Yuan Yao stared at Wang Rou for a while, laughed silently, and walked around Wang Rou with his hands behind his back, smacked his lips.

"Is there any difference between killing people with a knife or killing people with a stick?"

Wang Rou smiled indifferently. "It's all about killing people, what's the difference?"

"That's right, the knife and the stick are dead, there's no difference. But what about the prince's master, he's also a dead object, a knife?" Yuan Yao stood in front of Wang Rou, with a bright smile and said word by word: "Is it a stick?"

Wang Rou was speechless for a moment. Wang Yun was a sage in Bingzhou, and Wang Gai's brothers held the power of Bingzhou. How dare he say that Wang Yun was a dead person or a stick? But if he didn't answer this question, he could not excuse Wang Yun.

"June and Prince not only interact with Lingzun, but also served as the governor of Yuzhou. The deceased died, which seems inappropriate..."

Yuan Yao interrupted Wang Rou without hesitation. "I remember Dong Zhuo was also the governor of Bingzhou. What do you think of Dong Zhuo if you are not satisfied?"

Wang Rou turned her face and stopped talking. He knew that Yuan Yao, like his father Yuan Shu, was not a reasonable person. No matter what he told him, he would be useless and humiliation. Besides, he could not decide the result of the negotiation, and the person who could decide was Sun Ce. If Sun Ce wanted to talk, Wang Yun's matter would not be a problem. If Sun Ce didn't want to talk, there would be other things without Wang Yun.

Despite this, Wang Rou was still a little unhappy when she was choked in front of her.

Sun Ce saw it clearly and naturally understood Wang Rou's thoughts, and couldn't help but secretly applaud. The Bingzhou people were indeed different from those of Ruying people. They were very pragmatic. When they saw that there was no victory in the bickering, they simply stopped talking.

Sun Ce waved his hand and told Yuan Yao not to be so arrogant. People would not accept your trick. Yuan Yao was still unwilling to do so, but he dared not give Sun Ce face and stood aside in disappointment. Sun Ce said with a smile: "Boyang is straightforward and speaks without restraint. Wang Jun should not be accused of it. How can the prince be a hero in Bingzhou be a bastard? Although he has passed away, the responsibility must be pursued. At least he must figure out the right and wrong so as not to mislead future generations. Are you right?"

Wang Rou felt a sudden slap in her heart, and she had an ominous premonition. "Why is the king saying, this matter... needs to be recorded in history books?"

Sun Ce asked back. "Such important thing shouldn't be recorded in history books? The Yuan family of Runan, who was born in the fourth generation and the third generation, had a family of former officials all over the world, but was destroyed. There must be an explanation for more than fifty men, women, young and old, and corpses were spreading across the streets. There must be an inappropriate analogy. If you, the Wang family in Taiyuan, were killed dozens of people for no reason, you can't just expose it, right?"

Wang Rou twitched her cheeks and said in a deep voice: "What the king said is very, this metaphor is indeed not appropriate."

Sun Ce laughed and bowed his hand. "Shame, I am a martial artist, I am a little scholar, and I can only hold a knife to chop people, and I can't speak. Otherwise, let's go to the school competition, exercise my muscles and bones, and then talk, what?"

Wang Rou raised her eyebrows lightly and bowed her hands. "It's better to obey your orders than respect."

Yuan Yao, who was beside him, showed a bright smile.

——

Poor Hao Zhao was beaten by Guo Wu, Guan Yu and others from horses to the ground, from cavalry to infantry battles, from bows and arrows to spears, swords and shields, and his nose was so blue and swollen.

It’s not Hao Zhao’s incompetence—because of his peers, even if he is not a top master, he is a top master. He can both infantry and cavalry, and he has both lengths and shorts. However, he is not lucky and he meets all top masters.

After the school competition, Hao Zhao almost collapsed in confidence.

