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Since no one gave him the honor, Qin Song could only drink by himself. As soon as the wine entered his mouth,
Qin Song wanted to curse,
It was clearly the taste in his memory. It was clearly his favorite Jiangnan wine, but why did he feel that it was so f * cking disgusting! How dare this thing be called wine?
Forget it, it's not strong enough,
I'll make up for it with the amount.
Qin Song drank a jar of wine,
Finally, he drank until he was dizzy.
In the end, he was unconscious,
Someone came in and put him to bed, but he didn't react. Instead, he had a strange dream all night.
In the dream, he stood high in the clouds,
With a wave of his sleeve, the sea rolled back, the sky and the earth turned upside down, and he pulled out his sword,
The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, the earth cracked, and the sky was shocked. He galloped freely, and was very happy... Unfortunately, he woke up early in the morning,
He was still a useless scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken.
After a simple freshening up, he came out,
Han Pu and Yu Sheng were fighting in the courtyard,
Qin Song watched for a while,
He found it interesting,
He casually broke a willow branch in his hand,
He shouted, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned around. "What's wrong?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "Watch the sword."
A "sword" stabbed over.
Han Pu rolled his eyes,
Before he could say "Don't mess around", his pupils suddenly shrank. He seemed to want to retreat, but he also seemed to want to raise his knife to block. In the end, he just stood there in a daze, watching the soft willow branch stop in front of his forehead.
Looking at Han Pu's scattered pupils and the cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword", smiled slightly, and said, "How was it?"
Han Pu felt that his heart began to beat again. He stared at Qin Song for a long time as if he was looking at a monster. He swallowed hard and said, "This, last night, you..."
Qin Song nodded. Han Pu let out a series of strange cries and rushed out.
Qin Song laughed loudly.
Yu Sheng asked blankly, "What happened to him?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "He probably feels that he has lived his life in vain …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Han Pu's strange yell came from outside the door, "I've f * cking lived in vain for the past twenty years! F * cking God, how can you bully me like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons, the two short swords, and said, "I'll go tell them to set up the table."
Qin Song nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. He did not deliberately hide the fact that he knew Han Pu. After all, when he was in Southern Chu, he had a wide circle of friends, and he also knew some heroes who were good at martial arts. It was understandable that some of his friends were worried about his situation and came to help him. With Han Pu's skills, it would be suspicious if he accidentally sold himself to him.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen through the clues, but he was indifferent. It was not that he concealed it too well, but that he did not care about it at all.
This Shadow Guard was so innocent that it was a little scary.
Qin Song retracted his mind and launched another "sword" stab. This time, he couldn't find the feeling of the casual stab when he was joking just now. He tried several times in a row, but each time was more useless than the previous one … Fortunately, he had never thought of reaching the sky in a single bound. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw away the willow branch and went to have breakfast.
Because Han Pu ran away without a trace, only Qin Song and Yu Sheng had breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had already come back from a round of sword practice and was doing carpentry with Yu Sheng.
"The sword you asked for!" Han Pu casually inserted a sheathed long sword in front of Qin Song and said proudly, "I did what you asked me to do."
Qin Song knew he was talking about the teahouse. He nodded and looked at the long sword in front of him. The veins on his forehead began to throb.
Han Pu smiled and said, "Didn't you ask for a heavier sword? I promise, this is the heaviest sword in the whole Qin Capital! "
Qin Song also believed that this was indeed the heaviest "sword" in the Qin Capital. A small part of it was inserted into the ground, and the hilt almost reached his chest. The sword was almost two palms wide, like a door plank. Although he could not see the thickness of the sword in the scabbard, looking at its length and width, it definitely could not be thin. The weight of such a sword could be imagined.
Qin Song pulled the sword out of the scabbard after pulling it up from the ground. He was not tall enough, so it was a little difficult to pull the sword out directly. Then Qin Song found that with his strength, it was not difficult to lift it up, but if he wanted to hold the hilt and hold it horizontally … he was still far from it.
"You did it on purpose?" Qin Song played with the sword and said casually.
This was definitely revenge! Didn't I just scare him with the willow branch? What a petty person!
Han Pu firmly denied, "Didn't you ask for a heavy sword? It wasn't easy for me to get it! "
It would be strange if Qin Song believed him. He lowered his head and studied his new sword. Although it looked a little strange, it was definitely a good sword. The material and the refining method were all first-class. Moreover, Qin Song smelled a strong smell of blood … This sword had seen blood, and it was very likely that it had killed people like flies.
Then, he thought of the word "nong" that Han Pu mentioned and asked, "Whose sword is this?"
