There are no traces of people in the deep mountains.
The not-so-large team stopped beside a stream somewhere. There were people making fires and cooking, people on guard, people practicing, and people playing.
If you put aside the intrigues, this is an extremely harmonious scene. Everyone is working hard to survive, and each other even seems to have abandoned the bad nature of fighting among the Central Plains people for countless years.
Ling Tian stood at the edge of the team, somewhere in the woods, holding a long knife and standing upright. Then the light of the knife flashed, and in an instant it was like a waterfall falling crazily.
When the sword light turned, two trees fell down, but Ling Tian's eyes showed a hint of helplessness that he was used to.
He has had the inheritance of Ban Chao for two weeks, but until now, he still has not understood the power in it. At this time, his sword power seems to be violent, but in fact it is just a display of his original power.
This kind of power is indeed powerful, but its growth potential is far inferior to Ban Chao's inheritance.
With this kind of power, it would be great if it can continue to grow in the future. If not, then he will be just a third-rate general in the future. Unfortunately, power that does not come from systematic training or cultivation will most likely not be sustainable.
It's not long.
With a helpless sigh, Ling Tian put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the camp.
When he left, a pair of eyes stared at him from a hidden place, and then quickly disappeared.
In the camp, groups of young men and women were wandering around. As children of aristocratic families, even if they were running for their lives, these young men and women were somewhat free and easy, as if this was not an escape, but an outing.
Ling Tian strode back to the camp. Before he reached the camp, he heard a conversation. There seemed to be Zheng Caiwei's voice, and there were also the voices of other men and women. There was a boy's voice there who kept fawning over Zheng Caiwei.
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This kind of flattery is nothing at all. After all, although they are young men and women, they are actually less than ten years old. Even in this era, there are many children of aristocratic families who have gotten married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. However, when they are less than ten years old, for
The feelings are still a little hazy.
However, the boy who was fawning over Zheng Caiwei always belittled Ling Tian in his words.
No need for more reasons, this boy was obviously angry at Zheng Caiwei's repeated contact with Ling Tian.
Very far away, Ling Tian listened to the boy's words calmly, but did not react at all. Of course, he did not deliberately avoid the young men and women, but walked straight towards his tent along the original path.
The descendant of the Ling family, the last descendant of the Ling family, even though he was not a big presence in the past, now, when the Zheng family wants to show fairness, they still arrange an independent tent for Ling Tian.
Ling Tian's actions were not hidden at all. Not only Zheng Caiwei, but also all the young men and women clearly saw Ling Tian's traces.
There was no reaction at all to Ling Tian, and the boy who was fawning over Zheng Caiwei snorted disdainfully.
Zheng Caiwei looked at Ling Tian with a complicated expression, as if she didn't want to do anything more, and subconsciously stayed where she was. However, suddenly, Zheng Caiwei's expression changed slightly, and it seemed that someone was talking to her.
Not far behind this group of young men and women, a pair of equally inconspicuous eyes were hidden in the darkness, and their lips were constantly moving.
Following this figure's behavior, over there, Zheng Caiwei suddenly jogged towards Ling Tian.
"Ling Tian, don't be angry with that little fat guy, he is just an ignorant child..."
With a hint of reluctance, Zheng Caiwei looked at Ling Tian and said.
To be honest, Zheng Caiwei is not a good actor. At least, when Zheng Caiwei said these words, Ling Tian's expression was full of weirdness and inquiry, as if he had noticed something.
But, in the back, the little fat man who had fawned over Zheng Caiwei before did not see Zheng Caiwei's expression at this time.
As Zheng Caiwei finished speaking, the little fat man's face suddenly turned red.
Of course, this little fat guy's anger is not directed at Zheng Caiwei.
Zheng Caiwei's previous words seemed to be looking down on the little fat man, but in essence they were for the good of the little fat man.
