Seeing that it was the horseman, Wei Yang complained to President An Bai first and said, "I'm sorry, I'll sit down first, this friend cannot neglect it."

Mr. An Bai's expression changed several times. He stood up to greet him at the door, his face was a little ashamed, and sighed: "Brother, I am really ashamed."

A subordinate said, "But I am the horseman who catered to the prince..."

"I know, Brother Wei can ignore you and me. He treats us as human beings." Mr. An got up, threw down a hundred-cent money with a knife, walked out the door and bowed and said loudly: "Brother Wei, we still have official duties, and we will come to play with you when we have time another day."

Wei Yang nodded and said, "Welcome anytime."

President An Bai said to the stingy Ma Ban again: "It was Liu Dusi."

He asked the cold-faced horseman who followed behind him again: "Li Dusi."

Wei Yang understood the Ming Dynasty's official system and knew what the position of "Dushi" of these two people meant. Dushi was originally the "Dushi Commander" of the military soldiers of the garrison, and was the highest commander of the military soldiers in one place. However, the Ming Dynasty soldiers were often replaced, and the military soldiers of the garrison soldiers and officers were transferred to the camp soldiers, which was common. Therefore, the "Dushi Commander" of the garrison was also often borrowed by the camp soldiers. The so-called Dushi was just an intermediate military officer in the camp. It was originally a general of generals and deputy generals of the generals of the generals of the generals, and was only higher than the garrison. If he served as the generals of the Changrong camp soldiers or the model officers of the generals of the generals, there was another meaning, similar to the fact that many soldiers in the Song Dynasty called "Taiwei" when they saw many soldiers, and did not specifically represent the position.

The stingy Ma Ban Liu Dusi smiled and said, "Oh, ah, you are okay, are you here to have dinner?"

President An Bai smiled and bowed to Wei Yang and walked out quickly.

Wei Yang asked the two of them to sit down, and then he saw a hundred-civilian big money on the table.

"If you don't have any important things, you will definitely not come. What did the prince remember again?" Wei Yang asked withdrew the big money.

Liu Dusi smiled and said, "I really gave you good things this time. Look, there are two yards and a piece of land behind the yard, about two acres, all of which have been written in your name."

Why are there more?

Wei Yang asked him directly: "What else do I have to do?"

"Simple, the prince said, I want me to stay here to see what kind of noodles you make." Li Dusi took out two deeds, took out another deed, and took out another book, and said, "The prince ordered me to transfer this book "The Sword Technique of the Yue Girl" to you."

Yue Girl’s Sword Technique?

Wei Yang said in surprise: "But the sword technique passed on to Guo Jing and Hero Guo by the Female Hero of the 'Seven Heroes of Jiangnan' Han Xiaoying back then?"

Li Dusi nodded: "It's exactly this."

Wei Yang wiped his hands clean and took the book to read it. He was a newly copied sword score. He made a move every page, but he had no internal skills and mental skills. His sword moves were light and elegant, but he was also strong and simple. However, this sword score was probably just copied, and the ink on the next page was stuck at the back of the previous page. I don’t know why King Zhongshun thought of giving this sword score.

"Huh?" Wei Yang looked through it and was about to figure it out, but suddenly he found that the sword technique was just a few strokes, but it outlined a vivid image. The sword technique analysis was analyzed in a few lines or sentences next to it. The font was beautiful and it was written by a daughter.

Liu Dusi smiled and said, "There are many visitors in the royal palace, but this "Yue Nu Sword Technique" was the daughter of Temujin that year. Princess Hua Zheng later obtained it. The rare book is in the royal palace. Naturally, it cannot be given to you or shown to others. Therefore, the prince is afraid that he will call a woman who can write. After copying it at Ye, he ordered me to give it to you."

Nonsense, this brushwork is not something that a woman who knows how to write can write.

Wei Yang simply ignored it. After putting away the sword score, he immediately led the two of them to make noodles. With these two good laborers, he would save him a lot of effort.

A bag of noodles, a scoop of water, a handful of alkali, find several long sticks, and find a piece of sunny. This is enough.

Odor alkali is alkaline, which comes from natural edible alkali outside Zhangjiakou.

