Ever since Zuo Qian knew that Xuantianlu and the Blood Knife Sutra were the upper and lower copies of the same exercise, he was a little puzzled, how could Zheng He's master have the upper book and the Blood Knife Ancestor's master had the lower one, could it be said that the masters of these two people who couldn't beat the eight poles were the same sect?

Zuo Qian is not the kind of person who loves more seriously, just like he thought about how he got here before, don't think about it if he can't figure it out, it's better to do the things in front of him honestly, and it's not too late to think about the rest of his own things first.

Zuo Qian thought about it, he hadn't seen the edict of the emperor of this world, so he took out a brocade box that was placed in the back of the carriage, the brocade box was not very big, only three inches wide and five inches long and rectangular, and there was an orchid pattern on it for framing.

Although Zuo Qian used to be a brocade guard, he really didn't have much feeling for the imperial power or anything, but he just felt that it was his boss's boss, the guy who gave us food and silver, not to mention the emperor of this world, so when he opened the brocade box to read the emperor's edict, he was not full of awe of the cold dead thing like other people.

The edict is a cover made of thin wooden boards, with a layer of bright yellow paint on it, and two large characters on it, 'Edict', from these details, we know how much the emperors of the past dynasties loved to show their authority.

Unfold the cover of the edict, showing the snow-white paper inside, the handwriting on it does not feel like it is from the hand of an emperor, it should be someone to write on behalf of you, a piece of Kaiwen wrote: Lonely, Nian Qing's merits, Siqing's suffering, what the country has done for the court, indelible, because of the special gift of Zuo Linyun Earl title, the number Cangshun Bo, hereditary replacement. And then a big chapter was stamped 'Dabong Dynasty'!

The Dafeng Dynasty is one of the seven dynasties of Qi, Chu, Yan, Feng, Hong, Lin, and Tian, but its strength is not the top nor very weak, it can only be regarded as the middle of the stream, in addition to the various principalities of no less than a few hundred large and small, and the strength of these principalities cannot be compared with the dynasty.

After reading the edict, a hint of an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of Zuo Qian's mouth, "Uncle Cangshun! hehe, what a big stroke, Earl!"

"Maybe I'm the earl with the largest fief among all the counts, and I'm also the poorest among the counts."

I don't know how long it took, but the carriage slowly stopped.

"Come down to eat, wait until you get on your way."

Chen Mianmian's unconscious voice came into Zuo Qian's ears very abruptly, and after Zuo Qian heard this dead-like voice, he also came back to his senses from the state of wandering outside the world.

"Okay"

"Uncle Chen, we have dry food with us, why get out of the car to eat, it will waste a lot of time," if Zuo Qian's character was based on the previous one, he wouldn't have asked much, but Zuo Qian found that after he fused with the memories of his predecessor in this body, he was deeply affected.

"People can eat while walking, but horses can't", Chen Mianmian's tone made people feel no emotion, as if he was a mechanical puppet.

Hearing this, Zuo Qian didn't talk nonsense, but just jumped out of the carriage after opening the curtain.

"Little Er, feed our horses some forage and water, but the best forage should be used."

"Then give me two random ones that are cheap and filling."

"Okay! Wait a minute."

Seeing Chen Mianmian's arrangement, Zuo Qian muttered a little in his heart, how could this uncle do things like this, give the livestock that pulled the cart good forage, but the two of them ate it casually, I really don't know if she has a problem with her brain.

Seeing Zuo Qian's slightly weird expression, Chen Mianmian's dead voice sounded: "We all rely on it all the way", Chen Mianmian stopped talking after saying this.

After Zuo Qian heard this, he secretly blamed himself, he came out of Jinyiwei, and naturally knew that a good horse could save his life, and it could be regarded as his second life, but sometimes he was now affected by his predecessor, which gave Zuo Qian a headache.

"Uncle Chen, I know it's wrong", Zuo Qian knows that a mistake is a mistake, there is no excuse, and he also knows that a veteran like Chen Mianmian takes the life of the war horse very seriously.

Chen Mianmian didn't answer, just hummed, even if he responded to Zuo Qian, but the look on his face eased.

"Do you know why I never call you Young Master?"

Zuo Qian shook his head and said he didn't know.

"One is because you are my junior, and the other is that you are not qualified enough now, if one day I recognize your status in my heart, not to mention just a title, I want to give you my life, and now it is just to fulfill the last wish given to me by my eldest brother."

Hearing this, Zuo Qian understood a little, how bad his predecessor was, and even looked down on his own family's general and cheap father's brother, I really don't know how he spent the past thirteen or fourteen years, no wonder someone threw bricks.

