The Book of Heaven

Chapter 168 Tattoos
Ma Zheng is still growing.

So some of the apparently long eight-foot iron bamboo sticks are now short, almost on the same level as Ma Zheng.

However, Ma Zheng also felt that it was impossible for him to continue to grow taller. Just about 1.8 meters is enough. According to the medical theory of later generations, when a person is too tall, the pressure on the heart and various organs will increase exponentially To put it simply, the taller the person, the shorter the life expectancy.

I don't know if this is the truth, but Ma Zheng always feels that he can live a few more years.

Just like the petite woman in front of him, Ma Zheng felt that she would live a long life, as long as she didn't continue to irritate him.

"Are you bandits?"

A mere Dian horse is not worth paying too much attention to. If it is in a town, the twenty catties of gold in Ma Zheng's bag can almost be exchanged for a group of Dian horses. up.

It's just that if there is no horse to travel in this mountainous area, it will be very hard, not to mention the bubbles on the soles of the feet, the key is that people still suffer, and Ma Zheng will not provoke such unnecessary suffering.

"We are not bandits!"

A large group of people, but only such a little girl jumped out to deal with him. Ma Zheng felt very bad. Even if he was paying attention to a later life who was nominally equal to men and women, Ma Zheng rarely encountered such a situation. There are only two possibilities.

Either this little girl is very good at kung fu, or her status is very good.

No matter which one it is, Ma Zheng feels that it will make women less like women, just like Zhao Shuying and Liu Xu.

"It's not a bandit, why do you want my horse?"

There was a smile on his face, of course, in the eyes of people with a guilty conscience, Ma Zheng's smile became a typical sneer.

So the people on the opposite side began to withdraw their weapons, including spears, rusty knives, hoes and even shovels. Ma Zheng even saw a guy raising a rolling pin and gnashing his teeth at himself.

When did the rolling pin become a man's weapon?Ma Zheng always thought that this thing could at best replace cucumbers once in a while.

"Because we need horses, you can ask for an exchange, but we may not agree."

The little girl was still talking, but this time Ma Zheng could clearly see the tattoo on her face.

It is not flowers, birds, fish and insects, nor birds and beasts.

The two delicate cheeks are close to the ears, and a row of mysterious patterns are drawn with navy blue paint. It is not wide but very long, like two chains, extending all the way to the neck of the little girl. As for whether it continues down, Ma Zheng couldn't see because of the obstruction of the collar of the leather armor.

The skin on the neck is also that healthy wheat color.

In fact, in later generations Ma Zheng didn't like women with wheat-colored skin. He always felt that only women with the color of white jade and milk would be the most interesting to play with. If he had a daughter, he would hope to be able to develop a wheat-colored body. skin.

But at this moment, the little girl in front of him, with facial tattoos and wheat-colored skin, formed a kind of wild beauty that shocked Ma Zheng. He had to admit that only in the place where there were mountain eagles in the sky could he see the real wildness. beautiful.

"I should be the one who doesn't agree."

Ma Zheng didn't think he would be mistaken. In fact, the group of people in front of him were ordinary people, and none of them was a martial artist, which meant that even if there was a conflict, Ma Zheng could clean up all of them. Of course, according to the mountain According to the rules of thieves, the loser will lose everything, not only property but also body, even life.

"Our stockade is on the top of a hill ten miles away. The great Yelang people never fear the enemy. Han Chinese, you have to think clearly and don't lose your life because of this."

The little girl's voice was still crisp, but Ma Zheng could hear the impatience in it.

Women's patience has never been very good, especially the higher the status of women, the more so.

There is a stone on the side of the road, and of course there are stones on the mountain. After years of washing, these stones are either completely elegant or as hard as iron.

At least hoes and shovels can't deal with this kind of stone. Even the most skilled stonemason needs a sledgehammer and a steel drill to repair the stone into the desired shape.

Ma Zheng is not a mason, and of course he doesn't need to repair the stone into the required shape. He is now the peak of the second floor, and his understanding of "Scary Stick Technique" has already surpassed Ma Deyuan back then.

The iron bamboo stick is very hard. Even though Ma Zheng still can't pour his inner breath into it now, using the strength and skill brought by the trick, the stone as big as a snail by the side of the loess road still split into pieces with a crisp sound. Four or five yuan, one of which exploded and flew out, landing in the grass two feet away.

The raised agricultural tools were slowly lowered unconsciously, and Ma Zheng even heard someone gasp.

It's just that he wasn't very satisfied. Just now, when he went down with the stick, it seemed that there was still a little difference from Ma Deyuan's stick. At least the gravel left was too big, and the brokenness of the Crouching Bull Stone was far inferior.

"It turns out that you are a hero who walks the rivers and lakes."

A trace of nervousness finally emerged on the face of the little Yelang girl, especially as she was slowly opening the distance from Ma Zheng, as if she wanted to hide herself among the clansmen.

Now Ma Zheng already knew that this group of people should be Yelang clansmen, and their village might really be nearby.

"Where did you buy it from?"

Brand-new agricultural tools cannot be produced by Yelang people. First of all, they do not have high-quality refined iron, and even if they have iron, they do not have this kind of craftsmanship.

In fact, within the territory of the Han Empire, the art of smelting iron and steel to make ironware was firmly controlled by the Han people. No one would be careless in this matter. The most elite soldiers will be sent to ensure that no one will be left behind.

Not to mention cruelty, countries with advanced technology have always had such an attitude towards backward countries, even in Ma Zheng's later generations, this is no different at all.

"We are indeed coming back from the market in Longyou County." Seeing that Ma Zheng didn't intend to do anything, the little girl Yelang seemed to be a little more courageous, and she stopped backing away, her eyes were shining with brilliance, covering Ma Zheng .

"...but we met bandits!"

"Bandits?"

Ma Zheng actually wanted to say that you Yelang people look more like bandits, but he was still a little curious about what kind of bandits could drive these Yelang people away in a hurry, and even rob them the horse.

"Yes, a group of Han bandits are the most vicious. They not only steal money, but also kill them!"

The little girl Yelang didn't know if she had suffered from these bandits, she gritted her teeth when talking about bandits, it seemed like she couldn't share the sky.

"How many are they?"

Ma Zheng had no interest in robbing a group of foreign peasants. Strictly speaking, the Yelang Kingdom had been wiped out by the Han Empire's army a long time ago.Unlike the Twelve Barbarians in the Northwest, at least from the standpoint of the big Han people, bandits who rob Yelang people are fighting in the same room.

So Ma Zheng felt that if possible, it was not impossible to take care of it.

"Hero, do you really want to help us?"

There was an innocent smile on the face of the little Yelang girl, and Ma Zheng realized at this moment that if the little girl's wheat-colored skin and those navy blue tattoos were not considered, she would actually be a naive little girl.

(End of this chapter)