Do you know that the price of game and fur in Xuzhou has risen very high? Why? It is because we have found all the hunters, and it is difficult to expand again. And you know that you need to practice the ability to shoot bows and archery. In this state, both sides are very relaxed. There has been debate within the Zhao brand camp. Everyone also sees Zhao Jin's emphasis on firearms. Several partners and related elders are persuading them intentionally or unintentionally. Zhao Jin has been considering how to persuade them.

Just as he was about to explain, he saw Wang Zhaojing coughing and wink at him. His friends fought side by side for so long, Zhao Jin immediately understood Wang Zhaojing's hint, there were people, and there were people behind him.

The two were practicing in the yard, and Zhao Jin turned his back to the yard gate. In this guild hall, the four guards who were entourage were not good at standing guard. The two guards at the door were eye-catching, so the door was just so open. Of course, there was no danger.

What Wang Zhaojing said so was definitely not the director and the clerk of the guild hall, but a stranger. The guards in four corners of the yard were already on guard. Someone stood up and put his hands on the hilt of the knife.

If something really wrong, Wang Zhaojing and the guards would not react so slowly. Zhao Jin tightened his back and turned around.

A tall young scholar stood in front of the yard, looking at his clothes and dressed, and was also a candidate to go to Beijing to take the exam.

The Ming Dynasty Juren was already a top scholar. He was either a gentry or a tycoon in the local area, and had plenty of food, clothing and food, and was rich and affordable. In this way, he was either healthy, thin, or weak, because he had no worries about food and drink, and lacked exercise. However, the person in front of him was different, tall and burly. Zhao Jin's first impression when he saw this person was that the other party practiced martial arts, otherwise he would not have the same temperament as Wang Zhaojing.

He should be in his twenties, but his calmness looks like a person close to forty. In addition to his outfit, he also has a dignified appearance. His face is not as fair as scholars deliberately pursue, but rather a bit red and slightly black, his beard is very thick, and he is more than three inches under his jaw, and he is very neatly clever. He is wearing a scholar's robe made of Songjiang fine cloth, and his belt is decorated with jade decorations inconspicuously. The jade looks very old and should be an old thing.

When he found that Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing were paying attention, the scholar walked forward. Zhao Jin glanced at each other's boots, which were good products made of calfskin. The reason he knew was that Wang Ziyang would often come from the grasslands and specifically said that this was a expensive product from the grasslands and border towns, which ordinary people could not afford.

When Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing looked at each other, the other was also observing them. However, at this time, Zhao and Wang were both wearing coarse cloth robes for their practice. They looked quite strange in the halls where most of them were students. There was nothing to tell about this outfit.

Wang Zhaojing spoke first, and after confirming the other party's identity as a scholar, he put away his vigilance and said with a smile: "I don't know what's more valuable?"

"There are two guests from Xuzhou, Nanzhi, who live in this place, probably two of them, right?" the young scholar asked with a smile, his voice was deep, and he was a Shanxi accent.

When Zhao Jin heard this sound, he remembered Li Ziyou from Qingjiangpu, who also came from Shanxi.

"The two are extraordinary martial arts. The ones just now were all the ways of killing battle formations. It was so thrilling to look closely." The young scholar said again.

I thought it was a curious scholar. I had seen many such people a few days ago. The scholar was a noble person in his hometown and was studying and studying things. He was particularly curious about the new and did not understand. He also asked questions. Zhao Jin didn't care much about these people, and he was too lazy to explain. But when it comes to the point, he was the only one today. Of course, Zhao Jin, Wang Zhaojing and his followers would not explain to others that they were practicing murderous martial arts.

A juren who went to Beijing to take the exam practiced martial arts and could also be seen that this was a murderous martial arts technique. Such a person is interesting, or worthy of guarding.

I haven't seen any other guild halls, but the guild halls in Shanxi are either pedantic, arrogant, or proud. What I know is nothing more than the contents of the Four Books and Five Classics, and the experiences of my hometown. When I mention other things, I have no knowledge. When I talk about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, my eyes shine, and they say that they are clichés between border towns and Liaodong. Such people are really not worth interacting with, but the ones that appeared at this time are different from those before.

The sun was about to set down on the city wall, and the afterglow of the sunset shone over, and the light was bent on this throne, reflecting his golden and glorious appearance.

Zhao Jin narrowed his eyes. He had been here for so many days and had never seen such a person. There were not many people in the guild hall. Every day, every face was familiar, but the person in front of him was very strange.

"Looking at the sight, may I ask?" Zhao Jin asked directly.

This is already very rude. With the nature of most of the guilds in this guild, when hearing these unceremonious words, their faces will change color and turn their heads and leave a lot.

However, this person was stunned for a moment, laughed and bowed, "I have been studying in the house a few days ago, and have never walked outside."

The young scholar also saw Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing's vigilance, cleared his throat and said again: "In Xia Sun Chuanting, a native of Daizhou, Shanxi, he also went to Beijing to take the exam.

