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Volume 1: Pines and Cypresses on the Peak of Wudang Chapter 123: Knight - Don Quixote...

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    "Get up!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted with laughter. It was her first time to spend the night in the mountains. It was so fresh that she was so excited that she didn't fall asleep until midnight. Even so, she was still full of energy when she woke up in the morning.  "Haha, Zhiruo, you are so happy. Come on, stop being naughty and wash up first." Bei Jinyi had boiled water early and was waiting for everyone to wake up and wash up.  The group of eight people took less than half an hour to wash up and have breakfast, and then hurried on their way.  In the early morning, there was a deep chill in the mountains, and the mist was shrouded in gauze. The sun had just peeked out, and the light was dim. Leaving the fire, the girls were shivering with cold, and they had to walk for two or three miles before they warmed up.  "Drink! Ha! Drink! Ha!" Suddenly they heard shouts from the front, and several people couldn't help but tighten their weapons. After walking a few steps, they saw a young man naked, holding a sharp knife and pointing it at a tree.  The big tree was chopped down violently, one after another, with a clear rhythm, and a skinny horse was tied next to it.  "Sex-eyed person? It doesn't look like that." Li Xu said to himself.  This sturdy young man has blond hair, blue eyes, deep eyes and a hooked nose, and is very hairy. His body is quite thin. The sword in his hand is also different from the Central Plains style. It is about half a person tall, in the shape of a cross, and the handle is very long, so the young man can  Hold with both hands.  "Ah? Why are you naked!" Bei Jinyi lowered her head in a hurry, not daring to look.  "Barbarians are barbarians!" Ding Minjun cursed and looked away.  "Brother, that man looks so strange. His hair is golden, his eyes are blue, and his face is so white!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted.  Zhou Tiansheng took a look and found that these were clearly foreigners he had often seen in Nanjing in his previous life, but he didn¡¯t know which country they were from or which century they were from at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Did those countries still exist at this time?  "Good morning! (Good morning!)" Zhou Tiansheng greeted.  The young man turned around, gave him a strange look, smiled, and then struck with his sword.  "Nice meet you! (Nice to meet you!)" Xindao finally had the opportunity to show off his English. Zhou Shengsheng said he was addicted, "can you speak chinese? (Can you speak Chinese?)" "chinese? oh, what'sthat? (chinese? That  What is it?" The young man slashed his sword and turned around to ask.  "The language we speak! (The language we speak!)" Zhou Tian thought to himself. Could it be that the word "chinese" didn't exist at this time, right?  ¡°Haha, I can speak Mandarin, but I don¡¯t know what Chinese is?¡± The young man put down his sword and laughed.  "Uh then why are you talking to me? Chinese means official language." "Brother, what did you just say in your chatter?" Zhou Zhiruo was very curious.  "That's called English! Brother, are you British?" Zhou Tiansheng asked.  "Britain? What are you talking about? I come from the Plantagenet Dynasty." Well, it seems that there was no Britain at this time, and the word "chinese" had not yet appeared. Zhou Shengsheng couldn't help but feel embarrassed for his pitiful historical knowledge.  "Tiantian, can you let him put on his clothes first?" Bei Jinyi whispered.  "Ahem, brother, can you put on your clothes first? We have a few girls and it's inconvenient." Zhou Tiansheng discussed.  "Oh! I'm sorry, but I still have twelve swords left to complete today's training. It won't take long. Can you guys wait? It will be done soon." The young man said.  "Then, let's wait a moment." Bei Jinyi said.  The young man made a lunge, retracted his sword from his waist, and stabbed it out suddenly. The sword was deeply inserted into the tree. Then he drew the sword and slashed with the force, embedding it diagonally into the tree.  It only took a dozen breaths and twelve swords to finish. The young man picked up a piece of white cloth and wiped his body clean. He had just finished training and his whole body was filled with mist. Regardless of the sweat, he put on his clothes and even wore a coat outside.  Leather armor.  "Here, here you go! I'll replenish it after training." Zhou Tiansheng threw a piece of barbecue.  "Thank you." The young man took it smoothly, accurately and steadily, and finished it in two or three bites.  "Let's go together?" Zhou Tiansheng asked. It was so strange to meet a foreign friend in the mountains. It was the first time he had met him after so long in this world.  "Okay, wait a minute." The young man took off the reins and led the thin horse. There was a shield hanging on the saddle. The young man patted the horse and said, "Old man, it's time to go!" The thin horse snorted and sprayed in his nose.  A warm breath rubbed against his body affectionately.  "Can you let me touch it?" Zhou Zhiruo felt that this horse was very humane and liked it very much, so she cautiously extended her hand.  The young man grabbed her and stopped her hastily: "No, my old man has a bad temper!" Zhou TianSheng squatted down and looked under the horse's belly: "It turns out this horse doesn't have a gelding. I remember that all horses used for riding should be gelding?" "How can a real knight ride a gelding!" The young man said  He said, "In my country, any true knight will not ride a gelding horse. Every knight's horse should be surrendered by itself in order to become a comrade-in-arms, not a slave." "Be a comrade-in-arms.  If you can no longer go to the battlefield, or if your comrades die and return to Heaven Mountain, the knight will take its descendants and fight on the battlefield again. The descendants of the knight and the descendants of the war horse will fight together for generations. This is the true knight.  A contract, a contract that only a true knight can have!" "It sounds like a sacred contract," Zhou Tiansheng sighed, "Then, can you ask this knight and your comrade, named Gao, to fist their chests?  , bowed slightly: "My name is Don Quixote, this is my comrade-in-arms, and his name is Rooster." "We come from the distant Plantagenet dynasty, and practice the true way of knights!" Horseshoe Dada, speak  The group of people had already walked a long way, and Zong Ping rarely saw this thin horse. It walked on the mountain road with great agility, as if it was used to walking on the mountain road.  "Is your horse really not allowed to be touched?" Zhou Tiansheng rubbed his fingers.  "You'd better not do this, because when it gets angry, it may not listen to me." Don Quixote laughed.  "Well, even if it doesn't listen to you, there are many people here who can subdue it." Zhou Tiansheng said, summoning the "power of the Vajra", and slowly stroked the rare horse's mane with his hand.  Rongrong snorted once in a while and looked at him coldly. Don Quixote was displeased. I've already warned you. That's all. I'll comfort you when Rongrong rarely gets angry. You'll have to suffer a loss.  I know that not everyone can touch the knight's mount.  Put your hands on your neck.  "Neighing!" The pigeon neighed for a long time, but the neighing sound was not of anger, but of satisfaction and joy. The front legs and hind legs were tense for a moment and then relaxed, the neck was lowered, and the back was arched like a cat.  He stood up, seemed to stretch out, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, and there was a crisp sound of bones. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? offended and nuzzled Zhou Tiansheng with his horse¡¯s face, showing a hint of flattery no matter how he looked at it.  "You still want it? What a beautiful idea! Zhiruo, come and touch it. Don't be afraid." Zhou Tiansheng took Zhou Zhiruo's little hand. Although Zhou Zhiruo was a little scared, she still stood up on tiptoes and gently stroked the horse's neck.  The horse's mane was so soft that Zhou Zhiruo's palms felt itchy and comfortable. She felt that her brother was so magical that even animals listened to his words.  "Oh, God, what did I see?" Don Quixote looked in disbelief.
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