There was a look of doubt in the middle-aged scribe's eyes, and he asked again.
"Of course. Is there any fake news? A bowl of wine for a head. I think this deal is a good deal."
Ding Xiaoyi replied calmly.
"I see",
The middle-aged scribe's eyes flashed, he lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"I have no problem with you wanting the head of our big boss. It's just that there are more than four hundred people here. As long as you kill them all, you can find the big boss. Of course, there is another suggestion. I don't know if you want to hear it."
The middle-aged scribe said to Ding Xiaoyi again.
"I only want to kill Tianbao. As for the lives of other people, I am not interested."
Ding Xiaoyi said lazily, "More than four hundred horse thieves will be killed in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."
Even if these more than 400 horse thieves stand still,
If he were to kill each one with one sword, it would take a long time. It would be best if he could not use the sword.
"You understand, I like to deal with Kuai Kuai the most. The boss has gone out and should be back in about two hours. If you don't mind, come and sit in our village. When he comes back, you won't kill him again.
Too late, right?"
The middle-aged scribe had a warm smile on his face.
"It looks like you want to start a new business, right?"
Ding Xiaoyi has been wandering around the world for many years, how could he not understand what the middle-aged scribe was thinking at this moment.
"This is called a good bird choosing a tree to roost in. There is no way to follow a leopard in the sky. In fact, we don't want to be horse thieves."
The middle-aged scribe said to Ding Xiaoyi with a wry smile on his face.
If the group of horse thieves that Ding Xiaoyi started killing were a mob,
Then the horse thieves in this gully are an army with strict military discipline.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at this group of horse thieves wearing armor and marching in unison, his eyes flickering.
These are no ordinary horse thieves, they are simply a powerful cavalry army that has experienced hundreds of battles.
The horse thieves automatically gave way to a path, and the middle-aged scribe led Ding Xiaoyi deep into the village.
"May I ask this little friend his name?"
The middle-aged scribe held a folding fan and asked Ding Xiaoyi very elegantly,
The other horse thieves had bright eyes, and the long knives in their hands reflected a fierce light.
"Oh, Ding Xiaoyi",
He replied to the middle-aged scribe, but the middle-aged scribe didn't have any hostility on his face and seemed to be very kind.
Ding Xiaoyi followed the middle-aged scribe to an elegant building.
Although it is a house made of wood, the furnishings inside the house are also exquisite and elegant.
A row of bookshelves appeared in front of Ding Xiaoyi, and he looked at them all curiously.
He came to the bookshelf and casually pulled out a book with a simple atmosphere. It was a book about the art of war.
"I used to be a teacher, but I was kidnapped by the Sky-Zhuan Leopard.
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Here, he became a strategist under Zhuan Tianbao."
The middle-aged scribe had a proud expression on his face and explained to Ding Xiaoyi.
"I get a headache as soon as I read the book. I feel dizzy when I read the words "Dadou". It's not as if the sword in my hand is more controllable."
Ding Xiaoyi really doesn't like reading.
"Everyone has a different way of practicing. There are people in the Emperor Yong's capital who can become a ninth-grade grandmaster by studying. All the people in the world have different paths to practice, and scholars are not completely useless."
The middle-aged scribe smiled casually and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"I've heard about this. Emperor Yong has a place called a bookstore. The scholars in that bookstore have a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness. Reading can reveal awe-inspiring righteousness, which is also a kind of practice." Ding Xiaoyi thought deeply.
"The Imperial City must be very prosperous. If I have the chance, I will go to the Imperial City to see it."
The middle-aged scribe had a look of yearning in his eyes.
"Sorry, I have never been to the Imperial Capital, and I don't know what the Imperial Capital is like."
Ding Xiaoyi had a look of embarrassment on his face.
“Go and see if you have a chance”,
The middle-aged scribe suggested to Ding Xiaoyi,
"That's natural. If you have the chance, you must go to the imperial capital." Ding Xiaoyi naturally yearned for the legendary capital.
"Sir, I guess you are not an ordinary teacher. It is rumored that there is an ancient empire, Loulan, buried in this desert. I wonder what your views are on this ancient empire."
A bright smile appeared on Ding Xiaoyi's face, and he asked the middle-aged scribe.
"The ancient Loulan country was destroyed in an accident, and the secrets about the ancient Loulan country were also buried in this desert. As for what the secret of the ancient Loulan country is, no one knows."
