Poor Dao is here to ask for recommendation votes, all Taoist friends hurry up, bricks, flowers, clear water, smashed with all your might, immeasurable Tianzun In the Cheng Mansion, the front court and the atrium were completely occupied by two hundred soldiers who practiced martial arts, Qing Ji raised his spear for a while, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and went back to the back house, followed by the personal guard Brother Aqiu.
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Chengbi's house is located in Ludi, the garden is not as beautiful as the south of the Yangtze River, but this digging the ground is a pool, attracting living water, the water is tired of stones for the mountain, planting flowers and vines, but also quite a bit of scenery.
At this time, it is already April weather, the spring breeze is blowing, blowing a pool of spring water, and the red sun is shining in the early morning, and the waves are rippling.
A small bridge spans the water, with a wooden platform in the middle of the water and a short knee-high fence around it.
People here plant apricot trees all over the place, at this time it is the season of apricot blossoms withering, white apricot blossoms are flying all over the sky, falling in the water on the stage, and there is a light snow.
Qingji walked to the platform, stood with a spear, closed his eyes and recalled the experience of Qingji making a spear, and then shook his hand, raised the spear in his hand, and practiced martial arts.
The spear in his hand is a bronze war spear, the spear head is more than a foot long, the spear blade is extremely sharp, the spear body has oblique diamond patterns, and there are two lines of bird seal small characters cast by the wrong gold method on the top The tip of the spear is cold and sharp, making people dare not look at it, in Qingji's hand, this war spear leaps like a fly, like a dragon.
As a weapon, the rod of the spear is made of high-quality hardwood, which is different from the ash rod of the later big guns, lacking toughness, and can not shake out the gun flower, but the moves are straight and straight, wide open and closed, and there is a simple sound.
This spear danced in Qingji's hand, and the red tassels on the bronze spear suddenly trembled, which was even more terrifying.
The spear is bundled with red tassels, not for the sake of good looks, after the tip of the spear pierces into the human body, the blood gushes out, and the spear is bundled with red tassels, which can lead the blood down, if it flows to the spear shaft and the hand is slippery, it is not easy to grasp, so there are few people who do not bundle red tassels in actual combat.
Due to the fusion of memory, he made the spear movement a little sluggish at first, but gradually the movement became more and more smooth, a spear tiger and tiger, although he was afraid of cracking the wound, he did not dare to exert his full strength, and the power was already extremely terrifying.
I don't know when, Ren Ruoxi appeared on the pavilion in the backyard of Ren's house, which was a high platform, the platform was square, built with soil, and there was a small pavilion with four corners bent like the moon on it.
A gust of wind came, puffing up her big sleeves, and the apricot blossoms flew all over the courtyard, fluttering around her.
She stood there silently, a spear in her hand, and a pair of wonderful eyes staring closely at Qingji's every move.
When the banner of "Wu Guoqingji" was erected at the gate of Chengfu, the news spread in Qicheng.
Now that she saw the samurai dancing solo on the pavilion, she naturally guessed that he was the one who almost became married to her.
Because of a fate that passed by by a wrong shoulder, I saw him at this time, and I felt a wonderful feeling in my heart.
Suddenly, with a sharp edge, Qingji held a spear in one hand and raised it diagonally into the air, and the whole person stood there straight and straight like a spear.
In this exercise, he was full of blood and blood, his blood was rushing, his brain was empty, and every move and style he had just made flowed clearly in his heart.
He knew that Qingji's own skill in making spears had been truly mastered by him at this moment.
The spear stands in the pavilion, the surrounding picturesque scenery in the grass and trees swaying slowly with the wind, between heaven and earth seems to be the only one standing there fixedly, like the master between heaven and earth, Qingji can't help but rise in his heart with a heroic spirit: wake up and hold the murderous sword, drunk and lying on the knees of the beauty, the husband should be like this The ultimate goal of life that a nameless little person yearns for is nothing more than the enjoyment of wealthy beauties.
