A thousand mountains of wind and snow

...The wind in northern Xinjiang should be northwesterly this season, so it's useless for them to take the letter, maybe throw it away as soon as it comes out, then...

He Qian watched Zhao Shu run back to the direction of his dilapidated tent, and thought to himself, he was still somewhat similar to Zhao Changxing, and finally his mind was enlightened.

Zhao Shu searched for it bit by bit in the northwest direction of the camp, and as expected, he found a tattered piece of paper under the wheel of the cart, and he carefully buckled it bit by bit with his hands. Down, as if he had found his lost soul.

He Qian saw this guy lowering his head and sticking to the tattered letter little by little, but after sticking it for so long, it looked like a letter. Zhao Changxing's handwriting was still as beautiful as ever.

"Hey! Boy, are you the general's apprentice?"

"Not an apprentice, but General Cheng did teach me some martial arts."

"I've already taught you and you're still not an apprentice?"

"No, it's the teacher, but it's not the master." No one wants the general and the Marquis of Changning to be tied together again. If Cheng Lan really took over Zhao Shu's land, the relationship between the two families will be indescribable. I don't know.

He Qian clicked his tongue twice, "No wonder it doesn't look like Cheng Lan at all."

There is a saying in northern Xinjiang, one Cheng Lan goes in, and a group of Cheng Lan comes out, all of them are heartless, this guy doesn't look like this melancholy.

This person seems to always like to find someone's trace on him, Zhao Shu is also used to it, and now he doesn't want to care about it at all.

Suddenly hearing cheers from outside, He Qian stretched his waist, "General Cheng is back, there is a routine martial arts competition today, go show off in front of your teacher?"

"I still have something to write."

Before He Qian could speak, someone called Zhao Shu and said that it was General Cheng's order that all newcomers from northern Xinjiang should go.

"Oh, it seems that there is no point in pretending to be profound, but don't embarrass Cheng Lan." He Qian just wanted to pat Zhao Shu on the shoulder, but Zhao Shu lifted the curtain and walked out. His hand stopped in midair and wiped his hair , In the past two days, it seems that the hair has grown a lot, not bad.

There will be a martial arts competition every few months in northern Xinjiang, so that everyone can be prepared for danger in times of peace. The one who wins the first place can make a request to General Cheng. As long as it is not too much, Cheng Lan will usually Satisfied, that is, someone wants to go home and have a look, and Cheng Lan agrees.

"Maybe our general will be able to let you go back to Ningdu City." He Qian looked like he deserved a beating again. This person was originally a good-looking person, but for some reason, his words were so unpleasant. .

"Has General He ever won?"

He Qian's face changed very strangely, "I haven't won before, what's the matter, do you still want to compare with me? Are you feeding your ambition?"

"How's your injury?"

At some point, Lin Zhiyao also appeared beside Zhao Shu. He was angry, but he was honestly worried. After all, Zhao Changxing was just such a precious brother.

"Yo, Yaoyao, you are really No.1 in what you say and what you mean."

"Who is Yaoyao!"

"What? Isn't your name Lin Zhiyao? That's Lin Zhiyuan? Near?"

Zhao Shu shook his head helplessly, and raised his eyes to look at the person in the middle of the stage. Cheng Lan was not wearing armor today, but simply wore a black suit, just like what he saw in Ningdu City many years ago, his gaze Rui could not see the traces left by years of wind and snow.

"Master! Master!" He Qian pouted at him, "It's your turn, don't cry! Why are you hitting me!"

Although Zhao Shu has not healed from his old wounds now, he has studied systematically, especially under the tutelage of Cheng Lan. Like his idleness all day long.

He Qian glanced at the stage. Although Cheng Lan mainly taught him archery before, this martial art is not bad, and it can be regarded as dexterous. Zhiyao, "Yaoyao, you don't believe him?"

"Still a child!"

He Qian said with a look of disgust, "It's nineteen years old, how about a child? Why don't you take it home and confess it? At this age, his brother has been blowing outside. Why is this young master more expensive? Back then Didn't he want him to come a long time ago, didn't he just refuse to let his precious brother come?"

While talking, Zhao Shu won another game, but when he got up, he staggered slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Give up."

Seeing that Lin Zhiyao still looked like an old father, He Qian said, "Isn't this the newcomer who can fight the most? Don't worry, as long as Cheng Lan doesn't have a sudden whim and wants to fight him, it's no big deal of……"

However, before He Qian finished speaking, he heard Chang Yu, and immediately wished he could slap himself twice, he has such a crow's mouth!

