In Qin Dynasty, the hero of the bright moon dominates the world

Chapter 2 Full Level Boss Outside Novice Village

On the tree-lined path, Zhao Shuang took a cattail fan and rested under the tree.

A small stall was set up beside the road, and tea was placed.

During the war, the villagers of Zhaojia Village acted as mercenaries and accepted missions from various countries.In normal times, I occasionally do some diameter cutting to earn some gray income.

In the eyes of the Zhao family, the young Zhao Shuang is just an ordinary-looking chubby man, because he has a good relationship with the leader, and he always does not work hard when he is on a mission.

"Why did the patriarch ask us to set up a stall here, and this is not a trade route?"

"Look at the side of the road, there's not even a single person."

Several villagers from Zhaojia Village were chatting while placing their goods.

They didn't do things like cutting the diameter once or twice.

After Qin captured Yingdu, Nanyang County was very peaceful for a long time.As mercenaries, they can meet their food needs by farming, but they still need to trade goods to supplement the lack of arrow armor.

Cutting diameters is a technical job, not to mention that Zhao Laosi is a bandit with ideals.

Those who are too fat are afraid to eat, because they are likely to be the subordinates of some nobles, and it will be bad if they attract revenge; those who are too thin cannot be eaten, because they are looking for money, not life.

The few villagers present were very clever, and they started cooking after sorting out the ingredients.

"Zhao Shuang, lack of firewood, we will burn your trash."

"Burn it, burn it!"

Zhao Shuang didn't care at all.

The villagers in Zhaojia Village seldom read and practice calligraphy, and most of them only know the terms used in marching and fighting.

Zhao Shuang is an exception. Zhao Laosi taught him to read and write since he was a child.He was also provided with unlimited quantities of expensive items such as bamboo slips, which were not used by ordinary people.

Zhao Shuang has nothing to do when he has nothing to do, so he writes poems and essays for later generations on it.He also wanted to write a novel, but considering the audience and length, let's forget it!

After all, articles in this era are mainly about the essence.There are hundreds of schools of thought and brilliant masterpieces of various schools, many of which are tens of thousands of words, and few of which are only a few thousand or hundreds of words.

Writing novels in this era will definitely be a loss to grandma's family.

Zhao Shuang was a little surprised, why his own bamboo slips were brought out among the sundries.But he didn't care, after all, he also threw these rags everywhere.

It was three poles high in the sun, and there was a burst of fragrance from the steamer.The broth was boiling in the stove, bubbling and bubbling.

Finally, the stall welcomed its first customer.

The visitor was refreshed and handsome, dressed in extraordinary attire, no doubt he was fat in the eyes of the villagers of the Zhao family.

Xun Kuang also seemed a little strange, why is there such a small stall on this barren mountain and wild road?

His eyes flickered, and soon he noticed Zhao Shuang who was sleeping.

"You are young, but your cultivation base is profound. It seems that you have never seen this kind of exercise before."

Xun Kuang murmured that villagers from Zhaojia Village had come to greet him.

Xun Kuang took the opportunity to sit down, looked around, but saw the unfinished bamboo slips beside the stove.

"Guest officer, it's been a long journey, drink some tea."

The tea has not yet been tasted, but Xun Kuang already understands it somewhat.

"Little brother, look at the valuables on the old man. If you want, I can give it to you. There is no need to use such means."

After finishing speaking, Xun Kuang threw away the tea in the cup, feeling a little regretful.

"It's a pity for this tea."

"Not good, stubble."

Just when the villagers in Zhaojia Village were fighting with swords, Xun Kuang stretched out his hand, fingers together, and a piece of bamboo scattered around the stove came to his hand.

"Getting things from a distance."

The villagers of Zhaojia Village were horrified when they saw this scene.Could this person be the legendary peerless master?

All Xun Kuang's attention was on the bamboo slips.

"Fifteen to join the army, eighty to return. Dao meets the villagers: there is someone in the family"

Xun Kuang was facing the sword, but he didn't realize it, and instead asked friendlyly.

"I don't know who made this poem?"

It's a weird picture.

A dozen people held swords and faced an unarmed man.However, the offensive and defensive momentum is completely different.

Zhao Shuang was sleeping, but woke up after smelling the fragrance, seeing this scene.

"What's the matter, isn't the job done yet?"

Zhao Shuang didn't care at all, took a steamed bun and ate it.

"Little brother, you wrote this poem."

"That's it!"

Anyway, there is no such thing as intellectual property rights in this era, Zhao Shuang brazenly admitted.

"You are so young, but you have such a compassionate heart, why are you a bandit?"

Xun Kuang was a little curious. This little fat man was the youngest, about ten years old, but he had a special status among the crowd.

"Of course it's for the money."

Xun Kuang didn't expect that he felt helpless when he got such an answer.

"What's the name of the little brother?"

"Zhao Shuang."

"Zhao family?"

Xun Kuang seemed to understand something and asked.

"I'm going to Ghost Valley, to be invited by an old friend, is my little brother willing to go with me?"

Before Zhao Shuang could give an answer, Xun Kuang pulled Zhao Shuang's shoulders, and after a few seconds, he disappeared before the eyes of the crowd, leaving the villagers of the Zhao family bewildered.

In the forest, Zhao Laosi smiled slightly as he watched the scene.

"A gentleman can be bullied. Xun Kuang, after all, you still can't let go of your love for talent!"

In the mountain hut, under the eaves, there are cobwebs weaving, and a huge spider is on it, waiting for its prey.

Hundreds of swordsmen marched through the forest and surrounded the hut.

The eight first-class swordsmen almost recruited the most elite forces of the network, and they came to this unknown place to capture the most important traitor in history.

The door opened, and it was a bloodthirsty swordsman with a look of disappointment on his face.

For more than a hundred years, few people have been able to let the net out.It's just that at this moment, their target is sitting cross-legged on the ground, gasping like a gossamer.

Obviously, there is not much left to live.

"Senior Masking the Sun!"

The previous Sword Master Concealing the Sun escaped for many years after defecting.Except for the days spent in Zhaojia Village, the rest of the time was spent in this barren hill.

Not long ago, Luo Wang got his news.

"I haven't used the name Zheri for a long time, and I don't need it anymore."

These swordsmen have been fighting for many years and have killed countless powerful enemies.But for a person who is about to die, it makes no difference whether to kill or not.

"Abandoning this sword, don't you think it's a pity?"

"I am the strongest sword, what's the pity?"

The old swordsman exuded a powerful aura, which made the hearts of these first-class swordsmen who had experienced bloody killings tremble.

Some people even couldn't help but pull out their swords.

This in itself is an act of weakness.

It is these top killers in the world who can feel the strength of the old man, but cannot understand the meaning of his words.

"We came here not only to kill you, but also to know where the "Ling Zhang Sword Art" is?"

"It already has descendants!"

"who is it?"

"You will meet sooner or later."

The corners of the old swordsman's mouth curled up slightly, his words seemed to indicate something, and he slowly closed his eyes.

For some reason, the moment he closed his eyes, all the top swordsmen in the world breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)