Chapter 259: Samurai Pavilion, Killing Yourself

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The sound of the whirring wind flew quickly past his ears, and the king moved quickly, almost like a ghost, and he flew seven or eight zhang away at will, like a fairy who walked against the wind.

In a short moment, he had swept dozens of miles away, and a large road appeared in front of him.

The road was sparsely populated, and occasionally a few horsemen galloped by, and Wang Dong no longer performed light feats, but walked, occasionally admiring the unpolluted world.

After about half an hour, we finally arrived at the nearest market.

In this era, the population is scarce, and the total population of the Seven Kingdoms is only about 20 million, plus the continuous wars, and the loss is even more strict, and this market is relatively lively.

Wang Dong soon lost interest in hunting, found a place to serve food, and after a hasty meal, he went to a large house in the center of the market.

During the meal, he asked casually, this is the territory of Wei State, Wang Dong pondered, just right, this first stop is to go to the capital of Wei City.

The level of force in this world is not worth it in Wang Dong's opinion, but on the other hand, it is not a good thing, it is precisely because the force value is not high, it is easier to achieve the achievement of the 'Lord of the Plane', and transform this place into a natural reserve base, which is also the reason why Wang Dong passed through.

The big house in the center of the market is where the "Samurai Inn" is located.

In today's world, the cultivation of warriors is prevalent, and all the kings and nobles are wantonly recruiting strange people and warriors! It is not surprising that a big nobleman has hundreds or thousands of customers under his hands.

It is this kind of culture of raising warriors that has led to the people's customs and martial arts, and "samurai houses" have blossomed everywhere in the world.

Of course, this is only a market town after all, and the so-called hotel is just a shelter from the wind and rain. It's just a sparsely furnished house.

There are more than 20 samurai in the hotel, each armed with bows, spears, swords and axes, hugging in small groups, watching a sword fight in the arena for fun, and the noise is endless.

Wang Dongmai stepped inside, glanced around, and said directly: "Who is the hall owner?" ā€

As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately looked sideways, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Dong.

"Alright. Brothers, disperse first. One or two old men in sackcloth with gray temples clapped their palms, motioned for the two swordsmen fighting to step back, and then came to Wang Dong, bowed, and said with a smile: "Little old man is exactly." What does the prince command? (During the Warring States period, "Childe" referred to the sons of princes, and the original book also ignored this issue, so I won't care about it here.) )

He looked at Wang Dong's brocade clothes, hosta star crown, and his demeanor and bearing were beyond the ability of ordinary people, but he didn't dare to slack off.

Wang Dong said: "I want to go to Weidu Daliang, and I need ten people to escort me." This is the cost of employment. ā€

As he spoke, he threw a money bag to the owner of the Mai Restaurant.

The old man in Mai stretched out his hand to take it, weighed it slightly, and quietly opened the money bag to take a look. I saw a piece of gold, and immediately smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, please choose whatever you want." ā€

He led Wang Dong to the samurai. Attentive introduction.

Wang Dong didn't care, with his martial arts. The world is so big, where can't you go? Why do you need someone else to escort you? The reason why these samurai were hired was just to serve as guides.

randomly pointed to a few more pleasing to the eye, among them there is a pair of brothers and sisters surnamed Dou, the elder brother is called Dou Wu, and the younger sister is called Dou Li, both of whom are in their twenties, in addition to several elite swordsmen.

"There are still a few people missing, who else does the prince value?"

The master of the Mai House stood aside, and when he saw that Wang Dong had almost picked up, he asked with a smile.

"You can help me choose a few more." Wang Dong doesn't care.

"That little old man is respectful, it's better to obey his fate!"

The owner of the Mai Restaurant was as good as a stream, and was about to pick someone, but he heard one person laugh and say, "Haha! The road from here to Daliang, who else can be more familiar with it than my Tibetan tyrant, Childe, there are countless horse thieves and bandits along the way, which can be described as dangerous, if you want to reach Daliang safely, you must not be without the support of my Tibetan tyrant. ā€

This Tibetan tyrant is burly, majestic, and very strong, and his eyes swept over Dou Wu, Dou Li and others, with contempt and disdain.

"Tibetan tyrant, Hugh is rude."

The owner of the Mai Pavilion shouted, walked to Wang Dong's side, and said in a low voice: "Prince, this Tibetan tyrant's familiarity with the route to Daliang is indeed unmatched, but it is just ....... ā€

His voice paused, and he stopped talking.

"Nothing, just him!"

Wang Dong waved his hand and pointed at the Tibetan domineering.

"Alas!" The Mai Pavilion Master sighed lightly and frowned slightly.

Zangba laughed: "It's still Childe's good eyesight, but there are a lot of bandits along the way, just in case, why don't Childe bring my brothers with him, if there is danger, there will be a few helpers." ā€

He pointed to the seven or eight men behind him.

Wang Dong swept it away, and saw that these people had evil spirits on their faces, and they were not good, but they didn't care, and nodded and said, "It's okay." ā€

"Haha, Childe is refreshing." Zangba gave a thumbs up, then pinched his fingers, and said hesitantly: "It's just that this mercenary - hehe!" ā€

Wang Dong smiled slightly and threw him a gold ingot.

Zangba hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, gritted his teeth, and showed a greedy look on his face.

After a little preparation, a team of fifteen people set out on the road to the Wei capital Daliang.

After several days, this day just walked out of more than ten miles, the sky suddenly thundered, and in a moment, the torrential rain poured down.

The ground became muddy in a blink of an eye, and it was difficult to walk, so the group immediately found a cave to shelter from the rain.

By the time the rain had subsided, it was already evening, and the dry food that everyone had prepared had already been eaten on the road, and then someone carried yƬ to hunt.

After a while, a few people were left to guard the cave, and the Tibetan Ba took the lead in going out hunting.

Inside the cave, Wang Dong sat cross-legged in front of a bonfire, his eyes slightly closed, and in his mind, he practiced various martial arts.

Since he was promoted to the innate realm, the true qi in his body has also been transformed into innate true qi within a few days, and at this moment, he has urged a body of martial arts, which is as harmonious as one, and the cultivation method is by no means comparable to the acquired time.

Suddenly, the sound of slight footsteps approached, and a person whispered: "Childe! ā€

The one who came was the elder brother of the pair of siblings, Dou Wu.

"What's the matter?"

Wang said.

Dou Wu said in a low voice: "Childe, you have to be careful of the Tibetan tyrant, I'm afraid he will be unfavorable to you." ā€

"Oh!" Wang Dong nodded, indicating that he understood.

Seeing his understated attitude, Dou Wu's breath stagnated, and he didn't feel angry in his heart, so he shook his head and walked away.

Dou Wu shook his head and walked outside, his sister Dou Li leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, how is it?" ā€

Dou Wu sighed in a sullen voice: "This son looks like he is not in the world, forget it, let's be careful ourselves." ā€

Dou Li said worriedly: "It is said that the Tibetan tyrant is also related to the horse thief leader 'Gray Beard', alas, if we knew this, we wouldn't agree to this mission." ā€

"Hmm!" Dou Wu nodded heavily. (To be continued)