"I will"

"Don't just talk about it"

Just as the two were talking, Xiao Er brought up a few steamed buns and a bowl of gruel, but the two didn't say anything, just buried their heads in eating the food in front of them, the speed of the two of them eating was a little fast, and in less than a cup of tea, all the food in front of them was loaded, Chen Mianmian called Xiao Er, and then asked for more than a dozen steamed buns to pack, and two pots of water to take away, and gave the money to Xiao Er and left.

After getting into the carriage, the strange pair of master and servant did not answer, and drove the carriage away from the small food stall by the roadside.

The carriage didn't go far before Zuo Qian poked his head out of the curtain on the carriage, "Uncle Chen, how much money do we have?"

This matter is not something that Zuo Qian suddenly remembered, but he wanted to know how much money he still had, and how much money he could use to do things after he arrived in his fiefdom, this is all his years of experience as a spy, money is a thing that can be channeled wherever it goes, whether it is in Daming in the previous life, or in Dafeng now.

"Together with the silver that His Majesty has rewarded us and sold our own property, there are about 300,000 in total."

"But if you can ask this question, it seems that you have grown a lot."

After Chen Mianmian said these words, there was an indelible expression of relief on his face.

In the past, Zuo Qian was a child of an official eunuch who had nothing to do and waited for death, and he didn't understand anything else except boiling eagles and fighting dogs and playing crickets one day, but he still had a little advantage, that is, he didn't go out on the street to bully men and women.

After saying that, the two fell silent again, and along the way, in addition to the sound of Mal's snort, there were more sounds of insects and birds.

There was nothing to say all the way, Chen Mianmian was in a hurry to miss the stay, and only found a place with a water source and stopped when the sun set.

After Zuo Qian helped Chen Mianmian unload the carriage, he skillfully led the horse to the stream to wash the horse and feed the grass, Chen Mianmian, who was on the side, saw this, and there was a strange look in his eyes, because he never knew that Zuo Qian would do these things, and it seemed that he was very skilled, without any jerky feeling, but Chen Mianmian didn't ask, of course, no matter how Chen Mianmian thought, he wouldn't know that this Zuo Qian was not the other Zuo Qian.

After a while, Chen Mianmian prepared dinner, the same steamed bun was just baked, and the two of them started eating it with roasted steamed buns and water, although the steamed buns were stiff, but the two of them also ate with relish, as if they were not eating roasted steamed buns but delicacies from the mountains and seas.

After eating, Chen Mianmian began to practice internal skills next to the fire, but he put a standard saber commonly used in the army beside him in case of emergency.

Seeing that Chen Mianmian had entered the practice of internal strength, Zuo Qian naturally would not let go of the time to practice internal strength, he knew that in this world, except for his own strength, everything was illusory, just like the ancestor of the blood knife, martial arts reached that realm, and ordinary people could not do anything about him.

In addition, this world is still martial, and the status of martial artists is much higher than that of those weak scholars, unless it is those famous officials and Confucians, but even those scholars are equipped with swords at their waists, not like the scholars of the Ming Dynasty, who hold a folding fan in their hands.

Xuantianlu is from the inside out, in the early stage, as long as you sit down cross-legged and practice the true qi, Zuo Qian was already an ordinary master of internal strength before, and now it is just from the road before taking a walk, in the past, it was a slightly better internal strength than the big road goods, but now it is the Xuantianlu who is practicing, plus the predecessor of this body has laid a good foundation, and now it is just a change of exercises, so there is no need to re-find the sense of qi like a beginner.

Zuo Qianyun began to practice Xuantianlu's mental method, mobilizing the faint trace of true qi in the original dantian to the meridians of the whole body, and the true qi started from the dantian and then wandered through the meridians of the whole body, and finally returned to the dantian, which was considered to be the completion of a week.

According to the internal strength of Zuo Qian's practice in the past, it takes at least two cups of tea to run a week, and it is only sixteen weeks a night, but now according to Xuantianlu's internal strength and heart method practice, it takes less than one tea to run a week, which makes Zuo Qianxiao surprised and happy.

Surprise is surprise, but Zuo Qian still treats it with a normal heart, even if he wants to be excited, he has to wait until he finishes his work to get excited, otherwise it will not be fun to practice and go crazy.

Just like this, day after week, Zuo Qian didn't stop until there was some faint pain in the meridians.

"It actually ran for thirty-two weeks in one night, about twice as fast as before, it's not a loss to Jinyiwei's Zhenmen exercises, but I don't know what kind of song it looks like to practice with the Blood Sword Sutra, I'm looking forward to it", Zuo Qian muttered to himself.

When Zuo Qian opened his eyes, it was already dawn.

Chen Mianmian on the side naturally saw these changes in Zuo Qian's eyes, but he took this change to heart and didn't ask too much, after all, everyone has their own secrets, and why shouldn't he be?