Yuqing City, Mawang Village.

When they woke up early in the morning, Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan hurriedly walked out of their respective homes and met outside.

"What's going on? It's already been more than fifteen days. Why hasn't His Highness King Zhao come back with Head Murong?"

Qin Xingyun frowned and looked at Zheng Yuanshan and asked.

Zheng Yuanshan naturally felt very strange. He shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know either. His Highness King Zhao made a promise when he left. He will definitely come back within fifteen days at most. But why has it not happened until now?"

Haven’t come back yet?”

The two of them had already made plans to follow Zhao Rui to leave the Maurya Dynasty and go to Dashan, where they would enjoy endless luxury and food.

The two of them never thought that Zhao Rui would be in big trouble at this time. Not to mention returning to Mawang Village on time, his life might even be involved.

The news of the eight sects joining forces to attack the Tianquan sect, which caused a sensation in the world, has not spread to Mawang Village until now.

Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan did not know about this matter, and it was reasonable for them to be so.

Mawang Village on this day was no different from the past. Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan went to the village for a walk after dinner.

I heard that the old gentleman who was the storyteller will come again to tell the villagers of Mawang Village about the death of Ashoka.

Qin Xingyun and Zheng Yuanshan had already learned the truth about this matter from Zhao Rui before, and they were very excited at that time.

Although Ashoka's death was already familiar to them, the storyteller was very good at telling stories, so the two of them didn't mind hearing it again.

In fact, most ordinary people would not know that the people of the Maurya Dynasty had already hated King Asoka deeply.

If we look at it from a business perspective, if the storyteller comes back to Mawang Village to tell stories, he will definitely be able to make a lot of money from the death of Ashoka.

The villagers of Mawang Village moved out their benches and mats one after another and gathered at the entrance of the village, waiting for the arrival of the old storyteller.

More than half an hour later, the storyteller arrived.

After decorating it under the big locust tree, the storyteller arranged the table, slapped the gavel in his hand on the table, and said decisively: "You must have been waiting for this good show for a long time!"

"Today I am here to tell you, the name is the death of King Asoka!"

After the old gentleman said these five words: Death of King Ashoka, he slapped the gavel in his hand hard on the table.

There was only a loud "pop" sound, and a crack suddenly appeared on the table.

The people clapped their palms together and shouted: "Okay! It's really great. It has been more than two months. We have been waiting for this good show for too long!"

The cheers of the villagers were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and along with the clear breeze, they surrounded Mawang Village endlessly.

The old gentleman looked around among the crowd and suddenly saw two familiar figures.

He recognized at a glance that these were the two villagers who invited him to have a drink in the tavern that day, and vaguely remembered their names.

One is named Qin Xingyun and the other is named Zheng Yuanshan.
Chapter completed!