Pull the dough into a long strip, and then you have to leave it to nature.

"It's useless for two of you to wait here. You can take some back and dry them in the palace. It's best to dry them in the shade, and the storage date will be longer." Wei Yang clapped his hands to complete the process.

The two of them looked at each other, that's that simple?

"If not?" Wei Yang simply said, "In addition, I have a dry food that I can carry for a long time, which is quite similar to the naan from the Western Regions. I wear it in her sheepskin pocket when I go on a war, and can be stored in the northwest for a month."

What is that?

There is no definite name. Wei Yang went to junior high school when he was a child. Because he was a boarding house, his mother would make buns for him that were enough for a week before going to school every weekend. Sometimes the weather was wet and the general buns could not be protected for so long. So he mixed the Western Region Bag and Jingning Guokui method and used salt and salt as seasonings to make alkali-free pancakes. Sometimes they were forgotten in the schoolbag, but they were still dry after more than a month.

It just tastes tooth-free, so it is best to soak it in boiling water before eating it.

"Come on, you have nothing to do, so you can make a few first," Liu Dusi laughed, "Let me eat more noodles for you."

Three or five days later, the two of them returned to the palace with basically dry noodles, a small bag of vermicelli, and dozens of kilograms of pancakes.

Don’t think they have taken advantage of it. Weiyang has nothing to be idle these three or five days.

He practiced his skills while sitting and lying down during the day. From time to time, he asked the two of them how to sword skills. They were good players who came out of war. Although their internal skills were weak, their sword skills were sharp. One sword was one sword, and they would never drag on the mud. It was almost a physical instinctive killing skill.

Besides, he has practiced well with the two of them before thinking about it by himself. In the past few days, he realized that his sword skills have improved greatly.

But he also knew that the upper limit for those two was only here.

Internal strength.

Only by practicing strong internal strength can we constantly break through these shackles.

On this day, Wei Yang saw the potatoes and remembered the two yards given by King Zhongshun. They were on the right and back of his house. Seeing that there was nothing left and right, he took the knife and headed straight to the left. When he entered the door, he heard the sound of someone stomping tiles on the roof. He knew that it was the two of the Demon Sect. He didn't say it. He turned around and opened the door and then walked around the back. Seeing that the house was quite solid, it was just that too much space was wasted in the yard, so he planned to unearth the land and asked someone to help cultivate the land.

After being busy until afternoon, Wei Yang was about to see the land in the market. As soon as he went out, two tall men came towards him, one was covered in dust and had a long sword on his waist; the other was strong in shape, wearing black clothes, but with two beards and a thick and wide sword on his back.

Disciple of Songshan Sect?

Wei Yang's heart suddenly shook, and he drifted to the side. He heard the man with a dusty face shouting in a deep voice: "Ding Erxia, you should go and help King Zhongshun beat the Tartars. Feng is a special guest in the world, and he dare not disturb your skills."

The man in black just smiled and said, "Senior Brother Feng, you're just talking about it. Our Five Mountains Sword Sect is in the same spirit. The matter of Senior Brother Feng is Ding Mian. How can we distinguish you from me?"

Ding Mian?

The junior brother of Zuo Lengchan, the head of Songshan Sect, is the great Taibao of Songshan Thirteen Taibao, and Ding Mian, known as the Tota Master?

Wei Yang glanced at his palms and found that it was indeed greater than ordinary people and more than ordinary people.

This is a guy who feels it’s hard to mess with at first sight.

Wei Yang looked at the senior brother Feng, the Five Mountains Sword Sect, whose surname was Feng, and in the decades before the plot of Xiaoao, he must be Feng Buping, the number one master of the Huashan Sword Sect.

This man was introverted, tall and thin, as if the sword around his waist was compared by the Tota hand who did not hide his domineering sharpness.

But when they were together, he was more eye-catching. For example, a sword that knew that it would definitely drink blood when it was unsheathed.

The man indeed said: "Ding Erxia, Feng is the descendant of the Huashan Sect, but his relationship with your Songshan Sect is not far-reaching, and he dare not take advantage of your glory."
Chapter completed!