“That’s right.”

Zhao Yu smiled and bowed.

When the man heard this, he couldn't help but say, "Isn't my home from Hanzhong? Isn't my accent? Is it a person from Central Plains?"

Zhao Yu laughed. He has been in Yanzhou for three or four years and has been unconsciously affected by the environment, such as his tone and accent.

He nodded: "No, right. My husband and I came from Yanzhou and traveled all the way. We plan to stay here for a while."

He said again: "You can hear the accent of Zhongyuan. I guess you have been to Zhongyuan?"

The man looked strange. The man in front of him seemed gentle and kind, but he had traveled thousands of miles apart by a couple, and he looked relaxed and he must not be a simple character.

"In Xiahuliu, hunters in Hujia Village, Guwai."

Hu Liu bowed again: "Before the Yellow Turban Rebellion, there was a big soldier from Hulao Pass."

When Zhao Yu heard this, he suddenly realized: "So that's it."

In the Han military service, men must serve as soldiers after getting the crown. Generally speaking, it takes three to five years. One year of training, and then the elites are assigned to the Northern Army, each border guard, the second is the local guard, and the second is the soldiers under the county magistrate. Once the time limit is reached, they can retire. However, after retirement, they still have to report to the local county magistrate every year and train for at least one month. It is not until they are sixty years old.

This military service system was perfected during the reign of Emperor Wu, hiding soldiers from the people, and could bring up millions of troops at any time. In terms of law, every adult man had to serve and train every year after retirement, which could maintain considerable combat effectiveness.

However, as the Han family declined, no matter how powerful the system was, it gradually became deserted. During the reign of Emperor Huan, it was probably already in name only. Especially the growth of the aristocratic families destroyed this system. The aristocratic families were naturally unwilling to serve in the military, so their obstruction in open and secretly greatly weakened the Han military.

If the military service system of the Han Dynasty was not corrupt, the Yellow Turban Rebellion would probably be difficult to form a tide. Even if it was formed, it could be suppressed quickly without delaying for too long.

This Hu Liu is probably such a person. When he was in service, he was assigned to serve as a guardian in Hulao Pass.

So he has been to the Central Plains.

"My name is Zhao Yu, my husband and I want to stay here for the time being. If there is any disturbance, please forgive me, Brother Hu." Zhao Yu said with a smile.

Hu Liu shook his head quickly: "I dare not, I dare not. It is too late for sir to stay near Hujia Village. If sir has something to do, just speak up. I, Hu Lao Liu, will be absolutely fine!"

This was Zhao Yu’s first contact with Hujia Village.

Hu Liu didn't know why, but he always came every three or five days from now on, either bringing a hare or a basket of fruits and vegetables to Zhao Yu. He seemed very attentive.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but say, "They are so hospitality."

By the pond, Zhao Yu sat beside Zhao Ji and said with a smile: "You will ask for something if you give me a courtesy."

Zhao Ji blinked: "My husband is saying, will they make any requests?"

"Just wait." Zhao Yu kept it a secret.

The couple enjoy themselves here. Every day, they either go to the lonely mountain in the distance to watch the sunrise and sunset, or listen to Zhao Ji playing the piano by the pool in the valley. Such a life is quiet and leisurely, which makes people feel peaceful and extremely soothing.

In addition, Zhao Yu is also sorting out his cultivation.

I have been in this era for more than three years, and I have experienced a lot and done a lot. Every word and action is the truth. Naturally, I have quite understood it.

These are all resources for practice and little things in humanity.

Now his cultivation is getting deeper, especially the physical practice of the Tianyuan Sutra, which has made many achievements. The 365 acupoints in the Zhoutian are no longer the same as when he first created the exercises. They are much stronger and stronger. On the road to the first level of the Tianyuan Sutra, they are almost reaching their limits.

As the acupoints grow, the body becomes increasingly stronger. When he became a Taoist foundation, he could destroy a 100-meter mountain with all his strength, and now it is at least ten times stronger. Especially under the skin and flesh, among the muscles and bones, strands of wonderful lines of Tao of different colors come out from the acupoints, and gradually intertwined. When this layer is complete, his muscles, bones, blood, marrow, flesh and body will undergo a new transformation of Hunyuan Ruyi.

However, there are still not many achievements in the way of time and space. The main reason is that this path is too difficult. Apart from the increasingly deeper mana power accumulated due to time, there is no big progress. However, Zhao Yu has seen the bottleneck, and it is only a matter of time before he jumps out.

I only watched his leisure day after day, listened to the piano and watched the scenery during the day, and the piano and sang in the night, but I didn't know that he had gradually sorted out his foundation.

These days, Zhao Yu had a sudden idea and was transforming the two horses that were pulling him and Zhao Ji all the way.

In fact, it is not considered a transformation. He expanded his spiritual consciousness and understood the structure of the horse's flesh and blood body bit by bit. Compared with the difference between it and humans, he also used time and space magic power to modulate, immerse and guide. In just a few days, the two horses had become very different.

There are a lot of spirituality, and there are so many magical horses.

Originally, only two ordinary horses had become BMWs in a few days. At least not inferior to Cao Mengde's.

Half a month passed.

On that day, Zhao Yu and Zhao Ji were working on a small piece of land outside the wooden house on the side of the pool. It was probably a kind of entertainment. Both Zhao Yu and Zhao Ji thought it was pretty good. They cultivated themselves, clicked the seeds, watched the seeds grow day by day, and then weeded and watered them. There was a sense of satisfaction lingering in their hearts.

Although the vegetables on the land are still young, they are cute and delicate.

At this time, Hu Liu and several hunters walked into the valley: "Mr. Zhao is here?"

When Zhao Yu heard this, he raised his head and said, "It's Brother Hu, come in."

When Hu Liu came in, Zhao Yu saw the first thing he saw was the two children behind him. One was only eleven or twelve years old, the other was only seven or eight years old, the older one was a boy and the younger one was a girl. Hu Liu was also holding a snow-white ball of hair in his arms.

Several hunters next to him were carrying a large wild boar that had been washed and peeled.

When Hu Liuyi saw Zhao Yu, he put down the snow-white hair ball in his arms and bowed his head: "The villain has something to ask for!"

On the other hand, Zhao Ji saw the snow-white hair ball, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "What a beautiful little white cat!"

Zhao Yu laughed: "That's not a white cat."

Then he said to the surrendered Hu Liudao: "Brother Hu has something to say, there is no need to do so."
Chapter completed!