Updated: 2012-03-23

The little boy had a pretty face and smiled. He held a hard bow about the same height as him in his left hand, and held a feather arrow with two fingers in his right hand. He looked like he was about ten years old, and he had not tied his hair yet, but he was not short. Under his pretty expression, he had a faint seemingly reserved temperament, which was actually cold and arrogant. He stood up with both legs, and his body was as straight as a pine tree that had not yet towered.

A ten-year-old child stood on the official road with a hard bow that looked a little old and damaged, and stopped seven or eight men who were in the prime of life. It should be very funny, but for some reason, Wu Lailu, Li Sanfu, Liu Laizi and others just felt a little ridiculous and then shocked, and there was a little bit of fear that could not be expressed. Seven or eight men were afraid of a child in their teenage years old?

This is how it is, so it seems quite strange.

Although the son of a tiger and a leopard has not yet formed a pattern, he already has the energy of eating cows.

The reason why Wu Lailu was a little scared was that he could recognize the origin of the bow at a glance. It was the arch that was carefully created by Emperor Gaozu Wen during the Kaihuang period when Emperor Gaozu destroyed Nanchen. At that time, he devoted three years of effort to create only a few thousand. He knew it if others didn't know it.

"Young man, why did you block our way?"

Wu Lailu asked calmly.

He asked very politely. Although he was a little shocked and fearful, he was confident that if he wanted to knock down the child, the child would not even have the chance to pull the bow. Back then... Forget it, the things back then were just nightmare.

The young man raised his jaw and said, "It's not just blocking your way, but just delaying you for a while. There is water on the road ahead, so don't splash you all."

Wu Lailu frowned. What he couldn't understand was that since Tiefutu was going to do business to rob the three carriages, why did he send a child to stop the pedestrians behind? With the means of that group of horse thieves, do you need to be afraid of his seven or eight farmers? Suddenly, Wu Lailu understood.

"Thank you guys, we'll turn back and find an inn to stay in. We'll get on the road tomorrow morning."

The boy smiled, very beautiful and clean.

"You are a smart person, I like smart people. But... I don't like you staring at my hand, you can tell that you recognize this bow, so you must be guessing if I can pull the two stone arch bow, right? You think I'm bluffing, so I'm not afraid, but you pretend to be a little scared in front of a boy like me. In fact, what I'm thinking is that if you hit it with that wooden stick, I don't even have the chance to draw the bow, right?"

The boy smiled confidently: "Your shoulders sink, your steps are forward and backward, and seeing your holding of the stick, it is more like holding a knife. This is the standard guarding posture for the soldiers of the Great Sui Mansion to fight, and you are used to using your left hand."

Like a monster, the young man pointed out the secret in Wu Lailu's heart word by word: "If you are not a spy sent by the military soldiers, you are a deserter. Obviously, the latter may be bigger. I guess it is correct?"

Wu Lailu's eyes cold and his face changed. He never expected that the secret he had hidden for many years would be seen through by a teenage child at first sight. The military rules of the Sui Dynasty were ruthless, and there was only one fate for deserters, that was to kill him and cause harm to his family. Although he was not a deserter, the young man had guessed it was not far away. He escaped through hardships, and for the first time he guessed the secret that had been hidden for many years. Therefore, he had the idea of ​​killing in his heart, although his opponent was just a child.

"Don't think about taking action. Since I'm talking about it, I'm not afraid of you taking action."

The boy gestured at Wu Lailu's height: "Although you look as strong as a cow, I promise to shoot you with one arrow, and I will never need a second arrow. Moreover, my archery speed is definitely faster than you think."

His smile is very bright, with a little...shyness?

Yes, when you praise yourself, you have to show some embarrassment.

Wu Lailu's face was a little pale, and his hand holding the wooden stick tightened and loosened: "Brother, let's go back now. Thank you, we will definitely not go north until noon tomorrow."

After saying that, he clasped his fists at the boy very seriously.

Liu Laizi didn't know why Wu Lailu was so polite to the boy, but when he heard the boy say that Wu Lailu was a soldier, his heart trembled suddenly. The soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were all military families and had a much higher status than ordinary farmers. Wu Lailu's family moved to Fangcheng Village from another place, which was only four or five years old. Usually, he looked at the old lady not like an old rural woman, but her expression and behavior were more like the mistress of a wealthy family. Now it seems that the boy's casual words were true.

