Xiang An didn't answer. He lay prone on the ground and jumped over, pointing his spear at Xiang Liang's lower body.
Xiang Liang drew his spear horizontally, and he jumped up, knocking Xiang An's spear crooked. His body spun around in the air, and the tip of the spear struck Xiang An's face.
However, Xiang An did not avoid it. He lay back together with his spear, and the silver light flashed in the air and drew a large arc.
Ping——
The spears and poles collided, and neither side got a good deal.
Xiang Liang landed, Xiang An turned over, and the uncle and nephew changed their positions and looked at each other again.
But it was Xiang An who kicked the spear and it fell into his arms. Xiang An held it up and held it in his hands with both fists: "My uncle is very skilled. My nephew is the one who beat me."
Xiang Liang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "You kid...there are no outsiders now, so what if I lost a bit? I'm not the kind of person who refuses to change."
"But you, and your brother..." He slammed the spear into the ground, and looked at the two of them with a smile on his chest, "You two
His skills are really good, it seems that he is interested in it."
"Uncle, you are so complimentary. We brothers still need to practice." Xiang Yu stood next to Xiang An, with a slight smile on his face.
Xiang Lu stood behind the two brothers and shook his head helplessly: "Second brother, you can't do this. A junior can beat you. If they fight together, won't you lose in a few rounds?"
"Then I'll lose. I'm a military commander, and I'm playing tricks with you!" Xiang Liang glared at Xiang Lu, "On the other hand, you, Fourth, are you happy to see my joke?"
"Well, that's not the case. Second brother, what are you talking about..." Xiang Lu waved his hand with a smile.
Xiang Liang rolled his eyes and ignored the meddlesome old man. He took three spears from Xiang An and Xiang Yu and threw them back into the gun rack accurately: "I have tried my hand skills, you guys
Do you... know how to shoot?"
"I haven't tried archery yet, but I think it's pretty strong." Xiang An put his hands on his hips with a casual look on his face.
"I'm not sure, but..." Although Xiang Yu didn't speak, his expression gradually became more confident.
"Two brats..." Xiang Liang glared, "Don't think that just because you've gained a cent from me, you can be so brazen!"
"You think archery is easy, don't you? Fourth child!"
"Okay!" Xiang Lu chuckled, pulled the longbow from the weapon rack on one side, took out an arrow from the quiver, narrowed his eyes slightly, opened the bow and nocked the arrow, and licked the tail feather of the arrow.
call out--
Before the brothers could see clearly, the arrow was shot out.
Bang!
The two looked in the direction of the arrow, only to find that the arrow had been nailed to a wooden stake dozens of steps away, and the arrow...
The two brothers approached and were shocked.
There was a big fly nailed on the arrow. The most important thing was that the arrow only hit the wing of the fly, but did not hurt the life of the fly. The fly was still buzzing and struggling!
"Cousin, you—" Xiang An screamed, looking at Xiang Lu in surprise, "How awesome!"
"Such shooting skills..." Xiang Yu took off the arrow. The fly's wings were not seriously damaged and it could still fly crookedly.
"You two are highly skilled in martial arts, but you must remember that you must never judge a book by its appearance, let alone be arrogant!"
Snapped!
Xiang Liang came over and immediately caught the big fly flying in the air.
"Some things scream loudly, but they are just annoying." Xiang Liang looked at the two brothers and said seriously, "You can be flamboyant, but you must not be presumptuous; you can be confident, but you must not be arrogant!"
"On the battlefield, you can roar loudly, but when you return to life, you must understand that calmness and silence are often a person's best weapons." Xiang Liang opened his hand, and the fly's body fell to the ground, with two wings.
But he had already picked it off, and the fly could only crawl on the ground, "Just use your language when needed."
Snapped.
Xiang Liang stepped on the fly, crushed it, and threw away the fly's wings.
"If you still scream without any ability, the result will be death."
"But in terms of my hope, even if you are capable, I hope you can maintain restraint in your life." He turned his back, "Our Xiang family has been generals in the Chu Kingdom for generations, and we are well versed in this.
In a sense, words can hurt and kill people more than weapons, so you must not talk too much. Too much words will lead to mistakes, and you must not be arrogant, as arrogance will lead to self-immolation."
"Yu has learned a lesson."
"Ann has learned a lesson."
The two brothers bowed to Xiang Liang.
"You are my nephews, and now you are equivalent to my biological sons. I don't know how my eldest brother takes you to live outside the customs, but if I want to be responsible for you, I must ensure that your morality cannot be compromised."
"Virtue is more important when practicing martial arts. A virtuous person can subdue others without using fear or power." Xiang Liang patted the shoulders of the two brothers and said seriously, "Do you understand?"
...
More than ten miles west of Pei, there is a mountain named Pangshan.
Pangshan Mountain is not high, only three to four hundred meters, but it is considered a rare high mountain in this alluvial plain.
There is a village under Pangshan Mountain called Zijia Village, which is the boundary of Sishui.
This village lives and works in peace and contentment all year round, and it can be regarded as a paradise.
This village has rarely been affected by war, ultimately because this village has the custom of worshiping the mountain god.
Every June, as long as pigs are killed and sheep are cooked and placed in the tiger temple on the top of the mountain, the tigers in the mountains will protect the village. This is common knowledge in Zijia Village.
It's just that something strange seems to have happened in this mountain forest.
A ball of black air just floated on the top of the mountain.
Mountains and forests have aura, and aura nourishes spirits and monsters.
The black air rose from the Zi family's ancestral grave and floated along the way, as if it was looking for something.
But it struggled to find it, and seemed to be afraid.
Roar------!!!
A roar that shook the world came from the cave on the top of the mountain. It seemed to be powerful and almost roared away the black energy.
The black energy was even more frightening, floating dangerously like a candle in the wind, and motionless in place because of fear.
"What kind of ghost is causing trouble here!?"
The voice came out of the cave with anger, and stood on the ground, glaring at the black energy.
It was a middle-aged man wearing black cloth shoes and an orange-yellow black-patterned robe. He had his eyes raised and looked extremely powerful.
Not far from the middle-aged people and the black men, there is a temple.
There are a pair of characters inscribed on both sides of the temple.
"A good tiger does not eat blood."
"The most upright and true immortal."
"What I say is that it turns out to be just a little devil born from spiritual energy." The middle-aged man is naturally the tiger who lives in the mountains. Years of practice have allowed him to cultivate a human form.
After casually slapping away the demonic black energy, the tiger turned and walked towards his cave, no longer paying attention.
It's just that he didn't even notice that his cuffs were wrapped with a wisp of inconspicuous black air.