Based on the little fat man's previous behavior of fawning over Zheng Caiwei, it was obviously impossible to blame Zheng Caiwei. Instead, he thought that Zheng Caiwei was thinking about him. However, as Ling Tian who was spoken to by Zheng Caiwei, he was immediately considered by the little fat man to be overbearing, so
It was only then that Zheng Caiwei was worried that Ling Tian would cause trouble for him, so she trotted over to explain to Ling Tian.
Sometimes men's thoughts are so weird that people can't understand them at all. Although this little fat guy is less than ten years old, he is actually already a man.
His fawning over Zheng Caiwei was 70% to 80% because he really had a good impression of Zheng Caiwei and liked to play with Zheng Caiwei, but the remaining 20% to 30% was because his family asked him to do this.
And with these understandings, it is obvious that this little fat man can no longer be treated as an ordinary child.
Therefore, at this moment, the little fat man immediately had some unreasonable reaction like a normal adult man. His eyes looked at Ling Tian angrily, as if he saw an sworn enemy.
Then, the little fat man rushed towards Ling Tian.
"You bastard born in a low-income family, what qualifications do you have to stand with Caiwei, and what qualifications do you have to get a tent by yourself? Why do you really think the Ling family is such an amazing family? Tell you,
When Si Jin was at its peak, even the servants who guarded the gates of our family were nobler than the head of your Ling family..."
The little fat man looked at Ling Tian and cursed angrily.
While cursing, as if feeling that this was not enough to relieve his anger, the little fat man suddenly punched Ling Tian with his fist.
The power is not great, but this punch actually has the shadow of the three-point boxing technique. This little fat guy has actually started to learn martial arts, and seems to have achieved some success.
Ling Tian's eyes changed slightly as he watched the little fat man punch.
Perhaps suffering makes people grow. Ling Tian didn't know why, but since he woke up by the river, his thoughts and many insights have become much more advanced than before, such as now.
When the little fat man talked about him behind his back, Ling Tian instinctively judged that he should not conflict with the little fat man here.
Otherwise, it is definitely not a good thing to be with him.
But now, when the little fat man punched, Ling Tian was thinking more about whether this incident was an unintentional coincidence or whether it was deliberately caused by the Zheng family.
Ling Tian couldn't help but think otherwise. In fact, Zheng Caiwei's expression just now was a bit weird and tight.
The figure took two steps back slightly, and the little fat man's fist almost brushed Ling Tian's cheek from in front of him.
"In the past, just in the past, in the future, the Central Plains people in the north will probably have to rely on themselves..."
With calm words, Ling Tian stepped forward and walked past Zheng Caiwei and the little fat man. His figure didn't look weird at all, but as he passed by and rubbed the little fat man's side, the muscles on the little fat man's face suddenly tightened.
He was twitching and seemed to be extremely tempted to fight back and punch Ling Tian twice.
However, until Ling Tian had completely walked away, the little fat man could not smoothly turn around and punch Ling Tian, but it was filled with some indescribable weird feeling.
After Ling Tian walked away, the little fat man finally turned around, the muscles on his face twitched, but his eyes looked at Ling Tian's back with anger, unwillingness and a trace of undetectable fear.
"I won't let you go, absolutely not..."
The little fat man looked at Ling Tian's back and roared loudly. Next to him, Zheng Caiwei's face moved slightly again, as if she had received some instruction. She hesitated for a while, and then looked at the little fat man.
"Don't be impulsive. You are no match for him. Forcing a conflict with him will only make you suffer..."
The calm voice seemed to be concerned, but after finishing the sentence, Zheng Caiwei's eyes were fixed on the direction in which Ling Tian disappeared.
The little fat man was moved by Zheng Caiwei's words. At this time, he turned around and looked at Zheng Caiwei with a touch of emotion. When he saw Zheng Caiwei, he looked in the direction where Ling Tian disappeared, and with many emotions like a woman in first love watching her first love go away.
The look in his eyes made the little fat man's face suddenly turn livid.
Anger, unwillingness, and all kinds of negative emotions began to gather.
"I, I will prove that I am no worse than him. You don't have to worry..."
After roaring fiercely, the little fat man immediately ran away into the distance.
After the little fat man ran away, Zheng Caiwei sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards somewhere in the camp.
