Pang Tong saw that there was no trace of a smile on his face, let alone the attitude of hospitality, it seemed that Pang Tong's arrival was an unpleasant act that was not booked in advance. But he knew in his heart that Shandore was so wary of the people outside. But his trip meant a lot to himself, and he had to overcome Chandore's stubbornness.

Pang Tong smiled and spoke: "Thanks to the great grace of the Wasai people, my Yuan Shi has survived to this day." I think about my family, but it seems that going back is a distant thing......"

Shandore interrupted him with an impatient expression, "Which side are you from?" ”

Pang Tong, whose cheeks were stiff, was stunned. There are many meanings in such a sentence, and it may be difficult to answer casually. Unsure, he asked rhetorically, "What does the patriarch mean?" ”

Shanduolei slammed his fist into the mat, and Pang Tong, who was surprised by the tremor of the ground, grinned at this moment. The stout man pulled his body and grabbed his curved neckline. Pang Tong's brows furrowed, his breathing began to be disordered, and the man who was already aiming at the prey in front of him was like a tiger and a leopard.

"On the day you came, there was a great battle in the west, and it was a battle between the princes of the north. Which side are you from? ”

His words were loud, and he had already recognized this, and the threatening words reminded Pang Tong that he would be recognized if he was talking nonsense. But in the case of not being able to guess the opponent's position, the wrong judgment is fatal. It is very likely that he will be friendly with Ma Teng, and will never have anything to do with him Pang Tong. An invisible knife stabbed at it quickly, and Pang Tong didn't have time to hesitate.

He held his breath and deliberately stared at his murderous eyes, with an unyielding gesture. He spoke calmly, "I am a subordinate of the huge man. ”

Like a cheetah, Chandore let go of his claws. Pang Tong's tightened neck collar was folded, and he slapped it casually. But in his heart, he was waiting for the verdict, what is the position of this Vasai tribe for his decision?

Chandore, who had just returned to the posture he had just sat cross-legged, had another face without any flaws, without a trace of joy or sorrow on it.

"Whoever you are has nothing to do with me, save you for the sake of your sword. You won't be a creep, and I won't want to know what your official position is. Let's go when we recover, we don't welcome people here. ”

Pang Tong sat up straight, his two fists pressed tightly on his thighs. He made a request: "I have witnessed the mastery of the Wasai people's medical skills. Huge people will definitely need your strength, teach us these powers, it will be exchanged for a lot of money. ”

He seemed to be speaking in the face of a raging storm, and the listener remained ominously silent. It seemed that the face in the frame was motionless, and Pang Tong felt uncomfortably that it was a stuffy space, and the air did not seem to be moving.

What the hell was he thinking?

Pang Tong added uneasily: "You can save a lot of people." ”

Shanduolei suddenly laughed, shocking Pang Tong. It's like the sound of a tiger echoing in the tiger's den. Shanduolei paused and said coldly: "Save people? You're just here to kill, and those who save the dead will pick up their weapons and fight again. Gold? Seriously, we don't need these special things here, we're already rich. ”

"The goal of the huge people is to unify the north and south of the country, so that the people have more rights to live."

"Liu Yan's generation also wants to be unified, this is just a polite remark of the conquest."

"No, we want to weaken the royal power and make the people self-governing."

Shandolei raised his eyebrows, looked at the person in front of him in confusion, and said, "Autonomy? Wouldn't it be a big mess. What nonsense. ”

Pang Tong still wanted to persuade him, but the other party obviously didn't want to say anything more to him, and in that gradually unfriendly expression, he could see the meaning of expulsion. He stood up and bowed, and said, "Excuse me, maybe we are too naïve, but sometimes, people can finally overcome difficulties and seek a more valuable country of coexistence." I have a sentence that the patriarch can take as nonsense, but I think I have to say it. His eyes were very serious, and Shandore had no intention of stopping them. There is goodwill and evil in the world, if you just close yourself off and don't let the evil from the outside world attack. You will not feel the kindness of the outside world, and you will be powerless against those evil things after the evil of the outside world breaks through the defense sooner or later, and that is the disaster. ”

As if he had vented the sullenness in his heart, he turned around and left, and when he reached the door, the voice behind him shot like an arrow.

"Wait."

Pang Tong turned around suspiciously, only to see a bamboo tube thrown over, and he caught it. Whatever was inside, he knew that there was already goodwill in this wordless courtesy.

"Thank you."

Although he couldn't find any other expression on his face when he looked at Shandore's last face, the bamboo tube in his hand was seen by him as his own extra-large victory. He returned to the house and took off his shoes casually. The two sat down, and Pang Tong threw the bamboo tube up twice, and heard the sound of rustling inside. He gripped the barrel and pulled the plug off, and the pleasant smell of lilac invaded his nostrils and filled the room.

He poured out the palm of his hand, and a few bunches of dried but deep purple plants fell, and the petals of the branches solidified in their freshest and perfect state, although they were much more shriveled, but the fragrance of that time was preserved.

"How do you keep it that way?"

Dian Wei looked at these purple elf-like and fragrant dried things suspiciously.

