"Thank you sir..." Zhao Hu bowed, then ran quickly towards the curtain.

There were two soldiers guarding outside the curtain. Seeing the ten round blood-stained things on Zhao Hu's waist, they couldn't help but show their envy, jealousy and hatred. What was strange was that the two soldiers didn't ask, but instead directly held Zhao Hu attentively and let Zhao Hu in.

When I went in, I saw that this small curtain was only about a hundred square meters. There were no one inside. There were only a pile of ferocious heads on the side. There were only a hundred people. Then there was a short table on the top. A middle-aged man in armor was sitting upright on a horse stool holding a book, looking at the book as if he was a literati.

"Sir." Zhao Hu immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Oh, how many have you won? Take it out yourself, but don't have anyone to kill good people, and "doing" fraud, but no one can save you." The warrior didn't even raise his eyes, but just said calmly.

"The ten enemy soldiers are all the heads of the peasant soldiers." Zhao Hu responded, and quickly took out the ten heads and placed them on the ground.

"Oh, ten heads? The martial arts are good." The warrior heard Zhao Hu's words, then put down the book and looked at the head on the ground. While saying this, he also pointed the book at the head on the ground.

Then Zhao Hu saw the samurai's book emit a ray of light and "shooting" towards the head level on the ground. Then the ten head level showed a trace of red light. The warrior nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it is indeed the head level of the enemy peasant soldiers."

Zhao Hu was already stunned. Even with his eyesight, he could not see how the book shone out, nor could he see that the ten heads were "haired" and that the red light would be emitted.

It is also impossible to understand that the light emitted by the book can actually distinguish the identities of enemies and friends of these heads. How did this be done? Does it record the information of all the populations in this world? Otherwise, how can we explain and distinguish these heads who cannot speak, and the same race as their identities during their lifetime? In short, Zhao Hu opened his mouth and expressed a very surprised expression to the strange power of this world.

The warrior didn't care about Zhao Hu's dazed, and raised the book again, but this time he aimed at Zhao Hu. When the light came, Zhao Hu resisted the urge to avoid it and forced himself to accept the light and hit him.

The samurai nodded with satisfaction, took out the pen and ink and paper, and said while writing: "Okay, don't be stunned. Detection of merit and identification of enemies and me are the powers that warriors should have. If you want to have such power, try to establish merit for your lord. After you have the qualification to lead alone, you can naturally learn it. Now, you, the future little samurai, should concentrate on learning the skills of killing enemies. Then, you can use this merit confirmation document to find your lord and let your lord determine your reward." As he said that, he handed over the paper that had not yet dried the pen and ink.

"Thank you!" Zhao Hu took the paper with respectfully while remembering the word "power", and at the same time, his heart was shocked: "Awesome! I didn't expect that the warriors in such a world still have such power, and they can easily determine the authenticity of their merits and the identity of the visitor!"

Zhao Hu, full of joy, bowed and said with a retreat. Under the guidance of a warrior, he went forward to pay homage to his lord of the Ling family who didn't know his name.

On the way, Zhao Hu naturally stuffed a few rice balls and a few copper plates to the soldiers leading the way. The soldiers who had been flirting with their faces immediately smiled. Although they were just a few rice balls and copper coins, they could really make the soldiers with envy, jealousy and hatred friendly.

"Brother. I am a country bumpkin, and I don't have much knowledge. What do you call the two warriors fighting in the field?" Zhao Hu asked with a familiar look.

The warrior not only became friendly, but also became respectful, because he knew that Zhao Hu had won 10 heads and would definitely become a two-stone warrior. If it happened to match the lord's wishes, it would be impossible for the ten-stone warrior.

So the soldier hurriedly smiled and said, "I dare not call him this, except those nobles. How many of them are not from rural bullies? The two warriors fighting on the scene are Lord Tian Kuo, the first martial artist of my Ling family, and the one wearing red armor. The one wearing black armor is Lord Qiao Sheng of the Qiao family. He is also the first martial artist of the Qiao family."

"So they are these two adults. By the way, what do you call me brother?" Zhao Hu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This warrior is good at speaking and speaks in a very organized manner.

"Sir, please call me Zhang Sanlang, the youngest one is from the Shimachi town of Lingwu City." The warrior said respectfully.

Zhao Hu was a little surprised. He was born in the city and had more knowledge than those who stayed in the countryside. It was not surprising that he was eloquent. So he just nodded and changed the topic: "Why are my family and the Qiao family's military formations looking so good to watch the fun?" Zhao Hu asked with his eyes blinking.

