Chapter 335 Xu Yu, That’s Not an Illusion
Since it was agreed that he would bring Sang Zhixia out to relax, Xu Yu had never intended to make a big fuss from the beginning.
The only people visible in the carriage were Song Liu and another person named Ling Chu, as well as two horses that recognized their masters and followed the carriage on their own.
When Xu Yu went out to drive the carriage, Song Liu and Ling Chu followed him on horseback.
After Xu Yu got into the carriage, the two men took turns driving it.
Sang Zhixia couldn't sit still in the carriage, so Xu Yu led her onto the horse's back.
The two men and their horses galloped into the forest. Sang Zhixia looked back at the carriage that had stopped at the edge of the forest and asked curiously, "What are we doing in the forest?"
"Not going forward?"
"We can't go any further."
Xu Yu adjusted the reins and turned his horse. "The town is a hundred and twenty miles ahead. We won't be able to make it tonight."
"Are you afraid of sleeping outdoors?"
Sang Zhixia was a little amused: "If you're not afraid, why should I be afraid?"
Besides, from being exiled to here from the imperial city of Kyoto, it was common for Sang Zhixia to share meals and sleep outdoors along the way. She had long been accustomed to it.
Xu Yu let out a faint laugh, rubbed his chin against Sang Zhixia's hair and said, "Spring is over, and there will be some small prey on the edge of the forest."
"We're staying outdoors tonight. Let's go in and try our luck. We'll see if we can get something fresh for you to enjoy."
It is not surprising that Xu Yu would have the idea of hunting.
When life was difficult in the northwest, we were able to have meat on the table at home thanks to Xu Yu's ability to stay in the mountains.
But Sang Zhixia turned her head and stared at Xu Yu for a long while, then asked suspiciously, "Don't you go hunting without a bow and arrow?"
"When you see a wild animal, do you rush over and catch it with your bare hands?"
"Should I catch you with my bare hands?"
Bang!
There was an elusive sound of breaking through the air. Sang Zhixia only noticed that Xu Yu raised his hand and swung it to the side. When he came to his senses, he heard the dull sound of a pheasant falling to the ground.
Xu Yu kicked his foot and spurred his horse forward. He bent sideways and used his long arm to pick up a pheasant that had been hit in the neck by a flying knife.
Xu Yu hung the dead pheasant on the saddle and noticed Sang Zhixia's wide-open eyes, with a playful look between his brows.
"Zhizhi, do you remember the last time you looked like this?"
Sang Zhixia looked at the flying knife, not much bigger than an embroidery needle, hanging from the pheasant's neck and muttered, "When?"
"It's my first day in the Northwest."
Xu Yu leaned over and kissed Sang Zhixia's earlobe, saying in a hoarse voice, "When you were repairing the roof and I hugged you and you jumped off the roof, you had this expression on your face."
His eyes were bright, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
The light that burst out of his eyes at that moment was like the only visible sun submerged in the darkness.
Xu Yu couldn't help but sigh, "The moment you looked at me like that, I suddenly had the illusion that I was omnipotent."
It turns out that he is not omnipotent.
It is Sang Zhixia with light in her eyes.
Sang Zhixia's relaxed back touched Xu Yu's chest, and she laughed muffledly, "Xu Yu, that wasn't an illusion."
Xu Yu just chuckled when he heard the sound, slowly tightened his hands around Sang Zhixia's waist, and sneaked into the depths of the forest with the new prey.
Xu Yu only had five small flying knives with him, and he caught four prey, which was enough for dinner.
The throwing knives pulled from the pheasants and rabbits were rinsed and put back into the purse-like bag.
Only then did Sang Zhixia notice that the inside of this small bag was made of kneaded animal skin, which was extremely tough. No wonder such a sharp knife could not cut it.
Sang Zhixia carefully took out a throwing knife and twirled it between her fingers. Xu Yu, who had just finished hunting a pheasant, came over and saw it. He raised an eyebrow and said, "If you like it, it's yours."
Sang Zhixia raised her eyebrows in amusement: "I don't hunt, what am I going to do with this?"
"Boss, this is not for hunting."
Song Liu walked over with firewood in his arms, and his eyes were full of greed when he saw the flying knife in Sang Zhixia's hand: "This is a scimitar made of black iron, and it is also ranked among the top three among the hundred hidden weapons."
"If the young master hadn't been so generous, I would never have seen such a good thing."
If an ordinary person got such a treasure, he would not only offer three fragrant incense sticks a day as an offering, but at least he would keep it with great care.
But in Xu Yu's hands, it was an arrow for hunting and a knife for killing and cutting open the belly. It was almost used to chop wood.
Sang Zhixia was intrigued by Song Liu's words. She hooked the sleeve of Xu Yu, who was skewering a rabbit on an iron rack, and asked the biggest question in her mind: "What if you throw a small thing like a flying knife and can't pick it up?"
When hunting, if you can always hit the target, you can also go back and pull it out of the prey.
But what if it’s not hunting, but fighting?
Do I have to dunk on my opponent?
Xu Yu set up the iron rack with the hare skewered on it and sprinkled some salt into the small pot of pheasant soup. As the steam drifted away, he said, "Then I won't pick it up."
Sang Zhixia smacked her lips. "Isn't this made of black iron? Just throwing it away like that?"
What's the difference between this and throwing gold on the ground?
Xu Yu was amused by her surprise. He wiped the grease off his hands, pulled Sang Zhixia away from the smoke from the fire, and said slowly, "No matter how valuable the black iron is, it is not as important as your life."
"If a thrown flying knife can save your life, then even if you have ten or a hundred black iron flying knives, it would be worth it."
Xu Yu grabbed the flying knife from Sang Zhixia's hand and explained, "My father once had several talented people under his command. One of them was good at using hidden weapons. He made this flying knife for me."
"A year ago, he played twenty games for me. Now there are ten left. I'm giving them all to you."
Sang Zhixia didn't ask how the ten swords were lost. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the disappearing Leng Feng at Xu Yu's fingertips, raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you want me to learn?"
Xu Yu chuckled softly, "Zhizhi, you are very skilled with hidden weapons. They suit you better than ordinary swords."
After two years in the northwest, Xu Yu followed his promise. In addition to teaching personally, he also found a suitable martial arts method for Sang Zhixia, and asked Xue Liu to give him advice all the time. Even the old man would give him some pointers from time to time.
Sang Zhixia was not bad in talent, but he suffered from the disadvantage of laying a foundation late, and he did not have much time to study it carefully, so in the end he only chose to study his body movements in detail.
She has made some progress in Qinggong now, but Xu Yu has never told her what kind of weapon is suitable for her to practice.
Sang Zhixia played with the small scalpel in her hand without saying a word.
Xu Yu leaned closer in the leaping flames and said, "Zhizhi, a sharp weapon isn't meant to hurt others, it's meant to protect yourself."
"If you want to learn, we can visit the person who made the lancet on this trip. If you don't want to, forget it. I will protect you."
Sang Zhixia made a half-smiley sound and snatched away the flying knife that Xu Yu had taken.
"You promised to give it to me, so don't miss a single one."
Sang Zhixia suddenly seemed to think of something and said, "I've learned it. Take me hunting with you?"
Xu Yu smiled silently and nodded repeatedly: "But you can't just take this with you when hunting. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to ride a horse and use a bow."
The firewood in the fire crackled with a popping sound. Sang Zhixia hugged her knees, watching the oil dripping down the iron frame, and the corners of her lips slowly rose.
As Xu Yu stared at her intently, she smiled and said, "Okay."
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