Sha Po Lang

He saw an iron guy standing on his doorstep more than one person tall, with two bean-sized little round eyes under his brown iron helmet, with purple purple color characteristic of purple gold burning in his eyes, making him look particularly scary enough to be the first protagonist of the late-night ghost story.

The iron guy looked straight ahead, stuck over his long head, stared behind him, lifted a bowl of claws, pecker like a wooden bird knocked on his door, endless, couldn't stop.

At first sight, the sweat hair that could not lie down for the entire night exploded again.

He took a breath and took a quick step back, pulling down the sword at the door.

At this point, Gu Xiao revealed his head behind the iron guy and asked excitedly, "Is it fun? ”

Long g: “…”

Funny shit!

“Home and the guards won't dare to move weapons with you at will. I heard Uncle Wang say that you practice swords in the yard every day. No one feeds you. It's boring,” Gu Xiao said. "The horrible iron monster gently calmed down on the back of the iron guy's neck. Gu Xiao raised his hand and touched his big iron head. He smiled at Chang Gg.“ Can you play with a 'Sword Puppet'? ”

His gaze did not dare to linger on him for much longer, but he lifted his head to detail the iron monster, who was not moving like a mountain.

A moment later, he pointedly pointed to his chest: "Me, play with it? ”

Wasn't it really played by it?

Gu Zheng pushed the iron puppet into the small courtyard where he lived, and he followed him with weakness.

As a thief, the teenager maintained the calm on his face, but still dared only to glance at him when he turned around, looked at him a few more times, and found Gu Zheng dressed extraordinarily cool.

In the early winter morning, Gu Zheng was frosty. He actually wore only a semi-new and old-fashioned robe. He bent his waist slightly while playing with the iron puppet. That waistline seemed to be a little thinner than Long G had imagined.

Soon after, Long G realized he was looking where he shouldn't have seen it. He rushed over and asked: "Didn't you go out today? ”

Gu Jiao: “Well, Hume. ”

After a moment of silence, I couldn't help but say, "Why are you dressed like this, not cold? ”

“Shut up, don't learn Shen Yi, come here.” Gu Zheng waved at him, pulled the iron monster upright, patted him on the shoulder canal of the hard bang, “This is a mutation of the iron puppet, unlike the kind of ordinary home nursery, it is also called the Samurai Sword Puppet. Many of the world's youngsters in Beijing practiced martial arts sword. The first mentor was it, and I used it when I was a kid —— it would have a few fixed enlightenment swords, with seven points on it, head, neck, chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, legs, if you could stab any one of the first four points, it would stop immediately, but if you could touch the last three, you have to be careful, even if you hit the shoulder point, it could still move the leg, you could always lock it up, you want to lock any point in the shoulder and all the leg point of the sword, how about it, try? ”

Gu Xiao's explanation did not have a long ass. After three words and two words, he immediately entered a simple and rude practice: “Grab your sword. ”

The voice went down, the iron puppet had moved, his eyes were bright and purple, and he stepped forward on the ground, lifting his sword and chopping it.

Long G is not in state, the sword has not even been drawn/drawn out, hurry back a few steps in a hurry.

The Iron Puppet gave him no room to breathe, and as soon as it opened, he began to chase him indefinitely, forcing him to the corner of the courtyard.

There was nowhere to hide. He had to bite his teeth severely, hold his sword with his hands, wave it from the bottom up, two iron swords collided, his wrist tremendously trembled, the heavy sword fell directly off the ground, he had just gone hot and sweated again, and leaned back unconsciously - the iron puppet's sword stopped at the punch on his forehead.

A line of cold light stirred on the blade.

The small courtyard was silent, with only severe wheezing and the "rumbling” of the iron puppet.

Gu Zheng did not say a word, did not go forward to guide him, sat at the stone table in the courtyard, grabbed a small glass from his arms, unwrapped the bottle between his waist, and took the long eggs chased by the iron puppet around the current wine dish.

Chang Yuguang glanced at the old man, and the whole person was even worse.

On the one hand, he is like a newly grown peacock, the fur has not yet grown, he has started a "show him the colour” shaking heart; on the other hand, he is full of depression and a little dizzy as soon as he sees Gu Zheng.

The warfare intentions in the teenager's chest fluctuated between gas and extinguishing fire, but the iron puppet did not understand the style, spraying white steam under his feet, gliding a few feet away without any sadness, putting out his hand on his side, and again his sword finger was long.

Chang Gu put the heavy sword on his shoulder and took the initiative to go forward. He desperately remembered the trick of flying his sword with a dagger when the geese returned to Taishou.

Gu Zheng played with the small glass in his hand and shook his head straight.

Seeing the edges of those two iron swords rubbing violently, the sparks splashed, the handle of the sword came again unbearably oppressive, the long sword was not in place, the manpower was exhausted, the heavy sword took off again, and threw out more than three feet.

The Samurai Sword Puppet is used as a companion and does not hurt people. The purple light in his eyes goes away for a few moments. He takes the sword hanging over his long head and slides out again, changing position.

