Sha Po Lang

I saw an iron guy as tall as a person standing at his door. Under the black iron helmet, there were two small round eyes the size of a bean. The deep purple color that is unique to purple gold burning in the eyes was particularly scary, and it was enough to be a late night ghost. The first protagonist of the story.

The iron guy stared straight ahead, sluggishly passed over Chang Geng's head, stared behind him, raised a paw the size of a bowl, and knocked on his door like a woodpecker, endlessly, and couldn't stop at all.

Chang Geng's three souls and seven souls were still thumping in mid-air to deduce what it means to be fascinated, before he could wake up in time, seeing this scene, the hairs that hadn't been able to lie down all night exploded again.

He gasped, took a quick step back, and pulled down the saber at the door.

At this moment, Gu Yun poked his head out from behind the iron guy, and asked enthusiastically, "Is it fun?"

Chang Geng: "..."

Fun ass!

"The generals and guards dare not use weapons with you at will. I heard from Uncle Wang that you practice swords in the yard by yourself every day, and no one feeds your moves. It's so boring," Gu Yun said while rubbing the back of the iron guy. After flicking it randomly twice, the terrifying iron monster calmed down docilely, and obediently nailed it in place in a daze. Gu Yun raised his hand and touched its big iron head, and smiled at Chang Geng, "Take a 'Sword Sword Puppet'." 'Let's play for you, okay?'

Chang Geng didn't dare to linger on him for too long, so he could only look up at the immovable iron monster.

After a while, he numbly pointed to his chest: "I, play with it?"

Isn't it really played by it?

Gu Yun pushed the iron puppet to the small courtyard where Chang Geng lived, and Chang Geng followed weakly.

The young man had a guilty conscience, although he managed to maintain a calm face, he still only dared to glance at Gu Yun when he turned around. After taking a few more glances, Chang Geng noticed that Gu Yun was wearing extra cool clothes.

The early winter morning has turned into frost, Gu Yun was only wearing a half-new jacket, and when he was playing with the iron puppet, he bent his waist slightly. The waistline seemed to be thinner than Chang Geng imagined. Some.

Soon, Chang Geng realized that he was looking at something he shouldn't be looking at, and quickly turned his head in embarrassment, and asked, "Did you go out today?"

Gu Yun: "Yes, Xiu Mu."

Chang Geng was silent for a while, but still couldn't help but said: "Why are you dressed like this, aren't you cold?"

"Nah, don't be like Shen Yi, come here quickly." Gu Yun beckoned to him, straightened the iron monster, patted its hard shoulder and said, "This is a variant of the iron puppet, which is similar to that of ordinary housekeepers. It is also called Shijian Puppet. It is the first mentor for many children from aristocratic families in the capital to practice martial arts and swords. I also used it when I was young-it knows several fixed sets of enlightenment swordsmanship and has seven acupuncture points on its body , head, neck, chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, legs, if you can stab any of the first four points, it will stop immediately, but if you touch the last three, you must be careful, even When it hits the shoulder and arm points, it still has legs that can move, and can tease you at any time, if you want to lock it, you need to hit any point in the shoulder, arm and all the leg points with the sword, how about it, try it?"

Gu Yun's explanation was not as long as it was, and after a few words, he immediately entered the simple and rough practice session: "Hold your sword."

After the words fell, the iron puppet had already started to move, its eyes were bright purple, it suddenly took a step forward, raised its sword and slashed down.

Chang Geng was out of state, and hadn't even drawn out his sword, so he hurriedly ran back a few steps.

The iron puppet didn't give him any room to breathe. Once it was turned on, it immediately started chasing him endlessly, and in a blink of an eye it had already cornered him to the corner of the courtyard.

Chang Geng had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth, hold the sword in both hands, and swing it from bottom to top. The two iron swords collided, and Chang Geng's wrist shook violently. Standing up, he subconsciously leaned back—the iron golem's sword stopped at the place where the fist was placed on his forehead.

There was a gleam of cold light on the blade.

The small courtyard was completely silent, only the sound of Chang Geng's violent breathing and the "rumbling" sound of the iron puppet's body.

Gu Yun didn't say a word, and didn't step forward to give instructions. He sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, took out a small wine cup from his arms, untied the wine pot from his waist, and took Chang Geng, who was chasing around by the iron puppet, to drink and serve .

Chang Geng caught a glimpse of the old man from the corner of his eye, and his whole body became even worse.

On the one hand, he is like a little peacock that has just grown up, its fur has not yet fully grown, and it has already begun to shake its hair with the heart of "show him some color"; on the other hand, he is full of depression, and when he sees Gu Yun was a little dizzy.

The fighting spirit in the young man's chest fluctuated back and forth between the gas and the fire, but the iron puppet was puzzled. White steam spewed out from under his feet, and he slid a few feet away without sadness or joy. Chang Gung.

Chang Geng put the epee on his shoulder and stepped forward, desperately thinking about the move that Gu Yun used a dagger to flick his sword away when Yan returned to the prefect's mansion.

Gu Yun played with the small wine glass in his hand, gave a "tsk", and shook his head.

I saw the edges of the two iron swords rubbing against each other violently, sparks flew everywhere, and an unbearable pressure came from the hilts again. The Chang Geng sword was not in place, and the manpower was exhausted. .