"In the lower house, Wang Zhaojing came from Xuzhou, Nanzhi. This person, "Zhao Jin is not a scholar and does not have an official identity, so it is inconvenient to answer, but Wang Zhaojing smiled and answered. "This person is Zhao Jin, a good friend of mine, has other important things to do when he goes to Beijing."

Sun Chuanting nodded with a smile. He seemed to be very curious about Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing. After saying this, he narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Dare you ask who is participating in ** or both of them? I'm listening to the people in the guild hall that there should be only one."

"He is." Zhao Jin replied briefly, but Wang Zhaojing smiled. After learning about the other party's identity and informing each other of their names, he became much less alert. He felt very interesting when he heard Sun Chuanting say this.

Although Zhao Jin didn't want to pay attention, Wang Zhaojing asked with a smile: "Why do you say that, brother?"

"Brother Wang is elegant and heroic, while Brother Zhao is handsome and calm. This kind of demeanor will not be able to do without studying, so I said that." Sun Chuanting answered very seriously.

"Brother Sun has practiced martial arts?" Zhao Jin interrupted and asked before Wang Zhaojing could speak.

Sun Chuanting was stunned, then nodded and replied: "I was born in Zhenwuwei, Daizhou. Since I was a child, my family once asked someone to teach me in the border town."

This answer made Zhao Jin let go of his guard. It turned out that he was a child of the garrison office. The garrison offices in the world were all difficult. The officials and generals of the world had reached the end and could only find a way out. Some people were doing business, some worked hard, and some abandoned martial arts and followed the literature, seeking wealth and fame in the imperial examinations. There were many scholars from this type of garrison. Not to mention the Minister of the Secretariat, there were many people who entered the cabinet as a grand clerk or even the chief minister. Sun Chuanting must have waited.

"I'm going to hide it from Brother Sun. I'm from Xuzhou Wei and have been practicing martial arts so far." Zhao Jin was also very frank. He had a good impression of Sun Chuanting.

The civil and nobles are inferior to martial arts. Everyone is afraid of mentioning activities related to martial arts. They say their origins and their place names instead of military guards. They will not talk about things like practicing martial arts to outsiders. However, Sun Chuanting has nothing to hide, and can be seen from his attitude of speaking. Sun Chuanting does not think this is a shameful thing, and can be open and honest.

Zhao Jin has never seen this kind of openness and simplicity in the guild these days when he was wandering around the hall outside. This time he met it, he had a great impression.

"It's my brother who went to Beijing to take the exam. Brother, it's cold. Why should we talk outside here? Go in and talk." Wang Zhaojing smiled and said hello. After he followed Zhao Jin for a long time, he could naturally feel Zhao Jin's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

When Sun Chuanting heard Zhao Jin's self-introduction, he was stunned for a moment. Seeing Wang Zhaojing's attitude towards Zhao Jin again, this made him stunned again. Zhao said that he was practicing martial arts, but in such an occasion, if there were official positions and honors, he should say it directly, so that everyone could determine the order of etiquette to deal with.

Is it just a white warrior? Such a person is equivalent to a servant slave in front of two sons, and there is no way to compare with each other.

But looking at the attitude of the son Wang Zhaojing, he was obviously quite respectful to him. Moreover, Zhao Jin was calm and calm. Although he was not old, he had a sense of confidence in his behavior and speech. He seemed to have lived in a long time. Could it be that he was a child of a noble family? Sun Chuanting quickly denied this speculation. The noble family was humble in literature and martial arts. How could the noble family accept himself to practice martial arts and not report to leave the family.

Perhaps even the matter of practicing martial arts is false? This may have been quickly denied by Sun Chuanting. The kind of rude skills he practiced, the tall figure, and the skin color he had been exposed to the wind and sun, looked like a martial artist. In the world of Ming Dynasty, there is no possibility that he can be related to wealth except for generals.

Wang Zhaojing's excellence can be seen at a glance. Such a scholar is heroic and must have a bright future. From the outside to the inside, he must be from a noble family. Why is such a person respectful to a young warrior and not afraid of others' titles as big brothers. It's weird, and it's really weird.

Of course, Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing knew that the other party would be strange, which was also normal. However, they did not expect that Sun Chuanting, who came from Zhenwuwei, Daizhou, Shanxi, was just stunned for a moment, and then walked into the house with a smile. This made Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing look at each other in surprise. The Sun Juren's qi cultivation skills were really good. If someone else had any contempt or shock on his face, most of them would stop moving forward. This person was calm and composed.

"I've been reviewing my homework all the time. As the big exam is approaching, it's not good to be so stuffy. I'm going out for a walk, but I don't want to..."

Perhaps because they need to relax before the big test, Sun Chuanting is quite talkative, and because Zhao Jin and Wang Zhaojing are not from Shanxi, they may not be involved in the hometown, but Shanxi and Nanzhili provinces are not adjacent, so they have less scruples when speaking.
Chapter completed!