Taiqing Sword

Chapter 385, test
Shangguan Jinghong saw that Duanmufeng didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if the winner was really a ranger, he might die inexplicably or be made things difficult. It's not that Shangguan Jinghong looked down on Sixteen Martial art, but see too much of the world.

After walking for a morning, a tea stall appeared in front of him, which was already full of people. Seeing that they were carrying knives and guns, they should all go to the martial arts conference. Duanmu Yun pouted and said, "Brother, it's full, what should we do?" .”

"Third Sister, you stay here. I'll ask the shopkeeper for a pot of tea. Let's find a shaded place to rest for a while." After speaking, Duanmufeng walked away.

Not long after, he came back with a pot of tea and four teacups: "Come on, drink some water first, and Mr. Jing also drink a bowl to relieve fatigue."

Shangguan Jinghong picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, it turned out to be a little salty, and couldn't help frowning slightly, Duanmufeng saw Shangguan Jinghong's strangeness and said: "I asked the shopkeeper for some salt, and I added some salt to the tea. Are you not used to drinking, sir?"

Of course Shangguan Jinghong knew that people who walk sweat a lot, especially when walking long distances and the weather is hot, so they add salt to the tea, which is also called a big bowl of tea.

But to be honest, Shangguan Jinghong really couldn't drink, they were trying to replenish the salt, and Shangguan Jinghong didn't feel anything at all, after drinking a cup, he didn't want any more, the four of them rested for about half an hour .

Duanmufeng stood up: "Almost, let's hurry."

There are indeed quite a few people walking along this road. It seems that this martial arts conference has shocked all the masters in the Jianghu. Due to too many people, the inns in several nearby towns are all full, so the four of them had no choice but to sleep in the mountains.

"Mr. Jing, shall we rest here for the night?"

Shangguan Jinghong shrugged indifferently: "I don't care, anyway, I follow you, if you go, I will go, if you stop, I will stop."

Duanmufeng smiled wryly, he was relying on himself: "Okay, you guys clean up a bit here, I'll go and pick up some dry firewood!"

As soon as Duanmufeng moved his body, Duanmuyun hurriedly shouted: "Brother, when you are collecting firewood, don't forget to find something to eat. It would be best if you can find some game. I haven't eaten roast chicken and roast duck for a long time." gone."

Duanmufeng shook his head helplessly: "Understood, don't run around, wait for me to come back."

Shangguan Jinghong saw that Duanmufeng was leaving, so he made up a reason and followed. He saw that Duanmufeng was chasing a wild boar with a bundle of dry firewood on his back. , Duanmufeng turned his wrist, and threw a stone, which hit the wild boar's hind leg impartially, and the wild boar stumbled and tripped.

Duanmufeng quickly threw out another piece, which hit the wild boar's head straight, and died immediately.

Shangguan Jinghong watched quietly from the side, and couldn't help nodding. He knew how to use cleverness, not recklessly. He didn't look like he had learned the technique of concealed weapons. It should be his own groping.

Duanmufeng directly dragged the wild boar to a river to clean it up, and then returned to the three of them. When Duanmuyun saw his elder brother carrying something, he was very excited: "Wow, elder brother, what kind of prey did you catch?" , so big!"

"Wild boar!"

"It's great, I'll make a fire, I'll make a fire!" Duanmuyun ran over excitedly and began to pack the firewood.

Duanmufeng broke off two branches from the tree and set up the wild boar. Shangguan Jinghong frowned: "Do you usually roast like this?"

Duanmuyun nodded: "Yes, Mr. Jing, hasn't he ever eaten barbecue?"

"That's not true, it's just that I've never eaten such a tasteless barbecue!" Shangguan Jinghong pouted, as if dismissive.

Duanmufeng raised his head and glanced at Shangguan Jinghong, took out a small bottle from his bosom, knocked out a few grains of salt, and sprinkled it on it: "Mr. Jing, just let it go."

Shangguan Jinghong took it and took a bite: "Well, let's force it."

After picking stabs several times, Duanmufeng felt a little displeased, but he didn't say anything. Shangguan Jinghong nodded secretly again, knowing how to endure, that's right.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, before dawn, Shangguan Jinghong heard a loud noise, opened his eyes slightly, and saw that the three brothers and sisters Duanmufeng had already woken up, looking at the three who were packing their things. , did not speak, could it be that they want to abandon themselves?

So he kept his composure and watched quietly, and saw that the three of them were walking in unison, and even started to practice in the morning. If you say Duanmufeng still looks good, then look at Duanmuyun and Duanmuyu, they almost don't match each other. Hitting crookedly.

Shangguan Jinghong burst out laughing when he saw this, Duanmuyun looked back unhappily: "Why are you peeking at his practice?"

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hand: "No, I'm just curious, just curious."

Duanmufeng saw that Shangguan Jinghong had also woken up, and walked over: "Since Mr. Jing is also awake, let's hurry, the journey is not yet close."

Shangguan Jinghong stood up and patted the dirt on his body: "No hurry, no hurry, you have already finished your morning exercises, I haven't done my morning exercises yet."

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Jinghong walked to the place where the three of them had just practiced boxing. A set of Tai Chi boxing came out, over and over again, ten times in a row, but each time it was different, Duanmu Yun curled his lips and said: "Mr. Jing, what kind of boxing technique is this? Why is it like dancing?"

But Duan Mufeng saw a little trick: "Mr. Jing, just now I saw you punch this... this... it seems to be the same punch, but why is it different every time?"

Shangguan Jinghong nodded with a smile, and pretended not to know anything: "Huh? Really? Why didn't I notice?"

The corner of Duanmufeng's mouth twitched. Could it be that this person couldn't even remember the boxing moves, so he punched out randomly?

After driving for several days, it was the same, not only every time was different, even every day was different, finally Duanmufeng couldn't help imitating Shangguan Jinghong's boxing, but it was just similar in shape, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Seeing that the martial arts conference was about to be held at the foot of the mountain, Duan Mufeng finally couldn't help but asked again: "Mr. Jing, I have been imitating Mr. Jing's boxing techniques for the past few days. The strange thing is that every time I feel that there is something wrong. , I hope Mr. Jing can point it out."

"Oh? Really? You type it again and I'll take a look!"

When Duanmufeng heard it, he quickly resorted to it: "Mr. Jing..."

"Well, is this my punch? Why does it look different?" Shangguan Jinghong scratched his head.

"Mr. Jing, every time you call is different, I can only remember so much."

(End of this chapter)