The Sword Attendant Puppet was used as a training partner and would not hurt anyone. The purple light in its eyes went out a few times, it lifted the sword hanging above Chang Geng's head away, slid out again, and changed its posture.

Chang Geng's forehead was sweating, but he couldn't help being distracted to peek at Gu Yun again, thinking angrily, "Is he not going to leave today? What's there to see!"

Gu Yun watched Chang Geng's sword being blown away again and again. After drinking a pot of cold wine, his two long legs switched up and down three times. After going out, he finally stood up unhurriedly.

Chang Geng broke his skin on the ground, it was hot, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was still a little blood, but he didn't care to wipe it off, because Gu Yun walked up to him, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the tall iron puppet in front of him.

Chang Geng lowered his head subconsciously, unable to look at him in frustration.

"If you panic, your feet will float," Gu Yun said, "If you can't stand firmly on your feet, no matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, it will be water without a source and a tree without roots."

Chang Geng's heart moved, and he raised his head very seriously.

It was rare for Gu Yun to look serious, and said flatly: "Get up, I'll teach you."

Chang Geng was taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes wide. Before he could react, Gu Yun had already picked him up involuntarily, grabbed his sword-holding hand from behind, and embraced him.

Chang Geng swallowed hard, his back tensed.

Gu Yun whispered: "Relax, don't look at me, look at your sword."

Before he could finish his sentence, the iron puppet facing him had a purple light in his eyes, and he roared towards him again, his belly rumbled, like a blowing war drum, still slashing head-on with a sword.

Even though Chang Geng's blood really harbored a certain kind of wildness, it could only be stimulated when he was on the verge of life and death filled with rage.And this is just practicing sword after all.

For a moment, he didn't care about the intimacy that made him uncomfortable, and his first reaction was still to back away, which is what anyone would do when they were under pressure from such a giant.

But Gu Yun didn't allow him to retreat, Chang Geng felt that his whole body was being pushed up by Gu Yun, and rushed towards the iron puppet like a fearless marionette, his wrist was embedded in Gu Yun's iron-like palm , involuntarily handed out the epee in his hand, and at the moment of hand-to-hand combat, Chang Geng felt that his hand holding the sword was turned by a very subtle angle by Gu Yun, and the sword that the iron puppet slashed down was actually "prized".

Han Tie brushed past him, almost scratching his temples, Chang Geng instinctively closed his eyes, thinking that he would hit him directly.

Gu Yun sighed inwardly, thinking: "This kid lacks a bit of blood, I'm afraid he's not the one to hold a sword."

The smell of cold iron passed through Chang Geng's nose, and the iron puppet's elbow was slightly stuck.Gu Yun raised his foot and kicked Chang Geng's knee, and shouted: "Open your eyes, arms!"

Chang Geng's knees softened, his legs were thrown out by the external force, and the tip of his toes landed on the iron puppet's arm impartially.

There was a "click" on the machine, and the upper arm was locked. Chang Geng had just let out half of his breath, and the next moment, he was suddenly pressed down by Gu Yun.

A sharp wind brushed past the ears, and there was a "buzz"—the legs of the iron puppet swept across the air.

Gu Yun: "Look good."

He clenched Chang Geng's hand, and dragged the young man to slide a sharp semi-circle on the ground, the tip of the sword brushed the iron puppet's ankle neatly.

There was another "Kala", and the iron golem was completely nailed.

It kept the golden rooster's independent movement and stood still in place, the purple light in its eyes flashed, and gradually died down and dimmed.

Chang Geng's palms were covered with sweat, his chest heaved violently, and he didn't even notice when Gu Yun let go of him.

At this moment, he felt the gap between himself and his foster father.

Gu Yun took the time to flick the dust off his body: "It's human nature to shrink back. If you're facing someone, it's okay to advance and retreat, but remember, if you face an iron puppet or heavy armor when you're not wearing armor, , you must not retreat. Because these iron guys have burnt gold on their feet, you will be overtaken by them as soon as you retreat. At that time, your heart and body are backward, and it is difficult to gather and fight back in a short time. Instead, it will fall into the opponent's hands in a hurry."

Chang Geng pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Does Yifu mean that if you encounter an enemy that is much stronger than yourself, the chance of winning is better to move forward than to retreat?"

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows, and said a little strangely: "Hey? How did you become a 'foster father' today?"

Chang Geng was good at everything, except that his mouth was always indifferent, which was annoying, and he kept calling him "Sixteen".

Gu Yun was born on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and the nickname Sixteen was given by the princess. Except for the princess and the first emperor, even the old Hou Ye had never called him that. "Sixteen long and sixteen short" is on the lips, which is also strange.

Based on his experience, Gu Yun feels that there are only two situations in which he can get this kid to be called "Father". Stepping on the dog's tail, he accidentally pissed off the kid.

Chang Geng looked at him deeply for a while, and said with an inexplicably complicated expression: "I was ignorant before, and I won't be anymore."

He finally realized that he was disgusting, despicable, immoral and incompetent, so how dare he continue to be self-willed?

Sometimes, it takes only one night for young people to go from "thinking they are grown up" to actually growing up.

As careless as Gu Yun, he also suddenly and vaguely felt that something was different about Chang Geng.