Tongguan

On the second floor of the restaurant, she kept looking at the place where Gu Qing stood yesterday, and the maid next to her said, "Er Niang, that person may no longer be Tongguan."

"Have you found it?" The second girl from the Wang family was worried.

"Go back to Ernie." The maid replied in a low voice, "The hero surnamed Yang who was sent to inquire before can't find it, and the other party may know that ours is investigating... But the guard at the city gate got news that an old and a young man walked out of Tongguan. I don't know if Gu Qing and Sun Simiao were heading towards Chang'an."

Looking in front of her with a loss, she sighed, "His Prince of Wei also returned to Chang'an?"

"Yes." The maid dared not look up.

The storyteller is gone, and the children in Tongguan have lost another thing to pass the time, and they are playing with mud again...

On the path thirty miles away from Tongguan, Gu Qing was slowly driving the donkey cart. Yang Sheng said to Sun Simiao: "Doctor Sun, do you still remember me?"

"I don't remember." Sun Simiao closed his eyes and rested.

"I!" Yang Sheng's tone was tightened by three points, "Doctor Sun saved me at the time."

Sun Simiao: "I don't remember."

"It's the child who was crying like an unpopular twenty years ago," Yang Sheng looked like he was about to cry, "Doctor Sun, it's really me, look at it."

"I don't remember."

...

Yang Sheng chattered all the way, so annoyed. Gu Qing took out his phone and brought his headphones to listen to music. Although there was no signal, fortunately there was a solar charger, which was good to relieve boredom.

As we walked towards Chang'an, the farther we walked, there were fewer and fewer carriages on the official road. The woods on both sides of the road blocked the sunlight, blocking the excess heat, making people feel comfortable.

It was getting dark and there was no place to stay around.

Thinking of making some wild game to make a living, Gu Qing walked in the forest and saw a wild boar chasing a butterfly from afar. This guy was too big and probably couldn't get it. Is there any wild pheasant or something?

Unexpectedly, Yang Sheng jumped up, and the horizontal sword whirled in his hand. He raised his sword and stabbed into the wild mountain boar's abdomen with one knife. Then he howled a few times, and the mountain boar lay on the ground and stopped moving.

"Good sword technique!" Gu Qing raised the big sow.

Yang Sheng stepped on the belly of the wild mountain pig, waved his hand twice and said to Gu Qing: "Come and do a favor."

"What's wrong?" Gu Qing stepped forward.

Yang Sheng cleared his throat and said, "Why... the knife was stabbed too deeply and couldn't be pulled out... Help me."

"Hahaha..." Gu Qing laughed dryly.

The two of them finally pulled out the knife with blood together. The wild boar was difficult to deal with, and the hair was hard and thick! Gu Qing took some tender meat under the skin and poked it into the thin bamboo stick piece by piece, making it into the meat skewers.

Yang Sheng noticed Gu Qing's knife cutting his flesh, and was surprised and excited several times, "Wait, where is the knife in your hand?"

"You care where I came from, it's not yours." Gu Qing cut his flesh, which is a common saber and a type of field sword that is common in modern times.

After cutting the meat, Gu Qing put it aside casually. Yang Sheng stared at the knife and was amazed. He knew it was of great value at first glance, but he was reluctant to take it.

Seeing his appearance funny, Gu Qing grilled the meat and said, "You can take it and take a look."

Hearing this, Yang Sheng took the knife and looked at the moonlight for a long time, and used his finger to flash the knife surface. He took a breath of cold air when he heard the sound, "I have seen many good knives. Such swords made of steel and iron are unique in the entire Tang Dynasty."

Can Gu Qing be a knife made by technology that is more than a thousand years ahead of his hilariousness?

As if touching a woman's skin, Yang Sheng saw his face from the reflection of the knife's face. "What I admire most is the thorn on the back of the knife. Once it is stabbed in, it will be fuzzy and bloody. The wound cannot be easily healed. It can be seen that the craftsmen who made this knife are so dedicated and an excellent killing weapon."

I can already smell the barbecue. Looking at the quality of the meat, I can eat it after baking it for a while. It is not good to cook too much, and it is not good to be too raw.

Yang Sheng solemnly returned the knife to Gu Qing and said, "Don't use this knife to cut pork in the future, it's too much."

Putting away the knife, Gu Qing sprinkled some salt on the barbecue and shouted, "Master, you can eat it."

Sun Simiao came over and took the meat skewers handed to Gu Qing, "Why is this the way to eat it again? It's not good to eat it."

"It's not that good." Yang Sheng also took the skewer and bit it, his mouth full of fat.

"What do you know? This is called flavor." Gu Qing also took a bite.

After eating the meat, Yang Sheng sighed, "But I can't slaughter the beef anymore, I still like to eat beef."

Gu Qing used a bamboo cup to brew tea leaves and handed it to his master a cup, and another to Yang Sheng, "This tea is not something you can drink everywhere, it's good! You're lucky."

As he said that, Gu Qing enjoyed it and took a sip.

Yang Sheng also took a sip, "It tastes weird."

Gu Qing didn't say anything, and Yang Sheng took another sip. Although it was a little astringent, all the greasiness in his mouth disappeared after drinking, and leaves were floating on the tea.

The three of them lay on the grass and looked at the bright moon.

Yang Sheng said again: "It would be great if I could drink this tea early. You don't know that when I was in the war, I ate meat every meal in that place, and I was so tired that I wouldn't have vomited if I had this tea at that time."

Speaking of tea, only the Central Plains, Gu Qing thought about those wars. Tea has been passed down for a long time since its inception. There were even emperors using tea to negotiate with other countries, and some countries were willing to start wars for tea.

Gu Qing fell asleep as he spoke. When he woke up the next day, he saw Yang Sheng dancing with his knife. His eyes were covered in blood. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night, and the small bag of tea he took out was empty. Fortunately, he still had stock.

"You have drunk so much." Gu Qing was surprised.

"I'm thinking about trying more." Yang Sheng said, "I drank a few more drinks, and then I couldn't sleep."

"Hahaha..." Gu Qing smiled with a playful smile, "Tea is a refreshing thing. Although the effect is not that great, it is easy to not sleep if you drink too much, especially the strong tea. That guy is similar to the blue fairy pill of Jade Emperor's old man. Although the effect is different, it can make people excited."

Sun Simiao woke up, packed up the salute and prepared to rush forward.

Yang Sheng was still caring about the dagger and asked in a low voice, "I dare to ask where that steel knife comes from."

"Do you want one too?" Gu Qing was a little proud.

Yang Sheng shook his head, but his expression could not hide his desire. He was born in the army and was a warrior. For people like him, he had a good knife and represented his identity and a powerful weapon for combat.

"Want it? You try to live for a while, at least a few hundred years. I guess this kind of knife has also existed, maybe a thousand years."

After Gu Qing said this, Yang Sheng became interested again, "Who did that knife come from? I dare say that your knife can be beautiful with the legendary Taia and Fish Intestine."
Chapter completed!