Will Ming

That little boy, with delicate features, had a half-smile.He held a hard bow about his height in his left hand, and held a feathered arrow with two fingers in his right hand.Judging from his appearance, he is about ten years old, he has not tied his hair yet, but he is not short, and there is a faint arrogance that seems reserved but actually cold and arrogant under his delicate expression.Standing on both feet irregularly, the body is as straight as a pine tree that has not yet reached the sky.

A ten-year-old child holding a hard bow that looks a little old and broken, standing on the official road to stop seven or eight men in their prime, it should be funny, but I don't know why, Wu Lailu, Li Sanfu, Liu People like Laizi just felt a tinge of absurdity, then shock, and a little unspoken fear.Seven or eight strong men, afraid of a ten-year-old child?

Bisheng is like this, so it seems quite weird.

The son of the tiger and leopard, although he has not yet formed a pattern, he already has the spirit of eating cattle.

The reason why Wu Lailu was a little scared was because he could recognize the origin of that bow at a glance.It was the step bow carefully crafted by craftsmen from all over the country when Emperor Gaozuwen destroyed Nanchen in the Kaihuang period.At that time, three years of effort were spent, but only a few thousand copies were produced.Others do not know, he knows.

"Young man, why are you blocking our way?"

Wu Lailu calmed down and asked.

He asked very politely. Although he was a little shocked and a little scared, he was confident. If he wanted to knock down that child, that child would not even have a chance to draw his bow.Back then... Forget it, what happened back then was just a nightmare.

The boy raised his jaw: "It's not blocking your way, it's just delaying you for a while. There is water on the road ahead, don't splash all over you."

Wu Lailu frowned. What he couldn't understand was, since Tie Futu wanted to rob the three carriages for business, why did he send a child out to stop the pedestrians behind?With the means of those horse thieves, do you need to taboo these seven or eight farmers?Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Wu Lailu understood.

"Thank you little brother, we'll go back and find an inn to stay in, and we'll be on our way tomorrow morning."

The boy smiled, very beautiful and clean.

"You are a smart man. I like smart people. But... I don't like it when you stare at my hand. I can see that you recognize this bow, so you must be wondering if I can pull these two stones away. Step bow, right? You think I'm bluffing, so you're not very scared, but you just pretend to be a little scared in front of a young man like me. In fact, what you're thinking in your heart is that if you hit me with that wooden stick, I'll Not even a chance to draw a bow, right?"

The young man smiled confidently: "Your shoulders sank, and your steps moved forward and backward. Judging by the posture you hold that stick, it looks more like holding a knife. This is the standard guard posture of the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty when they are about to fight. , and, you are used to using your left hand."

Like an evildoer, this young man pointed out the secret in Wu Lailu's heart word by word: "If you are not a spy sent by the government soldiers, you are a deserter. Obviously, the latter is more likely. Am I right?"

Wu Lailu's eyes turned cold, and his face also changed.He never imagined that the secret he had hidden for many years would be seen through by a ten-year-old child.The military law of the Sui Dynasty was ruthless, and there was only one end for deserters, that is, to be directly killed by the rod and bring disaster to the family. Although he was not a deserter, the young man had already guessed that it was not far behind. He had worked so hard back then After escaping, it was the first time that someone guessed the secret that had been hidden for many years, so he had the idea of ​​murder in his heart, although his opponent was just a child.

"Don't even think about doing it, since I've said it, I won't be afraid of you doing it."

The young man gestured at Wu Lailu's height: "Although you look as strong as a cow, I guarantee that I can shoot you to death with one arrow, and there is absolutely no need for a second arrow. Moreover, my shooting speed is definitely faster than you imagined."

His smile was bright, with a little... shyness?

That's right, when you praise yourself, you have to show a little embarrassment.

Wu Lailu's face was a little pale, and he tightened and loosened his hand holding the wooden stick: "Little brother, we will go back right away. Thank you, we will definitely not go north before noon tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the boy solemnly.

Liu Laizi didn't know why Wu Lailu was so polite to that young man at first, but when he heard the young man say that Wu Lailu was a military soldier, his heart trembled suddenly.The soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were all from military households, and their status was much higher than that of ordinary peasant households.Wu Lailu's family moved to Fangcheng Village from another place, and it was only four or five years ago.Usually, the old lady didn't look like a rural old woman, but she looked and behaved more like the mistress of a wealthy family.Looking at it now, maybe what the boy said casually is true.

