After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Yang Chuan frowned and interrupted their laughter. He had a straightforward personality, and any dissatisfaction was written on his face: "Okay, I've finished watching the fight, let's go to training!"

"What kind of training? Come here, come and place a bet. I bet the commander is just a flower stand and an embroidered pillow. Even if he comes, if Master Tongzhi wants to fight him, he will definitely not dare to fight."

"What if there is a fight?"

"Then I will definitely bet on Master Tongzhi to win! Master Tongzhi has been in office for two years, and I have never seen anyone who can beat him!"

"What kind of turtle grandson can come to our camp. It is really easy to be a third-rank official. If he comes, he will be courting death... Eh? Why are you beating me?!"

Song Shili listened to a scene with Song Shu outside the crowd, then looked at each other, his eyes passed him and saw a soldier who turned his head inadvertently. The soldier smiled.

"is it?"

"Who are you?!" The surrounding soldiers who were sitting, lying and stacking arhats all stood up one after another with their knives in their hands. The atmosphere of the relaxed and playful atmosphere suddenly became tense, and several men surrounded them. come over.

Master Song raised his hand to signal them not to be nervous, and flipped his hand to reveal his identity badge. The wooden badge dangled twice in his hand, and the commander made three words very conspicuous: "It seems a bit unlucky to come. I heard that if I come, I will seek death." ?”

The man who spoke just now looked a little embarrassed: "Finger, Commander..."

Master Song looked at him with raised eyebrows, put the token back on his waist, and walked towards the martial arts arena. Before leaving, he patted Song Shu's arm lightly, signaling him to stay here for a while: "I'll see clearly later."

Song Shu looked down at his arm, understood what he meant, and nodded obediently.

The crowd looked at each other in blank dismay, and it took a long time for someone to react. They saluted in a disorderly manner, retreated out of a way, and watched him walk towards Yang Chuan.

Master Song nodded and saluted: "Yang Tongzhi."

Yang Chuan also bowed to him and saluted him. He woke up from the stupefied look at Song Shu. Although the expression on his face didn't seem very happy, but the courtesy was quite complete. He still stood on the spot holding the long knife, thinking After thinking about it, he said with a stinky face: "You are the new commander? Song Shi, the eldest son of Prince Jingkang's mansion, right?"

"Although it's really wrong for them to gossip about people behind their backs, they are right in one thing." He looked at Master Song twice, and reluctantly said: "I, Yang Sanquan, have never recognized that someone who is no match for me is riding on my head, let alone you I have been absent from work for several days, but now that you are the commander, I can’t say anything. It’s okay to delegate power to you to lead the battalion, but you have to beat me; if you can’t beat me, I can’t look down on you.”

Master Song nodded calmly: "You want to fight, right? I thought so too, very good."

He smiled and said, "But I don't want you to delegate power."

Yang Chuan frowned: "Don't delegate power...then what do you want? Gold, silver and treasure?"

He took a step back vigilantly, and said righteously: "I can tell you, our Yang family has always been clean and upright, and we don't do this kind of money transactions."

His face was full of resistance, "I don't have money, don't give me money, don't look for me", Master Song stroked his chin interestingly, interrupting his worries: "Let's fight a game, I win, you help me Continue to take charge of the moat camp."

There was a lot of noise around, and in the background of the discussions, Song Shu found that the snow had stopped.

He took off the bamboo hat and shook the snow, and smiled faintly when he heard this.

Yang Chuan was also stunned, with an expression of "you are a fool", "...then I won?"

"You?" Master Song had already walked around him to pick up a long knife from the utensil rack, tilted it in his hand, raised his eyelids, seemed a little dazed, then smiled kindly, "Excuse me, You have no chance of winning."

Yang Chuan: "..."

Soldiers of the guard battalion: "..."

Why is this person so, what, crazy!

The corner of Yang Chuan's mouth twitched, and he said very displeasedly: "What are you talking about?! I've never lost a fight with anyone! It's not certain who will win the battle, don't be too arrogant!"

"Really?" Master Song said happily, "Coincidentally, I have never been defeated."

He glanced at Song Shu who was standing quietly by the side of the field, and remembered Yang Chuan's staring at Song Shu in a daze just now, but he saw Song Shu looking up at him at this moment, with frost on his eyelashes, against the background of white sky and earth Reagan is distinct, like a delicate and beautiful snowman, with eyes as clear as glass beads without blinking.

Seeing him look over, he showed a slight smile.

Master Song understood what he meant, and he was saying: Don't worry, brother, I will take a good look at it.

When he looked over, Yang Chuan also glanced over there, and quickly looked away as if his eyes were burned, and continued to question: "What if I win you?!"

Master Song shrugged: "I said, you won't win, I will break your winning streak."

Yang Chuan: "..."

It's so cheap, I want to fight.

Yang Chuan gave up communicating. He thought he was sharp-tongued at first, but his father would never be able to tell him when he scolded him. As a result, the new commander was even worse. He was simply "sharp-mouthed." endorsement words.

The surrounding soldiers were talking non-stop, secretly mocking Master Song for overreaching, and some people continued to bet that Master Song would definitely lose.

Yang Chuan raised the long knife in his hand, calmed his expression, and gritted his teeth: "I will not be soft. If you regret it, you can leave now. There is no shame in losing."