But when he stands at a higher starting point, his ambitions and goals will naturally be more ambitious.
This is a natural result of quantitative change to qualitative change, and for Yu Qingji, this is the case at the moment.
In another capacity, he would not have such ambitions.
When Liu Bang first started his rebellion, he definitely never thought that he would take over the world, nor would he have thought that he would be the emperor in the future.
Hopes and ambitions began to emerge when his power reached a certain level and the throne of the emperor was no longer out of reach.
In order to increase the legend of the divine right of the monarch, the history books will make up a small traffic station and the director of the police station to say the very ambitious and courageous words of "the big husband should be like this", as if he was indeed born to be a king.
But at that time, he had not yet become an emperor, how could there be a living official who followed his ass to record what he said, and this sentence was either made up to the historian after he became the emperor, or the historian patted his ass and made it up for him.
Or Zhu Yuanzhang is real, after becoming the emperor, he confessed to himself when he used the Fengyang dialect to pull the ministers with Fengyang: "When I pinned my head to the waistband pocket of my pants to rebel, I never thought that I would become an emperor one day." ” Xi Bin is like this, he got a new life through Qingji, and also inherited his responsibilities and obligations, but leading the remnants of the defeated generals, when he was dying, he just instinctively adhered to the path that Qingji had walked in order to survive, because he knew that if he didn't, the people who followed him would lose hope and goals, and they would inevitably disperse, and it was conceivable what would happen to the phoenix that had fallen behind.
In his heart, he originally had a desire to escape, and did not want to embark on the road of conquest to seek the country and seize the throne, but people are ambitious, when he gradually healed his body, and contacted the ministers of the Lu State, he clearly realized that he could only embark on this road of no return, and his identity was likely to become the king of a country, as long as he could fight and defeat Lu, all this would be at his fingertips, and the ambition would naturally sprout.
Isn't it, retreat is a dead end, and whether you want to be rich and glorious, Chu Ji dances in front, Yan Nu sings in the back, Yue Yan drums on the left, Qi Jiao Pan Zheng on the right, holding Wu Wa in her arms, Qin E lying on her lap, living a life that relies on the red and green fragrance, or the nine worlds, one Kuang princes, dominating the Spring and Autumn Period, or even through the advanced and correct political choices of the historical development he masters, strengthening the Wu State, and preempting the Qin State to become a powerful country that is most likely to unify the Central Plains, it is no longer an unattainable dream.
Qingji stood thoughtfully for a long time before he let out a long breath and withdrew the spear in his hand.
When he turned around, as if he had a heart in his heart, his eyes suddenly fixed on the pavilion in the back garden of Ren's house.
The eaves of the pavilion are upturned like hooks, lined with the blue sky and white clouds, like a heavenly palace.
A beautiful woman stood gracefully on the pavilion, looking at herself with a spear, the sky was clear, and the sky was as clear as if she were in the sky.
That kind of amazing beauty made him hold his breath for a moment: such a beautiful demeanor, I couldn't imagine that I had such a neighbor, whose daughter was she Ren Ruoxi looked at him quietly for a long time, suddenly raised his arms, the spear rose into the air, and the hand that was originally held under the spear slipped to the handle of the spear, she held the spear body in both hands and turned around, and a spear in her palm was like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, and began to practice martial arts, and spread it out in one style, and the subtlety of the spear technique was not under him.
Qingji watched it for a long time, and there was always a strange feeling, and after watching it for a long time, he suddenly let out a sigh and woke up all of a sudden.
Each move and style of the spear technique used by this strange and beautiful woman is actually a spear technique specially used by him.
Some of the corresponding moves may not be remembered so clearly, but most of them can be clearly seen as cracking the work that the other party has just performed.
Qingji's competitive heart suddenly rose, and after looking at it for a while, he also spread his body, held his spear again, and practiced with the woman in the air.
