Chapter 157 Skill
Fu Mingyi glanced at Xiao Qing to the side and sensed a hint of envy and admiration in her eyes.
Kids just love watching the excitement.
He chuckled inwardly and slowly withdrew his gaze.
At Zhao Ziyuan's command, soldiers indeed arrived with carriages and horses.
Zhao Yong showed no fear, stood up confidently, found a spacious spot, struck a pose, shouted loudly, pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around his waist, then lay down.
"bring it on!"
Wow! Xiao Qing stared intently at Zhao Yong's chest, noticing its bulge and rough skin that looked more like stone than flesh.
The entire hall was silent, with countless eyes fixed on Zhao Yong, awaiting his demonstration.
This made him feel a sense of enjoyment.
Glug glug glug... The soldiers drove the carriage slowly towards us.
"scare!"
Zhao Ziyuan leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly.
The soldier driving the carriage carefully spurred the horse forward, and one of its hooves slowly rose and then stepped on Zhao Yong's chest.
Zhao Yong lay there motionless, his expression unchanged.
Then came another hoof, a third, and a fourth.
Xiao Qing's heart began to race.
Next, the wheels will run over it.
These carriages are already very heavy; just now, the weight of a single horse stepped over them, and now the carriage, made of iron parts and wood, and its two wheels are running over them...
"Hah!" Zhao Yong shouted again, his attention focused entirely on his chest as he felt the wheels coming up.
Xiao Qing watched intently as the wheel slowly rolled over Zhao Yong. Seeing that Zhao Yong remained calmly lying there, with only his muscles tense and his eyes bulging, he couldn't help but admire him.
This skill is something most people can't do.
Once the carriage had completely passed, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, shouting, "Good!"
Zhao Yong laughed and jumped up, glancing around with a smug look on his face.
A round of applause erupted from the crowd.
Zhao Yong habitually clasped his hands in a fist and walked around, saying, "Thanks everyone!" Then he indulged himself in the applause.
Just as everyone was cheering and praising him, Fu Mingyi suddenly chuckled softly, which seemed out of place.
Zhao Yong was looking this way at that moment, and he noticed Fu Mingyi's smile.
Fu Mingyi's laughter wasn't loud, but Zhao Yong could immediately see the incongruity in his smile.
He was very sensitive to this expression.
He slowly suppressed his smile, staring intently at Fu Mingyi, and the surroundings gradually quieted down.
Many people noticed this scene and then looked over in the direction he was looking.
Xiao felt a pang of unease when she heard Fu Mingyi laugh, and now she had a bad feeling.
Li Qinghe pricked up his ears, trying his best to hide the excitement in his eyes.
I knew he wouldn't stay put like that.
"This brother doesn't seem to agree with my abilities."
If it were anyone else, Zhao Ziyuan might have even encouraged them to have a friendly competition.
But upon closer inspection... he flipped through the roster and saw that this was Fu Qingran's older brother, named Fu Jinyan.
It sounds like the name of a scholar.
Zhao Ziyuan thought to herself with a hint of disdain.
In short, if Fu Jinyan were to compete with Zhao Yong, it would basically be a self-inflicted humiliation.
He was about to help the young man out of his predicament when, to his surprise, the young man he wanted to help said, "I don't quite agree."
Xiao Qing knew that this was a signal that things were about to get interesting.
She stood tall and ready, chest out and head held high.
"Oh? I'd like to hear more." Zhao Yong crossed his arms.
Fu Mingyi smiled and shifted the focus of the conflict to Zhao Ziyuan.
"May I ask, Commander, what do we, who have joined the army, intend to do in the future?"
Zhao Ziyuan frowned and said seriously, "Naturally, it is to die on the battlefield, drive out the barbarians, and serve the country!"
Xiao Qing mentally gave him a thumbs up.
"On the battlefield, is it better to kill as many enemies as possible?"
"Of course!"
Fu Mingyi casually put his hands behind his back and said, "That's what I disagree with."
He looked calmly at Zhao Yong and said, "This Brother Zhao is certainly very skilled, but are these skills related to killing enemies?"
Xiao Qing knew that Fu Mingyi's words could sometimes bring the dead back to life and the living to death.
"This..." Zhao Ziyuan was momentarily speechless.
He vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this logic, but it also sounded very reasonable. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute it.
Zhao Yong's face darkened.
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Mingyi added, "In comparison, my younger brother's skills are much more practical." He stretched out his hand and gestured to sit down beside him, pushing Xiao Qing forward.
Xiao Qing calmly raised his head slightly. Although this angle wasn't humble enough, it wasn't arrogant or rude either. It probably just made him seem young, naive, and inexperienced in the ways of the world.
Many people looked incredulous.
Zhao Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat. "What skills do you have?"
Xiao Qing honestly replied, "I wouldn't call it a skill, I just have some hobbies when I'm in the mountains." She looked around.
This must be Zhao Ziyuan's usual training camp. Besides the tents, there is a training ground. The place is spacious and has a wide variety of weapons.
Looking into the distance, Xiao Qing pointed and asked, "Can I play on any of those places over there?"
Zhao Ziyuan raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "What a boastful tone."
Zhao Yong also chuckled.
"Young man, those weapons over there are very heavy. Don't push yourself, or you'll hurt yourself." He said this to Xiao Qing, but he kept looking at Fu Mingyi as he spoke.
Xiao Qing nodded. "It looks quite heavy. Well then, Brother Zhao, would you like to play with me for a bit?"
Zhao Ziyuan became interested.
"How do we play?" Zhao Yong asked with a hint of disdain.
"There are some I've never tried before, and I don't know how to play them. How about you pick one, I'll pick one, and we'll try them all right now, okay?"
Zhao Yong began to ponder.
His archery skills were not good because that wasn't what he had practiced since childhood.
However, he is not incapable of riding a horse.
Having traveled extensively over the years, his horsemanship, while not as good as that of a seasoned cavalryman, should be more than enough to handle a minor child.
Moreover, he can choose his own weapons.
The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger." He was most familiar with longswords, spears, and broadswords, so he could just pick one of these.
After thinking about it, he readily agreed, "Okay, I'll do it right away."
With that, the two headed toward the training ground.
As everyone watched Fu Mingyi and Li Qinghe follow Xiao Qing, some people began to whisper among themselves.
"He looks so thin and weak, how can he have such a big mouth?"
"Maybe he has real skills."
"He's just a boy, how can he compare to the incredibly strong Zhao Yong?"
"I hope Brother Zhao will show mercy."
"Those three people were really strange: one was a child, one looked like a scholar, and the other was a cripple..."
"How could someone like that join the army?"
"You must be joking..."
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