Qin Hu

Chapter 62 Suffer for a while, enjoy life forever!

Zhao Zihu, who wears a crest with a plume of hair crookedly, looks very ruffian.

Not handsome, but ruffian!
For young people, this is the style that they desperately want to pursue.

The cold-blooded thirteen eagles were also in high spirits at first, helping each other put on their armor and put on their helmets to show off, but when they saw the two swaying long hairs on Zhao Zihu's head, they lost all excitement, leaving only a deep sense of envy .

Then, they surrounded Gan Luo unanimously, and asked Gan Luo to make them a feather crown of the same style at any price.

Zhao Zihu laughed aloud, and then found the gauntlet Tang Dao with his name engraved on the blade, put his hip on his waist, and rode on his red rabbit horse.

All that is missing is a Fang Tian painting halberd, which is the black and fat version of Lu Fengxian!
So he ordered Ben Bo'erba and Ba Bo'er to go back to the tent, find charcoal and clean silk cloth, draw a picture of a square sky painting halberd, and give it to Gan Luo to make it.

Gan Luo naturally agreed, and left after leaving the armor and weapons.

Zhao Zihu also ordered the station chief Si on duty to call Zhao Tuo and the retinues of the sharp warriors, and get the Tang and Song plate armor and Tang swords that were tailored for them, and equip them all on the spot.

There are more than a hundred iron and steel men, riding on a strong horse, carrying a bow, arrows and shield, waist and hip guards Tang Dao, holding a long spear and halberd, the sense of oppression immediately came out.

Scared a living person to death!
Especially Zhao Tuo, riding a white horse on his crotch, wearing bright silver armor, and holding a polished iron spear in his hand, he is quite like Changshan Zhao Zilong!

"Well, not bad, not bad... If this team of knights is taken out, the queue will definitely be full..."

Zhao Zihu looked satisfied and nodded, admiring again and again.

On the other hand, Zhao Tuo and Baiyu Ruishi were purely ecstatic. They had plate armor from Tang and Song Dynasties, Tang swords with hand guards, and strong horses. He became the leader of military exploits!
"Okay, let's all get off the horse, there will be plenty of time to show off in the future."

"Come here, Zilong. I'll teach you a set of foot combat formations. You can practice them well with everyone. In the future, when we meet assassins, even if the terrain is narrow and the horse speed cannot be increased, we can still dismount and fight on foot. One is as good as ten."

Zhao Zihu raised his hand to greet Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo froze for a moment, the skin under the visor was twitching crazily.

What kind of tricks does this clan tyrant play?
When did you learn the skills of a military strategist again?

"Young Master, we also practice infantry formations on weekdays, both large and small."

Zhao Tuo forced himself to be speechless, clasped his hands together and said in a low voice.

Zhao Zihu hesitantly said, "Don't make excuses, just look at my formation first."

As he spoke, he half-squatted on the ground, and with his fingers, he drew a simple plan of the mandarin duck formation, motioning Zhao Tuo to look at it.

Zhao Tuo took two steps forward and lowered his head to look carefully, but then he was surprised, lifted his visor with a clatter, and lay down on the ground to look carefully again.

He is a general who can fight, so he can see the practicality of the mandarin duck formation at a glance, especially suitable for fighting in narrow terrain, and especially suitable for dealing with assassins who cannot form a battle formation!
"The unique weapons in this small formation can be slowly built by the artisan battalion in the future. You should first master the changes in this battle formation before talking about it. It is related to the safety of my life and your own. Don't slack off."

Zhao Zihu saw that he seemed to be able to understand the magical effect of the mandarin duck formation, so he didn't bother to explain, but just instructed.

Zhao Tuo got up, bowed his hands in a heartfelt admiration and said, "Wei!"

Zhao Zihu stopped talking, and continued to learn swords from Xiang Liyue.

