Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 44
  Xiong Lin and others saw that the matter was getting serious and would not end well, and they were hesitant. If they won, it would be easy to handle, but if they lost, it would be embarrassing. They couldn't help but drag Qi Zheng and discuss in a low voice.

"Brother Qi, are you sure?"

"Be careful of falling into a trap."

"This kid is a bit weird."

Qi Zheng shook his head and whispered: "If you retreat now, you can't afford to lose this person. I think this kid is just bluffing. With his age of thirteen or fourteen, how can he compare to me even if he has studied under a famous teacher and practiced hard? "

"That makes sense. This kid is still young and must be a suspect. We must not fall into the trap."

Several people quickly discussed it and came over.

"Jia Cong, since you are so elegant, I will accompany you to fight. All brothers will witness that the sword has no eyes during the competition. If there is any damage, it is only because of my lack of skill. How about it?" Qi Zheng sneered, thinking If I don't chop off one of your arms or one of your legs, your sword skills will be in vain.

"I will bear witness. Isn't it common for us martial arts disciples to win a prize? No one is allowed to worry about it afterwards!"

"That makes sense. If you're afraid of getting hurt and getting red, why not breastfeed at home? What's the point of getting pregnant?"

Feng Ziying and others pulled Jia Cong worriedly: "Brother Cong, don't be too impulsive. You are still young. Why fight with him now? Won't you have a better chance of winning in a few years?"

At this time, Jia Cong had already forgotten Jia Mu's instructions. He was not a person who could tolerate others riding on his head. He threw away Feng Ziying and others, got off his horse, strolled to the middle of the circle of people, pointed at Qi Zheng, He hooked his index finger and said, "Remember to send the money to my house."

"it is good!"

"Master Cong is domineering!"

"The name of Rongguo Mansion has not been lost!"

The people around him cheered again and urged Qi Zheng again.

"Brother Qi, come on."

Qi Zheng took a deep breath, smiled coldly, jumped off the horse, and with a clang, the sword was unsheathed.

"Boy, look at the sword!" Qi Zheng took a lunge and rushed towards Jia Cong like a cheetah. The sword flashed like a sword and struck from above, as if he wanted to split Jia Cong in half with one strike.

ah! Everyone exclaimed, what a sharp swordsmanship, Qi Zheng is going to kill him.

Jia Cong smiled coldly, I have been practicing swordsmanship for a longer time than you are, and you are doing everything in front of me. The body was slightly turned sideways, and the blade of the blade was close to his forehead and slashed across his chest.

At some point, Jia Cong had already drawn his sword and struck Qi Zheng's wrist with the sword.

Qi Zheng was shocked. This guy seemed to be able to see through my moves and quickly blocked with his sword.

when! There was a crisp sound and the two blades collided. The long knife in Qi Zheng's hand was missing a hole as big as a peanut.

"Jia Cong's sword... is amazing!" Someone with knowledge in the crowd saw the clues and hurriedly explained to everyone, "The sword in Qi Zheng's hand is made of hundreds of refined steel. It's called Tiger Roar, and it can cut jade like a jade with a lot of money." I cut tofu, but I didn’t expect it to be chopped up with a knife. There is indeed something in the Duke’s mansion.”

Qi Zheng was also shocked and hurt. This knife had been with him for many years, never leaving his body, but he didn't expect it to be damaged in one move.

Jia Cong shouted coldly, giving him no chance. He showed his sword, and saw billowing waves of sword, dancing silver light, and mercury rushing towards Qi Zheng.

Qi Zheng gritted his teeth and persisted, wielding his sword impervious to the wind and rain, able to withstand Jia Cong's attacks from all directions.

Just listen to the two knives colliding continuously, and the clanging sound is almost continuous.

Everyone was dazzled by it and cheered.

Jia Cong secretly sighed in his heart. With this kid's little skill and the strength of his weapons, he could have been killed in just a few moves. Unfortunately, now that he dared to kill him, he didn't dare to kill him.

This is the disparity in family background and status.

"Die!" Suddenly Jia Cong shouted violently and swung his sword like a wheel, like a bright full moon, and slashed down in the sky.

Qi Zheng held the sword in both hands and tried his best to block.

when! The fiercest crisp sound since the war started came, and half of the broken blade flew out diagonally. Jia Cong's knife was already lying on the side of Qi Zheng's neck.

Qi Zheng was stunned, looking at the broken knife in his hand and the cracked tiger's mouth. He couldn't believe that he would lose to this young man. Then all the emotions of humiliation, shame, anger, and dissatisfaction came up together and turned into a contemptuous provocation. This was the only place where he felt superior.

"You're just a bastard, how dare you touch a hair on my head?" Jia Cong laughed, damn, there are people who are really not afraid of death. With a twist of the wrist, the blade stood up, snap! He slapped Qi Zhengjun hard on the face.

ah! Qi Zheng let out a scream and fell down in response to the knife. His face was covered in blood, and his side was suddenly swollen. All the soldiers rushed to rush to protect him.

