Chiwuxing

"The man's tone shook, "You really haven't made any progress at all. "

"Then what should we do?" Fu Chen turned around, staring at the wolf's eyes full of green light, he said bitterly, "Could it be the same as you, who would rather live in this kind of place, give soldiers deceit, and use his own way Treat yourself? Oh, Your Highness is ruthless and stupid."

The young man breathed out slightly as he spoke, panting and sighing, Zong Zhengxi looked at his calm expression without changing his eyes, and said, "You are not suitable to stay here."

"If you have so much resentment in your heart, you might as well go back earlier. The world is so big, there is a place for you to have fun."

Fu Chen pursed his lips and sneered, and said: "I'm not suitable to stay anywhere, I'm not suitable to live anymore. A few years of longevity, everyone... I deserve to be rejected."

"You're right." The man said lightly.

The smile on Fu Chen's face stagnated, and turned into a crooked expression, his face stiffened.

"Ah……"

Zong Zhengxi turned the wheelchair and walked from behind the desk to the young man.

The man moved swiftly, grabbing the shirt in front of the young man, without waiting for him to react, raised his other hand lightly, and then slapped his left cheek with a "slap", but it was so ruthless that the young man fell to the ground in an instant.

Even with the cold leather as a barrier, the strength is still undiminished.

"Are you awake?"

Zong Zhengxi didn't let go of the front of his clothes.

Fu Chen struggled and twisted, ignoring the bright red at the corner of his lips, his originally hardened spine arched again, and a hoarse hissed in his throat.However, the man held his back with his internal force in his palms, and Fu Chen's dark eyes were exposed in front of the man without any scruples.

Zong Zhengxi's eyes were dull and colorless, reflecting Fu Chen's movements.

He pinched the young man's back firmly with his left hand, and let go of his right hand, but there was only a moment of vacancy, before his hand could fall, he received a blow instead.

Unexpectedly, the young man reacted quickly in the ecstasy but became more alert, knowing that he was powerless, he hooked his elbow back and pushed him to the side.

Fu Chen's eyes were red, and in an instant, he mustered his whole body's brute strength to push deeply to one side. Zong Zhengxi wanted to stretch out his arms to clamp his neck again, but here Fu Chen got into the space under his arms, exerting force repeatedly. The person and the chair fell to the ground together.

The wooden chair slammed down on the ground, and the cloth rubbed against the hard stone.

Thin dust rose from the limestone floor, and the half-eaten piece of mustache fell out, sticking with a circle of black dust.

Fu Chen panted heavily, staring straight at the person next to him, and his expression was empty and absent, and he seemed to be at a loss now.

"Because of choking, he was obsessed with obsession." Zong Zhengxi raised his hand and grabbed his collar again, layers of icy blades sprang up in his eyes, "This palm, I struck for him."

The young Kong Wushuang's eyes gradually became turbulent because of these words, and his spirit returned to the man's deep eyes, and he said with a trembling smile: "He...heh...how could he, if he was like you, he would end up like this..."

The deep resentment in the smile is like the raging waves submerged in the deep sea, leaving seemingly invisible waves on the water surface.

"What about you?" The man said in a deep voice, "The result of his life is to make you into the stubborn and stubborn look you are now."

Zong Zhengxi let go of his hand, Fu Chen swayed, subconsciously put his right elbow on the ground, slightly lowered his head, and clasped his palm just above his right eye, covered by a shady scene.

"You are not blind, you are blind now."

Fu Chen's whole body froze, he turned his head, his black and white hair fell to the side, and he could only see the slender arched back trembling.

There was a rustling sound, like a ghost in a deep mountain.

Zong Zhengxi got up and sat on the ground, looking at the young man with a rare frown.

The sound faded away, Fu Chen suddenly raised his head, turned around and showed a miserable smile, only to hear him murmuring in a low voice, "What else can I..."

The young man's eyelashes drooped, and the room fell into silence. After a long time, he heard a man's voice:

"Did you cry after he died?"

"A man doesn't flick his tears lightly." Hearing this, Fu Chen raised his brows, lowered his head, turned his lips and smiled back.

It was a very contemptuous smile, but he couldn't see it.

"At this time, the tears are facing directly, and you are hiding."

Fu Chen's smile froze, he turned his head, raised his hand, and wiped the red blood from the corner of his left lip.

He avoided the man's gaze, and said forcefully, "If I cry, it's because I still have hope. My heart is dead now."

Zong Zhengxi looked at the increasingly active red centipede on his left cheek, and said slowly:

"But you're alive now."