Master Song said calmly: "The same words are also given to you."

"..." Yang Chuan said, "Thank you, no need."

The two communicated in such a "polite and civilized" way, and then they picked up the weapons in their hands by coincidence, and met each other, and the blades of the long knives intersected, sparking brilliant sparks.

Yang Chuan's martial arts are very powerful, just like his people, and his style of fighting is also very unrestrained. Master Song's long knife brushed his cheek several times, but at the same time, the knife in his hand fell to his neck several times on, and was quickly avoided by Master Song again.

Master Song agreed to fight with him for a reason. Yuanshen had been slack in martial arts for the past few years, and his level would inevitably drop. At this time, in all fairness, their martial arts are almost the same, but his fighting style is more precise and cautious, faster and lighter. Shang Yang Chuan's opening and closing style of play is simply the nemesis.

Yang Chuan also realized this very quickly. His strength was all on the knife in his hand, but Master Song didn't focus on the weapon. He used lightness skills to avoid the knife around him, and even used his arms to twist his neck. Chuan was caught off guard, and with a wave of his hand, Master Song's blade quickly blocked him.

The two competed, but the heat in Yang Chuan's eyes became more and more intense, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became.

Master Song originally wanted to stop it, but Yang Chuan was extremely resilient. As long as he still had the strength, he would rush up and continue hitting for half a second. In the end, hitting and hitting developed into pure brute force. The knife couldn't withstand the repeated internal force bombardment, and soon split open and was thrown aside.

After an unknown number of rounds, Master Song grabbed his neck and threw him over his shoulder with a backhand. Yang Chuan fell to the ground and was finally too tired to get up.

He simply turned over and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, the madness of martial arts in his eyes was still hot, looked at Master Song beside him and said: "I lost."

The crowd beside them who had gradually faded away in the fierce fighting situation was stunned for a long time, and finally someone shouted: "Win!! I bet on the commander, I won!!!"

"Great!"

"This is really awesome! Beat all my colleagues to the ground!"

The contempt and reverence among men is only a thought. Facing a real strong man, no one can not be excited, and has long forgotten the prejudice against Master Song just now.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers and applause, Master Song adjusted his breathing, pulled his sweat-soaked clothes, and subconsciously looked at Song Shu off the court. How beautiful, and quickly looked back.

... No, what is he guilty of.

After the fight was over, Master Song heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to Yang Chuan on the ground and said with a smile: "Yang Tongzhi, he has perseverance. This fight is not bad. We don't know each other, why don't we make friends?"

Yang Chuan looked at his outstretched hand, then at his sweaty head, laughed and raised his hand, and clasped him like a high-five, then stood up following the strength: "That's exactly what I meant!"

Yang Chuan is a martial idiot. When you can't beat him, everything is nonsense. If you can beat him, he will admire you from the bottom of his heart, absolutely without any villainous thoughts.

The two fought happily, and Yang Chuan no longer had the prejudice at the beginning, wiped off his sweat and asked him: "Master Song said you won, and you want me to continue to be in charge of the city guard camp?"

"We're all friends now, so just call me by my name, Master Song, with the character Yuanqing." Master Song's characters were given to him by his master, and he will be crowned this year. His 19th birthday has just passed, but he picked the characters in advance It's not surprising, "I'm too lazy to take care of it, and I can't take care of it. I see that you have trained well in the camp, so I can't really steal your right to speak."

Yang Chuan: "...Brother Song, if you say what you say, you will definitely win me. When you really win me in the end, you have already robbed me of my right to speak."

Master Song smiled and looked at the soldiers who were handing over towels with adoring eyes. They were all big and three thick, and they looked rough, but their hearts were not bad. They were all homeless civilians. People are not annoying.

He did not deny Yang Chuan's title of "Brother Song", nor did he accept the towels and water they handed over. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Song Shu standing outside, holding a snow-white handkerchief in his hand. His heart moved, and he politely rejected them. Kindness, went straight over.

Song Shu was lowering his head slightly, holding the handkerchief and thinking about something casually. Master Song looked at his black hair, glanced at the handkerchief in his hand with a smile and said, "Give it to me?"

Song Shu came back to his senses, the hand holding the handkerchief froze.

He originally wanted to follow suit and hand over a handkerchief to show his admiration for "brother", but it turned out to be the one given to him by Master Song before.

Song Shu didn't know what he was thinking, but subconsciously stuffed the handkerchief back into his sleeve: "No. I'll take it out and have a look."

Master Song: "..."

He actually felt that the current scene was very familiar, and now he finally remembered that it was like when he was a student and had a ball with his opponent to be handsome, and then a bunch of fanboys and girls handed towels and water, and he squeezed in front of the person he liked. The other party told him mercilessly: "I'm sorry, it's not for you."

Thinking of this, Master Song involuntarily shuddered.

...What a weird thing, it's too weird.

Looking at his expression, Song Shu thought that his self-esteem had been frustrated, but seeing him trembling again, he paused for a moment, chose to take off the fox fur on his body, put his hand on Master Song's shoulders, and tied the belt for him, softly He smiled and said, "Brother is very powerful, Xiaoshu has seen it."

Master Song was stunned, grabbed his wrist and said, "No need, I just finished fighting, dirty."

Song Shu didn't care: "It's for my brother, it's not dirty."