Han Pu laughed. Yu Sheng answered, "It was used by the General of Qi, Wang Meng."
Qin Song knew Wang Meng. He was a famous vanguard in Da Qi. He was eight feet tall and had extraordinary strength. Every time he attacked a city, he rushed to the front and killed countless people. In the countries bordering Da Qi, his name had the magical effect of stopping children from crying at night.
"Wang Meng came to the Qin Capital?"
Han Pu coldly snorted, "Not only did he come, but he was also very arrogant. A few days ago, he rode his horse on the street and injured countless people. After being warned by the King Of Qin, although he no longer rode his horse, he was still so arrogant. That day, he casually destroyed someone's stall. The stall owner mustered up the courage to ask for compensation from him, but he was almost beaten to death by him. The low-ranking official who came to stop him also lost two big teeth … I saw it with my own eyes more than just these two times. I heard that he also captured a few young women on the street and ruined them. Now, even the slightly prettier women don't dare to go out! "
"When I went out today, I saw him take a big tray of buns and leave after eating. He didn't even return the tray … I don't like him no matter how I look at him. Plus, you wanted a heavy sword, so I conveniently took his sword."
Qin Song held the sword with both hands and reluctantly drew an ugly sword flower. He asked, "Did you steal it or snatch it?"
"Uh," Han Pu scratched his head and said, "It can be considered … half stealing and half snatching?"
Yu Sheng raised his head and asked, "What do you mean by half stealing and half snatching?"
Qin Song continued, "It means that when you steal something and are discovered by others, you can only take the thing and run away!"
"Nonsense!" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you think I'm that useless? I only left after exchanging a few moves with him, okay? "
Qin Song stabbed the sword into the ground and said, "Take it and return it to him."
Han Pu said unhappily, "Even if you don't like it, you don't have to return it to him, right? In order to snatch this thing, he almost broke my bones. "
Qin Song said, "It's precisely because I like it that I want you to return it to him, so that I can get it back openly — when I go to the battlefield in the future, do you think I'll use a stolen weapon?"
"You want to go …" Thinking of the sword in the morning, Han Pu changed his words halfway and said, "In any case, I'm not going!" As an assassin, he had always been in charge of killing, not burying. Asking him to return something, there was no way!
Qin Song didn't force him and said, "Yu Sheng, take the sword to the yamen and say that you picked it up on the road — let them help you put up a notice to find the owner."
Before Yu Sheng could answer, Han Pu laughed and said, "I like this idea! With a notice, wouldn't Wang Meng's reputation be ruined? Haha! I'll go, I'll go! "
Qin Song snorted coldly and said, "Are you going to tell the yamen that you're the thief?"
"I …" Han Pu, who had been demoted to a thief, was so angry that he couldn't say anything. Yu Sheng was right next to him, so he couldn't even refute that he wasn't a thief, but an assassin.
Yu Sheng took the sword and left.
Qin Song continued to cut the wood, and Han Pu took over the work that Yu Sheng left behind.
Qin Song said as he worked, "The Kingdom of Korea was destroyed by Qin. Why do you seem to dislike the Qi people more?" It wasn't that he had to do it himself, but in this era, skills had always been taught by word of mouth. He drew a blueprint for the woodworkers to make, but they could only vaguely understand it. Qin Song had the time to explain the shape and size clearly, and he had already made it himself — he only needed to make one set, and according to Yu Sheng, this could also train his wrist and finger strength.
"Neither of them are good things," Han Pu said, "But in comparison — for example, if you're renting someone else's house, would you prefer a new landlord to continue paying the rent after the landlord was destroyed, or would you prefer a group of people to come and steal your food, sleep with your women, burn your house, or even capture you and make you into a slave?"
Qin Song was silent.
Han Pu sighed and said, "Although the Qin soldiers also committed all kinds of crimes when they crossed the border, they still came for the army, the land, and the cities. But for the Qi people, their purpose was mostly to burn, kill, and pillage … Of course, ordinary people like us hate them more, but it's different for officials and nobles like you." Da Qi was a nomadic grassland tribe. They were not good at farming, nor were they good at defending cities. When they were short of resources, they would come to the Central Plains and pillage. When the enemy's army came, they would retreat completely.
Qin Song was silent for a moment, and then asked, "War … what is it like?"
Han Pu said, "You haven't seen it before?"