Pang Tong put his nose and sniffed it, and the strong fragrance completely stimulated his brain, making his whole body feel like he had been struck by lightning, and the feeling of being close to spasm swam through.

"What is dried, what to use to store it, may have been treated after drying."

Pang Tong used his knowledge to explore, but he really didn't know anything about this kind of thing. But this gift was very valuable to him, since it was given by the patriarch with the iron face.

One sunny day, Pang Tong came to the square. Here, people trade the fruits of hunting, ceramics, flowers and fruits. They are all from the same village, no one will cheat, and the process of trading is all fun. He, an outsider, could no longer be the center of attention, almost blending into the crowd, and no one treated him as a foreign object. He also casually watched from the stalls on the ground. There was a stall that caught his eye, and it was almost all children. The man who sold looked angry and waved his hand to drive away the "visitor".

"What do you look at the little hairy boy!"

He sat back in displeasure. But when the children scattered, they gathered around again, and one of them sneered: "It's on paper, it's faceless!" ”

He grinned for a while, but he couldn't scare the children away. Pang Tong approached and saw that the young man with a narrow forehead was bareheaded, with prominent cheekbones and fat lips. The figure is not thin, but the gloomy appearance is very unapproachable. I saw him spread a dark green blanket on the ground, and there were a lot of bamboo slips on it, which was a very authentic bamboo book. Pang Tong, who thought it was interesting, approached, and the children on both sides shifted their eyes and began to look at him.

He crouched down and picked up a bamboo book. The book seller looked at him seriously and seriously, his eyes shining with anticipation. Pang Tong opened the bamboo slips strung with strings. Judging from the ink, this person's handwriting is good, and the content is all related to the art of war. Pang Tong was amused, he didn't look up, and asked, "It's well written, it looks like a war story." Ah, that's a good idea, and you should use more traps to fight in the mountains. ”

"That's, that's."

The man seemed to have found a confidant, and he looked at Pang Tongyi, who was holding the bamboo slip, and squatted down while looking at it seriously. This position made him feel that the distance between the two was rapidly narrowing. He pressed another book on the stall, his heart excited. But he must not show humility in front of this outsider, otherwise he will be known about his bad business, which is a very uncomfortable thing.

However, he didn't expect that after reading the book, Pang Tong put down the bamboo slips after winding them into a roll, and said: "How much has it been sold?" ”

As if he had been stabbed in the heart, the man's face was stiff, and his eyes were avoiding each other. He began to fiddle with the bamboo books on the stall casually, as if he were putting them in place. But he couldn't avoid that arrowy gaze.

"It's okay."

His lack of faith was immediately ridiculed by the children. It was nothing more than that he lied, and some children deliberately said to Pang Tong: "He can only talk big, don't pay attention to him, even the cowards who don't dare to participate in the warrior group!" ”

The man, completely enraged by the child's words, jumped up from his sitting position, and the bamboo slip in his hand aimed at the child who had fled, and the other children ran away after they were sitting at him. His face was red, and he was angry, as if he had seen a group of annoying little mice. However, he suddenly remembered something and looked down, Pang Tong was also looking up at the man who was treating the child in an exaggerated posture.

The man embarrassedly took back the bamboo slip and put it on the stall.

"There's really nothing you can do with them."

"No one should change this art of war, what will I exchange with you. After all, ordinary people won't use this, you people in the mountains should have their own armed forces, and you should participate. "Pang Tong only said after understanding the children's words, that warrior group must be an armed force here.

The man's face turned a little pale after hearing this, and he muttered, "A group of reckless people." ”

Pang Tong stood up and said with a smile: "They are reckless men, so what method do you want to use to display your knowledge?" Selling this kind of stuff right here? Sold to people who don't see war in the mountains? ”

The man raised his head and replied earnestly: "I want to go to the mountain courtyard to teach, but they refuse, saying that if I teach this kind of thing, it will ruin the Wasai people!" ”

Pang Tong smiled dryly: "Naturally, it's not allowed, you might as well go to the army to teach, you can use it there." ”

"The people of the Warrior Regiment are all rough and stubborn!"

The man said angrily, gesturing to the south. But from that line of sight, it should have penetrated all the obscuration, that far away.

"I guess it's unpopular." Pang Tong thought in his heart, but he didn't say it. He said to the man, "My name is Yuan Shi, give it to a friend." He took two steps forward, bent over and stretched out his hand. The man felt that the sun was suddenly coming at him from the front, and it was an incomparably gentle and considerate momentum. He involuntarily stretched out his hand and shook it with Pang Tong, and the two looked at each other and smiled. The man said, "My name is Ariel, and I will definitely become a military strategist." ”

Pang Tong nodded and said, "I wish you success." But he thought to himself, "Even if you are well-versed in the art of war, what will you do on such a mountain?" Why don't I go back to you and try your skills when I go out of the mountain in the future. ”

Ariel winked at him and lowered his voice, "I'm a master of trap tactics. After that, he let go of his hand, sat on the ground, picked up a book slip casually, looked leisurely, and looked at Pang Tong with a smile.