Zhao Zheng walked up and down, keeping distance from the little sword demon, neither throwing him away nor letting him catch up.
He rode to the foot of a thick bare tree and took out the food he had brought, including flatbread, dried dates, beef jerky and a jug of wine. He took a bite of the flatbread and chewed it in his mouth.
As you chew it, the flatbread becomes thinner and thinner, and the aroma of wheat spreads in your mouth, stimulating your taste buds.
As he ate, he thought about his plan and considered every step.
This ancient road leads to Jushiguan and is called Zhangkuan Road. It is a wide road with very few side roads. This ancient road is winding and twists and turns, conforming to the surrounding terrain, with a big bend in the middle.
If you follow this winding road to Jushiguan, it will take a lot of time. Fortunately, there is a fork in the road, which is a shortcut.
If you follow this small forked road, you can save a lot of time and it is very convenient. However, this forked road is winding and bumpy, making it difficult to walk, and there are many bandits and robbers hiding along the way.
The government has sent troops to eliminate banditry here many times. However, due to the complicated terrain, as soon as the officers and soldiers came in, the bandits all hid in the deep mountains and old forests, and not even a single thief could be caught. The government failed several times and failed to catch many bandits.
Instead, we lost our troops and many officers and soldiers died. In the end, we had to give up and let the bandits here cause trouble.
This winding path is notorious in the local area and is vividly called the Soul-Destroying Path.
In the past two years, few people have walked this soul-breaking road, which has caused the bandits' business to be greatly reduced. The bandits could not grab anything, so they had to find other ways out. Some emboldened them to attack the surrounding villages, and some studied
Starting to be self-sufficient, they cultivated farmland in the mountains and raised livestock.
Among the bandits in the Duanhundao area, there is one group of bandits that is the most powerful, with dozens of bandits. The leader of the mountain king is named Wang Sheng, nicknamed Dajin Dao. He has the strength of the fifth heaven and is extremely fierce.
It stands to reason that with Wang Sheng's strength, he can find a more promising way out, such as serving the imperial court, or recruiting some apprentices to establish a small sect. But Wang Sheng has no interest in these ways out. He likes to be free and easy.
He hates being restricted, so being a mountain king here suits him just fine.
In the game, Soul-Destroying Road is a small dungeon in the mid-term. After entering, players can attack the cottages along the way. The most powerful BOSS in this dungeon is the Great Golden Sword Wang Sheng.
Zhao Zheng is going to use this special geographical location to deal with Mo Yunzi this time. He plans to deliberately approach Mo Yunzi, go with him, and then lead Mo Yunzi to the Soul-Desolating Road to cause a conflict with the local bandits and win over them.
Let Mo Yunzi fight Wang Sheng.
Mo Yunzi and Wang Sheng are on par with each other, and they will definitely fight to the death. Then Zhao Zheng will have an opportunity to take advantage of it, and kill them both together.
Killing Wang Sheng is to eliminate harm for the people, and killing Mo Yunzi is to eliminate harm for the people and eliminate potential competitors, so that Mo Yunzi will not participate in robbing Zichu sword in the future. If the plan succeeds, it will kill three birds with one stone.
The first thing to do next is to get close to Mo Yunzi and try to lead Mo Yunzi to the soul-breaking path.
Mo Yunzi was probably obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, which left a shadow in his heart. Even when he was not ill, his personality was a bit violent and eccentric. It was not easy to get close to him.
From the incident of Mo Yunzi drinking tea on the way, we can see that he is a very particular person, and he is not willing to wrong himself even when he is on the road. Maybe this is a good breakthrough point.
Zhao Zhengang turned his head and thought of a good idea. His eyes lit up and he ate the pie faster. After eating, he clapped his hands and dusted off the crumbs.
Early the next morning, halfway along Zhangkuan Road.
There was a table on the right side of the road, with all the tableware on the table, including a few silver spoons, shining brightly. There was a fire next to the table, and a large pot was placed on the fire.
Cooking lean pork porridge with green onions. The lean meat in this porridge is not ordinary lean meat, but lean meat cut from the wild boar king. The meat is more delicious, tender and smooth than ordinary pigs, and the aroma is richer.
Zhao Zheng held a large spoon in his hand and stirred the pot a few times. The heat and aroma of the porridge began to rise, making people move their index fingers just by smelling it twice.
He only carried a simple package when he was on the road, but this did not mean that he had little luggage. In his system warehouse, there were many things. In the ordinary warehouse, there were tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, in the ice cellar warehouse
Frozen Boar King and fruits and vegetables.
He is busy on the road on weekdays, keeping everything simple and too lazy to go out of his way to cook. But if he is willing, he can cook delicious dishes and even eat some fruits and vegetables that are out of season.
While Zhao Zheng was cooking porridge, there was a crisp sound of horse hooves and the crushing sound of wheels coming from the end of the road. Two carriages appeared in the morning light and gradually approached. It was Mo Yunzi who was riding
The two cars.