How much reward can you get when reporting a deserter?

Liu Laizi thought about it and felt a headache.

Wu Lailu signaled everyone and turned around to leave. The moment he turned around, he saw the boy's right hand hanging down with Bu Gong's bow, as if he was no longer alert. At this moment, Wu Lailu's eyes suddenly became cold. He twisted his feet, and the soles of the cloth shoes made a harsh friction sound on the ground of the official road, and a burst of explosive force broke out under his feet, and his body hit the boy like a cannonball.

The moment Wu Lailu turned around and rushed over, he suddenly, in a daze, saw the young man picking the corners of his mouth.

The left arm that had already hung down was raised, and the right hand that was holding the feather arrow was placed on the bowstring. He pulled the bow, and the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a meteor. The distance between the two was only less than three meters, and Wu Lailu was confident that he would sweep the young man's neck with a stick in one breath. His powerful left arm had been raised and the wooden stick was raised.

The wooden stick was raised, and his movements had to stop.

In less than a breath, he completed the action mentioned above. However, the young man shot an arrow. The young man shot an arrow and did not stop his movements. He raised his right hand and pulled out the second feather arrow from the quiver behind him like flowing water, pulled the bow and aimed.

The second arrow did not shoot out, facing Wu Lailu's throat, who was holding his left arm high.

With a trembling sound, the first feather arrow penetrated the solid official road behind Wu Lailu. The feathers were still buzzing and trembling, and were penetrated into the ground.

Wu Lailu subconsciously lowered his head. He saw a hole leaking in the water bag hanging by his waist. The water was leaving behind. The first drop of water fell on his feet.

The boy tilted his head: "You have killed someone."

He said.

"And, you want to kill me."

The young man frowned very well: "I'm sorry, you can't kill me. Moreover, you have already made me want to kill. Although you are not a person worth killing, I really don't mind using you to break my killing habit. If you still want to kill someone to silence me, I don't mind looking at you."

A ten-year-old boy always looks weird when he says these words.

Wu Lailu was not an ordinary farmer, nor was it just a deserter. During the Southern Expedition of the Great Sui Dynasty, he was just a young man, no bigger than the boy holding a bow. His family changed tragically, and he followed his grandmother to Hebei to take relatives but was turned away. He wandered to the north of the north and settled in a small village called Fangcheng a few years ago. If his life experience was found, it would be another tragic disaster. Although so many years have passed, Wu Lailu did not want to bet on his life.

Looking at Wu Lailu's expression, the boy sighed and said, "Don't convince?"

He put the bow and arrow in his hand casually by the roadside, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, try again."

Wu Lailu raised his hand and lowered it weakly.

"I think, I know who you are. The young leader of Tiefutu is indeed a young hero."

He gritted his teeth and said, then turned around and left.

The boy showed his snow-white teeth and smiled: "Wait a minute."

Wu Lailu stopped and turned around and asked, "What else do you want?"

The boy took off his water bag from his waist and threw it to Wu Lailu: "I will ejaculate you and pay you one. If you go back, you will be considered as giving me face. One code will be the same, and we will not owe each other."

Wu Lailu reached out to pick up the water bag, and neither thanked nor spoke. He tied the water bag to his waist and walked away with great strides. The men in Fangcheng Village looked at each other in front of each other, and finally followed Wu Lailu's footsteps. From the way back to the small village I had passed before, I found a simple inn on the roadside to stay. Wu Lailu didn't say a word. Liu Laizi wanted to come over and ask several times, but when he looked at Wu Lailu's cold eyes, he was afraid that he had never dared to speak. Everyone had supper speechlessly, and then plunged into the quilt, feeling helpless and a little frustrated, and a little confused.

Wu Lailu sat by the kang and habitually picked up the water bag to drink water.

The water bag is not his. It looks a bit dirty, but it is much more delicate than his original one. The high-quality cowhide water bag has some twisted Turkic characters. Wu Lailu doesn't recognize those Turkic characters, but he knows eight big Chinese characters. These eight characters are in the font of the past, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake.

Drink good water and urinate every day.

Below these eight characters, there is a line of small characters written in small regular script with beautiful hairpins, which are neat and beautiful, and are more like a woman's handwriting.

Grandpa Mao’s good child-Li Xian
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