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

A small stall was set up next to the road with tea.

During the war, the villagers of Zhaojia Village, as mercenaries, accepted tasks from various countries. In normal times, they occasionally did some scissoring things and earned some gray income.

In the eyes of the Zhao family, the young Zhao Shuang is just a fat little man with an ordinary appearance. Because of her good relationship with the leader, she always works but doesn’t work hard when she is in tasks.

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

"Look at this roadside, there is not even a figure."

Several villagers from Zhaojia Village were chatting while placing goods.

They have done things like cutting paths once or twice.

After the Qin State captured Yingdu, Nanyang County was very calm for a long time. As mercenaries, they were able to rely on farming to meet their food needs, but they still needed to trade goods to supplement the shortcomings of arrows, soldiers and armor.

Diameter-sliding is a technical job, not to mention that Zhao Laosi is an ideal bandit.

Those who are too fat dare not eat because they are likely to be subordinates of some nobles and nobles, which will be bad if they attract revenge; those who are too thin cannot eat because they are asking for money, not fate.

Several villagers present were very clever and started cooking after sorting out the ingredients.

"Zhao Shuang, if you lack firewood, we will burn your rags."

"Burn it, let's cook!"

Zhao Shuang didn't care at all.

The villagers in Zhaojia Village rarely read and practice calligraphy, and most of them only recognize the terms they need to use during marching and fighting.

Zhao Shuang is an exception. Zhao Laosi taught him to read and write since he was a child. It is also provided to him with unlimited items like bamboo slips that are not available to ordinary people but are relatively expensive.

Zhao Shuang was free and wrote poems and essays from later generations on it. He once wanted to write a novel, but considering the audience and length, let's forget it!

After all, the articles of this era are mainly focused on the essence. Various schools of thought and various sects have magnificent works, the most are ten thousand words, and the few are only a few thousand or hundreds of words.

In this era, I will definitely lose money to my grandma's house.

Zhao Shuang was a little surprised. Why did his bamboo slips get mixed in the miscellaneous items and get brought out? But he didn't care. After all, he threw these rags around himself.

It was already three o'clock in the sun, and a scent came from the steamer. The broth was boiled in the stove, and it was bubbling.

Finally, the stall welcomed its first guest.

The visitor was clear and handsome, and his clothes were very extraordinary, and he was undoubtedly the fat in the eyes of the villagers of the Zhao family.

Xunzi also seemed a little strange, why is there such a stall on this wilderness road?

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

"I am young but have a deep cultivation level. I don't seem to have seen this technique before."

Xunzi murmured, and there were already villagers from Zhaojia Village who came to greet him.

Xunqiu sat down with the flow, and when he looked at him, he saw the bamboo slips that had not been burnt yet by the stove.

"Callant, it's hard to get on the road and have a tea."

Before the tea was eaten, Xunzi was already a little clear about it.

"Little brother, look at what valuable things are on me. If you want, I can give them, there is no need to use such means."

After saying that, Xunzi threw away the tea in the teacup, feeling a little regretful.

"What a pity this tea."

"Not good, tough guy."

When the villagers in Zhaojia Village were at the strife, Xunqiu stretched out his hand and his five fingers were put together. The bamboo slips scattered beside the stove reached his hand.

"Get items from...around the air."

The villagers of Zhaojia Village were shocked when they looked at this scene. Could this person be the legendary peerless master?

All Xunzi's attention was on this bamboo slip.

"I will join the army for the fifteenth day and return at the eightyth day. Dao meets the villagers: Who is there at home..."

Xunqiu faced the sword, but suddenly realized it, but instead asked friendly.

"I wonder who did this poem?"

This is a weird picture.

More than a dozen people were holding swords and facing an unarmed man. However, the offensive and defensive momentum was completely different.

Zhao Shuang was sleeping and woke up after smelling the fragrance. She was just seeing this scene.

"What's wrong? The work hasn't been finished yet?"

Zhao Shuang didn't care at all and started eating with a steamed bun.

"Little brother, you wrote this poem."

"That's right!"

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

"Why are you a bandit at a young age, but you have such compassion?"

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

"Of course it's for money."

Xunzi didn't expect that he was a little helpless after getting such an answer.

"What's your name for a little brother?"

"Zhao Shuang."

"Zhao?"

Xunzi seemed to be a little aware and asked.

"I am going to go to Guigu to the invitation of my old friend. Are you willing to go with me?"

Before Zhao Shuang could give the answer, Xunqiu pulled Zhao Shuang's shoulder and disappeared in front of the crowd in a few moments, leaving behind a confused Zhao family villagers.

In the mountains and forests, Zhao Laosi looked at the scene and smiled slightly.

"A gentleman can deceive him. Xunzi, you can't let go of this love for talent after all!"

.........

The mountain hut, under the eaves, spider webs are weaving, and a huge spider is on it, waiting for prey.

Hundreds of swordsmen marched through the mountains and forests, surrounding the hut.

Eight swordsmen with the first-class character "Heaven" have almost entered Luowang's most elite power. They came to this nameless land for the most important traitor in Luowang's 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 come out. But at this moment, their target is sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if they are so angry.

Obviously, I can't live long.

"Senior Yin Ri!"

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

Until not long ago, Luowang got his news.

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

These swordsmen have been scattered for many years and have killed countless powerful enemies. However, there is no difference between a person who is about to die or not.

"Don't you feel sorry for abandoning this sword?"

"I am the strongest sword, what a pity?"

The old swordsmen exuded a strong aura, which made these swordsmen with the highest level of the word "Tian" who had experienced bloody killings in their hearts.

Some people can't help but draw out their swords.

This is an act of showing weakness in itself.

These top killers in the world can feel the power of the old man, but cannot understand the meaning of his words.

"We come here, in addition to killing you, we also want to know where the "Sword Technique of Spirit Chapter" is?"

"It already has a successor!"

"Who is it?"

"You will meet sooner or later."

The old swordsman's mouth raised slightly, and his words seemed to indicate something, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!