“But I still don’t know Mr.’s honorable name”,
Ding Xiaoyi had been chatting with the middle-aged scribe for so long that he finally remembered to ask him his name.
"A name is just a title. I haven't had this name for a long time. My surname is Dongfang and Tusu."
The middle-aged scribe had a bitter smile on his face, and he replied to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Dongfang Tusu, this name is so weird." Ding Xiaoyi murmured,
"It is said that there is an island in the East China Sea, called Sword Island. The people on that island all practice swordsmanship, and the people on this Sword Island all have the surname Dongfang. I wonder what Mr. Dongfang has to do with that Sword Island?"
"He is just an abandoned person on Jiandao. He can only wander around the world. Dongfang Tusu has no connection with Jiandao anymore."
The look of helplessness on Dongfang Tusu's face became increasingly intense.
"Hey, is it possible that Mr. Dongfang doesn't have any interest in sword cultivation? Is he abandoned by Jiandao?" Ding Xiaoyi asked again.
"Yes, I have liked reading books since I was a child, and books are important carriers of human civilization. What's wrong with liking reading books? Is it possible that I spend all day playing with swords?"
"I don't like reading. Everyone has his own choice. Mr. Dongfang must have been unable to integrate into Jian Island, so he was isolated by Jian Island and had to leave the island." Ding Xiaoyi said with a long sigh.
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In practice, some people read and open up their destiny and jump to the realm above the ninth level in one step.
There are also people who write poems out of their mouths, and those poems turn into the power of heaven and earth and can move mountains and seas.
The world's great roads lead to the same destination through different paths, and the sound of reading aloud can also condense a majestic and righteous spirit.
"Mr. Dongfang, tell me how I can help you. I just want to kill Tianbao. Are you sure you will accept all the other horse thieves?"
Ding Xiaoyi sighed and asked Dongfang Tusu.
"Zui Tianbao took more than five hundred riders out, and it will be back in about an hour to see the time. You only need to hold Zhuan Tianbao alone, and leave his cronies to me." Dongfang Tusu said in his eyes.
Exuding a confident look.
Obviously, he has been planning for a long time,
And Ding Xiaoyi also believes in Dongfang Tusu. Scholars have the pride of scholars and the bottom line they stick to in their hearts.
"In this case, let's wait until Zhuan Tianbao comes back."
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes shot out with a brilliant light, and he said to Dongfang Tusu.
"Actually, there are also some books buried in the ancient Loulan Kingdom, and I am very interested in those books."
Dongfang Tusu suddenly said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"I know that for an ancient empire, there are naturally many books passed down."
Ding Xiaoyi smiled and replied, he knew that Dongfang Tusu must have his own purpose in staying with Zhuan Tianbao.
The two stopped talking, Ding Xiaoyi sat cross-legged,
He wanted to adjust his strength to its peak, and at the same time, he also knew that the Sky-Diamond Leopard was the cultivation level of a seventh-grade minor master.
As for his true cultivation level, he is only at the sixth-grade level, which is still far behind the seventh-grade minor master level.
Dongfang Tusu, however, held a book and read quietly in the weak candlelight.
An hour passed quickly,
There was a sound of war horses neighing outside.
The rapid sound of horse hooves sounded like a sudden rain, and the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder.
When Ding Xiaoyi's ears twitched, the roaring sounds of horse hooves numbered as many as five hundred, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
The real owner finally appeared, and Ding Xiaoyi stood up.
He walked slowly outside the wooden house, and Dongfang Tusu had an expression of anticipation on his face.
"Mr. Dongfang, what is going on? Why did the One-Eyed Dragon and the others all die in battle?"
A deep voice came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears.
One man and one horse turned into a bolt of lightning and ran towards the depths of the village.
Ding Xiaoyi, on the other hand, was escorted by Dongfang Tusu and others and walked slowly towards that person.
"There is only a moment for me to seal your true energy. Once the time is up, the seal will be automatically lifted and you can take action." Dongfang Tu Su whispered to Ding Xiaoyi.
But Ding Xiaoyi nodded, and then Dongfang Tusu sent out a powerful force.
That force sealed Ding Xiaoyi's true essence like a beast.
Then the man appeared in front of Ding Xiaoyi. He was an ordinary man with a medium build.