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After breakfast the next day, the group was given the order to set out. This time, everyone is going in the direction of the Jin Kingdom.

Jin? As soon as he mentioned this country, Wei Luo remembered the handsome and terrifying Jingling prince when he first came to your land, and remembered that he was also from the Jin Kingdom.

Forget it, the Jin Kingdom is so big, even if you go to his territory, you won't necessarily meet him. Besides, his current identity is very inconspicuous, and no nobleman will look at him at all.

When Wei Luo thought about it, his heart returned to calm.

After the handymen put everything back on the carriage, the convoy began to move, and under the watchful eyes of the Yicheng people, it went out of the city gate and drove towards the land of the Jin Kingdom.

Wei Luo lowered his head and walked forward in the group with one foot high and one foot shallow. She was in poor health and tired after walking a few miles. Even though she was so tired that she was about to collapse, Wei Luo didn't dare to stop, she just lowered her head, closed her eyes, and breathed quietly according to the breathing method she had summed up, while feeling the changes in her body.

The changes in his body were so small that Wei Luo could barely feel them. The only thing she felt was that she was breathing like this, and she could hold her body until the end. As time passed, she felt less and less tired.

The Jin Kingdom is a great country in the world, and the reins are extremely wide, and the convoy has been traveling for two months, but it has not yet reached its destination.

During these two months, as soon as the tent was set up and after dinner, Wei Luo gathered in the ranks of the swordsmen and watched their practice. After watching like this for half an hour, she would find a quiet and remote place, and practice her swordsmanship with a wooden sword.

Wei Luo was like an ordinary girl in her previous life, she only studied romance novels, clothes and cosmetics, and those military and martial arts have nothing to do with her.

In this life, she doesn't have half a person to ask for. In an almost instinctive way, she practiced breathing that was comfortable for her, while repeating the simple stabbing motion over and over again.

She didn't know if her method was right, or even if it would work, this kind of practice, like a straw she grabbed in this world, she kept fantasizing that one day she would become stronger.

Gradually, Wei Luo's own method of breathing has become a part of her body, whether it is walking, eating, practicing swords, or sleeping, she will find that she is using the method of inhaling and exhaling and inhaling and exhaling alternately.

After walking for another month, Wei Luo felt that her body began to gain strength, and when she moved her hands and feet every morning, she even felt that she was light and fluttering, and she could jump far away.

As for walking, the twenty-odd miles a day was nothing to her, and she had never felt tired in the past half a month. Not only that, but now every noon, she can feel a hot current passing through her chest and abdomen, and the heat flow appears from the lower abdomen and comes to the chest, and each time it appears for only a moment, and it disappears in two or three seconds at most.

As soon as the heat appeared, she was exhausted, full of energy, and her feet were fluttering and dancing in the wind.

What pleased Wei Luo the most was that when she found that her wooden sword was stabbing into the air, the sound of the wind became louder and louder.

At this time, Wei Luo was no longer blindly stabbing at the air, she would hang a copper coin on the treetops with a thread, her eyes were fixed on the thin silk thread, and every sword pierced was also pierced at the thin silk thread.

Now, as soon as she showed her sword, the sword wind had already blown the silk thread to shake before the sword had arrived. Sometimes Wei Luo would think, when my wooden sword is pierced, I can use the sword wind to pierce the silk thread, does it mean that I have learned swordsmanship?

At this time, Wei Luo just felt that he had taken a step forward, and felt that it was only three months, and he had conditioned his sick and weak body as normal, which showed that his method was very effective. She didn't think at all that maybe she was an extremely rare genius in martial arts!

On this day, the convoy set off early.

Wei Luo blended in with the group, walking silently while breathing quietly. I don't know how long it took sounded.

Amid the sound of donkey hooves, a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years of age, with a pale face and a long, narrow-faced, and gloomy eyes, came to the handymen's ranks.

The young man did not have a sword on him, and was clearly not a swordsman. He was also dressed in sackcloth, but it fit well and was clean.

The young man raised his eyelids and stared at the handymen arrogantly, and asked in a somewhat shrill and hissing voice, "Are there anyone who can read?" ”

The handymen didn't look up, and neither did Wei Luo. However, the few standing around Wei Luo, along with the round-faced seventeen, all looked at her.

The pale-faced young man stared at Wei Luo, and he shouted a little impatiently: "Wu Na Xiao'er, do you know how to read?" ”

Wei Luo kept her head down, she felt that the young man in front of her was a little annoyed by her bowing her head and not speaking, she quickly raised her head, carefully glanced at the other party and then quickly lowered her head, after doing this action, Wei Luo respectfully crossed his hand and said crisply: "I know how to read." ”

The young man let out a soft snort from his nose and said lightly: "In this case, let me come." ”

"No."

The young man turned around and said coldly: "If someone asks, you can call the handyman Xiao'er." ”

Wei Luo raised his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "My name is Wei Luo." ”

"Oh? Actually has a name? The young man turned his head and glanced at Wei Luo cautiously.

After looking her up and down for a while, he suddenly smiled hoarsely, glanced at her and said coldly, "Reduced to a handyman, he actually deserves a name?" Hmph, from now on, your name will be removed, and you will be called Handyman! ”

He is just a steward on a donkey, so why should he remove other people's names? All of a sudden, the handymen were buzzing and talking. The chatter grew louder and louder, and there was indignation in the eyes of the people who looked at the young man.

The attitude of the handymen made the green tendons on the temples on both sides of the young man jump a few times, and he stared at Wei Luo with a pair of triangular eyes, and shouted coldly: "Handyman child, do you dare to admit it?" ”

The word 'dare' was dragged by the young man, and Wei Luo didn't need to look up, he could feel the killing intent exuded by the person in front of him.

It's just a villain who fights with people!

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wei Luo's mouth, and she lowered her eyes and replied in a low voice and weakly: "No." ”

As soon as Wei Luo's word came out, the young man raised his head and laughed. But the handymen were noisy and noisy, and everyone looked angrily at Wei Luo, who easily compromised, faintly, Wei Luo heard someone say hatefully: "How noble is the name? Even if you die, you have to keep it, this child, this child, it's really angry to kill me! ”

The young man looked at the crowd with a smug expression, and his expression was extremely satisfied, as if he had done something very great.

Seeing that the handymen were still noisy, the young man shouted, "Handyman, come with me." ”

"Yes."

Wei Luo lowered her head and followed the young man without saying a word, and from beginning to end, she showed extreme indifference, as if the indignation of the handymen had not reached her ears at all.

The corners of his mouth pulled upward, Wei Luo lowered his eyes and trotted after following the donkey's tail, while secretly thinking: This person really moved the killing intent just now, hmph, the name is just a title, and it is not worth gambling with his life for a title. Besides, he's not the emperor, and saying that canceling it really made my name disappear? I will bow my head for the time being, and endure the humiliation for a while.