Everything just now, Zheng Caiwei was actually just a tool. Her words, facial expressions and reactions were all based on the instructions conveyed by the person secretly arranged by the Zheng family, and that person from the Zheng family obviously had an extremely accurate grasp of people's hearts.
Ling Tian's character, the little fat man's character, everyone was plotted by him.
By this time, there had been great hatred between the little fat man and Ling Tian.
If the two of them were just ordinary children, then such hatred would be nothing more than a fight between two children. However, these two are both children of aristocratic families, especially the little fat man.
This is a child of the Feng family, the second aristocratic family in the camp after the Zheng family.
In the camp, the little fat man quickly returned to the place where his family gathered. Then, the little fat man strode towards the place where his mother was.
"Mother, if you still want me to be with Zheng Caiwei, lend me two masters now..."
When he arrived at his mother's side, the little fat man spoke with great anger.
"what you up to……"
When the little fat man's mother heard what the little fat man said, her face darkened and she spoke sternly.
Of course, this woman is not because of kindness or fairness. In fact, before Si Jin was defeated by a slave, as the mistress of a top family, this woman's way of doing things was definitely much more domineering than the little fat man.
But now, Si Jin was defeated by the slaves, and the northern land was in chaos.
At this time, all the people in the Central Plains who are still alive must restrain themselves and not be completely united with each other, but they must at least maintain relative peace. Otherwise, I am afraid that no one will be able to survive.
He is also a smart man, and he knows that the Zheng family took the lead in establishing this camp and the team. If the Feng family dares to be domineering in this camp, they may be expelled by the Zheng family together with several other aristocratic families.
At this time, once expelled, even if they are not caught by slave warriors, they will most likely die in the mountains.
"I want to deal with a descendant of a run-down family who only has one person left, and this bastard actually made me lose face in front of Zheng Caiwei..."
The little fat man angrily told all the things that had happened between Zheng Caiwei and him and Ling Tian. After finishing speaking, he looked at his mother with a stubborn look, showing an expression that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
But listening to his words, his mother frowned slightly.
The mistress of the big family has been calculating for half her life. Naturally, this woman has a much higher vision than the little fat man. Just by listening to the little fat man's words, this woman has roughly discovered many doubts.
"wait for me here……"
Looking at the little fat man indifferently, the woman slowly said a sentence, and then looked at the two guards standing not far from him, "You guys watch him, and you must not let him run around before I come back. If
If he dared to run, I would break his legs..."
With a cold word, the woman strode towards the crowd on the side. Among the crowd, her husband was discussing something with some elders of the Feng family.
The woman walked over gracefully, and then slowly repeated the little fat man's words to her husband and the clan elders.
"This is not Zheng Caiwei's true reaction. It is impossible for a child to have such many reactions. This should be what the Zheng family wants to use my son for. Ling Tian, Ling family, I remember that the Zheng family handed over Ban Chao's inheritance not long ago.
Giving it to Ling Tian might even make Zheng Caiwei commit herself to Ling Tian..."
The head of the Feng family thought for a moment and then spoke.
As he spoke, this man's eyes were full of wisdom. The aristocratic families in the north definitely did not lack talents, whether it was civil or military. In fact, even if there was more civil strife, the north still had a lot of talents.
However, after the civil strife, the people who are still alive are basically not the kind of people who would do anything for others.
"Give me that son. This time, the Zheng family wants to test it, but it's just to borrow our hand. Let's bet that Ling Tian didn't learn Ban Chao's inheritance. Then, after testing, my son will have
The reason for getting close to Zheng Caiwei, and the Zheng family, in order to stabilize us, will definitely not separate Zheng Caiwei and my son..."
Indifferent words came out of this man's mouth.
Marriage, a marriage for some reasons, and a marriage after each of the two families gets what they need. This is the game of the aristocratic family. At this time, even if the slave warriors behind him are chasing him like hyenas, he is still
I habitually played the game of marriage.
Unfortunately, no one, including his wife and all the elders of the Feng family, felt that this calculation was wrong.
