really believes in the illusory statement in "Stone Drum Scroll". If he is really so devout to the gods, It's not like divination with his lemmings. "I really don't know why the prince is practicing this chopping knife desperately." Da Hesa ​​teased the lemmings to grind their teeth with a few grains of hard rice, "What's the use of practicing the knife?" "If you don't practice swords, you can't be a samurai. If you don't fight, everyone will look down on you." A Mochi stretched on the bed, "If I wasn't too weak, Dad would not have sent me to learn astrology." The old man snorted coldly: "Do you regret it?" "No." A Mochi looked at the top of the tent, "I just want to ride a horse and hunt like my father, how majestic. King Xun, King Qindahan, the heroes on our grasslands, aren't they all brave warriors?" "It's ridiculous! They're all like Muli's barbarian ox. They only know how to straddle horses and wield knives, but they don't know how to use their brains in battle. People in Donglu say that we are barbarians, and these people are really barbaric, and they know how to fight bravely. Ten The Nine Kings may not be able to fight a wooden plow, but Qingyang’s divine bow is still the Nine Kings, and the wooden plow is just a general. It’s not time to be a king. Want to be a hero on the grassland with a knife? No matter how good it is, how many people can be killed? Stupid!" "Then Hesa, how can you be considered a hero? Like the Donglu people, you are shrunk in a stone palace, and you can't ride a horse. Are you a hero?" "Actually, the most hero is to count the astrology, and be a Hesa! If you say auspicious, you are auspicious, and if you say dangerous, you are dangerous. You can follow your orders when you go out to fight and herd. If you feed a lemming, someone will make offerings to you." The old man took one from the pouch in his waist The black millet and a piece of naked oats came out and were thrown into the lemming's small cage. The little thing's black eyes widened, its little paws hugged it, and stared at the two grains. "What's the matter this time?" The old man scratched his bald head: "The Huluba family gave birth to a little grandson, and their master gave me a gift and asked me to name the child. I think if Badai chooses black millet, I will call him Heyoujin. If he chooses naked oats, I will call him Just call him Bochier." "Heyoujin, what do you mean? What does Bochier mean?" For hundreds of years, the barbarians have learned more and more about Donglu's culture. The nobles have changed Donglu's name one after another, and they have long spoken in Donglu's accent.The barbarian old sayings have been almost forgotten, only the wizard Hesa ​​who guarded the ancient books still know what those chattering old words mean.Amochi has been studying for several years, but he has never heard of the words Heyoujin and Bochier. "Have you ever been to the Great Lakes and seen those bald sea eagles?" The old man stretched his arms towards the sky, "Heyoujin, that is the bravest sea eagle, with its white wings, it can fly to the seat of Pantar God. " "Where's Bocher?" "The female sea eagle..." Amochi choked on his own saliva.The little lemming named Budai chose oatmeal, the old man nodded in satisfaction and shook the empty wine jar. "By the way, the majesty has been summoned for two days. Hesa, are you really not going?" "It's not an urgent call, it's okay, didn't I teach you? It said that I am very old and in poor health. I am afraid of being blown by the wind, so I dare not go out of the tent." "Over the Golden Tent Palace, the Majesty's companion has been here a few times. Even if you are really in poor health, Hesa, you must have something to talk about." "Let's just say that I fell off my horse and twisted my foot!" The old man stood up, touched his ankle, half of his body collapsed, and seemed to be limping immediately, and he scrambled to the corner of the tent, holding the wine jar and holding the saber Pry the tin seal on top. "Bocher is a good name." "It's very suitable for the grandchildren of the Huluba family. They know how to wear colorful silk and buy women from Donglu." The old man nodded with satisfaction, "I've always been satisfied with what Ba Dai chose..." He froze for a moment, the voice was not from Amochi, and there was no third person in the tent. When he turned his head abruptly, Amochi had already knelt down, kowtowed on the ground and dared not lift up.The curtain of the tent was half opened, and a dark blue cloak floated in. The heavy armor reflected the setting sun, and only the burly figure of the man could be seen sealing the tent entrance.The old man narrowed his eyes, and the wine jar fell to the ground with a bang, and he saw clearly a frightening white spot in the man's eyes.