How much reward can I get for reporting a deserter?

Liu Laizi thought about it and felt a headache.

Wu Lailu gestured to everyone, turned around and prepared to leave.At the moment when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man's right hand holding the bow bow drooping, as if he had lost his guard.At this moment, Wu Lailu's eyes suddenly became cold.He twisted his feet violently, and the soles of the cloth shoes made a harsh friction sound on the ground of the official road, and an explosive force erupted from his feet, and his figure slammed into the boy like a cannonball.

The moment Wu Lailu turned around and rushed over, he suddenly, in a daze, saw the corner of the boy's mouth twitch.

The left arm that had been hanging down was raised, and the right hand holding the feather arrow was placed on the bowstring, and the bow was drawn. The bow was like a full moon, and the arrow came out like a shooting star.The distance between the two was less than three meters, and Wu Lailu was confident that he would hit the boy's neck with a sweeping stick in one breath. His strong left arm had already been raised, and the wooden stick was raised.

When the wooden stick went up, his movement had to stop.

In less than a breath, he completed the actions mentioned above.But that young man shot an arrow.The young man shot an arrow and did not stop. He raised his right hand and drew out a second feathered arrow from the quiver behind his back like flowing water, drew the bow, and took aim.

The second arrow didn't go out, it was aimed at the throat of Wu Lailu who held his left arm high.

With a bang, the first feathered arrow was inserted into the solid official road behind Wu Lailu, and the arrow feathers were still humming and trembling, three points into the ground.

Wu Lailu lowered his head subconsciously, and he saw a hole in the water bag hanging by his waist, the water was gurgling, and the first drop of water happened to land on his feet.

The boy tilted his head: "You have killed people before."

He said.

"And, you want to kill me."

The young man frowned very maturely: "Unfortunately, you can't kill me. Besides, you have already made me want to kill. Although you are not a person worthy of my killing, I really don't mind using you to break me The killing ring. If you still want to kill someone, I don't mind if you face-shoot."

For a ten-year-old boy, it would always look weird when he said this.

Wu Lailu is not an ordinary farmer, nor is he just a deserter.He was just a young man during the Southern Expedition of the Sui Dynasty, not much older than the bow-wielding boy.The family changed drastically, and he followed his mother to Hebei to visit relatives, but was rejected by others.He wandered to Saibei again, and only settled down in the small village called Fangcheng a few years ago.If his life experience is found out by others, it will be another catastrophe.Although so many years had passed, Wu Lailu didn't want to gamble with his life.

Seeing Wu Lailu's expression, the boy sighed and said, "Not convinced?"

He put the bow and arrow in his hand on the side of the road, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, try again."

Wu Lailu raised his hand, then lowered it weakly.

"I think, I know who you are. Tie Futu's young master is indeed a young hero."

He gritted his teeth and said something, then turned his head and walked away.

The boy showed his white teeth and smiled: "Wait a minute."

Wu Lailu stopped, turned around and asked, "What else do you want?"

The young man untied his water bag from his waist and threw it to Wu Lailu: "I shot one of your water bags, and I will pay you one. You have given me face by turning back. One size counts for one size, and we are not the same. Owe."

Wu Lailu reached out to grab the water bag, tied the water bag around his waist, and strode away without saying a word or thanking him.The men in Fangcheng Village looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally followed Wu Lailu's footsteps and walked back.From walking all the way back to the small village that he passed by before to finding a rough roadside inn to live in, Wu Lailu never said a word.Liu Laizi wanted to go over to ask several times, but seeing Wu Lailu's cold eyes, he was afraid and didn't dare to speak.Everyone ate dinner in silence, and then plunged into the bed, feeling a little helpless, aggrieved, and unexplainable.

Wu Lailu sat on the edge of the kang, habitually picked up the water bag to drink water.

The water bag didn't belong to him, it looked a little dirty, but it was much more delicate than his original one.The first-class cowhide water bag, and some twisted Turkic characters.Wu Lailu didn't know those Turkic characters, but he knew eight big Chinese characters.These eight characters use Jincao font, and the pen is like a snake.

Drink water well and pee on the kang every day.

Below these eight characters, there is a line of small characters written in beautiful hairpin lower script, neat and beautiful, more like a woman's handwriting.

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