"Haha, sir. That's because this battle happened to encounter thick fog weather. Under such circumstances, the losses in the field battle would be very heavy. Moreover, our Ling family and Qiao family did not have other enemies. Therefore, after the main formations of the two sides collided, the heads of the family made an appointment to make a bet, which was two wins in three games. The winners gained control of Yanshan Township, including this land covered by thick fog. "The war soldiers are worthy of being a regular soldier. They are worthy of being the direct descendant of the head of the family, and they told Zhao Hu clearly.

"I'll bet on the home of a village with two wins in three games?" Zhao Hu was a little stunned. Is this a bit of a play? But looking at the situation where the thick fog is still covered with a thousand meters away, there should be no way to fight like this. It's just that what's the use of winning the land covered with a thick fog? It's not that 'fat' and fertile' on the ground.

"The food in Yanshan Township is not abundant, but it has necessary stones such as building cities and ports. It also produces a kind of pen and inkstone, which is sold to the specialties of high-ranking officials and nobles in Kyoto, so the economic benefits are very good.

Although this thick fog area is often covered with thick fog and cannot be planted or lived in, it blocks the border between my Ling family and Qiao family. This fog area is under the control of whoever is in control, which is a great threat to the other family, because there is no longer a need to fight in this thick fog. Therefore, this gambling battle can be said to be a major juncture for the prosperity of the family, and it is very, very important."

The warrior said, not knowing where this guy knew so much inside story. It was probably because he was the identity of his direct descendants to find out so much.

However, no one of the soldiers in the past year is so interested in inquiring so much information. Zhao Hu immediately looked at the soldiers with a cross-eye view and had the potential to be a spy. However, Zhao Hu sighed: "It is indeed worth paying attention to. I believe that the warriors of our Ling family are eager to try. After all, as long as you win two games in three games, you can get great merits."

"Three battles, the first one was a battle between the first martial arts, the second was a battle between the warriors below 100 stones, and the third was a battle between the warriors. Unfortunately, there were no warriors below 100 stones and the warriors in our Ling family, but there were several famous figures in the county, so this battle, my family was a bit dangerous." Zhang Sanlang said in a low voice with a bitter face.

"Dangwu? That, I heard that most of the strength of warriors should come from various powers, right? Is it related to bravery?" Zhao Hu pretended to be vague and evaluating the information.

Zhang Sanlang knew that Zhao Hu was from the countryside, and at the same time, he knew that he was a peasant soldier before. It was normal for him to be unaware of these situations, so he sighed while a little complacent: "There is no way. First of all, only samurai are qualified to study, and every time he studies, he has to spend a lot of money.

If you save a salary of 100 stones, you can save a frugal life for a few years, but you can only learn the lowest level of samurai power with one sword. If you want to "force" a little, you don't have a thousand stone territory. If you save frugality, you don't think about it at all.

I believe you know the situation of our Ling family. There are only a few warriors below 100 stone, and those are all older, let alone the soldiers below. So you can only rely on bravery and brute force to fight, and the result can be imagined."

"Where can I learn this power?" Zhao Hu asked immediately. But he was glad that the warrior he had attacked for him had no power, otherwise he would not have the chance to kill the other party with a bamboo gun.

"The teachings of Taoism or experts are not clear about the specifics of small things. After all, the small ones are not warriors. However, it is said that experts see the relationship between learners and teachers. You can learn even if you don't spend money on your relationship, but you can't guarantee that you can learn them. Moreover, the types of power can only depend on how many experts who teach themselves have, and they can only learn lower-level power. Those who want to learn advanced can only find more advanced experts to learn.

Only the Taoist temple can learn comprehensive power, but the tuition fee of the Taoist temple varies according to the power and the level of the level, and it cannot be reduced! But it is guaranteed that as long as you have enough tribute, you must be able to learn it." Zhang Sanlang sold his own experience.

Zhao Hu remained silent. This is a unique world! And now he has only seen the power of warriors and looked at the military formations and equipment of the two families. Obviously, the Ling family and the Qiao family are just locals in this world. They must have even more awesome family skills in the hands of those awesome families. But what is the matter with Taoist temples that guarantee that they must learn power? Logically speaking, there is no guarantee that they must learn, especially this kind of learning of the use of power.

"Sir, be more respectful later. The lord likes the respect of the people below to him. Maybe it will increase your rewards." Zhang Sanlang reminded in a low voice.

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