"Yes," Qin Song said, "As long as I can remember, Great Chu has never had a large-scale war. I heard that when the Qin State destroyed the Han State, there was once a minister who proposed to send troops to help, but the King of Qin sent a messenger, threatening and enticing him, saying that if Great Chu sent a soldier or a pawn, the Qin army would abandon the Han State and attack Great Chu … The monarch was scared, so he didn't send a soldier or a pawn. Later on, the Wei Kingdom that helped the Han was destroyed. The King said to everyone that he met that if it wasn't for his wisdom, Southern Chu would have been destroyed long ago … "
The last sentence was not without sarcasm, because anyone with a bit of knowledge knew that if the King Of Chu was not short-sighted and refused to send reinforcements to fight against the Qin, Southern Chu would not have fallen into such a precarious situation.
Han Pu patted his shoulder and sighed, "Actually, I also have not seen what war is like. At that time, I was practicing martial arts with my master in the mountains. By the time we received the news and came out, the war had already ended … all we saw after the war was broken walls and corpses all over the ground. "
Then there was a long silence. Han Pu cut a piece of wood and became impatient. He asked, "What is this for?"
Qin Song said, "It's for steaming wine." He faintly thought of a way to quickly improve his strength and create a sword technique, but to drink such a weak and disgusting wine every day, for someone like Qin Song who loved wine as much as his life, it was really terrible.
As an assassin, Han Pu did not touch wine. Hearing this, he was even less interested. He said, "When I went to the Nan 'an Teahouse earlier, the shopkeeper said that the private room you wanted was available at any time. Also, they had just imported a new batch of tea from the south and asked you to try it when you have the time! His meaning was probably to ask you to go earlier. Why don't we go there while that brat Yu Sheng is not around? "
Qin Song was slightly stunned. Could it be that something had happened there? It had only been two months. What could have happened in Southern Chu?
Therefore, he asked his men to hire a carriage and went straight to the Nan 'an Teahouse. In fact, the Nan 'an Teahouse was not Southern Chu's power in Daqin. It was his family. To be exact, it was one of the several small shops his father opened in Daqin a few years ago.
Qin Song was slightly anxious, but the carriage went slower and slower. In the end, it simply stopped and only took two steps after a while. Han Pu had been impatient for a long time. He jumped off the carriage and said that he was going to investigate. In the blink of an eye, he slipped back and said with a smile, "That brat Wang Meng is in front, carrying his big sword for a stroll! He's big, and his sword is long. He's walking in the middle of the road so casually that no carriage can pass! Ha, ha, ha! Several Daqin officials are blocked behind him, and they don't even dare to let out a fart, ha, ha! "
Qin Song looked at his gloating expression and was simply angry. "Did you forget that we're also blocked? Why don't you release … that?"
"Uh …" Han Pu said embarrassedly, "If you want me to kill him, it's not too difficult. But if you want me to beat him up — his skin is thick, his flesh is thick, and his strength is extraordinary. With that sword … it's not that I can't beat him, but it's just that I can't hurt him. If you want to blame someone, blame that brat Yu Sheng. He took the sword back so quickly. "
Qin Song was too lazy to pay attention to him. He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the carriage. He said faintly, "Daqin might be in trouble."
When he heard Han Pu talk about his family, these words inexplicably appeared in his mind. It was just like the sentence, "Born in sorrow and disaster, die in peace and happiness."
However, he clearly didn't even know what kind of poem this was. He also didn't understand what the "Han" in the Qin and Han Dynasties meant.
Was he possessed by some kind of wandering ghost? Thinking of the familiar power that surged out of nowhere that day, he would rather believe that he was the wandering ghost than be possessed by a wandering ghost.
However, the memories and emotions from when he was young were so clear and deep.
… …
When Han Pu finished tidying up and came out, Qin Song was no longer in the room. Han Pu was very familiar with the hostage residence, so he quickly found him in the garden.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Qin Song was good at the zither, singing, and dancing, but he wasn't good at the sword. In his hands, the sword was just a tool for him to dance.
Qin Song was performing a sword dance. Although it was flashy, it was extremely beautiful.
Under the bright moonlight, the youth in white seemed to be glowing from head to toe. The wide sleeves that fluttered like clouds, the flexible and flexible waist, the fluttering black hair, the cold light of the long sword … Han Pu couldn't describe it, but he felt that every movement of the youth exuded a fatal attraction. It attracted his eyes and made his heart beat wildly. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe …
The youth's movements were originally slow and graceful, but towards the end, they gradually became more intense. The person moved and flipped on the ground, the sword danced and stabbed in the air. Each strike was faster than the previous one, and each strike was heavier than the previous one … Han Pu's ears seemed to hear the sound of war drums shaking the heavens, and his eyes seemed to see thunder and lightning raging down. He only felt frightened and couldn't return to his senses for a long time.
