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Iron Blood Yellow Sand Series One-Armed Knife (1)

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During the Ming Dynasty, Cangzhou people and horses passed on martial arts, practiced acrobatics from childhood, grew up to organize acrobatic classes, to sell art everywhere for a living, life is quite OK, one year, Ma Chuanwu took the acrobatic class to Ningxia, did not want to meet the Mongolian chieftain Daibai, together with Liu Dongyang rebellion, the Ming Dynasty sent troops to suppress, the two sides can not fight.

The rebels occupied most of Ningxia and burned and looted everywhere.

Ma Chuanwu's acrobatic class was not spared, and was robbed several times by the scattered soldiers, and the acrobatic class's belongings were almost looted. These people also became disheveled and ragged, not much different from the displaced people on the road.

Iron Blood Yellow Sand Series One-Armed Knife (1)

One morning, in the grass pile on the side of the road, they found a man covered in blood, with his right arm cut off, lying motionless on the ground. Ma Chuanwu put his hand under the man's nose and took a weak breath.

Looking at the man's dress, it seemed that he was a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, and the others did not want to save him, for fear of causing trouble. Ma Chuanwu said, "Although we are poor now, we cannot afford to lose our conscience. He is a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, we are the people of the Ming Dynasty, the more at this time, the more we can not stand by and watch. ”

He took out the only medicine for the knife wound, applied it to the man, and bandaged his wound.

After a while, the man woke up, Ma Chuanwu gave him a few more sips of water, the man was more awake, struggling to stand up, thanked Ma Chuanwu, and wanted to leave.

Ma Chuanwu said, "You are now weak, there is only one way to die, it is better to be with us first, have a care for each other, after you are healed, you can leave." I will never stop you. ”

The man thought about it for a moment and agreed to come down, and Ma Chuanwu took out his clean clothes and asked him to change into them. He found the man tattooed on his back with a majestic descending tiger.

One more person to eat, but also to eat some good, Ma Chuanwu this group of people pockets, soon cleaner than the face. Fortunately, these people can make some money by tricking every time they go to a place with many people, but they can only barely maintain food and clothing.

The man's spirit was getting better and better, but he didn't talk much, and he told Ma Chuanwu that his name was Zhang Banqiao. As for anything else, he didn't want to say more, and Ma Chuanwu didn't ask.

Sometimes when they walk to a deserted place, they will find wild vegetables to fill their hunger.

When they eat wild vegetables, Zhang Banqiao will avoid and eat something else alone. Ma Chuanwu gave him wild vegetables, and he didn't want them either. Later, Ma Chuanwu found that Zhang Banqiao was eating the bark with relish.

Iron Blood Yellow Sand Series One-Armed Knife (1)

"Bark is better than wild vegetables?"

Zhang Banqiao nodded, "Some of the bark is not delicious, like this bark, the outer two layers, can not be eaten, too dry, eat like a mouth full of sand." The third layer is delicious and sweet. Zhang Banqiao chewed a bite of the bark and grinned, "When I was a child, my mother cooked me tangyuan, which is the taste." ”

Ma Chuanwu took a bite, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as Zhang Banqiao said. He was very strange and felt that he must be wandering outside a lot. Because these things cannot be learned in a day or two, and they are not recorded in books.

Ma Chuanwu asked about his origin again, Zhang Banqiao did not speak, chewing the bark of the tree, looking into the distance, his eyes were very deep.

After holding back for half a day, Zhang Banqiao said slowly, "This ghost place, it is really strange, there is sand everywhere, the weather in April and May, everywhere is desolate, there is no hope." Brother Ma, you should talk about it, that Dabai and Liu Dongyang rebelled in this place where rabbits don't, what was going on in their minds? ”

Ma Chuanwu snorted, "How do I know?" I want to know more about what to eat for the next meal! ”

Zhang Banqiao nodded seriously, "When you say this, I want to eat the tangyuan cooked by my mother." Ma Chuanwu gave Zhang Banqiao a blank eye and walked away quickly. Zhang Banqiao said loudly, "I know I can't eat it, can't I think about it?" ”

Ma Chuanwu didn't bother to speak, just nodded, you think, you can think hard, think to death!

