Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 877 Meeting
The next day, early in the morning.

When Mujing got up from the wing room in the backyard of the post station, his back was sore and his legs were cramping. This place was not just uncomfortable, but especially uncomfortable. Fortunately, it didn’t rain. If it rained, Mujing felt that he would still be a drowned chicken possibility.

He has the habit of practicing martial arts in the morning, fighting on the battlefield, nothing is as reliable as his own martial arts, so he has never lost his own martial arts. Cheng, a first-class warrior.

In the empty courtyard of the post station, he punched hard, and his whole body felt refreshed.

"Jin Jiu, come on, let's fight against each other!"

Mu Jing suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at Jin Jiu, the captain of the Shenwei Battalion standing in front of him.

"My lord, it's not good!"

Jin Jiu was the first Taiping Shenwei who followed Zhang Ning to follow the Mu family. He was young, aggressive, and had a lot of room for improvement. Over the years, the old Taiping Shenwei generals basically either died in battle or retired to Jingping Armed Forces Hall.

His kung fu can be regarded as first-class, second only to Zhang Huo, and only half a step away from Nei Jin Ning Gang. He is currently the captain of the Shenwei Battalion.

"Come if I tell you!" Mu Jing said proudly, "Today I will show you what a late bloomer is!"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Jin Jiuke didn't have much fear of Mujing. To put it bluntly, the old Taiping guards were all loyal to Zhang Ning, and it was the newly recruited rangers who were loyal to Mujing.

Jin Jiu's weapon is naturally Taiping Hook, but he is also good at using the sword. His swordsmanship is a bit elegant, and the way of the ranger is fast and gorgeous, lacking in lethality.

And Mujing's sword technique is the real killing sword.

This is taught by Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong is proficient in sword and arrow techniques, but at his level of martial arts, he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts, and teaching a warrior like Mu Jing is as easy as flipping the palm of his hand.

However, Huang Zhong was different from Jin Jiu, who was born in the Taiping Dao and had a direct lineage. He was also a ranger, but most of his martial arts were honed in the army, and his killing intent was obvious in his sword moves.

The two fought for more than thirty rounds, and Jin Jiu had already been suppressed due to the momentum. Mu Jing's sword was as fierce as a tiger and as violent as rain.

"Taiping Hook!"

In the end, Jin Jiu really couldn't stop Mu Jing's sword move, so he could only be forced to use his own weapon. With the iron hook, his inner strength exploded, and he forced Mu Jing back with one move.

Shocked by the powerful force, Mu Jing retreated five or six steps in a row before gaining a firm foothold, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that my internal energy is still not as good as yours. I can't hold back your strength!"

Martial arts are nothing more than inner breath and tricks. Inner breath is the foundation, and tricks are the skills to exert strength. His swordsmanship is good, but compared with Jin Jiu, the inner breath is a bit far behind.

Jin Jiu couldn't explode his strength with a sword, but with the peace hook, he felt that he couldn't block three moves at most, and Jin Jiu would give him a second.

"My lord is not very old. I will study hard and practice hard in the future, and I still have the hope of climbing to the peak of martial arts!"

Jin Jiu cupped his hands and said.

"The aptitude for practicing martial arts is not as good as human beings. In Huang Hansheng's words, if it weren't for You Ji who often used herbal medicines to strengthen my body and strengthen my body, I'm afraid I'm just a third-rate martial artist now!"

Mujing smiled wryly.

Some things are really innate, such as Zhang Ning, her martial arts qualifications are many times better than Mu Jing's. With the same set of swordsmanship, Mu Jing can only feel a little bit of artistic conception after ten days of practice. It has been understood.

There is no comparison.

"My lord, Shamoke has entered the city!" Lei Hu quickly walked across the corridor, walked into the school yard of the station courtyard, and said with hands clasped.

"It seems that I underestimated him!"

Mujing wiped off his sweat: "Since he has the guts to come in, we have to meet him for a while!"

"I'll go meet him!"

Lei Hu said.

"No!" Mu Jing said, "I'll go in person, etiquette is mutual, he Samok knows etiquette, we have to do it more carefully, if he dares to come in, I dare to greet him in person!"