The two people are separated by a distance of seven or eight zhang, but it is like a real battle on the opposite side, you come and go, the grid splits and stabs, sweeps and shakes, and the battle is very fierce.
When it comes to martial arts, Xi Bin, who has inherited Qingji's memory, is of course above Ren Ruoxi, but it takes time to completely integrate a skill, and it is one thing to remember it in his head, and it is another thing to be able to quickly put it into practice.
What's more, if you don't regret the subtlety of your moves, it will be even more difficult to find out the flaws of the other party and save the enemy.
The most important thing is that Ren Ruoxi is a woman, and she is also a beautiful woman, it is an unforgivable sin for a man to lose to a woman, and it is even more intolerable to lose to a beautiful woman, so the psychological pressure of Qingji is heavy.
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And Ren Ruoxi does not have this kind of psychological pressure, the opposite is the first warrior of Wu State, who can fight with him, although he is still honored, Ren Ruoxi does not care about victory or defeat in his heart, and his moves are naturally more agile and chic, but he has exerted twelve points of strength, Qingji is nervous in his heart, and after a moment of effort, he sweats more than Fang Cai practiced alone.
However, this battle is still very beneficial to Qingji, through this kind of almost actual combat training, he makes the spear more and more experienced, the emotion is slowly immersed in it, no longer care about the gains and losses of a move, a spear in his hand to make a move clumsy, fast and ruthless, as if there is an invisible enemy in front of him, the spear picks and stabs and sways like the wind, every move and every style is tightly pressed to the opponent's vital point.
The two sides struggled for more than 30 rounds, Qingji stabbed another spear, twisted his steps, and made a move similar to the return of the horse pistol, and at the same time jumped up and stabbed Ren Ruoxi on the high platform with a straight shot.
Regardless of the angle and speed, technique or footwork of this spear, it is all shown in this seemingly simple but over-the-top spear.
The most brilliant thing is that he uses the power of waist and leg twisting to exert strength, with the help of waist strength and leg strength, so that this stab gathers the strength of the whole body, fast as lightning, and there is no warning in advance, and in an instant the spear seems to have pierced her chest, excited by the spear wind, the apricot blossoms around Qingji swayed and floated far away.
This is still his wound has not yet healed, so he does not dare to be too fast, even so, just looking at this power, if the two really fight face to face, like Ren Ruoxi's delicate and weak figure, three of them will also be pierced by this spear.
In the face of such speed and strength, if Ren Ruoxi is really fighting against him, it is impossible to avoid it, and the only way to crack it at this time is to raise the spear shaft horizontally and knock the spear that Qingji stabbed open, but with the speed and strength of this spear, can she be a woman Ren Ruoxi slowly retracted the momentum, put the spear down, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him prettyly, the pair of wonderful eyes stared at him, there seemed to be unwillingness on his face, and some little girls were not angry about being bullied, and the flying apricot blossoms fell on her sideburns and shoulders, and she didn't bother to brush it.
Qingji laughed, shook his wrist, made a beautiful gesture to retract, and then raised his arms and threw the bronze war spear to Ah Qiu.
"What kind of move to fight with her, it should have been a long time ago to use this force to reduce Shihui's ruthless move.
A cowardly woman like her had no choice but to talk on paper, a real battlefield battle, afraid that she would not be picked on the tip by my spear, but this girl is really beautiful, if there is a chance, I don't mind capturing her and fighting her with my spear on another battlefield for three hundred rounds, haha Qingji had ulterior thoughts in his heart, but his face did not squint, and he looked like a reserved and polite gentleman.
He took the towel from Zai Qiu's hand, slowly wiped the sweat on his face, and then swept the corners of his eyes slightly, when he went to look at the beautiful woman, he saw that the people on the high platform on the partition wall went to the pavilion, and the beauty was already gone, and there was only one day when the apricot blossoms were flying "Tsk woman, that's it, I really can't afford to lose" Qingji thought in annoyance: "I should let her":