Chapter 543 Rubbing the Sword
How should a person choose to spend his life?
Xue Ling looked at Hu Beizong and was speechless for a moment.
Hu Beizong has made it very clear.
He knew Xue Ping and also knew Xue Ling.
It's just that Xue Ling doesn't know him.
In fact, he has no great friendship with Xue Ping, nor can he be regarded as his close subordinate, but the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. They are officials in the same dynasty, and not forming cliques is a kind of clique in itself.
Now that Xue Ping is dead, Xue Ping's daughter comes to him.
It was not out of the ordinary for Hu Beizong to ask what his next plan was.
Xue Ling didn't know how to answer.
"I think I won't be able to go back." Xue Ling sighed and said, "Since I left Yanjing, I probably won't be able to go back one day." "Even if there is, it won't be now." "Actually, I'm
leaving
. After I came out, I met some very interesting people, experienced some very interesting things, and even I myself experienced some interesting growth." Saying this,
Xue Ling looked at a golden handle hanging in the corner of the study room. The long sword in the scabbard: "This sword shouldn't be very expensive, right?"
Xue Ling asked Hu Beizong.
Hu Beizong smiled: "It's just a decoration..."
Before Hu Beizong finished speaking, Xue Ling reached out to pick up the long sword and pulled it out of the scabbard - although Hu Beizong himself modestly claimed that it was just a decoration, in fact, it could The sword placed in the study room of the Governor's Mansion of Liangjiang is not extraordinary even if it is a decoration.
Of course - Xue Ling wanted to confirm whether this sword had any special value.
For example, it's a reward from the emperor or something like that.
Hu Beizong looked at Xue Ling quietly, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in Xue Ling's gourd.
Of course, he was not worried that Xue Ling would assassinate him.
After all, I really don't know much about martial arts. I studied hard in the cold window and was a Jinshi. Although I have led troops to fight, I am an out-and-out civil servant.
After all, not every important member of the imperial court came from Egret Academy.
Xue Ling looked at the long sword in her hand, then stretched out her left hand to grab the blade.
"No!" Hu Beizong's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, but he heard Xue Ling's silvery laughter: "Look."
Saying this, Xue Ling let go of her left hand.
Hu Beizong was shocked to see that Xue Ling had just reached out and grasped the edge of the long sword. At this time, when he released his left hand, Hu Beizong was shocked to see that Xue Ling had already held four or five finger marks on the long sword.
It was as if the long sword was made of clay.
Hu Beizong was really shocked.
Although I have seen the superb martial arts of the Hive Assassin before, but how can I put it, laymen can only watch the fun, and experts can only watch the door.
In terms of martial arts, Beehive Assassin Zhao is definitely better than Xue Ling, but in terms of expressiveness, if you ask Zhao to pinch this sword, can he do it?
He can't do it!
But Xue Ling wasn't finished yet. She continued to reach out and hold the tip of the sword, and then gently broke it off, just like breaking a biscuit. She broke off the tip of the long sword, and then one by one, one by one, the girl His hands kept moving, but in just a few breaths, Xue Ling broke the long sword into about seventy or eighty knots, then held it in his hand, kneaded it with both hands, and kneaded the broken sword into one Big iron ball.
Hu Beizong was really stunned. When he looked at Xue Ling again, his whole expression changed.
It's probably the feeling of watching entertainers swallowing swords, spitting fire, and smashing boulders in their chests.
After all, this is probably what Xue Ling did.
However, Hu Beizong himself is not a master who has never seen the world. He knows that most of the performers in the arena are fake tricks. They say they are real skills, but in fact most of them are deception.
But is this Xue Ling's deception?
Hu Beizong really didn't know.
After all, this sword belongs to Hu Beizong himself, and Hu Beizong still knows whether it is real or fake.
"This." Hu Beizong could only say these two words, but he couldn't continue.
"So." Xue Ling quietly placed the big iron ball made from the sword's edge on the table.
"You have to walk your own path, and you have to walk on it if you choose." The girl looked at the face of the governor of Liangjiang in front of her.
"If one day I can't walk anymore, I might come back and ask Uncle Hu for help. However, if that day comes, I'm afraid Uncle Hu may not be able to help me." "But at least I agree that
Uncle Hu really is. A good official."
"In this case, if Uncle Hu needs my help, I will not refuse."
After saying this, Xue Ling turned around and pushed the door open.
Hu Beizong was left looking at the iron ball on the table, speechless for a moment.
After a while, he stretched out his finger and gently touched the sharp iron ball, and a drop of bright red blood instantly flowed out from his fingertips.
"Old Xue."
"Your daughter has really grown up."
... Outside Yingtian Mansion, Yan Jiu jumped down from the city wall using the iron claws he carried with him, using the gap between the iron claws and the city
wall
Friction slowed down the fall, and then he waited until he was close to the ground before leaping out and quickly heading towards the lush vegetation.
He was wounded.
Although Fang Bie did not continue to pursue Yan Jiu, Guang Jiqi and Hu Beizong were still deployed in the city. Although these soldiers armed with long bows and fire guns were not effective against the martial arts masters charging head on, they were absolutely effective at beating up a drowned dog. He can be regarded as a first-class expert.
Yan Jiu moved around, and finally escaped from Yingtian Mansion after using up the strength of nine cows and two tigers. At this time, he saw his camp from a distance, and finally felt a little more at ease in his heart.
At this moment, in the camp, a blast of pain flew toward him without warning.
Yan Jiu immediately drew his sword and chopped off the kunai.
"How outrageous!" Yan Jiu said angrily, "I'm back."
"It turns out to be the leader of Yan Jiu." A lazy voice came from the camp: "But when we went out, a total of fourteen brothers followed Yan Jiu. The leader went out, how come when he came back, only leader Yan Jiu was left?" As he
said this, four black muzzles appeared on both sides of the black figure.
This is a bird gun originating from Japan. It is actually a variant of the matchlock gun. Compared with the original fire gun, the bird gun adds a front sight, a rear sight, a gun holder and a gun machine. Although it is still a front-loaded firearm, But it can already be held with both hands, aiming and firing. Although there is only one shot, the fire gun, which is more casual than before, is already so high that I don’t know where it is.
On the contrary, these bird guns are the products of serious export and domestic sales. The general process is that China invented fire guns, and then spread them to the West by sea and land. The West transformed them and then spread them back to the East, thus promoting the development of Eastern firearms.
Japan, on the other hand, has a stronger demand for firearms due to its proximity to the sea and frequent wars. Compared to China, it is faster to equip blunderbuss.
Yan Jiu looked at the four guns pointed at him and laughed angrily: "Xiao Qingshui, do you know the consequences of rebelling against me?"
(End of Chapter)