Changsun Jin looked at the slightly white morning light in the sky, and he estimated it in his heart and said to Changsun Hong: "It's past Yin time. You sleep for a while. After waiting for an hour, we will set off."

Changsun Hong nodded. To be honest, his head was still drowsy and his limbs were weak. If he followed the way he was traveling a few days ago, even if he was lying on a stretcher, he would feel uncomfortable shaking up and down the hills and up the hills. He had to maintain his energy.

But just as he was about to lie down, he remembered a question, so he asked, "Uncle Second, where are we going to change the salt?"

Changsun Jin took Park Dao, who was leaning on the side, and carefully wiped the blade with his sleeve. His expression and movement were more carefully than stroking a woman's belly. He heard Erlang ask, he was a little surprised: "Didn't your father tell you? Our area is hundreds of miles in a radius, and only Fushunjian produces salt, so we are going to Fushunjian."

Changsun Hong said "Oh" and remembered it in his mind. Bao Zheng's father did say it, but there were too many memories that poured into his mind and could not remember it for a moment.

He lay down again, facing Changsun Jin, watching him polish the blade meticulously, and polished it hard on a rough stone for a while. A short-handled sword used by ordinary people to chop wood and cut flesh was polished into a sharp and sharp weapon. If it was connected to the long handle, it would be a powerful weapon of warriors.

Li Hong knew a lot about history. He knew that the Song Dynasty prohibited hundreds of civilian soldiers, but the only one was hard to ban the Pu Dao. Because the Pu Dao was used too widely, the people's lives were inseparable from the people. The court could not ban it, so he simply put a hole in it and did not allow it to be equipped with a long handle, but could only be equipped with a short handle.

However, this kind of ban is better than nothing. It is only a matter of a moment to install a short handle and a long handle. Any rod can be screwed on the threaded mouth to install a blade. Therefore, a slash is considered a first-class popular item in the Song Dynasty, both inside and outside the Song Dynasty, and in the world. Almost every household has one, one for civil use, and the other for anti-theft.

After polishing the knife, Changsun entered and stood up and walked to an open space. Changsun Hong had already closed his eyes and was dozing. He heard the sound of him walking away. He became curious and opened his eyes wide and looked at it.

I saw Changsun Jin tighten the cloth strap around Ma Yi's waist, stand up, hold the knife with one hand, the long blade hanging from the ground, his feet neither side nor side, and then took a deep breath, standing still.

The summer night wind blows gently in the mountains, and when the sky is about to be bright, it blows down a leaf among the treetops.

The leaves float down with the wind, flying leisurely in front of Changsun Jin. When the leaves fell in front of Changsun Jin, a sword light suddenly rose.

It was as if the storm broke through the darkness. Changsun Hong felt a ball of light suddenly flashing in front of his eyes. The light was like a moon composed of countless sharp edges, dancing in the clearing ground in the forest. At that moment, he truly saw what a human sword is, and what a knife is like a human arm.

Changsun Jin, who was dancing the sword, moved as fast as lightning, and the figure in the sword light was even faster than the afterimage. He slashed out with one knife. Before others could see the shape of the knife clearly, the blade had turned and drew in another direction.

The whole person was like a pedal of a beating knife, dancing in all directions with the direction of the knife. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a person turned into countless people, each shadow was dancing. The blade brought a strong wind and rolled on the soil on the ground, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground and flying all over the sky.

Changsun Hong had forgotten his sleep, widened his eyes, trying his best to capture Jin Ge'er's movements, but it was useless. His eyes seemed to only see a shadow, radiating a sharp and cold light under the light of the bonfire.

In just a quarter of an hour, Changsun Jin stopped his movements, closed his breath, slowly relaxed, his face and neck were covered with sweat, and the clothes on his chest and back were wet with sweat, and he was wet against his body.

"Good swordsmanship!" Changsun Hong had never seen such martial arts. He witnessed it with his own eyes more shocking than what he saw in the movies in his previous life. Those Tai Chi masters who deceived the world and thieved the reputation of the free fighting contestants were not even worthy of carrying shoes in front of Changsun Jin.

Because he was obsessed with the view, he sat up unknowingly. The dog walked to his side and said softly with envy: "Hongerlang, your second uncle is so handsome! If I can learn one and a half-stage, I can become an officer in the imperial guards."

Changsun Hong was still unable to extricate himself from the surprise caused by the sword technique, staring blankly with his eyes open, and ignoring the dog's words one ear into the other, ignoring it.

While looking at Changsun Jin who was breathing, the dog reached out and poked Changsun Hong because he couldn't get a response, and said, "How is the matter I asked you to help?"

Changsun Hong was shocked by him and said in a daze: "What's the matter?"

