fifth form

Chapter 131 Zhang Qian
"Boy, you sleep at night, how can this be a marching posture!"

Starting from Yanmen Pass, the end point is Chang'an City.

This is an extremely long distance, and it needs to be traveled day and night.

But the young general found that even with fast horses for transfer, their speed would not be fast.

One is that Zhang Xuezhou is not good at riding horses, and the other is that Zhang Xuezhou sleeps at night and cannot wake up even if he slaps him.

After a bad night, he only saw Zhang Xuezhou wake up in the morning dew, and he couldn't help complaining at the moment.

At the current speed of his journey, he couldn't make it to the carrier pigeon's mention of 'must go to the capital within three days'.

"General, I'm just an ordinary person, I can't stay up all night!"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched his waist, and touched his cheek that still had residual pain.

"I told you about this before going to bed," Zhang Xuezhou snorted.

"Then you can't sleep right away," the general said, "Even if you fall asleep, we must at least find a place to camp!"

"It's like this when I feel sleepy, I can sleep anywhere." Zhang Xuezhou said helplessly, "Please be gentle next time when you slap your face!"

"Your face was the result of falling off your own horse." The general resentfully said, "And you are no ordinary person!"

The general had never seen a cultivator with such a big defect, it was fine if he was not good at riding a horse, and he would fall asleep if he dared to fall asleep in the wild.

It's fine if you doze off, at least you can wake up to your senses, the other party is like a corpse after falling asleep, no matter what you can't wake up.

Whenever something dangerous happens, Zhang Xuezhou will definitely lose his life.

This forced the general to assume the duty of care.

He poked the bonfire, and kept turning a deer to grill.

Camping wantonly in the wild will welcome all kinds of visitors, the deer that hit his hand is one of them, and some poisonous insects that are not suitable for entrance are thrown a few meters away by him.

The current speed obviously couldn't keep up with the scheduled plan, and the general simply broke the cans, too lazy to eat those hard marching rations.

"I have a problem with drowsiness. I am afraid that I will be bitten to death by snakes and insects when I fall asleep at night, so I learned a little trick to enter the country." Zhang Xuezhou complained: "I am not a cultivator, right?"

"..."

Hearing that Zhang Xuezhou's practice was only used to drive away snakes and insects, the general was speechless for a moment.

Ordinary people can step into the threshold of spiritual practice at a young age, which is a one-in-a-million qualification.

If this kind of person is placed in the military region, some generals will definitely rush to get him.

It doesn't take too long, as long as this kind of genius has practiced for three to five years, the opponent will have a good skill in magic, so that he can contribute to the army.

Even with Zhang Xuezhou's problem of sleeping at night, it's the same.

Hearing that Zhang Xuezhou didn't care much about becoming a cultivator, the general only lamented how many talents were lost in the Han Dynasty.

If the huge talents cannot be gathered together and twisted into a rope to strengthen the Han Dynasty to a terrible height, border disputes will always exist.

No peace talks, agreements, or compromises are useless. Only a strong Han Dynasty can make the Han Dynasty stand on one side.

This kind of power will not be strong because of one person, but requires the cooperation of thousands of trickles.

The general is thankful that the current imperial court is making continuous efforts towards this road.

The recommendation of Zhang Xuezhou by Yanmen Pass was only a small case, and such things continued to happen in every place in the territory of the Han Dynasty.

Among them are mediocrity, liars, and talents.

There are also people like Zhang Xuezhou who are half genius and half flawed.

But when used correctly, these people can undoubtedly be useful.

He tore off a roe deer leg and handed it to Zhang Xuezhou, and took another one for himself, constantly introducing the current talent recommendation measures of the Han Dynasty.

"It turns out that our monarch is His Majesty Jingdi!"

Zhang Xuezhou listened for a long time, and finally extracted the only useful information.

He can't be the talent reserve of the Han Dynasty at the moment, and his usefulness is not enough to make people provoke a great conjurer in the Holy Land.

Moreover, if people knew that he was involved with the holy land, Zhang Xuezhou would not be regarded as a hostile person, which would be considered good.

"Yes, His Majesty Jingdi's hard work and love for the people is the blessing of our great Han Dynasty." The general said with a smile: "You are young and have never experienced the wars and chaos in the past. Fighting against the alien race, the deeds of his life can be described as brilliant to dazzling, let me tell you, 18 years ago..."

"The general does not seem to be very old, but he has experienced so much!"

As a citizen of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Xuezhou didn't know who the monarch was, so the general had to quickly blind Zhang Xuezhou, mentioning all the major events that Emperor Jing had done in the past.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou sighed with emotion that he blushed slightly.

"There are many things that I have never experienced, and I heard them all from my father." The general said, "You are not in the army, so don't keep calling me general, just call me by my full name!"

"But I don't know your name," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"Turn over the 'Bamboo Knot'" the general laughed.

"Zhang what?"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the bamboo slips and felt that the consequences of his lack of Chinese language education were coming.

He stared at the characters on the bamboo slips, and apparently found another character he didn't know.

"My name is Zhang Qian. If you don't call me Zhang, you can also call me Ziwen!"

"Fingerprint? What a strange name!"

"Zi is the son of a hundred schools of thought, and Wen is the text of culture and civilization." Zhang Qian said: "This is my Biaozi, and your surname is Zhang. What is the Biaozi?"

"Words?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about Zhang Erbao, who was named by Zhang Chong, and felt that his name was a bit difficult to come up with. He had just finished laughing at Zhang Qian, and as long as he said his real name, he would definitely be ridiculed by Zhang Qian in reverse.

"My name is Manqian!"

Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth, and used Zhang Manqian's name temporarily.

"Chu Ciyun, Lu Manman is so far away, I will search up and down." Zhang Qian said: "Your calligraphy is very good, it seems that it is also the calligraphy of someone with lofty ideals for you."

"That's it" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Qian is a beautiful word for people." Zhang Qian said: "The overall meaning of your word is very good."

"So, my name is good?"

"very good!"

Zhang Qian's attitude was extremely serious, and he even analyzed the name Zhang Xuezhou used casually.

Compared with Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Qian undoubtedly prefers to call him Zhang Manqian.

This made Zhang Xuezhou miserable, and felt a little strange when he was called by Zhang Qian.

"Just call me Xuezhou!"

"Okay, Manqian!"

After changing the address thirteen times, Zhang Xuezhou finally gave up the idea of ​​persuading Zhang Qian.

"Manqian, tell me what the fierce country looks like!"

Running on and off again and again, Zhang Qian told Zhang Xuezhou a lot about the Han Dynasty. He only felt that his limited knowledge base had been emptied.

After thinking about the remaining few days of the journey, Zhang Qian had no choice but to take the initiative to transfer the right to speak and let Zhang Xuezhou talk about the foreign land outside the Great Wall.

(End of this chapter)