With that said, Mu Jing went back to the wing room in the courtyard and changed into a set of crown clothes, and then left the gate of the inn.

Sha Moke and his party were unconventional, and they all carried different weapons. They looked vicious, so as soon as they entered the door, they were surrounded by patrolling guards from Fuling County.

Now the county soldier model has been abolished and replaced by the six-door arresters. Basically, every city has six-door officials to recruit arresters and maintain law and order.

But these arresters don't have the strength of marching soldiers, and it's okay to maintain law and order at ordinary times, but facing a murderer like Sha Moke, they will die if they go up, so they just surround them instead of arresting them, and they are dispatching bows and crossbows.

"Is this the hospitality of the Han people?"

Sha Moke held a barbed thorn bone in his hand, which was a different kind of mace, and he had a fierce aura on his body, with the intention of killing and cutting, covering a radius of tens of meters.

"Who are you?"

Yu Ping is the fast catcher, he is the best in martial arts among the six schools in Fuling, and he is good at using a boshou knife. He is carefully looking at the barbarian youth in front of him.

"Don't be rude!"

Mu Jing stepped forward and said with a smile: "This is my guest!"

"Meet Marquis Ming!"

Yu Ping followed the county magistrate to welcome Mu Jing yesterday, so he naturally recognized Mu Jing and quickly saluted.

"Minghou?"

"Master Minghou has come to our Fuling!"

Many onlookers shouted.

"It's fine if you're the arrester of Six Doors. Since this is the case, you are responsible for keeping today's matter a secret, and no one will let it out!" Mu Jing looked at Yu Ping and said in a deep voice.

"promise!"

Yu Ping nodded.

Then Mujing said to Sha Moke: "The barbarian king, do as the Romans do, you have so many people, armed with weapons, you are fierce, I don't know, I thought you were some kind of murderer, the world of our Han people is peaceful, everyone But they are all friendly!"

"You are Hanting Minghou?"

Shamoke stared at Mujing with his giant eyes like copper bells. Although he knew that Mujing was a little young, he still seemed a little disappointed. The barbarians looked at people, and the first impression was that heroes were judged by bravery, so Mujing looked a little weak no matter what.

"Yes, I am Minghou Mujing. I heard that Man Wang is good at wine. Today I will treat you to a drink!" Mujing said with a smile.

"Okay!"

Shamoko responded provocatively.

In the courtyard of the post station, there are bamboo mats on the floor, a small stove is turned on, and a few people next to them are warming the wine, while Mu Jing and Sha Moke have already taken their seats, Mu Jing is kneeling, and Sha Moke is much more casual.

"Aren't you Han people very rich, why do you live in such a simple place!" Shamoke looked at the post and said.

"The Han people are not rich!" Mu Jing said in a deep voice: "We Han people do have the most fertile land, but our population is also right. Most of the people sometimes live worse than you barbarians!"

"I don't believe it!"

Shamoke said: "We barbarians, all came here hungry. In winter, we even have to eat the leaves in the forest. How miserable are these days!"

"Since you know you can't live in the woods, why don't you come out!"

Mu Jing asked.

"It's easy to say!" Shamoke said: "We are barbarians, and we are born to be the enemy of the Han people. As long as we show up, the Han people will regard us as enemies, and they will fight or kill us!"

His voice was heavy: "200 years ago, our Barbarian Prime Minister Shan Cheng once led his people out of the barren mountain, but in the end, the barbarian king was killed, and the warriors were killed. Since then, the five The river fell, the warriors of various tribes were killed and injured, and they didn't even dare to live together. It's been 200 years, and we have only recovered a little bit of vitality!"

"I've heard about it!" Mu Jing said, "Back then he rejected the Han army on the north bank of the Yuanjiang River and defeated my great Han General Fubo. When he finally negotiated peace, he was trapped and killed. Otherwise, the Wuxi Man would have been able to leave back then. Out!"

"You Han people, you all say one thing and do another!"

Samoko said coldly.

This period of history dealt a heavy blow to the Wuxi Man, which made the Wuxi Man dare not even go out of the mountains in these years, and countless people died of starvation and illness every year.

(End of this chapter)