Zhao Zheng glanced at the carriage a few more times with his peripheral vision, cheered up, scooped out the porridge, and poured it into a bowl. The porridge was cooked quite successfully. The rice grains were white and flawless, mixed with the thick porridge water, and the color was green.
It was embellished with green onions and bright red meat cubes, which complemented each other beautifully. He sat down with the bowl, raised his nose and sniffed a few times, then scooped out the porridge water with a silver spoon, and officially started eating.
The porridge water is in your mouth, the rice grains are soft, the porridge water is smooth, the meat grains are chewy, and the taste is impeccable.
Two carriages came quickly. The two male servants in charge of driving took a few more glances at Zhao Zheng who was eating porridge. They recognized Zhao Zheng as the one who passed by while making tea yesterday, and felt very puzzled.
It would be too strange for a person to cook porridge and eat on the road. Where did those tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans come from? How could a person carry so many things on the road?
The male servants were puzzled, but they didn't dare to stop and ask, so they could only drive past Zhao Zheng, who was drinking porridge.
Inside the carriage, the aroma of porridge slipped in through the gaps in the undulating curtains and penetrated into Mo Yunzi's nose. His nose obviously moved.
"Where does the smell of porridge come from?"
Mo Yunzi felt strange. He opened the curtains of the carriage, looked back, and saw Zhao Zheng who was left far behind. The same questions as the male servants emerged in his mind, but he could not get the answer either. Because
The distance was too far, so he didn't recognize Zhao Zheng. After looking at it for a while, he lowered the curtain.
Zhao Zheng's pot of porridge did not attract Mo Yunzi to stop, but he was not discouraged. If it doesn't work once, there will be two more times. If it doesn't work twice, there will be three times. As long as Mo Yunzi has the slightest curiosity, he will take the initiative.
Come together. He ate three bowls of porridge leisurely, then poured out the remaining porridge and washed the tableware. While there was no one on the road, he put everything into the warehouse and continued riding on his horse.
He was alone and riding a fast horse, so his speed was naturally faster than a carriage, and he easily surpassed Mo Yunzi's two carriages.
The two male servants in charge of driving showed disbelief when they saw Zhao Zheng passing by lightly. They wanted to figure out where those tables and chairs had gone, but they couldn't figure out the reason.
At noon, Zhao Zheng repeated his old tricks and showed off his cooking skills on the way. This time he cooked three dishes in total, namely braised pork, fried shredded potatoes and a large pot of cabbage soup. He also came out of the inn after all.
People like us can easily make these home-cooked dishes without difficulty.
These dishes are very ordinary. Logically speaking, they won't have much fragrance, but the ingredients used to make these dishes are mixed with a little wild boar king fat, which makes the fragrance of the dishes rise to a higher level, just like what a chef would make.
The same.
Mo Yunzi's carriage passed by Zhao Zheng again. The two driving valets were almost staring out of their eyes. If Mo Yunzi's master hadn't been too aggressive, they would have stopped the car privately and asked these questions.
Where do things come from?
Mo Yunzi in the car also smelled the aroma. He couldn't help but lift the car curtains and looked back. He found that the person eating halfway this time was still the same person from yesterday. He felt that Zhao Zheng looked familiar, as if he had met him somewhere.
After thinking about it for a while, I finally remembered that I had met Zhao Zheng at Lu Gong’s house.
He just met Zhao Zheng face to face at that time. He did not know him, and even if he remembered it, it would be nothing. He felt that Zhao Zheng was a little weird and had some interest in him. However, due to his indifferent personality and dislike of communication, he quickly gave up.
The idea of stopping and chatting came up. He lowered the curtains and continued to meditate.
Zhao Zheng failed for the second time. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he did not deliberately show off again that night. He waited until noon the next day before repeating his old trick and setting up a table of food and wine on the road. He put in a lot of effort this time.
I cooked a few more dishes and filled the table.
This time, the manservant who was driving the carriage finally couldn't bear it anymore, slowed down the carriage, and bravely knocked on the wooden frame of the carriage twice.
"What's going on?" Mo Yunzi's voice came from the carriage.
"Master, we met this weirdo again." The manservant continued driving, not daring to look back, and replied loudly.
"What weirdo?"
"We have met him three or four times on the road. Every time we met him, he would eat on the way. This is not surprising. What is really strange is that he is alone, but every time he eats, he will eat on the road.
He came out with a lot of things, including rice pots, tables, chairs, everything. I don’t know where he usually puts these things. Every time he passes us, I will stare at him, but every time he
There is only one person and one horse, and there is no place to put anything." The manservant became more and more curious as he talked, and he speculated, "Master, do you think he is a god?"
"Gods are nothing. Where can gods come from in this world?" Mo Yunzi in the car retorted coldly.
"Since he is not a god, where did his things come from?"
"This..." Mo Yunzi dragged out a long sound, but couldn't answer anything.
"Master... why don't we stop the car and ask him?" the servant asked bravely.
Mo Yunzi in the car frowned and thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and agreed: "Okay. You turn around and walk back. I want to see what this person has." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature,