Finally, the thunder stopped and the drums stopped. The wind calmed and the waves calmed.
Qin Song sheathed his sword and saw Han Pu's stupidly staring eyes and mouth wide open. He frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
However, although he looked stupid, it wasn't annoying. His eyes were clear and bright, and there was only admiration and nothing else.
Han Pu swallowed his saliva and said, "I finally understand why Qin Yue treated you so …"
Qin Song interrupted, "Qin Yue has never seen me perform a sword dance."
"Ah?" That's not possible, right?
Qin Song said indifferently, "Qin Song's sword dance is a pastime, but it's for me, Qin Song, to pass the time and entertain myself. It's not to please others."
"Oh …" Han Pu didn't know how to continue. He thought for a while and said, "Why don't I teach you swordsmanship?"
Qin Song looked at him in surprise and shook his head. "No need." In this era, skills couldn't be taught easily, let alone martial arts that could help one settle down and establish one's life. Moreover, he didn't feel that he needed such things.
Han Pu advised, "Your sword dance was indeed beautiful, but swords are used to kill people. What's the use of just being beautiful?"
Qin Song said, "If I can create the world's most beautiful sword dance, then naturally I can create the world's most powerful swordsmanship."
Han Pu said, "Beautiful and killing people are two different things, okay? According to what you said, aren't those little beauties dancing all experts? "
"They can't, but I can." Qin Song paused and said with certainty, "Of course I can."
Han Pu was speechless at Qin Song's inexplicable confidence. He said, "Even if you want to create your own swordsmanship, you have to first familiarize yourself with it …"
Han Pu couldn't finish his words because he found that Qin Song was no longer practicing the sword dance, but practicing a single straight thrust over and over again. He closed his eyes, as if he was repeating the same simple and boring action, but Han Pu, who was proficient in swordsmanship, was frightened. Qin Song's every action was different, and he seemed to be constantly making subtle adjustments to make this strike faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more invulnerable! All of this seemed to be instinctive.
He suddenly believed Qin Song's words. He might really be able to create the world's most powerful swordsmanship. So in this world, there were really geniuses who were born to use swords?
Qin Song closed his eyes and gestured while saying, "If you have nothing to do, go and find me a sword."
Han Pu didn't want to leave now. He said resentfully, "Isn't that a sword in your hand?"
Qin Song said, "It's too light."
A sword for dancing and a sword for killing were, after all, different.
"Oh."
Qin Song said, "You know where the money box is. Go and get it yourself."
Han Pu answered discontentedly. Just as he took two steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. As soon as he turned around, he saw Qin Song suddenly bending over and spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and his body was somewhat unstable.
Han Pu's expression changed greatly. He took two steps to Qin Song's side, helped him to sit down on a stone bench, and held his wrist.
Qin Song had long been accustomed to vomiting blood. He rinsed his mouth with tea and said in surprise, "You also know medicine?"
Han Pu said unhappily, "Shut up, don't talk!"
After a long time, he released his hand with a dignified expression and said, "How did you get such a serious internal injury? You were fine last time … "
Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. He said angrily, "What did Qin Yue do to you?"
Qin Song couldn't help but think of those disgusting things. His expression was somewhat ugly. He said, "It's just a small injury. Don't take it to heart."
"A small injury?" Han Pu said angrily, "Do you know what kind of situation you're in? You're like a broken vase that's full of cracks but hasn't completely shattered. A gust of wind, or a cough, could break it! "
He bent over and squatted in front of Qin Song. He said in a low voice, "Come up!"
"What are you doing?"
Han Pu said with a sullen face, "I'll take you back to your room first, and then I'll call a doctor."
Qin Song found it difficult to explain his current physical condition. He was too lazy to explain, so he said, "There's a green porcelain bottle in the box in my room. It contains the medicine that Qin Yi made. You ran fast, help …"
Before he could finish his words, Han Pu had already run off without a trace.
Qin Song closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when he was practicing the sword just now. He always felt that something was missing. It was as if there was a thin barrier separating him from something that he could hold in his hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch it.
What should he do to get rid of that feeling … he couldn't find someone to anger him again, could he?
While he was frowning and pondering, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Song opened his eyes and saw Han Pu looking at him angrily. He said angrily, "Do you want to die?"
Qin Song looked at his right hand that was grabbed by Han Pu. He silently relaxed his fingers that had unknowingly formed a sword. He pushed Han Pu's hand away and poured himself a glass of water.
Han Pu's expression was ugly. He said, "You haven't given up yet?" Otherwise, why would he still be thinking about the sword art at this time?
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