Qin Shiming Moon Dominates the World

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

There was a small stall next to the road with tea.

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

In the eyes of the Zhao family, the young Zhao Shuang is just a plain-looking little fat man. Because he has a good relationship with the leader, he always doesn't work hard when he does tasks.

"Why did the patriarch let us stand here? It's not a trade route?"

"Look at this side of the road, there is no personal picture."

Several villagers in Zhaojia Village were chatting while placing goods.

They didn't do it once or twice.

After Qin captured Yingdu, Nanyang County was calm for a long time.As mercenaries, they can rely on farming to meet their food needs, but they still need financial transactions to supplement the lack of Arrow Soldiers.

Cutting diameter is a technical job, not to mention Zhao Laosi is an ideal bandit.

Those who are too fat dare not eat, because they are probably under the hands of some nobles and nobles, and it would be bad if they attract revenge; too thin can not eat because they ask for money, not life.

The few villagers present were very clever, and started cooking after finishing the ingredients.

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

"Burn it, burn it!"

Zhao Shuang didn't care at all.

Villagers in Zhaojia Village seldom read and learn Chinese characters, and most of them only recognize the terms used in marching and fighting.

Zhao Shuang is an exception. Zhao Laosi taught him to read and write since he was young.For ordinary people like bamboo slips, which are relatively expensive but not used by ordinary people, they are also provided in unlimited quantities.

Zhao Shuang was free, so he wrote poems for later generations.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 based on the essence.There are hundreds of scholars, each school of brilliant masterpieces, the more is ten thousand words, the few are only a few thousand and hundreds of words.

Writing novels in this era can definitely cost my grandma's home.

Zhao Shuang was a little strange, why his bamboo slips were also taken out of the debris.But he didn't care either. After all, he himself was throwing away these tatters everywhere.

Three rods on the sun, a scent came from the steamer.The broth is boiling in the stove, bubbling.

Finally, this stall welcomed its first customer.

The visitor is very clean and handsome, dressed in clothes and very extraordinary, undoubtedly the fat in the eyes of the Zhao family villagers.

Xun Kuang seems a little strange, why is there such a stall on this barren mountain road?

His eyes dazzled, and he quickly noticed Zhao Shuang who was sleeping.

"You are young, but your cultivation base is profound. This technique seems to have never been seen before."

Xun Kuang murmured, the villagers of Zhaojia Village had already come to greet him.

Xun Kuang sat down and looked around with a pair of eyes, but he saw the bamboo slips on the side of the stove that had not been burned.

"Guest, hard work, take a sip of tea."

This tea has not yet been imported, but Xun Kuang is already somewhat clear.

"Little brother, look at what valuable things the old man has. If you want, I can give it. There is no need to use such methods."

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

"It's a pity this tea."

"Not good, hard stubble."

Just when the villagers in Zhaojia Village were at war, Xun Kuang stretched out his hand and put his five fingers together, and the piece of bamboo scattered beside the stove reached his hand.

"Each... fetch something in the air."

The villagers in Zhaojia Village were shocked when they saw this scene.Is this person a legendary masterpiece?

All of Xun Kuang's attention is on this bamboo slip.

"Fifteen from the army, eighty to return. Dao Feng villagers: Who is there at home..."

Xun Kuang faced the sword, but he didn't realize it, but asked kindly.

"I don't know who made 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 is completely different.

Zhao Shuang was sleeping and woke up after smelling the scent. He was seeing this scene.

"What's the matter, the work is not finished yet?"

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

"Little brother, you wrote this poem."

"Forget it!"

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

"At a young age, but with such compassion, why are you a bandit?"

Xun Kuang was a little curious, this little fat man was the youngest, about ten years old, but among the crowd, he was in a special position.

"Of course it's for the money."

Xun Kuang didn't expect that he had got such an answer, somewhat helpless.

"What is the name of the little brother?"

"Zhao Shuang."

"Zhao?"

Xun Kuang seemed a little clear, asked.

"I'm going to Ghost Valley to be invited by my deceased, can my little brother be willing to go with me?"

Before Zhao Shuang could give an answer, Xun Kuang took Zhao Shuang's shoulders, and disappeared in front of the crowd for a few moments, leaving a bewildered Zhao family villager.

In the forest, Zhao Laosi looked at this scene and smiled slightly.

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

.......

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

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

The eight swordsmen with the highest rank in the sky have almost networked the most elite force of the net, and came to this unnamed place for the most important traitor in the history of the net.

The door opened, and the bloodthirsty swordsman had a disappointed look on his face.

For more than a hundred years, few people have been able to let the snare out of the nest.Only at this moment, their target is sitting on the ground, angrily.

Obviously, it won't last long.

"Hide your predecessors!"

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

Not long ago, Luo Wang got his news.

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

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

"Abandoning this sword, don't you feel a pity?"

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

The old swordsman exudes a powerful aura, which makes the hearts of these swordsmen who have experienced bloody killings.

Some people even couldn't help pulling out the sword.

This in itself is an act of weakness.

It was these top killers in the arena, who could feel the strength of the old man, but could not understand the meaning of his words.

"We are here, besides killing you, we also want to know where is the "Spirit Chapter of Sword Art"?"

"It has a descendant!"

"who is it?"

"You will meet sooner or later."

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

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