Soldiers come to the world

Cai Xun glanced at Cai Jin who was poking his head at the gate of the courtyard. Cai Jin was his own grandson, whom he always loved very much, so he smiled and said, "Does it have something to do with Jin'er?"

"It has something to do with him."

Cai Mao turned his head and waved, Cai Jin quickly walked into the yard, knelt down and kowtowed three times, "Grandson Cai Jin, kowtow to grandpa!"

Cai Xun chuckled, "Did you get into some serious trouble? Your uncle came to tell me about you."

"Grandson didn't cause trouble, because Second Young Master Cong asked me to do something for him, and grandson felt that the matter was so important that he dared not agree without authorization."

Cai Jin also reported the Xuanlin Sword to his grandfather one by one, Cai Xun frowned, and asked Cai Mao with some dissatisfaction, "Do you want to ask me about this little thing?"

Cai Hao hurriedly said: "Because my nephew always thinks that this Liu Jing is extraordinary, he has a very good relationship with Liu Bei, and Jing Sheng gave him the Xuanlin Sword again, there is a lot of meaning in it, in a few years, this Liu Jing will be gone He will become an adult, and he will be reused by Jingsheng. I am very worried that Liu Bei will infiltrate Jingzhou through him, and he will even become the lord of Jingzhou, so..."

I didn't go on with the rest of the words, but the meaning was very clear. Cai Mao wanted to take this opportunity to eradicate Liu Jing, a potential threat, and nip the threat in the bud.

Cai Xun slowly loosened the ground with a small hoe and crushed the caked soil. After a long time, he said slowly, "After all, he is Liu Jingsheng's nephew, so don't go too far."

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In Liu Jing's small courtyard, Uncle Meng was sitting on a small bearded stool by the well, washing the dishes, while looking helplessly at Liu Hu who was screaming in excitement in the courtyard, this big fool jumped into the courtyard like a frog , Shouting to find the son to compete with swords.

Anyway, he's also the elder brother, so let's exchange a few words and greet the brother, and it's not too late to talk about sword fighting!Even if you don't know how to exchange greetings or greetings, at least you have to let the young master know who you are, and there is no such thing as the same sentence over and over again, to compete with swords, if you don't know him yourself, you will think this is a robber entering the house!

But the young master seemed very willing to compete with this stupid big man, and the two did not say a word of brotherly affection before they started.

What Liu Hu used was a blunt sword, which was at least five feet long and weighed twenty catties. Even though it was a blunt sword, if it hit someone on the head, it would still kill someone.

"Good swordsmanship, another sword attack from a tiger!"

Liu Hu's voice became hoarse, and he was extremely excited. It had been a long time since anyone had competed with him like this, and he seemed to have endless energy, and he slashed at Liu Jing with the big iron sword in his hand.

And for Liu Jing, this is simply a sparring partner sent from heaven. He needs such a powerful opponent so much that he can just test the effect of Luofeng Kungfu.

Liu Hu's big iron sword is like a stormy sea, it dances impervious to the wind and rain, and his swordsmanship is really good, while Liu Jing is like a boat in a stormy sea, no matter how violent the waves are, he is floating on the sea, never sinking.

He also slashed out with a sword, like a knife and a sword, using all kinds of exquisite power to defuse Liu Hu's offensive, and occasionally swung a sword, but it was so fast that Liu Hu was in a hurry.

After fighting for a full hour, Liu Hu was finally exhausted. He threw the sword, stretched his legs, and sat on the ground panting, "No more fights, no more fights, it's so fucking enjoyable!"

Liu Jing was also really a little tired. He put his sword back into its sheath, sat beside Liu Hu and said with a smile, "Brother Hu is amazing! I've lost this time."

Although Liu Hu is known as a martial idiot, he understands many things in his heart. He gave a thumbs up and praised: "You won, I don't know if there are hundreds of chances to kill me, you are merciful, unlike that Cai Duzi , cruel and merciless."

At this moment, a family member appeared at the gate of the courtyard and bowed to report: "Young Master Jing, someone is looking for you outside the gate of the mansion."

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On the steps outside the Liu Mansion, two tall and thin teenagers were waiting. Both of them had serious expressions. One of them was holding a black bamboo slip. These two were a pair of brothers from the Cai family. Called Cai Yuan, under the order of Cai Jin, he came to fight against Liu Jing.

The tradition of fighting swords in the Han Dynasty has a long history. In the portrait bricks and stones of Han tombs, martial arts is one of the important themes in the portraits, and the portraits of fighting swords are the most.

No matter the common people or ordinary warriors, all those who are good at martial arts come to see their superiority through martial arts competitions. Gentlemen also like to try sword competitions in martial arts. The Han Dynasty invited people to compete in swords, which can be formal or informal, like a gathering of friends. Fighting each other with swords is an informal form of entertainment.

However, there are also famous people who want to compete with each other through sword competitions. This requires a formal invitation, a date is set, and a fair person is selected as the match. The two of them will fight to determine their fame.

It is also possible to defer the battle, delaying it for a year or two, and then face the battle after the swordsmanship is refined. In the battle of gentlemen, you can wait ten years.

It is even possible to avoid the battle, that is, to admit defeat directly, but this method is not used by ordinary people. If you lose in a sword fight, you lose the skill, but not the person. If you directly admit defeat, it is the loser.

Today Cai Jin is officially invited to fight. The black bamboo slip Cai Hong is holding is the battle slip. At this time, Liu Jing and Liu Hu walked out of the mansion quickly. Cai Hong stepped forward and saluted, "But Mr. Jing?"

Liu Jing didn't know what happened, so she nodded, "I am!"