It was as if the flood gate of thoughts in his heart had been pried open. At this moment, Fu Chen shook his head away, but his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

The sour taste rushed straight into his nostrils, Fu Chen hurriedly stretched his sleeves and covered his face tightly.

The man saw that the spine of the young man was trembling more violently than before, like a wave of the vast sea undulating with the wind and waves, surging and weak, drifting, without a place to return.

In the dark house, a curled up wolf.

Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes and closed them.

There was a lack of light by the wall, and there were endless murmurs in the dark, and a hoarse voice came softly:

"It turns out that for the rest of my life... I still have a chance to live...cough...cough cough..."

After a coughing sound stopped, Fu Chen straightened his body, still facing the man with his back, lowered his eyes, and stared at the delicate spider web in the corner of the wall.

He is the online person.

A slippery object was thrown lightly from behind, and it landed in the palm of his hand. Fu Chen lowered his head in a daze. It was a square piece of black silk.

"You've been wronged, don't let it fool you."

Fu Chen grabbed the black towel and put it in his clothes.With one hand on the ground, he stood up neatly, pulled out the machete from his waist, and with a quick sweep, he was breaking open the spider web in the corner, and then he walked to the left and swiped the same spider web on the other side.

Zong Zhengxi sat in the same place, heard the screeching of the knife and half opened his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

Fu Chen stopped his movements, faced the wall in silence for a moment, and turned around.He saw the man who was still sitting on the ground, stepped forward, helped up the wheelchair that fell sideways, paused, and walked straight to the table.

He picked up the few blueprints on the wooden table and scanned the patterns on them.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Fu Chen's eyes flickered, and he froze in front of the table.

It wasn't until the sound stopped and turned into a fricative that he said in a hoarse voice: "...I... have read in history books that there was a person who wanted to increase the power of the crossbow and made a 'crossbow' , but later because of its short range, it was not practical on the battlefield, so it was lost for a long time. The Hu people were good at riding and shooting since they were young. At this time, they changed their bows to crossbows, so they lost their advantage for nothing? "

Zongzheng Xi walked to his side and said in a deep voice: "You are right, but the advantage of the crossbow lies in the short-range secret attack on the battlefield. With a slight modification of its structure, it is sure to find the point where the shooting range and offensive power are balanced. "

"What you are holding are the patterns of seven kinds of crossbows, on which only the material and structure are marked. After you arrive at the Yandi workshop, you must talk to the craftsman about the seven different types of crossbows. Each of the ten sizes is made. The body length is three feet two inches, the string length is two feet five inches, and the rest is three feet and one inch plus two feet and three inches, three feet and two feet and two inches, two feet and nine inches and two feet and one inch, two feet and eight inches and two feet, Two feet and eight inches are two feet one inch, two feet seven inches are two feet, two feet six inches are one foot nine, two feet five inches are one foot nine, two feet four inches are one foot five."

"The remaining three pages on the table are sleeve crossbows and arm crossbows of different sizes, which can be used in the battle of Hu female soldiers. In the materials, be sure to remind him to use the mountain mulberry wood that Yan real estate has. Most of the smugglers in the border town are cunning and easy to use. Waste wood is used to make up the number, the color of the mulberry wood is copper-yellow with tree grains, and it must be inspected thoroughly before he can make it."

Fu Chen listened to the words secretly, and after a long time, he said silently: "I don't understand."

"Just remember if you don't understand." The man said lightly.

Fu Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said, "Why don't you go and ask him personally, Your Highness?"

"Don't go."

Fu Chen lowered his eyelashes and said, "Got it."

He stacked a few pages of hemp paper in his hand on the table.

"The blade is too long, you are suitable for using a knife." Zong Zhengxi said again.

Fu Chen pressed the handle of the saber at his waist with one hand, and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's suitable or not, just get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he put away the paper on the table, turned around and said, "If nothing happens, I will take my leave."

"Cover your hair when you go to Yancheng." Zong Zhengxi said as he watched the young man leave.

"understood."

Fu Chen left the courtyard quickly, the setting sun slanting to the west outside sprinkled rays of light on his eyelashes, and he squinted his eyes in a haze.The cold wind blew the wavy curls behind him.

Zong Zhengxi slid his wheelchair to the door, and the banyan tree just covered the roulette-like sunset, only shining like sword lights.

He raised his hand and took out a black and yellow object from the interlayer of the wheelchair.

It's like the golden sun that has been half-gnawed, and it is contaminated with the dust of the world's low and dirty.

The man stared at the light for a while, then put his eyelashes on his pale lips, and opened his mouth to chew.

Astringent, hard.

There is only an aftertaste, and you can feel a little bit of the original bitterness and sweetness.