It seems that no one has called him by this name for a long time. Zhao Shu was stunned for a moment, and threw a wooden sword for sparring in front of him. The name is embarrassing, is it not worthy of you?"

"No..." It was just sarcasm.

"Hey, hey, you haven't practiced kungfu very well in the past few years! Come on! Fight me!"

But before Zhao Shu refused, he raised his sword and attacked. Zhao Shu blocked it subconsciously, and felt that the wooden sword instantly turned into a silver blade. He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something. , subconsciously backed away, with a little difficulty to avoid it with the toes, but fell back a few steps fiercely and almost fell down without standing still.

"It's as bulky as a bear! Do you know how to stretch out your hands to eat and open your mouth while lying down in your clothes these few years?"

Cheng Lan had no intention of letting him go, and came again with a sword swing. The wooden swords met suddenly and rubbed like sparks when the blades met. There were also cracks on the wooden sword, and Zhao Shu's throat gushed out. Sweet, but swallowed abruptly.

"What? Don't bully the young and poor, and now you look down on me as an old man? Swing your sword! Are your brains soaked in a honey pot?" Another fierce sword, Zhao Shu fell back suddenly He slammed it hard on the pillar beside him, and stood up tremblingly with his hands.

"Admit defeat if you can't fight! Did the young master go out to the street to carry you to the battlefield? This is like a walking dead, do you want to buy you a coffin to lie in?" Cheng Lan cursed, and Zhao Shu was no longer I know how many times I got up from the ground.

He Qian couldn't bear to look directly, turned his head away, seeing that Lin Zhiyao was about to go up to stop him, he hurriedly stopped him, "Why are you pulling me! If you don't see anyone, you will be beaten to death?"

"Didn't you see what he looked like before? A walking dead? Besides, if you go up, Cheng Lan will only beat you even worse! Cheng Lan has a sense of proportion!" He Qian dragged Lin Zhiyao tightly and refused to let go He went, "You really want Changxing to ruin his brother just like that?!"

Lin Zhiyao calmed down a lot after being yelled at by this sentence, I hope Cheng Lan can wake him up.

Cheng Lan, on the other hand, was assuming he was going to beat him to death, but because of Zhao Shu's stubborn temper, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, "What? I can't stand it after a few words from others? Get out of here earlier! It’s safe to go directly to the underground! Save this half-dead look to come here to find other people’s bad luck!”

Zhao Shu slammed down hard on the ground again, but he stood up still, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't go, I'm here."

Cheng Lan's eyes softened imperceptibly. At first, he wanted Zhao Shu to come to the army to train him well, but Chang Xing refused to come. He also knew the troubles of Ningdu's treacherous city. There are many things to do, but I didn't expect that Changyu would become like this when he came.

Another sword strike, Zhao Shu gritted his teeth and held back his powerful sword, "Forgot how I taught you before? What about momentum? Has your momentum been beaten to the ground? "

There was another dense rain of swords while speaking, Zhao Shuqiang responded with 12 points of energy, but with his current appearance, if he was not still holding up his sword, no one would doubt that he was half buried in the ground .

The footsteps and movements slowly began to become sluggish due to the injury, but the light in Cheng Lan's eyes became more and more intense. At least now, these moves look a little more vigorous than before, and they are like overwhelming attacks with one sword. Go, seeing that Zhao Shu is about to fall like a kite with a broken string, Lin Zhiyao and He Qian are ready to save people.

But he didn't expect that when he moved, he pointed his sword at Cheng Lan's back like a ghost. In Breaking Ground and Rebirth, "You taught me that there is no hopeless situation in this world."

"Yeah, the desperate situation is just artificially framed. When you think there is no way out, you are the one who blocks the way." Cheng Lan had a rare smile of appreciation on his face, and the conversation started Turned, "It's just..."

But he didn't see how he moved, the back of the sword hit Zhao Shu's back in the blink of an eye, Zhao Shu didn't check and knelt down on one knee, spit out a mouthful of black blood, but his mind became much clearer , the feeling of breathless oppression disappeared in the heart, just like the tone of Cheng Lan when he watched him holding the heavy bow with joy, Cheng Lan said, "Teacher, I have taught you not to underestimate the enemy. Now, this is the general's place, and the general still wants to save face."

A rare smile appeared on Zhao Shu's face, and the look of despair in his eyes was no longer that gloomy, "The students have been taught."

Cheng Lan threw the wooden sword in his hand to the lieutenant, and it was just like a peerless treasure in Cheng Lan's hands