Behind the stage in the village is a thatched hut for artists to stay.

The storyteller, who had been tired for a day, sealed the awakening wood, and untied the coat that had been soaked several times. He let out a long sigh and sat down on the bed.

Just as I was about to lie down, I heard the sound of the tiles on the exterior walls of the house.

If ordinary people heard such things, they would at least shout "Who is the one who came?"

The storyteller is not surprised or panicked, and there is even a little smile on his face.

He put on his coat again, and Shi Shiran walked towards his mouth. As soon as he opened the door, he faced the door with a strong sound of fists breaking through the air.

In a hurry, the storyteller subconsciously raised his one-arm to block it, and while shrinking his body and sending his arms, his eyes turned cold.

Although I don’t know which family this is a test, I can’t lose the title of the Holy Lord.

The storyteller, who had already thought of holding on to the dozens of counterattack strategies after the punch, twisted his right arm into a claw, and wanted to reach out to tear the visitor's face, but the fierce fist wind hit his arm bone.

There was a loud "bang" sound, as if the siege hammer was hit on the body, and the storyteller flew out.

Fortunately, he has been practicing qigong since he was a child and has firmly fixed his body with his legs, only plowing out two cracks in the ground.

What a miraculous power this is!

The storyteller was so shocked that he had no courage to fight back. He just wanted to see the person clearly through the moonlight and shouted to stop.

But before he could speak, his eyes were covered with white powder.

"Uh!!!"

The powder caught my eyes and felt a sharp pain like a burning fire. The storyteller wailed. He never thought that a guy with such great power would be so despicable.

In a panic, he suffered a severe blow on the back of his neck and immediately lost consciousness.

...

When consciousness returned to his body, Wang Qian found that he had been tied to a tree, his eyes were still covered with thick black cloth.

"Not blind...it's great!"

Although his eyes were still tingling, he couldn't help but feel it sober.

Then there is anger.

"A despicable villain, dare to let go of me and fight fairly!"

For Wang Qian, what he was most dissatisfied with was that he underestimated the strength of the visitor, so that before he could start to perform his entire body, he had become a prisoner at the bottom.

If he dies, it's just fine, but if this matter is passed back to Donglai, how can he meet the Holy Lord!

However, human sadness and joy are not consistent. Wang Qian's unyielding fighting spirit sounds like a tall man.

So he punched the other person in the abdomen.

“Oh ~~~”

The upside-down internal organs made Wang Qian's rationality come back instantly. The situation is stronger than others now, and being stubborn is not a good strategy.

"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to Huangxi Village?"

“…”

"I don't want to speak, it seems that I was not heavy enough just now!"

"Wait...wait!"

When Wang Qian heard that the other party was about to move again, he quickly stopped him and said, "Don't do it first, I'll say, I'll say!"

The silence just now was not a stubborn resistance, but rather that he did not expect that the other party would ask such a question that could be seen at a glance.

What is his purpose?

His purpose is naturally to come to lobby for the local tyrants and gentry in Huangxi Village for the God!

Are you here to travel?

Asking such a simple question can only show that the other party is not knowledgeable.

This ruled out the worst case - he did not fall into the hands of the Chongming Army scout.

People all have a desire to survive, especially those born like him. Good days have just begun, so they are not willing to die without understanding.

"I am the Dragon Scorpion Scout Army under the command of the Dragon Snake Holy Lord, and the Scout Commander Wang Qian. This time I came to Huangxi Village to see if I could find a comrade!"

‘Scout Soldier? Comrades?’”

For Gouwa, these are nouns that he has never heard of before, but in order not to show his timidity, he still pretended to understand, and then said impatiently: "If you want to tell the purpose, why are you talking about something?"

“…”

After a brief silence, Wang Qian spoke again, his tone changed: "I came to Huangxi this time to recruit soldiers. My king said that as long as he is really capable, he will be prosperous and prosperous, and have a bright future!"

"Brave."

After hearing Wang Qian's words, Gouwa sneered: "His future is still unstable, so let's just let this blind man be, this king is not good either!"

The storyteller tied to a tree suddenly turned red and said angrily: "A man from the mountains and rivers actually talked about the Holy Lord, it's simply..."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry for now, I didn't say anything."

Gouwa asked again: "Your king sent you to recruit soldiers, but there is nothing practical?"

"Ha, the short-sighted man in the mountains!"

Wang Qian suddenly became tough and said coldly: "What do you mean by reality?"

"Hey, you're still pretending to be stupid!"

Gouwa said dissatisfiedly: "The big families in the village have to offer good conditions, how much does it take to eat and how much does it cost every day? People are dealing with some robbers and thieves. Your king is going to rebel, and he is rebelling in Qizhou. There is no benefit in the business of doing business on his head and not having his waist. Who would follow him??"

After understanding, Wang Qian finally understood.

But while he understood, he also found it extremely absurd!

"You tied me here to ask about these things!"

"Otherwise!?"

Gouwa said naturally: "You are not sincere in recruiting soldiers and horses. They are all yellow-mouthed and white-toothed things, which are not as good as the conditions given by Langshan thieves!"

"Ha, the mountain village man is the mountain village man, and he actually compared the Holy Lord's career with the same group of bandits!"

Wang Qian, who felt that he had already understood the standards of the people in front of him, could no longer hide the arrogance of the aristocratic family, and sarcastically said: "The Holy Lord is not a stingy person, but this recruitment of soldiers and horses is a talented person, and not everyone is qualified to do so."

"I understand, I understand this principle!"

Gouwa nodded and said, "How big is the food you have, you are not a scout, sergeant, then I have to be older than you!"

"Ignorance village man, you know nothing!"

Wang Qian, who has never suffered such great humiliation in his life, has a thick neck: "You are a sneak attack and a despicable method, which doesn't count at all. If you have the ability, please let me go, let's fight fairly!"

The biggest illusion in life is "I can do it".

Especially when Wang Qian, who was born in aristocratic family, discovered that the person who attacked him was just an ignorant villager with strength, this illusion became stronger and stronger.

He even believed that the other party knew that he would use the method of using pepper batter eyes, so he proposed it again.

"Well, can you be an official who is bigger than you by defeating you head-on?"

Just as he was thinking about this, another voice came, Wang Qian said without thinking: "If you can defeat me head-on, what's the difficulty of recommending you as a centurion!"

"It makes sense."
Chapter completed!