Cai Hong presented the battle slips, and said in a loud voice: "Cai Jin of Xiangyang heard that the young master's swordsmanship is superb, and he is willing to make friends with the sword. In the future, the time will be right, and the sword testing platform in the north of the city, Cai Jin is waiting for the young master."

Liu Jing was stunned, the name Cai Jin had been mentioned by Liu Hu just now, why would he somehow invite him to a martial arts competition?

Liu Hu next to him turned pale, and hurriedly pulled Liu Jing aside, and said in a low voice, "This Cai Jin is Cai Mao's nephew, a disciple of Wenpin, and he is ruthless. Among the young people, no one is his opponent. You can Take it easy and wait until two or three years later to fight."

When Liu Jing heard that he was an apprentice of Wenpin, he suddenly became interested and said with a smile, "If I want to fight, what should I do?"

Liu Hu stared at Liu Jing, seeing that he was not joking, he had to smile wryly, "If you want to fight, just take the challenge."

Liu Jing stepped forward to accept the Zhan Jian, and smiled slightly, "Please tell Mr. Cai, I am willing to make friends with him by sword."

Cai Hong was overjoyed, "Then it's settled, the next day will be the right time, and the sword testing platform in the north of the city."

"A word is settled!"

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Early the next morning, Liu Jing came to the Eastern Army camp again. The soldiers guarding the camp knew him and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Jing here to look for General Zhao?"

"Exactly! Is General Zhao here?"

"My lord, please wait a moment!"

The soldiers rushed into the camp to report, not long after, Zhao Yun came out quickly, and smiled all the way: "I was thinking, you should come to me, and you did."

Liu Jing was stunned, "Brother knows I'm coming?"

Zhao Yun nodded and said with a smile: "The story of the sword competition between you and Cai Mao's nephew has spread throughout the city, how could I not know about it?"

Liu Jing scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I don't know myself, I don't know who I am, I really don't know what to do, I want to come to my brother to sharpen my guns before the battle."

Zhao Yun laughed loudly, and walked towards the camp with his arms around his shoulders.

"Is brother hurt?"

Zhao Yun shook his arms and said with a smile, "I'm fully recovered, there is no effect at all."

Liu Jing let go of his heart, he was afraid that the arrow wound would affect Zhao Yun's martial arts, but if it didn't affect it, that would be the best result.

When the two came to the training ground, Zhao Yun picked up a knife and threw it to Liu Jing, "Let's do it again!"

"But... I made an appointment with the other party to fight swords."

Zhao Yun shook his head, and said solemnly: "Don't stick to weapons, a knife is a sword, and a sword is a knife, use it as you like."

Liu Jing understood this sentence a little bit, the essence of Zhao Yun's martial arts is not in weapons, but in strength, he slowly raised the knife, staring at Zhao Yun, his strength was stored but not released.

Zhao Yun saw that Liu Jing had completely lost the murderous aura of a wild leopard from last time, and had become concealed, so he couldn't help but admire inwardly, his brother is really a genius!In just one month, he was able to restrain his murderous aura.

He was very appreciative in his heart, but it was a pity that the lord did not allow him to accept apprentices, otherwise he would be satisfied with such an apprentice.

"bring it on!"

Zhao Yun gave an order in a low voice, Liu Jing suddenly had an attack, and he was killed like lightning, using all his strength on the blade, he slashed head-on, 'Woo! 'A gust of wind blew.

Even Zhao Yun felt the cold sting of the blade on his face, this knife was not easy to catch, he secretly called out "Okay", then took a step back, the knife slanted upwards, and saw 'Ka! With a sound, a strong push came, and Liu Jing stepped back two steps, but managed to stabilize without letting go of the knife.

"Not bad, great progress!"

Zhao Yun slashed at him again, exactly the same as last time, but this time, in Liu Jing's eyes, Zhao Yun's saber seemed to have slowed down. He had already clearly seen the trajectory of Zhao Yun's saber speeding up. He also accelerated, and there was another ear-piercing sound, and the two swords struck each other, and he blocked Zhao Yun's sure-kill move.

Zhao Yun also showed consternation in his eyes, it's impossible!It's only been a month, how can he do it?

The thought just flashed in his mind, Zhao Yun yelled, "Fly!" He turned from slashing to twisting, fighting with one arm, the huge force caused Liu Jing's knife to fly away, Zhao Yun swept his foot and kicked him out. Zhang how far.

Liu Jing sat up slowly, full of frustration, Zhao Yun walked slowly to him and squatted down, and said with a smile, "Do you think it's too far away?"

Liu Jing nodded silently. After practicing hard for a month, he felt that he had mastered a little bit of the essence of the saber technique. He was very confident in his heart. He never expected to lose so badly, so he let out a long sigh.

Zhao Yun smiled and said again: "Your saber technique has progressed so fast that even I find it unbelievable. In fact, you can resist me for five rounds."

"But actually I only blocked you for one round." Liu Jing smiled wryly.

"The reason?"

Zhao Yun stared into Liu Jing's eyes and said, "You could fight me for five rounds, why did you lose after only one round? What's the reason?"

Liu Jing thought for a while, "I think it's because of my strength. My strength is too weak."

"That's right. Your sword only has the strength of 120 catties, but I have the strength of [-] catties. The difference is four times. How can you resist it?"

"Then what can I do to improve my strength?" Liu Jing looked at Zhao Yun expectantly.

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, "I'll talk about this later, now I have to deal with tomorrow's sword competition, I don't want you to lose at the hands of Wenpin's apprentice."

He patted Liu Jing on the back and shouted: "Get up!"

Liu Jing jumped up, raised the knife in his hand, stared at Zhao Yun sharply, shouted loudly, and slashed with the knife sharply.

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