When Hao Zhao was ravaged one after another, Wang Rou was frightened by the side. She had heard that Sun Ce was not only skilled in martial arts, but also had many masters around her, so she specially brought Hao Zhao. Hao Zhao was strong and was a young man, with the best physical strength. She was the strongest combat power in Bingzhou. Even if she couldn't win all, she would not lose too ugly, which was enough to let Sun Ce see the strength of the people of Bingzhou. Unexpectedly, Hao Zhao didn't even have a chance in front of this group of people.

Yuan Yao, who was ordered to accompany Wang Rou, was overjoyed, but said to Wang Rou seriously: "As the saying goes, Guandong will be the prime minister and Guanxi will be the general. Bingzhou is a place where famous generals will be. The future may also be able to produce Bingzhou Sanming and other things. Are you interested in trying out the situation?"

Wang Rou was frustrated. When he heard this, he glanced at Yuan Yao with anger. He could not compete with Guan Yu and Guo Wu, but he was not afraid of Yuan Yao. "If the king is interested, Rou should sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman."

"Me?" Yuan Yao smiled and shook his hand. "I am a playboy, but if I can't make a fortune in literature, I will not be able to make a martial arts. Besides, if I go far away, I will be exhausted and I will not be able to win."

Wang Rou was also confused for a moment. She didn't hear the trap in Yuan Yao's words. She rolled up her sleeves, tucked her clothes, pulled out the long sword from her waist, held it in her hands, bowed to Yuan Yao. "Rou is not talented, she knows the way to attack and stabbing, and asks you to give me some advice."

Yuan Yao was right in his mind. He made a few words of moderation and modest words. He pulled out his sword from his waist, bent his fingers and made a dragon roar, making a melodious sound. "I have been sharpening my knife for ten years, and I finally have the chance to give it a try."

When Wang Rou heard this, her heart suddenly stumbled and realized that she had been fooled. Sun Ce valued all kinds of skills, and the weapons made by Nanyang Iron Officials are famous all over the world. Yuan Yao is Sun Ce's brother and the son of Yuan Shu. It is normal for him to have a good knife. Although the sword in his hand is not bad, it is not the best after all. Will the long sword in Yuan Yao's hand be cut off directly?

The best way is of course to ask Yuan Yao for a sword of equal quality, but how could he say this?

When Wang Rou was struggling, Yuan Yao took a four-foot-long iron rod from his servant and spun it on the hilt of the knife. The four-foot-long knife suddenly doubled its length. Yuan Yao held the knife in both hands, played with two sword flowers, and looked at Wang Rou with a smile.

"I have a lot of knowledge and must know about my Qianjun Po and Pofeng Qiks in Dawu? But don't be nervous. I have a rough martial arts skills and have never killed anyone. No matter how good the knife comes to my hands, it is similar to the hatchet."

Wang Rou smiled helplessly. Of course, he had heard of the Seven Kills of Breaking the Fight, which was a sword technique that everyone in the Wu army must practice. Although it only had seven styles, it was a real killing skill. The weapon in Yuan Yao's hand must be the famous Thousand Army Po. Thousand Army Po and Thousand Army Po and Seven Kills of Breaking the Fight are not comparable to ordinary swordsmanship. Yuan Yao is worthy of being the son of Yuan Gonglu, the fierce ghost in the road. This pit was dug too much, and it was about to swell my face.

Yuan Yao turned a blind eye to Wang Rou's embarrassment, held a knife in both hands, and separated his legs from front to back, posing as an aggressive posture.

"please!"

Wang Rou knew that there was a big pit in front of her, but she had to bite her teeth, raise her long sword, and make gestures, pointing the sword tip from Yuan Yao. Yuan Yao was not polite, and pushed forward the sword forward and stabbed Wang Rou's chest. Wang Rou stood up and slashed his sword in a row. Yuan Yao changed his style, lifted the tip of the knife, pushed Wang Rou's sword away, and smashed the tail of the stick to Wang Rou's lower abdomen.

