Perhaps it was because he had slept too much during the day or because the moonlight outside was too bright, but Qin Song, who could sleep soundly in prison, was unable to sleep on the high bed and soft pillow. Qin Song tried several times but to no avail, so he gave up. He got up and took out several jars of wine hidden in the room. As soon as he poured himself a bowl of wine, he heard two people who were supposed to be sleeping soundly in the room. One of them jumped onto the roof and the other stood guard outside the door.
Qin Song raised his voice and said, "You two, who wants to come in and drink with me?"
The one on the roof moved twice and then quieted down, while the one outside the door was as steady as Mount Tai.
Since no one came, Qin Song could only drink by himself. As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Qin Song wanted to curse. It was obviously the taste in his memory. It was obviously 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. If the strength is not enough, I'll make up for it with the quantity.
Qin Song drank the whole jar of wine until he was dizzy and finally lost consciousness. He did not react when someone came in and put him on the bed. Instead, he had a strange dream.
In the dream, he stood high in the clouds. With a wave of his sleeve, the sea rolled back and the earth turned upside down. With a draw of his sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. He galloped freely and was very happy … Unfortunately, when he woke up early in the morning, he was still a useless scholar who could not 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 and found it interesting. He broke a willow branch and called, "Han Pu!"
Han Pu turned around and asked, "What?"
Qin Song smiled and said, "Watch my sword."
A "sword" pierced toward him.
Han Pu rolled his eyes. Before he could say, "Don't mess around", his pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to retreat, but he also wanted to raise his saber 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 dilated pupils and the bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead, Qin Song slowly withdrew his "sword" and smiled. "What do you think?"
Han Pu felt his heart start beating again. He stared at Qin Song 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.
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 for twenty years in vain! My God, how can you bully people like this … "
Yu Sheng put away his weapons, the two short swords, and said, "I'll tell them to set up the breakfast."
Qin Song nodded and his eyes narrowed. He did not deliberately hide his acquaintance with Han Pu. Anyway, when he was in the Southern Chu, he had a lot of friends and knew some strong martial artists. It was reasonable that his friends were worried about his situation and came to help. With Han Pu's skills, if he accidentally sold himself to him, it would be suspicious.
What surprised him was Yu Sheng's reaction. Unless Yu Sheng was blind, he should have seen through it. But he was indifferent. It was not that he hid it too well, but he did not care about it at all.
This Shadow Guard 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 could eat breakfast. When Han Pu came back, Qin Song had already finished practicing his sword and was doing woodwork with Yu Sheng.
"The sword you wanted!" 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 want 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 the sword 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 was definitely not 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 to hold it flat by the hilt … he was still far from it.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Qin Song played with the sword and said carelessly.
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 want 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 to study his new sword. Although it looked a little strange, it was definitely a good sword. The material and refining methods 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. He also knocked out two of the small officials who came to stop him … 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 happened to see him take a big basket full of buns and leave after eating them. He didn't even return the basket … I don't like him no matter how I look at him. Plus, you wanted a heavy sword, so I 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 I look like 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 woman, 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, the Wei Kingdom that helped the Han was destroyed. The King said to everyone that he met that if not for his wisdom, Southern Chu would have been destroyed long ago … "
The last sentence was not without sarcasm, because those who were slightly knowledgeable knew that if not for the King Of Chu being short-sighted and not being willing 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 was a little impatient. He asked, "What is this for?"
Qin Song said, "It's for steaming wine." He faintly thought of ways 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 a little 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 inquire. 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 one's carriage can pass! Ha, haha! Several Daqin officials are blocked behind him, and they don't even dare to let out a fart, haha! "
Qin Song looked at his gloating expression and was angry. He said, "Did you forget that we're also blocked? Why don't you go and 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. Plus, 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. "
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