Zhang Banqiao lay down and soon snored loudly.

Ma Chuanwu looked at the sleeping Zhang Banqiao, very envious, can eat, drink and sleep, is it not a kind of happiness?

Zhang Banqiao, who was sleeping, suddenly shouted, "The tartar has come up, brothers, hurry up!" "Hands and feet are moving. Ma Chuanwu went over and shook him awake. "Are you dreaming?"

Zhang Banqiao touched his head and looked at Cui San beside him, "I dreamed that we were surrounded by a group of Mongolian Tartars, they were brandishing sabers, they wanted to kill us, I let everyone run quickly, Cui San couldn't run, saying that his feet were broken." ”

Iron Blood Yellow Sand Series One-Armed Knife (1)

Cui San sighed, "You've just got your feet, your whole family is on your feet!" ”

Zhang Banqiao said seriously, "My mother is left in my family, although she is old, her legs and feet are very good, and she runs faster than you." ”

Cui San sighed again, "You're expecting me to die, aren't you?" ”

Zhang Banqiao said seriously, "I hope that everyone will live and live well." ”

Cui San pulled Ma Chuanwu, walked a little farther, and whispered, "Big brother, this guy, I see that there is a problem with my brain." Can eat and sleep, is not able to work, with him can only add burdens, but there is no benefit, it is better to throw him away. ”

Ma Chuanwu glanced at Zhang Banqiao in the distance, "He looks like this, you drive him away, you let him die." With me there, I can't leave a brother behind, although he joined in halfway, but he has been with us for so long, he is also my brother, and if I have a bite of food to eat, I can't drive him away, even if I go to ask for food, there is also a bite of food for him. You should not say this kind of thing again in the future. ”

Cui San was very embarrassed and nodded.

When changing the trick, Zhang Banqiao watched with relish on the side, and Ma Chuanwu teased him, "I teach you the trick, good or not, you can also make money in the future, please let us drink wine and eat meat." Zhang Banqiao kept shaking his head, "I heard the old man say that this trick was left by Lu Dongbin's ancestors, I am too stupid to learn, just look at it." ”

One day, they came to a lively market town, everyone worked hard to perform a unique job, ready to make more money, Zhang Banqiao took a basket and helped collect money. After Cui San finished performing the sword swallowing, he rested on the side.

The performance was very exciting, and people threw a lot of copper coins. Just then, a young man threw a piece of gold into the basket.

Zhang Banqiao quickly thanked him, and the young man pointed at Cui San, "Just now his sword swallowing, the thing is good, this ingot of gold, is given to him!" Cui San quickly came up to thank him.

The young man took out two more pieces of gold, "There are two more pieces, as long as you swallow this sword, I will give it to you!" He said and drew a sword and handed it to Cui San. The sword was bigger than Cui San's face, and the blade was unusually sharp, and Cui San couldn't swallow it at all.

Iron Blood Yellow Sand Series One-Armed Knife (1)

Cui San's face was ugly, and he knew that he had encountered a smashed field.

Ma Chuanwu hurried over to break the siege and delivered all the money in the basket, along with the piece of gold, to the young man, "We have just come to the treasure land, we don't understand the rules, the prince is not strange, these silver, all give to the prince, just as our meeting gift." ”

The young man said, "Can't do it? This gold is also for you, but he will let me stab a sword, and if he does not die, these two ingots of gold will also belong to you. ”

Ma Chuanwu knew that he was in big trouble and was sweating profusely.

Zhang Banqiao suddenly said, "Brother Ma, in fact, I will swallow the sword, and I will only swallow the giant sword, I will show my son a hand, these three pieces of gold, we have earned it!" ”

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