Wei Shu

Chapter 42 Rich Family
"Sir, please forgive me. I am about to employ people here."

Wang Kuang cupped his hands towards Shujiu as a gesture, with a helpless expression on his face, and even changed his address to "Sir" jokingly.

Shujiu didn't insist either, just smiled.

Pass through the veranda and exit from the corner door, the outer study is already in sight, but at this time there is no candle in the room, only a woven red lantern hangs in the corner of the courtyard, it looks very deserted.

Looking at the lonely lamp in the distance, Wang Kuang's eyebrows became gloomy again.

Shujiu and him were not taboo about words, now when he saw this, he asked: "But is there something wrong?"

Speaking of which, Shujiu is also well-versed in poetry and books. He joined the "Book" department because of his success in reading back then, and he is different from those warriors who can only be brave and ruthless.

And Wang Kuang deliberately picked him this time, more or less because he took a fancy to him, and regarded him as a half-comrade, and would always discuss with him about anything. Since leaving the villa, the relationship between the two has been very close close.

Hearing the words at this time, Wang Kuang sighed wistfully, casually pulled a poplar branch in front of him, and said:

"Mangtai is too old. We have been here for the past few days. During the past few days, we have revealed our identities and revealed our methods more than once, but he has been standing still. It was not until I sent the words to him just now that he thought of sending a letter to Changli. .I'm really worried about the next arrangement."

Speaking of this, he smiled again: "This is also rare. A barbarian who is transformed into a barbarian can still use his brain, play with his mind, and is no worse than those in my "language" department. I just suspected dealing with colleagues."

"Golden people can build a country, and they have their own advantages." Shu Jiu's voice is solemn, and so is his expression.

He has always cherished people who are superior.And every time he goes to kill such a person, he will also attach a bit of respect, and when writing with his blood, the writing will be smooth and profound, far more charming than the blood of the Jianghu people.

Just like the two armored men just now, they were full of killing and attacking, far better than ordinary warriors.That is tempered by leading troops and fighting all the year round.Books written with blood, especially "The Way of War" and "Wu Lue", will not disappoint the spirit of blood and courage on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Shu Jiu couldn't help but move his fingers on the belt.

The way of the book, the higher it reaches, the more it pays attention to a state of mind, and the higher the requirements for pen and ink.

For him now, it is difficult to have the feeling of being wanton in the past. There is no other reason, but there are fewer and fewer people in this world who deserve to be killed by him.

As for the people of the fly camp, there are too many to kill, but what's the point of killing such people?He really couldn't even think of writing.

"That's true." Wang Kuang smiled, but he agreed with Shujiu's words, "Da Zhuangtou's move this time is determined to win, and we can't fall into his prestige."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked where he came from.

The night had already covered the courtyard, and the candles were shining brightly in the distance, but there were only clusters of blurred shadows left behind. The darkness beyond the shadows was chaotic and huge, and there was no limit to be seen.

The current situation in Baishuang City is also the same at night and at this time.

Wang Kuang sighed again.

Feeling slightly drunk, he staggered a little, stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him to stand firm, half-closed his eyes and waved:

"Forget it, Ah Jiu, you can go now. If it's too late, I'm afraid there will be a curfew. I'll go back to my house, don't worry about me."

Shu Jiu was standing with his sleeves rolled up, when suddenly the ear porch moved, the sleeves of his robe were swept away, and his figure was gone.

………………

"Pa-ta", on the small semi-old vermilion lacquer door, the hook slipped suddenly, and the door leaf was pushed open from the outside. A young man wearing a peacock blue Nuo costume tiptoed into the door, and pushed back the hand holding the knocker.

Zhu Men silently and slowly concealed himself, he looked around, and when he was about to move, his body froze suddenly.

Before he knew it, there was a person standing in front of him.

The moonlight is like water, and seeing the man's robe in the wind and his wide sleeves fluttering, he seems to be a scholar strolling under the moonlight, even if there is a fishy aura blowing against his face, he is also washed away by the literati-like clarity of his body Much cleaner.

The young man was stunned for two breaths, before he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I have seen you, senior."

The anxious voice slightly covered up the trembling in his words.

"Hmm." Shu Jiu replied casually, and glanced indifferently at the back of the young man.

Behind the boy was an iron box, three feet long and half a foot wide, with a hint of blood in it.

That was the aura that Meteor Ax itself had.

The strange soldiers made of strange things are naturally different from ordinary weapons, just like the legendary sword in the box that sings when a master meets a strong enemy.At this moment, because of the appearance of a master like Shujiu, the Meteor Ax also has blood flowing, and there is a strong intention of a showdown.

If it is nourished with blood all year round, this battle-axe will definitely become a magic weapon.

"Where is the respected teacher?" After sweeping over, Shujiu's eyes fell on the peacock blue Nuo in front of him again, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

He was very fond of the Meteor Axe.

It's a pity that the villa's rules have always been extremely strict, and a high-ranking person like him would never be allowed to challenge a junior.Although he is now outside the village, he still has to follow this example. Firstly, he is a scholar, and he has always valued his status. Secondly, it is unknown where and when the "hidden tool man" is.

In the villa, anyone who uses the word "Zang" as their name must be a master of transformation, without exception.And such a master is by no means invincible at this time.

Although he is fond of killing and bloodthirsty, he has not become insane.

It's just a surprise soldier, and it's not worth taking his risk.

"Master has gone to gather medicine." The boy's head was slightly drooped, and his forehead was already soaked in cold sweat under the peacock blue Nuo tool.

The night wind was blowing all around, and a few late plum blossoms were full of fragrance and fragrant.But standing opposite Shujiu, he seemed to be isolated in a cage. Outside the cage, there were giant beasts entrenched.

At this moment, the giant beast stared at him lazily, seemingly harmless, but the blood in the young man's body turned cold little by little under this gaze.

He couldn't help but shuddered.

The chill rising from the depths of his heart was quickly dissipating to his limbs, if it wasn't for the inner force circulating in his dantian that elicited a trace of warmth, his teeth would probably be fighting at this moment.

But Shu Jiu only glanced at him twice, then nodded and looked away.

A very faint fishy smell was coming from the Meteor Axe. After sniffing it carefully, it seemed to be the smell of herbs mixed with some kind of animal blood.

It is quite similar to Gou Baping's usual breath.

Shujiu looked into the distance, but out of the corner of his eye, he slid to the young man's hand hanging beside him. After counting breaths, he moved his fingers:
"Is this also given by the respected teacher?"

Where the fingertips pointed, it was the boy's right hand.

A knuckle made of fine steel was shining green on the boy's index finger.

(End of this chapter)