There's a power outage, and I'm just sending the first shift now, sorry. Second, it should be on time. Hey, keep asking for pink tickets PK tickets.

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Wei Luo already knew at this time that in the minds of many poor people, there were too many benefits to becoming a singer, not only could they appear in the mansions of the nobles in bright clothes, but the lucky ones would even become concubines, and the young people might become princes and ministers, and they would become powerful people.

Therefore, as soon as the children of the poor heard that there were important people in the ranks of the eyebrows, they came all the way to wash the children vigorously, and they must let the nobles see them at a glance and take their own children.

Therefore, there was no crying in the long, invisible, line, just anticipation and longing.

Unlike later generations, many of the wives of princes in this era were really made up of small singers. A woman's background is valued in some places, but some princes are not worth mentioning.

Although the poor people longed for their children to become singers, there were some young men and women from well-to-do families who would never want to come into such a team and stand out in this way. However, because the poor are not nutritious enough to urinate since childhood, they do not have enough clothing, and their parents are not good enough, so their children are not of a high ordinary level. And those with a delicate face and no obvious problems on their bodies are even more one in a thousand.

In this case, the number of young men and women provided by the poor does not meet the requirements of the team. So, the team would buy some nobles who had been reduced to slavery due to defeat, and the weeping young men and women in the donkey convoy came from this.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the young voice of the sixteenth girl came from time to time, "Fourth, eleventh, virgin, there is a mole at the ankle, take." ”

"Five, ten, boy, there are scratches on his back, you can go, you can take it."

In the midst of her singing, all the boys and girls in front of her had taken off their clothes and stood in the cold wind for the sixteen girls to pass the trial.

And a hundred meters in front of the sixteen girls, there was a bunch of people, and Zhan Yi was also there. Those children don't have to undress, Zhan Yi and the others just check the children's facial features, and the delicate ones can pass the first level.

Which child of the poor was not beaten? Therefore, it is not enough to pass the test. After the children passed through Zhanyi, they came to the sixteen girls to pass the second level, and only after passing this second level can they join the convoy.

The task of the sixteen girls is to choose from the children those with very small scars on their bodies, or those that will fade on their own when they grow up.

Sixteen girls watched slowly, and when she approached, ten children would take off their clothes with the help of their parents.

It's a cold winter!

As soon as the children's clothes were gone, their thin bodies shrunk into a ball in the cold wind. But at this time, neither their parents nor the people in the convoy seemed to feel that they might get sick or die because of this. The people in the convoy turned a blind eye, and the parents of the children looked nervously at Sixteen, waiting for her announcement.

After looking at it for a while, she felt bored, and knowing that this selection would last all day, she turned around, hid the wooden sword in her sleeve, and walked into the woods with her back to the city gate.

This forest was three or four miles away from the group, and these three or four miles, three or four miles ago, Wei Luo had to walk for two hours, but now she would not have walked in a quarter of an hour.

When he came to the woods, he hung the silk thread with the copper coin hanging on the branch, and after Wei Luo had adjusted his breath, he stabbed the silk thread with a swish.

When the wooden sword was stabbed, the wind whistled.

The tip of the sword was still an inch away from the silk thread, and the silk thread felt the approach of the sword wind and began to shake violently.

Just as the blade of the sword stabbed the silk thread, Wei Luo's hand froze, and the wooden sword was fixed in midair.

The wooden sword was withdrawn, and another sword stabbed out.

For Wei Luo, every time the wooden sword can pierce the silk thread, that is nothing, every time the sword edge has not touched the silk thread, the silk thread is blown by the sword wind.

In the past three days, she suddenly found that the silk thread had become brittle!

Just after the silk thread suddenly broke the day before yesterday, after a night of practice, the new silk thread that was replaced yesterday broke again! And the heat that flows between the hearts and minds appears more frequently. It used to be only seen once at noon, but now it flashes by at midnight.

Also, she could raise the bronze sword and wield it. Although she felt her hands sore and swollen again after less than a quarter of an hour of dancing, Wei Luo was still very happy.

The swordsmen's sword moves are very simple, just a few slashing and slashing moves, and most of them go straight in and out, and there are no tricks. Their tricks are simple, and Wei Luo is easy to learn. It had only been three months, and Wei Luo felt that he had already done all the tricks for them.

Of course, all that Wei Luo has been able to learn is their showmanship, those inner things, she has never been able to touch.

Wei Luo practiced this practice until the evening. At dinner, she heard that the divination showed that the weather was as good as spring these days, so the convoy would stay in Cheshui City for three days until the selection was sufficient.

The moon tonight is a half-quarter moon, and the earth is silvery and faint. Wei Luo practiced until almost midnight, when he walked sweatily to his carriage.

The convoy outside the city gate was unusually quiet, and the high-status people such as the Meijia family had already lived in the city, and only the low-status donkey swordsmen and handymen who remained outside the city were others.

In the moonlight, Wei Luo picked up a copper pot from the utility room, filled a pot of water from the river five hundred meters behind Cheshui City, and came to his carriage lightly.

When she was ready, she stretched out her head and looked around, and saw that the torches were fluttering in the convoy, the voices of people were small, and there was no one walking on the official road, so she shrank back, quietly unbuttoned her coat, wet it with a burlap cloth, and wiped it from her arm.

The carriage was jet black, with only the slightest torch light mixed with the white moonlight, which shone through the cracks in the curtains. A faint tiny light shone on her half-exposed skin, and it was shiningly white.

Gently scrubbing one arm, Wei Luo hurriedly put on this sleeve. Then she took off her other sleeve and began to wipe it.

Wei Luo wiped intently, but at this moment, a sound of Xixidi's footsteps came into her ears!

Someone's coming!

Wei Luo's face turned pale, she hurriedly draped her sackcloth tightly, and while dressing, she secretly prayed: Don't come this way, don't come this way!

However, the footsteps were coming this way! And it's getting closer, it's getting closer!

Wei Luo's sackcloth was only halfway folded, and the man had stopped outside the carriage. At the same time, a slightly shy man's voice came, "Wei Luo, Xiao'er, are you sleeping?" ”

It's Cheng Xi!

Oh my God, it's going to be Cheng Xi!

Wei Luo's little face turned white, her mouth squirmed a few times, and when she didn't think of how to reply, Cheng Xi outside had already laughed, "Don't pretend, you can still hear the sound of sound and water just now." Why, are you undressing and bathing? When the last four words were spat out, Wei Luo could almost hear the sound of his Adam's apple rolling.