"How dare you compete with my descendants from Rongguo with such skill?" Jia Cong spat on him, got on his horse, cupped his fists and said, "Today, all my brothers have witnessed that this kid Qi Zheng lost ten thousand taels of silver to me. If he defaults on his debt, you will call him a son of a bitch from now on."

drive! Jia Cong picked up the reins of his horse and left first.

Xiong Lin and others were attracted by his momentum and unconsciously moved out of the way, watching Jia Cong and others walk away.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, all talking about Jia Cong.

"Brother Shi, when did such a powerful person appear in Rongguo Mansion?"

"I don't know either. Jia Cong seems to be the youngest son of the first-class general Jia She. He has a brother named Jia Lian, and I know him."

"I once heard someone say that Jia Cong was stupid since he was a child. A few months ago, he was enlightened by Duke Xianrong. He taught him martial arts in his dream, and he has become famous ever since."

"Is he the person who practices martial arts in dreams that has been circulated in Beijing recently?!"

"I always thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Not only that, you have heard his poems. The frog poem was written by him."

"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to say it's him? He is a versatile man in both civil and military affairs."

"There is also a message for Han Xingquan Bucha, I will recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!"

"It's amazing. It's true that heroes come from young. It seems that as long as he doesn't die young, the Rongguo lineage is likely to regain its glory in his hands."

Jia Cong led Feng Ziying and others down the hillside, carefully observing the layout of the camp and confirming it with the military strategy in his mind.

Feng, Chen, Wei, Han and others were still immersed in their dreamlike victory. They kept asking Jia Cong where his martial arts came from, whether he had a bet of 10,000 taels of silver, and what kind of knife he had in his hand.

Jia Cong smiled and handed the knife to them for appreciation, and said: "I told you earlier, my master taught me martial arts in a dream, and it's useless for you to learn it. As for the bet, I am absolutely sure that I can beat him, so why prepare money? I I only know that this knife is made of high-quality steel from the edge of the West Sea. What is its name? I would like to ask you brothers to identify it for me."

Feng Ziying and others held the knife and admired it over and over again, sighing: "This knife has been chopped just now, and the edge is not even damaged at all. This kind of magic weapon is probably worth tens of thousands of gold. This inscription... what do you think it is?"

Seeing that these young masters were not very educated, Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh and said: "I thought I was the only one who couldn't read, but I didn't expect that you didn't know them either."

Wei Ruolan smiled and said: "This inscription seems to be seal script, but also seems to be gold inscription. I can barely recognize one character 'green', and the other character is too complicated and I don't recognize it."

"Brothers with rich family backgrounds, can you give me some pointers to the wonders of this camp?" Jia Cong asked, pointing to the camp ahead.

Feng Ziying said with a smile: "I only know a little bit about it. The Art of War says that an army likes to be high and hates to be low. It values ​​Yang and despises Yin. To maintain health and be practical, and the army is free from all kinds of diseases, it is said that it will win. Hills and embankments must be located in the Yang. And carry it on the right side. The advantage of this weapon is the help of the ground.

Look at the camp ahead. It is located on the gentle slope of the southern foot of the mountain, with the mountain at its back and the lake in front. It has no worries and easy access to water and grass. This is a good place for health care and a commanding position. "

Chen Yejun continued: "Look at the majestic tent in the center, which is His Majesty's residence. It is like Beichen, surrounded by stars.

Its outer perimeter is fortified layer by layer, with mixed but not chaotic and well-proportioned arrangements. It not only ensures that the camp rooms are convenient and accessible in all directions, but also ensures that no road can directly lead to His Majesty's camp. The five armies in the front, rear, left, right and center are like petals, distributed in all directions, firmly protecting the center. . "

Wei Ruolan said: "The methods of camping are ever-changing, but there are always certain rules that will not change. For example, there is a lot of knowledge about how these tens of thousands of people eat, drink and relieve themselves.

In addition to building barracks, trenches, watchtowers, and fence walls, sufficient firewood and fodder must be prepared in advance, and sufficient manure pits must be dug downwind. Otherwise, tens of thousands of people would defecate everywhere without fighting, and they would be poisoned to death. "

Han Qi smiled and said: "Fortunately, these errands have been arranged in advance in the Beijing camp. Otherwise, we would be exhausted if we had to set up camp by ourselves."

Jia Cong was very interested in what he heard and unknowingly entered the camp. Following the sergeant's guidance, he found the barracks of the Eight Dukes' residence in the northwest of the central tent.

Seeing a wooden sign stuck outside a huge tent with the words "Rongguo Mansion" written on it, Jia Cong hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in. He saw that there were tables, chairs and beds inside. Although it was simple, it looked quite solid.

Ming Wangcai and other boys went to make the bed, boil water, and feed the horses. Jia Cong was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, thinking about the ten thousand taels of silver he had just won. With so many people watching, Qingyang Hou should not dare to default on his debt. ,hey-hey.

My butt was still hot from sleep when I suddenly saw Jia Zhen walking in worriedly. She rubbed her hands and asked, "Brother Cong, I heard that you beat the Prince of Qingyang?"

(End of this chapter)