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Wang Junlin's expression changed. As far as he knew, Arabic numerals were called "Hindu-Arabic numerals". They were invented by ancient Indians and later spread from India to Arabia. In the early 12th century, they were spread to Europe from Arabia. Europeans called them
It is "Arabic numerals". It was really introduced to China in the Qing Dynasty. At least before the Qing Dynasty, no one has ever used Arabic numerals in any literature.
Wang Junlin remembered that Tian Xiangzi of Momen had once used a simple microphone to pretend to be a ghost and frighten him. A few days ago, the suspected disciple of the Divine Arrow Sect in Jincheng used a sniper-like method to almost snipe him from 800 meters away.
Kill, the knife used by the killer who wants to kill him now has an Arabic numeral '7' engraved on it.
These three things made Wang Junlin make some shocking guesses. He couldn't help but take a breath, frowned in thought, and remained silent for a long time.
"No, it's possible that this mark is exactly the same as 7." Wang Junlin muttered to himself after an unknown amount of time.
He knelt down and took out two steel needles, took out a black porcelain bottle, soaked the steel in the black porcelain bottle for a moment, then inserted the two steel needles into the assassin's broken leg with a cloth until they were invisible to the naked eye.
After kicking the killer into the pit where he had been hiding, Wang Junlin glanced at the white fish belly that gradually appeared on the horizon. Wang Junlin put away the killer's knife, got on his blood-maned horse, and galloped towards Tianshui City.
Not long after Wang Junlin left, a man in black appeared on the hillside. He found the assassin's body from the pit and silently inspected it, especially the broken legs and trampled wounds on the chest.
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"The legs were broken so neatly and the incisions were extremely smooth. It can be seen that this child's Spring and Autumn Swordsmanship has been mastered. It is indeed...ah...poisonous." The man in black murmured to himself. Before he finished speaking, he pointed his left hand.
There was a slight stinging sensation everywhere, and then I saw my left hand turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then spread to the arm at an extremely rapid speed.
The man in black roared angrily and unsheathed the strange-shaped long knife on his waist. The light of the knife flashed like lightning and cut off his left arm directly from the elbow. If Wang Junlin witnessed this scene, he would definitely find that this man's martial arts skills were still there.
He was above the killers he killed, and was obviously much taller, but such a master was poisoned by Wang Junlin. In this era, it was very rare to kill people by manipulating corpses, but this was not the case in this era.
Later generations of mercenaries were too common in wild battles such as jungles and deserts. Using corpses to lay mines and traps was already the most basic skill of a qualified mercenary. This not only involves specific 'crafts', but more importantly, the follow-up
The enemy's psychological control is even a combat discipline. Wang Junlin has not only experienced similar professional training, but he is also familiar with it.
There was a sound of severe pain, and the man in black let out a scream. He began to bandage himself as quickly as possible, took out the medicine and poured it on the broken arm. After doing all this, his whole body was soaked with sweat and his face was extremely pale.
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"Wang Junlin, I must kill you..." The man in black let out an angry howl like a vicious wolf. He squatted on the ground with one knee and the knife in his hand was inserted into the ground to support his body. He felt that he was not even with the king.
No one in Junlin had ever seen him, so he lost his arm in a daze, which was extremely cowardly.
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Wang Junlin ran for a full day, resting twice in the middle, eating something and drinking some water. Finally, near dusk, he saw the majestic Tianshui City from a distance.
Even though the blood-maned horse is extremely talented, he still feels a little tired after running more than 600 miles in one breath in the past two days. So when he saw the city appear and felt Wang Junlin's happy mood, the blood-maned horse couldn't help it.
Let out a neigh of joy.
One person and one horse started to slow down and trotted towards the north gate of Tianshui City.
Half an hour later, it was already real dusk. Wang Junlin rushed to Tianshui City before the Guancheng Gate. However, when entering the city, he showed the identity token of General Ying Yang, and then casually handed over the identity token he had prepared in advance.
A letter was given to the city gate official and asked to be sent immediately to Han Ziliang, the general of Yingyang Lang of Tianshui County. By the way, he inquired about the location of Yuquan Pass, and then found a place and had a full meal for one person and one horse.
Hurry to Yuquan Pass.
Just when passing through a street that must be passed on the way to Yuquan Pass, the body of the blood-maned horse, which was jogging forward happily, suddenly stagnated and changed from jogging to walking. Wang Junlin also felt something. He narrowed his eyes and his eyes were like lightning.
He usually scanned the entire street. At this time, there were many pedestrians coming and going on the street, but he still noticed a few people.
Under the setting sun, there was a drunkard standing against the wall at the door of "Maiji Yanyu Restaurant" a hundred steps away to his left. It was normal for a drunkard to be seen at the door of a restaurant on the street, but this person's location happened to be in the shadow of the restaurant's gold-lettered signboard.
From this angle, it was difficult for Wang Junlin to see his face clearly from a distance. In addition, this man was wearing a large gray cloth robe, which was so wide that anyone could tell whether there was something hidden under the robe unless he had clairvoyance.
Can't see either.
Then, Wang Junlin discovered the hawker selling groceries on a wooden wheel cart opposite the drunkard. It had been almost two years since he came to this era, and it was also normal to have hawkers selling groceries on the streets of cities and towns. This hawker looked like
It was no different from the hawkers he had seen before, except that he was a little taller and even a little bloated. What really made Wang Junlin notice this person was his hands. They were so clean, especially the nails were trimmed very neatly.
Vendors' hands shouldn't be so clean.
There is a very simple tea shop fifteen steps to the left of the hawker selling groceries, which sells simple snacks and side dishes.
There are three simple wooden tables, and the tea guests sit on the small bamboo stools next to them, eating the dry food they brought, drinking tea and eating side dishes.
At this time, there were six people in the tea shop. The one who caught Wang Junlin's attention was a very strong and short man with messy hair tied with a white cloth belt. There was a pole next to him, and he looked like a coolie porter.
It was this pole that Wang Junlin noticed about this person. For the coolies who used the pole to carry their work on their shoulders, this pole was obviously thicker and must have been a little uncomfortable to use.
The man opposite this man is also dressed as a coolie and is sitting drinking tea.
This man is very young, and of course he has a pole next to him, but his pole is not very thick, but this young man's eyes are too bright, although he looks lazy, and his tea drinking behavior seems to be very rude.
About ten steps to the right of this tea shop, there was a very spacious carriage parked under the shade of a tree.
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