Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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If the young master asked him to learn, he would learn, and the young master would not harm him anyway.

After a short pause, the caravan continued to move north.

As night fell, everyone hurried to a post station.

This inn was originally engaged in caravan business, and they were not too shocked when they saw them arrive.

It's just that the guy sighed in his heart when he saw the strange team leader, presumably someone will die in the north again this year.

Year after year, there are countless people who want to run a business, but in the end, aren't there only those few who can get benefits?

Money touches people's hearts, and if someone wants to die, they can't say anything.

Zhao Mo used to live in poverty, so he didn't feel uncomfortable eating a simple dinner.

Gobbling food into his stomach to maintain his strength, he opened the book box that the young master prepared for him.

His rough hands brushed over a book of war, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The people dining in the lobby looked at his smile and couldn't help being a little surprised.

They have been with this leader for a while, and they all admire the means and force he displayed.

At the same time, they also knew that the leader was not very fond of laughing.

But now, why do you laugh like this looking at a few sour books?

All the elders looked at the book in his hands curiously, and said with a joke: "Boss, this is not a gift from a lover, why are you smiling so happily?"

The rough voice called Zhao Mo back from the flash, and after he picked up the book of war on the top, he carefully closed the box.

"Use up a cup of tea, and everyone rests where they are." His ruthless voice made everyone stunned and extinguished all their curiosity.

The night gradually deepened, and snoring sounded one after another in the lobby.

Zhao Mo was leaning in front of the warming fire raised by the store, and carefully opened the book that the young master gave him through the firelight.

When the book cover was opened, it was not words, but a huge bastard.

Under the bastard, there are four bold and unrestrained characters: "Bullshit doesn't make sense."

This word was written by Xie Zhuo, and the four words did not describe his art of war, but the words of a sour scholar invited by his father to give him lectures.

Although Xie's father disappeared all year round, he still took the child's lesson to heart.

Now that Xie Zhuo is twenty, yet a gentleman still comes to give him lectures every other day to regulate his life of wine and meat.

But the teacher who gave him the lecture was completely ignorant of the art of war, and talked for an hour about the method of burning mountains and forcing people to go against human ethics, which made Xie Zhuo angrily write these four big characters in the book.

The smile on the corners of Zhao Mo's lips became more obvious, and he brushed the four dry words with his fingertips, as if he could see the impatience in the young master's beautiful and flamboyant eyebrows.

I don't know which teacher is able to force the young master to be like this.

Sensing the shadow of the young master unconsciously appearing in his mind, Zhao Mo couldn't help pursing his lips.

He settled down and gradually put his energy into this book of war.

When the moonlight completely rose, he put down the book in his hand and fell asleep.

Day by day, Xie Zhuo was worried about Zhao Mo in the distance like an old father, and he didn't even think about drinking and having fun.

And Zhao Mo finally entered the Xiongnu after reading the last military book in the box.

At this moment, compared to that time, their caravan has nearly ten fewer people, all of which were lost due to various reasons on the road.

A loss of [-]% is also a rare good luck in the caravan.