Xiangye

Chapter 101 Big Eagle and Little Eagle
In early May, the sun was so fierce that almost within a few days, summer came.

In the city of Xi'an, there were two people standing in a small courtyard.

These two people are old and young, the old one has a square face, tall and strong, his skin is tight and healthy, and because of this, he looks only in his early forties.The crow's feet in the corner of one eye and the vicissitudes in the eyes reveal his true age.

The younger one was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, a pointed chin, and eyes as bright as knives.

Both of them wore sleeveless leather armor, thin-soled fast boots, and held a waist knife made of ash wood.The wooden knives were all wrapped in a piece of sackcloth and painted with a fresh, wet red earth paint.Arching their backs slightly, like two lynxes about to attack, they only wait for the opponent to show a flaw, and then slash out with a knife, and the winner is instantly determined.

It can be seen that these two people are exercising martial arts.

There is a lush locust tree in the courtyard. Under the bright sunshine, those leaves are growing vigorously, greedily absorbing the essence of the sun.

Pillars of light projected from the gaps in the leaves, and spots were printed on the ground and the faces of the two of them.

A murderous aura filled the air, as if infected by this invisible coercion, the few birds that landed on the branches were also frightened to stop singing, and even forgot to flap their wings to escape.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been facing each other like this. It was so hot that sweat dripped from their foreheads.

At this time, a cool wind suddenly came, the shadows of the trees swayed, the light and shadow danced, and a beam of light suddenly fell on the old man's eyes.

This is the time!
"Kill!" How could the young man let go of this opportunity, his tongue burst into thunder, and before the voice fell, he had already thrown himself in front of the old man.The wooden knife in his hand slashed fiercely at the old man's left shoulder.

The sound of the wind was rumbling, and the condensed air in the entire yard also boiled.

"Too much force!" The old man also yelled, holding the knife with both hands across the top of his head, blocking the young man's move like a tiger.

"Crack" two blows.

Obviously, the strength of the old man was weaker than that of the young man, and his body was cut short.

Originally, in such a situation, the old man should use all his strength to push the young man away with a knife.Only in this way can the distance between the two be widened and get out of the enemy's sword circle.

But at this moment, the young man suddenly noticed that the old man let go of his hand suddenly, and saw him take a step to the side.The whole person turned to the side in a strange posture, and he was thrown aside by him.

His pupils shrank, and there was a warning sign in his heart.He didn't care about that much at the moment, he used all his strength to jump forward a zhang, he was still in mid-air, he didn't know when he drew out a short ash wooden knife with his left hand, and cut back more than ten strokes in an instant.

"Bang, bang, bang" could be heard incessantly as weapons collided.

After landing, the young man found that his vest was covered in cold sweat.

At this time, the birds on the tree fluttered and fled in all directions.

"Okay, come again!" After the young man landed on the ground, he didn't wait to stand firm and shouted again, and the two knives, one long and one short, danced into a ball of red light, instantly enveloping the old man.A few locust tree leaves fell into the black light and were instantly smashed to pieces.

There was another stormy attack, and after a while, the old man finally couldn't bear it, he turned his feet again, jumped out, and shouted: "Wait a while, wait for me to take a breath."

The two stopped.

The young man looked over intently, the old man's chest was panting like a bellows, but there were beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his face, he was extremely tired.The leather armor on his body is full of traces of red paint painted on the wooden knife, and I don't know how many hits.

There was a surprise in my heart: "Master, my saber technique is still good enough, didn't I embarrass you, old man?"

"Hehe, little eagle, little bastard, what a quick knife!" The old man threw away the wooden knife and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "You are the first mandarin duck knife in Guanzhong, and it's fast when I'm your age." Not like you. Hehe, you know how to bully me, a bad old man."

The young man named Xiaoying was overjoyed to be praised by his master, he also threw away the wooden knife in his hand, helped the old man to sit down on the chair next to him, poured a cup of herbal tea respectfully and handed it over, saying: "Haha, so I have grown up I have won the first sharp knife in Guanzhong. If it weren't for your old man's training, the boy would not be where he is today."

The old man's chest was still heaving. After taking a sip of tea, he smiled and nodded: "Yeah, who am I? Daying, who was punished and prosecuted, can make a poor disciple."

That's right, the old and the young are the ones who arrested the big eagle and the young eagle in the name of the Shaanxi Procuratorate.Since their debut, the two master and apprentice have solved many strange cases and destroyed the lives of high-ranking gangsters and bandits. They are the iconic figures of the Six Doors of Shaanxi Province.

Daying's smile is full of relief and expectation. He has no children. Since he picked up Xiao Ying from the street 12 years ago, he has raised him as his own son.Now, this kid has finally emerged as a well-known figure.

Xiao Ying was young and frivolous, so he was proud of being praised by his master: "Master, in this way, my saber technique has already been mastered."

Big Eagle shook his head: "Learning is endless. Although you are the number one sharp sword in Guanzhong, you are not the number one master! Besides, your sword technique has not been practiced to the extreme, let alone the world. It’s in Guanzhong, I’m afraid there are quite a few people who can kill you. If you are full of damage, you will benefit from humility, so don’t be complacent.”

Xiaoying refused to accept: "Master, the only martial art in the world is speed. With a sword in hand, as long as you are faster than the enemy. When the opponent's weapon fell on me, the apprentice finished him with the sword first. Why should the dead kill me?"

Big Eagle shook his head: "What's the use of being fast, can't the enemy wear armor?"

"This, this... Can we go to the battlefield to fight and arrest murderers and criminals, they don't have armor on them."

Daying: "Even so, no matter how fast you are, you may not be able to hit the enemy first."

Xiaoying Daqi: "Master, I am faster than my opponent, why can't I hit the enemy first, it doesn't make sense?"

Daying: "No matter how fast you are with your sword, if you meet someone who is extremely skilled, he will have predicted your moves before you even made a sword, and will see your flaws, and will be there waiting for you one step ahead of you. So what if you move fast."

Xiaoying refused: "How could someone be so skilled in martial arts?"

Big Eagle: "You haven't seen it, it doesn't mean you don't have it." After speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed to Little Eagle's back shoulder.

"Why?" Xiaoying was puzzled, and reached out to touch the back of the neck, but touched the red lacquer in one hand.

Suddenly, cold sweat flowed down.

I immediately understood that the battle between myself and my master had already been decided as early as the first time I cut the air and jumped forward.

The master had predicted the path of his first strike, and he had already figured out the way to deal with it.Just wait until it fails, and follow the trend.

Fortunately, the master used a wooden knife. If it was a real one, his head would have already fallen into dust.

(End of this chapter)