The dog said angrily: "Of course, I asked you to tell your second uncle, "I will tell you about the things you teach us about kung fu before going out, did you forget?"

Changsun Hong blinked his eyes and then remembered that something seemed to be true.

When I remembered that he was beaten, his family was not in Shu, but in the Qinfeng Road Tianshui Army, far north of Xingyuan Prefecture. His father Changsun Hao and his second uncle Changsun Jin were both border soldiers, and the family was also local military households for generations. If we trace the root of the source, we can say that the Zong family army went more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the Changsun family began to serve in the northwest border.

For some reason, two years ago, the Changsun brothers took their wife and children and fled from Tianshui Army. They rushed to Shuzhong and fell into the area near Hezhou on Tongchuan Road. They made a living by farming. Because the two brothers were born as martial artists, they had good fists and feet, and they were also good at gunpoint and guns, rods and equipment. They were generous and had fair work. By chance, their brother Changsun Hao became the Baozheng in the village.

Gouzi was fourteen years old, and he was extremely itchy and energetic. He yearned for such a powerful martial arts figure. After seeing Changsun Jin's sword technique one day, he became obsessed with the devil. He cried and shouted that he would learn swords from Changsun Jin, but Changsun Jin refused to agree and refused to say anything about swords and weapons. If a good person learns, he will only increase disasters. It is better not to learn.

The dog was not willing to give up. He wanted to twist but didn't dare. Changsun Jin could scare the kid with a glaring glance, so he didn't dare to go to Changsun Jin and went around to find Changsun Hong, thinking that if you don't teach me, your nephew can't refuse to ask you to teach you, right? Then I will follow you with a stern face.

However, Changsun Hong's health has always been poor. The physical problems caused by lack of nutrition in his youth are far from being compensated by physical labor alone. Therefore, although he was accompanied by his father and second uncle, two soldiers with outstanding martial arts skills, had never learned martial arts. On the contrary, his family exhausted everything and sent him to the only private room in the village to study.

As for this long trip, if Changsun Hao had not even had a single experience after his son grew up, he would inevitably end up being cowardly and with little vision, otherwise he would not have been allowed to come out.

"I haven't forgotten, but my illness has not been cured. I asked at this time that my second uncle would not agree. I have to wait and say it." Changsun Hong thought for a while and said.

When Gouzi thought about it, it seemed that this was the reason. His name was Li Gui, but he was not noble at all. On the contrary, he was a poor man who had always wanted to make contributions in the army and make a fortune. But at this time he had no choice but to remind Changsun Hong to keep it in mind.

Changsun Hong was absent-minded and perfunctory, but he became concerned. In this era, cold weapons are popular, and firearms are still budding. There is a lot to do when learning some martial arts and pretending to be on the verge of self-defense. Maybe the dog's idea is not bad.

While thinking, he saw that Changsun Jin had finished breathing, put away his Pu Dao, looked at the ridge of the morning light, and a shadow was coming over there.

"Brother, I'm back." Changsun Jin greeted him and smiled and said to Changsun Hao who had disappeared for a night: "Great news, Erlang woke up and his fever subsided."

Changsun Hao was covered in dew, his hair was wet and stuck to his head. The clothes on his body were wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or morning dew. However, he was carefully holding a bag of oil paper in his arms, covering it with his hands to prevent it from getting wet.

"Is that so? That's great!" Hearing his younger brother's words, Changsun Hao's face, which was already exhausted, suddenly unfolded, and a sincere smile appeared. While handing the paper bag to the dog, he ordered him to decoct the medicine, he walked towards Changsun Hong with big strode.

Changsun Jin smiled and came with him. Changsun Hong quickly struggled to stand up, but was grabbed by his father who had been walking over several steps and lay down again.

"If you have some strength, you have to torture?" Although my father's words were serious, his eyes were full of warmth: "Why not lie down quickly. The doctor said that the most important thing is to avoid typhoid fever, and you have to rest. Today, you have to sit on a stretcher for a day and drink some medicine to get better."

"Yes, dad." Changsun Hong felt that a pair of iron pliers had clamped his arm, and a powerful force forced him to lie down. He couldn't help but have a new understanding of the power of his father.

"Brother, how did you find the doctor?" Changsun Jin blinked and asked, "Is this medicine expensive? Do you have money?"

Changsun Hao looked at him, turned his mouth to an angle, and whispered lightly: "The darkness is so bright, where can I find a doctor? I went straight into a pharmacy shop in Changzhou City, found a knife, and forced the pharmacy owner to catch the medicine."

Although the voice was small, Changsun Hong could still hear it, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, thinking: What kind of fetus did he get into? Who did he travel to?
Chapter completed!