Wang Rou did not dare to be negligent, so she avoided her sideways, and changed the sword in her hand and cut at Yuan Yao's arm. Yuan Yao was not in a hurry, and the long sword was slashed down with the situation. With a crisp sound of "dang", the long sword in Wang Rou was chopped into two pieces, leaving only less than two feet in her hand. Wang Rou pulled away and wanted to retreat, but Yuan Yao refused to give up. He chased after him, and the sword light danced into a piece, covering Wang Rou.

As the saying goes, "The fist is always in hand and the music is always in the mouth." Even masters need to practice every day to improve, otherwise they will definitely be able to practice over time. Wang Rou's swordsmanship is not weak, but his practice time is limited and he has fewer opportunities to fight against the enemy. It is far less than Yuan Yao's practice every day in the camp. There is also a group of masters who can guide him at any time and have rich experience in fighting. In addition, the gap in weapons, he suffers a loss when he fights. He is suppressed and beaten by Yuan Yao and never gets back.

Wang Rou gritted her teeth, tried her best to resist, and refused to admit defeat. He was an envoy, and he did not believe that Yuan Yao really dared to kill him. He was injured and could not let Sun Ce look down on him, otherwise the next negotiation would be impossible.

Of course, Yuan Yao did not dare to kill Wang Rou, but Wang Rou also overestimated Yuan Yao's bottom line. Although he could not stab Wang Rou with a blade, he didn't mind using an iron rod. The back of the knife made a few yin strokes, and there was no blood, but it could make Wang Rou grin in pain. Wang Rou held the sword in one hand and Yuan Yao held the knife in both hands. The strength was not the same level at all. Yuan Yao smashed it one after another, some hit the sword, and more hit Wang Rou's arms.

Wang Rou's right arm was hit a few times, and it hurt so much that it could not be lifted soon. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, and finally held the broken sword in his hand without landing.

Yuan Yao harvested, picked up the broken sword on the ground, and suddenly realized. "This sword master in Bingzhou is not good. This sword is made like a hammer and it can be broken as soon as it touches. I am really not good at it. Come and change the sword for the king."

"Thank you, no need." Wang Rou quickly raised her left hand and expressed her refusal. At this time, no matter how good the sword is, it is meaningless. His arm was smashed by Yuan Yao a few times, which was almost the same as breaking. If he continues to fight, he will be humiliated. "The weapons of the Great Wu are indeed well-known and I admire them."

Yuan Yao glanced at Wang Rou, laughed, took off the iron rod, put the knife into the sheath, and then took off the knife belt around his waist, and held it in front of Wang Rou. "I missed the sword for a while and ruined it. Logically, I should give it a sword to compensate, but I, Da Wu, don't play with swords, and I prefer the refreshing and sharpness of one knife and two cuts. I will give this sword to you, and I apologize for a little, and I hope you don't refuse."

Wang Rou couldn't hear Yuan Yao's jokes, but he was not as good as others in his skills and skills, so he could only pinch his nose and admit defeat. He would rather be a gentleman than provoke villains. Yuan Yao was moody and was not worthy of provoking him, so he had to accept it.

"Let's go, the king is still waiting in the central army." Yuan Yao said enthusiastically.

Wang Rou grinned. His arm hurts when he touches it, and he can't even lift it up. It's not convenient to see Sun Ce. "June, I just had a fight and I've had a lot of sweat and had a disheveled appearance. I'm afraid it's a rude. Can we take a break first, wash up, change clothes, and then go to see the king."

Yuan Yao agreed immediately and sent someone to lead Wang Rou, Hao Zhao and others to rest. When he returned to the central army tent, Sun Ce and Ju Su and Liu Ye discussed it. Seeing Yuan Yao coming back, he couldn't help laughing.

"General Yuan is over."

Yuan Yao laughed, stepped forward and bowed, and then told the story. When he heard that Yuan Yao and Wang Rou competed, Liu Ye was a little worried. "Didn't the lord hurt Wang Rou?"

"No, I didn't hurt him, I just beat the hammer."
Chapter completed!