Xiang Liyue took a second look at the mandarin duck formation he drew on the ground, and secretly remembered it in his heart, and then began to teach Zhao Zihu the defensive and blocking sword moves, and asked him to practice together with the offensive moves.

Thus, the day-long sword practice has officially begun!
Still the same sentence, since you have decided to practice, you have to grit your teeth and practice well, practice well at the best speed, suffer for a while, and enjoy yourself for a lifetime.

This is the same principle as studying in the previous life. As long as you study hard, you will be able to take the public examination or find a well-paid job in the future, and live a chic and comfortable life for the rest of your life.

Of course, it takes more than ten years to study, but Zhao Zihu only wants to practice martial arts within ten days...

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In the evening, after a long and torturous day, Han Fei and the Confucian master came to teach, and Zhao Zihu and Zhang Liang finished their sword practice.

Xiangliyue and Fat Qing'er were kept by Zhao Zihu for a sumptuous dinner, and then they took their leave and went back to the camp of the accompanying Juechen, and hurriedly found the old Xiangli.

Just like yesterday, old Xiangli had just finished his dinner and was making tea and drinking in the tent, when he saw that Xiangliyue came back in a hurry, he seemed to be in a hurry, so he couldn't help being very surprised.

Xiangliyue's temperament is cold, even a little dull, but such a gaffe is rare!
"What's wrong with Yue'er? Is there something urgent?"

The old man put down the tea set and asked with a frown.

Xiangliyue subconsciously wanted to speak, but her red lips parted, but she abruptly stopped talking, turned to look at Fat Qing'er, and solemnly ordered: "Go outside the tent and watch, no one is allowed to come near, including yourself .”

Fat Qing'er was slightly taken aback, but seeing her aunt was serious, she didn't dare to be clever and talkative, she just raised her hands and said, "Wei."

Xiangliyue watched her go out of the tent, and then quickly walked to Lao Xiangli's side, and said in a low voice: "This morning, Mr. Zihu taught me a wonderful method, or you can condense the ink scriptures into a bag that you can carry in your sleeve. carry."

She still doesn't understand why Zhao Zihu was so mysterious when he told her how to make paper.

However, it was obviously not just to take advantage of her, there must be something else hidden in it.

Therefore, she also consciously hides what she can, and tries not to let more people know about it.

"Carry it in the sleeve? What kind of wonderful method? Overseas fairy art?"

After hearing the whispered words of the eldest granddaughter as if passing a spy, the old Xiangli was full of bewilderment, and couldn't help but complain.

Although from the perspective of future generations, the Mojing is not very large, but it needs to be pulled by a cart when it is written on the bamboo slips, otherwise it will definitely not be portable.

But now Xiangliyue said that the ink scriptures that need to be pulled by a cart can be condensed into a sleeve to carry.

It's magical!

Is it written on gauze and tulle?

Does that make any sense?

Absolutely no popularity at all!

Xiangliyue knew what the old man was thinking, so she briefly recounted what Zhao Zihu said to her in a low voice to the old man.

In the end, he suppressed his agitated mood and said, "Father, is he lying to me?"

Old Xiangli was dumbfounded when he heard it, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He nodded and said: "It is possible! Because the soaked torn linen, after draining and drying, will also solidify into a ball, or... superimposed into a piece that is not very strong. A sheet of linen, as he said paper."

"Now that I think about it carefully, I just need to improve the craftsmanship to make it flexible and smooth, and I can definitely use it to write characters!"

This is a conclusion drawn from the perspective of accumulated life experience, which belongs to the wisdom of the elderly alone.

PS: I'm a little tired, I will update it today, I really can't write the main thing.

To be honest, this brushing of the Baiyin League broke my mind a bit, and the code words are quite weak.

Brother, are you a real person or something, can you come out and say something?

Otherwise, I'm really a brush who wants to pretend!
Cough, he didn't say to help me brush it a few days earlier, otherwise I would have to PK with others in Sanjiang!

Or brush my old books!
(End of this chapter)