Hidden in the Baihu Village among the mountains and ridges, the village leader Bai Po, who had recently failed to make the purple girl return with harsh conditions, was leisurely roasting the fire, warming the turbid wine, listening to the reports from his brothers.
"Was that little fox going to the direction of Daliang Mountain? It seems that my conditions are really too harsh." Bai Dao, who knew the purple woman's movements, rubbed her gray beard, and there was a vague light in her eyes, which was obviously brewing some conspiracy.
"Brother, there is a saying that I think is not appropriate to say, but I still have to say that the deal proposed by the purple girl is beneficial to us. Why do we reject her in such a way? This is not in line with the interests of the village." The middle-aged man said with a confused expression.
"Wang He, starting from the simple interests, you are right, but have I told Zi Nu the conditions? As long as she meets my conditions, we will naturally cooperate with her. Now the choice is in her hands." Bai Po said indifferently.
"Brother, why do you care so much about that young man? I don't think there is anything special about him. It's worth betting on the gambler with such a big deal by the leader." The reason for tibetan cannot convince Wang He.
"Didn't you see that? That boy is the same as us." As Bai Po spoke, a blazing light shone in his turbid eyes, shining brightly under the reflection of the fire.
"Is the same person as us? It's impossible. The boy has Zhao Di's accent, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he be the same as us?" Wang He said in shock.
"He practiced the White Tiger Seven Killing Style. The body that can only be trained in the White Tiger Seven Killing Style cannot be hidden from me. You should know very well what the White Tiger Seven Killing Style means to us." Bai Po said with depression and excitement in his heart.
"Bai Tiger Seven Killing Style? Is he... impossible. His age is not up to his Zhao people." Wang He questioned.
"After Wu'an Jun was wrongly killed, some of us were disbanded and organized into different teams, while others fled into Taishang Mountain and finally settled in Hengshan. It has been almost twenty years since then." Bai Po said.
In Wang He's puzzled eyes, Bai Po said slowly, "One of our brothers was incorporated into the bastard Zheng Anping, and was deceived by Zheng Anping and became a prisoner of war in Zhao State. He had no choice but to settle down in Zhao State, marry and have children."
"Is that young man Yang Xi's son?" When Bai Po said this, Wang He's mind was no longer controlled and he thought of a former comrade-in-arms.
At that time, they were the personal soldiers around Wu'an Jun Bai Qi. Even though they had been separated for nearly twenty years, how could they forget their past relationship?
"But his appearance doesn't look much like that guy Yang Xi."
"That boy is much more heroic than Yang Xi. Maybe he is following his mother. Who can tell the correct appearance? My father was very heroic back then, but I was unable to inherit that good appearance. He practiced the White Tiger Seven Killings to the state of combining intention and qi, but he could not do it. If it weren't for Yang Xi's personal teachings, outsiders would definitely not be able to connect to this state." Bai Po said.
"When I heard about Brother Yang, I wrote him a secret letter that only we can understand. Unfortunately, at that time, he had already gotten married and had children, so he could only stay in Zhao State. Now his son appears in Hengshan. Obviously something happened to him, and the person may be gone."
"That's why you want to trade with Miss Zi Nu on the condition of our eldest nephew, just to bring him back?" Wang He said solemnly. At this time, he realized that he had really misunderstood his bigness.
"Your head is really helpless. What should we bring him back? Are we a bandit in Hengshan like us? Are you drinking this turbid wine and suffering from the cold wind and snow?" Bai Po glared at Wang He angrily. Even though he had no expectations for the other party's IQ, he could not resist the desire to complain in his heart at this time.
"Brother, why did you put forward such conditions?" Wang He said a little embarrassedly.
"See for our eldest nephew whether Zi Nu can be reliable. If Zi Nu is a person who can betray friends for the sake of profit, then we naturally cannot watch our eldest nephew stay with her. Zi Nu has nine acupoints in his heart. If his character is not up to standard, it is better to stay away from him, so as not to be sold in the future."
At this time, the male and female protagonists in the conversation in Baihu Village were walking between the rugged mountain roads. When they met a sad purple girl in Baihu Village, they could only give up their original plan and settle for the second best. They went directly to visit the Qin army defeated in Daliang Mountain.
"Didn't you say before that there are some fugitives from Zhao State and villages formed by fugitives in Hengshan?" Yang Ming, who was stepping between the rocks, thought about it and then, but he still felt that it was not the best choice to go to Daliang Mountain directly.
"There are four villages, why? You're not thinking about uniting them, right?" The purple girl who was rushing to the door looked back and asked, with a look of surprise in her purple eyes.
"That may not work. Although the fugitives in the four villages account for the majority, the vicious fugitives in the Zhao State who really hold power are the vicious Zhao State fugitives. These people are cruel and greedy. However, without Daliang Mountain and Longshan Village, those who come from the army follow the rules." Zi Nu shook her head and said.
It was not that she had thought of uniting the power of fugitives in Zhao State to flee the people, but the fugitives in Zhao State were too weak and those fugitives were too vicious, so they were not suitable for cooperation.
"They don't follow the rules, we can set rules for them." Yang Ming said, his voice as before, but Zi Nu could hear something else from Yang Ming's voice at this time.
Zi Nu looked at Yang Ming in front of him, and carefully hugged the snow girl, Yang Ming looked like a good boy who cared for his sister.
His face is very clean. Every morning and evening, no matter how cold the weather is, he will clean his hands, feet and face with cold water or snow, just like the children of a wealthy family.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he still looks young, but his figure is already extremely tall and strong, with heroic spirit in his dark eyes. Sometimes there will be shyness and tenderness that flashes away, and even a faint sorrow that belongs to the young man's sorrow.
Along the way, Zi Nu thought she had a full understanding of Yang Ming, but at this time, Zi Nu found that she might have been wrong. Yang Ming's words were still calm, but in the cold voice, Zi Nu heard a breath called domineering.
If that wasn't a teenager's delusion, maybe I should really reexamine my "friend".
"Make rules? Ming, aren't you kidding? Those fugitives are all extremely vicious people, and their cruelty is even more cruel than you imagined." The purple girl, whose thoughts were rolling in her heart because of Yang Ming's words, asked herself to calmly say.
"Then we will be more fierce than them and more evil than them." Yang Ming grinned, his white teeth shining in the winter sunshine with a faint and cold light.
I might have read it wrong. This is definitely not a good boy. Zi Nu shouted in her heart.
"The viciousness is not just about talking about it, but also requires stronger power. Without enough power. The so-called viciousness is just the roar of a breast tiger, and even the hunting dog cannot retreat." The purple girl said in a narrow voice.
"I will add your strength to take down the weakest village, it should be fine." Yang Ming had already looked at Zi Nu's waist hidden under her wide robe, where there was a sharp sword like a poisonous snake hidden.
"Although my martial arts are good, I can't get a village. As for you?" Zi Nu looked at Yang Ming. She believed that Yang Ming could become the most brave and warlike soldier in the army, but that was in the future. Yang Ming is still too young now.