After Zhang Zhong sighed, he took his soldiers to go fishing. As for giving food to the criminals, they decisively forgot about it.
It's just a crime, a group of people who are willing to degenerate and will not die from starvation.
Then just be hungry.
Those two guys on the deck can't go hungry.
Not only must they not be hungry, but they must also be carefully served. Not only must they not be able to see any flaws, but they must also be raised until they are white and fat.
Otherwise people will die, boat after boat.
The murderous man who sent a boatload of soldiers to fish is now fishing in the captain's room.
The old figure was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a glossy bamboo fishing rod in his hand. The bamboo fishing rod was old and had been often played with, so it was all patinated.
One end of the fishing rod was held in the old figure's hand, and the other end was hanging in the air. A gold wire hung below, and a small dried fish was hooked on the gold wire.
The old figure stared at the small dried fish with burning eyes, as if waiting for the 'big fish' lurking in the void to take the bait.
A breeze blew by.
There is a figure in the captain's room.
The small dried fish at the end of the fishing rod disappeared and appeared in the hands of the figure.
It was a young man, about sixteen years old, with a dull look in his eyes. He was shouting about dried fish and savoring it carefully.
When the old figure saw the young man, his eyes shone as if he had seen some rare treasure.
"Little guy, how about becoming my apprentice?"
The young man with a dull look in his eyes slowly finished eating the dried fish, and then his eyes fell on the old figure. The dullness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!"
The old figure laughed, as if he had discovered something extraordinary. He stared at the young man and said with surprise: "You can actually speak?
I thought all three generations of you were mute."
The young man glanced at the old figure coldly and said nothing.
The old figure continued: "Your master, Mute Tiger, disappeared after the death of Kou Sheng. Some people said that he was buried as a sacrifice for Kou Sheng, while others said that he went to wander the world.
But I know that he has always been by Kou Ji's side.
Your master, Lone Wolf, is staying by Tianci'er's side.
You were trained by your master to protect Xiao Qing'er, right?
I thought your master was mute, your master was also mute, and you would also be mute, but I didn't expect you were not."
The young man said coldly: "My ancestor is not mute, and neither is my master. They just don't speak."
The old figure laughed. It was just a mouth without a single tooth, which looked very strange.
"If you don't speak, don't you mean you are mute? Your master is a tiger, your master is a wolf, what about you? What are you? Bear? Reckless? Leopard?"
The young man stared at the old figure coldly, "If you dare to speak ill of my master and master again, I will kill you."
The old figure didn't care at all about the young man's threat. He said with a smile: "Is it an insect? A rat? It can't be a mayfly, right?"
"Shua..."
With a soft sound, the knife hidden in the young man's waist was pulled out.
Seeing that the young man was serious about it, the old figure smiled bitterly, "You three generations are really of the same origin. You have the same martial arts, the same personality, and even the same way of doing things."
The young man ignored him and just stared at the old figure coldly.
The old figure said kindly: "I am your elder after all. Isn't it too much to ask what your name is?"
The young man said coldly: "Royal Cat!"
The old figure was stunned, shook his head and said with a smile: "You really cherish words like gold. Yu Mao... Yu Mao... why is it called Yu Mao?"
The young man said coldly: "One word per person..."
The old figure was stunned for a moment, "One word per person?"
After thinking for a while, the old figure nodded and said: "The emperor and Kou Ji each gave you a word. The word "roy" can only be granted by the emperor, not Kou Ji. The word "cat" is Kou Ji.
Given.
But why should I call you Yumao?
Is it too vulgar to control a leopard or a bear?"
The old figure muttered for a long time, looking at the young man, the smile on his face became more fervent, "Since the emperor has given you the title, then you can be considered as half a royal.
Since you are half royal, you should learn from me.
In terms of martial arts, I'm not as good as the dumb tiger, and I'm probably not as good as your master, the lonely wolf.
But when it comes to using poison, I am an expert.
I am not boasting. When it comes to using poison, I am the second best person in the world. No one dares to be the first.
If you learn the martial arts of Dumb Tiger, and then learn the poisonous arts of me, you will be number one in martial arts."
The young man gave the old figure a cold look, walked silently into the dark corner of the captain's room, and disappeared.
Seeing this, the old figure became a little angry and said, "I easily promise you something that no one else can ask for. Aren't you happy?"
"Can your poison stop the cannon?"
The young figure did not appear, but the voice clearly reached the ears of the old figure.
The old figure sat on the bed in a daze, unable to say a word.
The power of the artillery is clear to the old figure.
When he followed Zhao Zhen and Kou Ji to open up wasteland in the Northern Wasteland, the scene he saw most was Kou Ji's use of artillery fire to cleanse the land.
He didn't understand why Koji wasted his precious cannonballs on those savages in the Northern Wilderness.
But he clearly understood how lethal the dense coverage of artillery shells was.
It is no exaggeration to say that no living thing visible to the naked eye can survive under the cover of artillery fire.
Be it martial arts or poisonous arts.
In front of the artillery fire, it is not enough to see.
He suddenly remembered the words that Kou Ji often said.
'Times... have changed... many things are destined to be eliminated...'
Martial arts and poisonous arts may be among those eliminated by Kou Ji.
"Why……"
The old figure sighed and took out a bottle of poison and a short gun from his sleeve, with a sad look on his face.
How could he not be sad when something he had studied for most of his life suddenly had no great effect.
The old figure looked through the window of the captain's cabin, looked at the two figures chatting on the deck, and sighed: "Our family may be destined to be slaves for the rest of our lives..."
After saying this, the old figure put away the poison and the short gun, held his hands in his arms, and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with being a slave. Even if we are slaves, our family will still stand at the top of the slaves."
"What is that?"
The young man hiding in the dark couldn't help but speak.
A bright smile appeared on the old figure's face, "Still a slave..."
The young man immediately lost interest in the old figure and completely disappeared into the captain's cabin.
The old figure once again looked through the window of the captain's cabin and looked at the two figures on the deck.
"Two little guys, you still imitate others and run away from home? Do you think you are the only ones who want to run away from home? I want to run away from home more than you do! But did you see any of them escape the palms of those two?
When you get to Beihuang, you will realize how childish your behavior is..."