After three rounds of drinking, it also went into the night, and the ancients basically had no nightlife when there was no electricity and expensive lamp oil, and it was dark to sleep.

Back in the room, Li Zhishi, who was still a little drunk at the dinner table, had already sobered up at this moment, after all, the alcohol was not high, and it was not a myth to come here for a thousand glasses without getting drunk.

The first thing he had to do when he came to his senses was to clear the thoughts in his head.

Short sword, Wu Guo, Tangcheng, Zhuanzhu, when these clues are coherent, the goal of this mission is actually obvious.

- Zhuan Zhu's assassination of the king's bureaucracy, unlike Jing Ke's assassination of the Qin King's classic successful assassination case, Zhuan Zhu himself has the reputation of one of the top ten assassins in later generations.

"It seems that it is really a novice difficulty, first there is no danger, and then I directly arrange myself to the protagonist of the story...... So it seems that the short sword in his hand is a fish intestine sword? ”

By the light of the moon, Li Zhishi took out the short sword on his waist and took a closer look, the unique lines on the sword body showed the extraordinary material and forging process of this sword, and to his surprise, when he focused on the short sword, he felt the bracelet on his right hand flash, and then a few words appeared in front of him.

[The short sword has not been identified, and it can only exert its own sharp effect.] 】

[You can request the Ministry of Industry to identify after returning, and the price depends on the value of the short sword itself]

"Eh, do you still need an identification? Literally, can there be other functions after identification? But how can this be identified? Do you want to show it to Ojiko? ”

"And where is the Ministry of Works? Artisan department? ”

Historically, the origin of the fish intestine sword is not clear, and the most widely circulated theory is that its forger was Ou Zhizi, who created famous swords such as Qinggang Longquan, but there is also a saying that it is just an ordinary short sword that is used exclusively for all purposes, and after this battle, it has the name of the fish intestine sword.

This is like a chicken or an egg, the confused Li Zhishi has no intention of studying the truth of this problem, if he wants to complete the task, he only needs to ensure that he can finally focus on the successful assassination of Wu Wangyi as in history.

However, although the result of this assassination in history was successful, it was exclusively ...... It's dead after all. As soon as this idea came out, the identification or something was suddenly left behind by Li Zhishi.

"Dedicated to saving my life, extremely righteous and kind, and taking the initiative to leave me at home, a person who doesn't know the roots, such a person who is kind and righteous to himself, will he die in this mission after all?"

"Yes...... If he doesn't assassinate, then if the mission fails, won't I die myself? ”

"But if the eldest brother saves me, I want to ...... To leave somebody in the lurch? ”

"But he saved me, probably because of the arrangement of the mysterious power, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence? And it is unknown whether this world is real or not, maybe it's just a virtual world? Exclusive to these people is just an NPC? ”

"But how can there be such intelligent virtual world NPCs, these are clearly some living people!"

Looking at the next room through the window, Li Zhishi, who kept asking and answering himself in his mind, was really a little confused......

To live or to die, that's the question.

Li Zhishi, who had not slept all night in his mind, only felt a splitting headache when he got up the next day, and only improved slightly after repeatedly patting his face with the cold well water.

Forget it, this kind of thing, let's take it one step at a time. Li Zhishi sighed, the final result of this idea is self-evident, after a scuffle of thoughts, after all, it is his own desire to survive that prevails.

"Huh? Brother Li also got up so early? A deep voice came from behind him, Li Zhishi turned around, and found that Zhuan Zhu had come to the courtyard at some point, it was winter, but he was only wearing a thin cloth coat and standing outside, and he was wearing at least three layers of sweater inside the ancient coat.

Fortunately, the work clothes of the antique shop where I am located are ancient clothes, and then they were aged into rags by the mysterious power, which is also a reason for Zhuzhu to believe that he fled, otherwise wearing a set of casual clothes to this era is mostly either shocked or regarded as a fool, and most of the latter is more likely.

"I have some insomnia, instead of tossing and turning, it's better to get up early and get some fresh air." Li Zhishi smiled, and the tiredness of not sleeping all night was still obvious on his face.

"Brother Li has just arrived, so it's normal, today I will go to the city to buy some tranquilizing herbs and come back, the smoke from this thing is the best for falling asleep" Zhuan Zhu nodded, but he felt a little strange about Li Zhishi's later sentence, "What is fresh air?" ”

"Uh......" Li Zhishi was asked at this time, how to explain the modern concept of material to an ancient person, this is really a problem.

"What we inhale is qi, but this qi is invisible, isn't it empty?" casually rambling some explanations, Li Zhishi hurriedly changed the topic, "Why did the eldest brother get up so early?" ”

"As Brother Li said, there is such fresh air in the morning, so why don't I get up early to practice boxing." Zhuan Zhu laughed and waved his arm, "I'll start here, a rough trick, if Brother Li wants to see it, it's okay." ”

Boxing?

Li Zhishi suddenly raised his interest, it can be said that any modern person in China will be interested in martial arts, he has never seen a martial arts master, and the big man in front of him killed and injured several bandits with a stick yesterday, he should be regarded as a master.

As his thoughts flickered, Zhuan Zhu had already begun his movements. Different from those modern ornamental martial arts shelves, although the specialized movements are also fixed, but at a glance, I feel that they are rough and lethal, without too many tricks, straight and straight, and the sound of breaking the sky is frequent, and the momentum is amazing.

Out of curiosity and admiration, when he finished a set of formulas and started again, Li Zhishi also began to learn in a good way, but it didn't take long for his movements to be a little deformed and his physical strength was a little exhausted.

After this set of punches, Zhuzhu's face was full of red light, while Li Zhishi was sweating profusely and panting, only feeling that the clothes inside were already drenched with sweat.

"Whew...... Call...... This punch ...... It's so tiring......"

Seeing Li Zhishi's appearance, Zhuan Zhu shook his head, took a piece of linen and threw it to him to wipe his sweat, "Brother Li has no martial arts foundation, boxing is tired, and it will be fine after resting." After speaking, his body moved again, but this time his skills were extremely fast, and his movements were much more complicated, so much so that Li Zhishi realized that he had deliberately slowed down his movements just now and led himself to practice boxing.

"Sure enough, he is a top assassin who can assassinate the king of a country, and this martial art is not much higher than those who sell their fame and reputation in modern times." Seeing that the strong wind blowing by one action made the fallen leaves under the dead trees on the side blow up everywhere, Li Zhishi was really envious, and only dreamed that he would be able to kill the Quartet one day.

At this time, the Tsumi clan and his sister Li'er also went out of the house, and the house at this time was not built directly on the land, but a kind of stilted building, and the bottom was supported by a sturdy wooden stake, which could effectively prevent insects and snakes.

"Wow." Seeing her brother practicing boxing, the little girl jumped down the stairs in twos and threes, and also hummed and boxed, which looked much more standard than Li Zhishi, and it seemed that he had practiced on weekdays, but in fact it was not much better, I think it was the little girl's family who was just curious about this kind of martial arts but not much interested, just playing. But among the three fists and two kicks, there were a few eyes mixed with caution and curiosity at a young man rubbing his arms.

Seeing this, Jin Mei shook his head and smiled, "Li'er, it's time to make breakfast." ”