Su Chuan still had a blank expression on his face, and he was not interested in the topics being discussed by the second young lady and the soldiers around him.
She still ignored the soldiers who were still trying to find something to talk to her.
Her face was tense, and in her eyes she could see the young mistress Song Jinxiu, who was riding a horse galloping with Su Mo in front of her.
Song Jinxiu occasionally looked back to see if her sister had adapted to such a fast march, but found that she had already become familiar with the soldiers, chatting and laughing.
This girl is getting more and more courageous.
Suddenly, she saw her Green Dragon Crescent Blade being held by a bearded man, and she couldn't help but frowning.
Su Mo also noticed it and glared at the bearded man in dissatisfaction: "Old Five, can't you even hold a knife? Put it on the horse's back, be careful not to hurt the horse."
To them, the cavalrymen's horses were more valuable than themselves. If you don't take good care of your warhorse, you will be punished.
Song Jinfang glanced at her future sister's dark face, stuck out her tongue, and quickly said, "Brother Lao Wu, isn't my knife a bit heavy? Shouldn't I take it?"
The bearded man shook his head quickly, "It's not heavy, not heavy, not heavy at all. I can carry it."
He gritted his teeth and put the knife on his shoulder.
What a joke! He can't even lift a little girl's knife. How can he still be called the fifth brother?
Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, people fight for a breath of air, and he, the fifth child, would not be outdone by a child no matter what.
Song Jinxiu frowned and glanced at her sister: This child has been spoiled by her uncles and brothers at home. I didn't expect that in less than a year, she has developed the temper of a spoiled girl.
He even asked others to help him carry his weapon. Do you know how heavy that replica of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade is?
My younger sister's body has been transformed by herself and is now different from that of an ordinary person. He usually practices martial arts with Fang Ziyu. She ate nutritional pills as candy beans, so don't look at her small size, she is not on par with Su Chuan in temperament.
With her current body, it would be no problem for her to beat four or five adults.
This is also the reason why she agreed to let her go to southern Xinjiang.
But she didn't expect that she would become the group's favorite so quickly and let others hold a knife for her. She was so lucky.
At this time, the man who had offered to help Song Jinfang get the knife at the beginning teased him, "Hahaha, Lao Wu, you haven't eaten yet? You really can't lift it? Give it to me, I'll get it."
The bearded Lao Wu glanced at him, rolled his eyes, smiled innocently, and then handed the knife to him, "Here you go."
snort! Let's go home together.
The man smiled and took the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. As soon as the knife entered his body, it sank suddenly. He quickly grasped the knife with both hands and exclaimed, "Oh my god, this knife is so heavy."
Everyone looked at him with disdain, thinking that he was just saying it on purpose to make the girl happy.
This knife looks very real. It is just made of wood and painted to look real to play with children.
"Look at how pretentious you two are. Little sister, let's ignore them."
Song Jinfang blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes. He had seen through her. This group of enthusiastic brothers might not be as energetic as her!
The man holding the knife was still in shock and shouted: "What a heavy knife! This knife is so heavy, little sister, can you lift it?"
The soldiers looked at the man holding the knife and howling exaggeratedly, and laughed and teased him.
She said that the little guard girl who had been wearing a smeared face was a little angry that they believed that the two axes might be real. After all, this girl didn't have any real skills, and the princess couldn't possibly take such a young child with her.
But they didn't believe that the eldest princess's lance and the second young lady's sword were real.
"Is it true? What kind of wood is so heavy? Could it be ironwood? Let me try."
"I'll try it, too."
Lao Wu’s full beard couldn’t help but tremble: Tiemu? Is this knife made of pure iron? I'm afraid it's made of high-quality cold iron, otherwise it wouldn't be so heavy.
A Green Dragon Crescent Blade was passed from one person to another among the cavalrymen.
At first, they all howled and looked down on the exaggerated expressions of their comrades, but once the knives were on the sword, the expressions on their faces became equally colorful.
As soon as the men get on the stage, they know whether there is any.
There were bursts of exclamations from the team.
The soldiers behind were very curious and asked what happened. Can't even maintain formation?
So when they set up camp to rest, everyone knew that Song Jinfang had a sword weighing a hundred pounds.
Many people don't believe it. "You're just kidding. How can she hold a knife worth hundreds of pounds?"
"If it's not a hundred, it must be seven or eight. Don't believe me? Let's make a bet."
"Let's make a bet. Tell me, what's the bet?"
"I'll bet on your pack of good tobacco."
…
Everyone was clamoring and gathering around Song Jinfang, trying to take the knife from her hand.
Song Jinfang didn't dare to relax anymore.
Not only did her sword affect the formation of the cavalry today, but she was also scolded by her sister when she came back, saying that if she continued to affect the march, she would take back the sword.
In fact, the knife is only about five or six knives in weight, but because it is hers and it was unexpected to her family, it is inevitable that it is praised.
"Little one, just let me try, and I'll give you some candy."
"Yeah, we made a bet with someone else, so let's give it a try. It really weighs a hundred grams, and I'll buy you a flower to wear."
Song Jinfang: Who cares about your candy and your flowers?
but……
She looked at everyone and said with a grin, "Are you tired, brothers?
Everyone: "It's OK."
They had long been accustomed to such forced marches.
"Well, how about we have a fight?"
"Gestures? What do you mean?"
Song Jinfang jumped onto the horse's back, performed a few saber tricks, held the saber horizontally, and said, "Please give me some advice."
During the march today, the sight of these cavalry soldiers helping her hold the sword made her realize that she was stronger than them, so she wanted to try to see if she could beat them.
Is this a martial arts competition?
The camp was suddenly in an uproar.
In the empty space beside the camp, Song Jinfang had already prepared himself. A man riding a red horse holding a halberd asked uncertainly, "Little sister, are you really going to duel with me? In a horse duel, it's not the one with more energy that will win."
Song Jinfang nodded, "Well, Brother 꺶, please teach me."
Someone started to make a noise: "I say, Lao Liu, since the little one wants to fight, just play with her. What are you hesitating about?"
The red horse man glanced at Song Jinfang, pointed at a wooden stick used to support the tent, and said, "Okay, I'll play with you today. Give me that stick."
He dropped the halberd in his hand, picked up the wooden stick, and smiled at Song Jinfang to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, brother will let you go."
When Song Jinfang saw this, he quickly put down the knife in his pocket and picked up a wooden stick.
The two looked at each other and rode to the opposite side. The man riding the chestnut horse hesitated, wondering how to use the stick so that he could not hurt the little girl but also make her ride off the horse.
As a result, while he was hesitating, Song Jinfang's wooden stick had already arrived.
With a "thump," the man was swept off his horse in disbelief.
Everyone: Tsk! Isn't this a bit too much? Just let him lose.
A man with a hooked nose said, "Little guy, brother is here to meet you."
After two rounds, Hooked Nose was defeated.
This camp was in an uproar.
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