His forehead was sweating, but he couldn't help but look at it again, and he thought angrily: "Isn't he going away today? There's nothing to see! ”

Gu Zheng watched as Long G's sword was struck again and again. After drinking a pot of cold wine, the two long legs changed up and down three times. He was very heavy. Until after the iron puppet hit him hard, Long G's whole man flew out, and he finally stood up without panic.

Changg broke his skin on the ground, hot, reached for it, and a little bit of blood, but he didn't care to wipe it, because Gu Zheng walked to him, held his hands in his chest, and looked at the tall iron puppet in front of him.

He bowed his head unconsciously and was frustrated to see him.

“You panic in your heart, your feet float," Gu Xiao said, "If your feet are unstable, the stronger swordsmanship is also passive water and treeless. ”

He moved in his heart and raised his head very carefully.

Gu Zheng was rarely colorful and said softly: "Get up, I'll teach you. ”

Chang Gu first stunned, then opened his eyes and did not wait for him to react. Gu Xiao had taken him up indiscriminately, holding his sword hand from his back and holding him.

He swallowed a hard sip of spit and strained his back.

Gu Jiao lowered his voice: “Relax, don't look at me, look at your sword. ”

His voice was not set, the purple light in the iron puppet's eyes across the way had flashed, and he came again, his belly rumbling, as if attacking a flying drum of war, still fell face to face with a sword.

Even though some wildness is really hidden in the bloodstream, it can only be provoked in the midst of angry life and death. And after all, it's just a sword practice.

For a moment, he couldn't take that into account to make him uncomfortable and intimate, and the first reaction was still to retreat, as anyone under duress in front of such a huge thing would.

But Gu Zheng did not allow him to retreat. Long G felt that he was being pushed away by Gu Zheng. He rushed towards the iron puppet like a fearless drawing puppet. His wrist was set in Gu Zhena's iron striking palm. He was forced to voluntarily hand out the heavy sword in his hand. For a moment after the short soldier, Long G felt that his sword gripping hand had been flipped at a very subtle angle. The iron puppet's chopped sword had actually been “pryed”.

Cold iron rubbed his shoulders past him, nearly ripped his horn, his long heel instinctively closed his eyes and thought he would hit him directly.

Gu Zheng sighed in his heart and thought: “The child lacks a little blood, I'm afraid he's not the one with the sword. ”

The smell of cold iron crossed the tip of his nose and the iron puppet's elbow slightly jammed. Gu Li lifted his leg and kicked his long knee, drinking: “Open your eyes, arms! ”

His knees were soft and his legs were ejected by external forces, and his toes were impartial at the point of the iron puppet's arm.

“Kala” sounded on the machine, his upper arm locked, his long breath just halfway out, and the next moment, he was pressed and bent down.

A strong wind swept past my ears and “buzzed” - the iron puppet's legs swept across the sky.

Gu Jiao: “Watch carefully. ”

He squeezed his long hand, dragged the boy to the ground and slipped a sharp half-circle, the tip of the sword rubbing over the iron puppet's ankle.

Another "Kala” sound, the iron puppet was completely nailed.

It kept the golden chicken independent motion stationary, the purple light flashed in its eyes, gradually banging the drum, and dimmed.

Changg's palms were full of sweat and his chest fluctuated violently. He didn't even notice when Gu Xiao let him go.

At this moment, he felt the dividing line between himself and his little godfather.

Gu Zheng bounced off the dust from the bullet in his spare time: “It is a human habit to retreat. If you are against people, it is fine to go in and retreat, but remember, if you are against iron puppets or heavy armor while you are not on the ground, you must not retreat. Because these iron guys are burning purple gold on their feet, you will be chased by them as soon as you step back. At that time, your mind and body will be backwards, and it will be difficult to gather the strength to fight back for a short period of time. Instead, your hands and feet will fall into each other's hands. ”

Suddenly his head sinks for a long time, and he asks, "Is Father Godfather saying that if he encounters an enemy much stronger than himself, he has a better chance of moving forward than of retreating?" ”

Gu Zheng picked his eyebrows and said a little strangely: “Hey? What happened to Father Godfather today? ”

Long g is fine, only his mouth is always no big or small is annoying, open mouth call him “sixteen”.

Gu Zheng was born on the 16th of the New Year, and the princess started the small name. Apart from the princess and the ancestor, even the old master did not call him that. Although he was not much of a comparison, it was strange to be hung by such a small thing “sixteen long and sixteen short” in his mouth day and night.

In his experience, Gu Zheng felt like he could only get a "father-in-law" from this kid in two situations. One was that the blind cat ran into the dead rat. He accidentally made the son happy. The other was that the blind cat stepped on the dog's tail. He accidentally pissed the son off.

Changg took a deep look at him for a moment, and said sophisticated: “I didn't know anything about it before, not anymore. ”

How dare he continue to be reckless when he finally realizes he is despicable, unworthy and incompetent?

Sometimes a teenager may only have one night between the time he or she “thinks he or she grew up" and the time he or she really grew up.

The large leaves of the coarse branch, like Gu Zheng, suddenly feel something different about the long heg.