Xu Quan looked at the face carefully.
He stared at him for so long that outsiders might have actually thought that he had taken a fancy to this handsome young slave and wanted to take him for himself.
"She looks quite special." Xu Quan said.
The salt merchant flattered, "It is indeed top quality."
If he wasn't afraid of being beaten, he would have wanted to learn from the madam and introduce the slave boy well. He just patted his chest and told Xu Quan that he had good taste in choosing this slave boy. Although he restrained himself, the greasiness on the surface still showed through the small eyes squeezed into a line by the fat. Xu Quan didn't know what grease was, but he did feel sick when he saw it.
He waved his hand impatiently.
The dashing female general on horseback raised her chin.
"I'm asking you, what's your name?"
The slave boy pursed his thin lips, looking stubborn and unwilling to speak easily, so the salt merchant pinched him secretly.
Provoking a murderous look from the slave boy.
Xu Quan asked again: "What's your name?"
Finally, the young slave spoke, his voice harsh and hoarse: "Little, little one has no name..."
The salt merchant tried to smooth things over with a flattering smile: "General, slaves are usually like this, no one wants them without a name or a name. Hehe, if you like it, how about giving him a name?"
When the young slave heard this, his eyes, which had been as calm as a well, seemed to ripple slightly. Xu Quan naturally didn't have the leisure to do this. He just asked casually, what does it have to do with him whether the slave has a name or not? However, his curiosity still had to be satisfied.
"Is your hair natural or acquired?"
Although purple is criticized as a foreign color, it is also an extremely noble color and is always associated with something. Xu Quan was also greedy for natural purple hair, and such beautiful purple hair. If it was acquired later, he would have to ask for the secret method to dye it himself.
Think about that scene—
Her purple hair was braided into the same pigtails as her idol.
Standing in the crowd, he is the most handsome guy.
The focus of the crowd, the center of everyone's attention!
The salt merchant was choked by this question.
That’s all after all this
The slave boy's color is not as good as purple hair
Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste of resources!
The young slave was slightly surprised, as if he had not expected Xu Quan to ask this. He said, "General, it is the day after tomorrow."
Salt Merchant: “…???”
Fake
When Xu Quan heard this, he thought there was hope!
He pointed the whip at the young slave and pursed his lips, signaling his confidant to pack up this big treasure and take it away! Xu Quan returned with a full load, and his face was filled with joy. Only Jiang Sheng would look at the silent young man from time to time...
Xu Quan asked curiously, "Sir, do you want purple hair too?"
My aesthetic is consistent with his.
Jiang Sheng didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "I don't like it."
Xu Quan nodded: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it. This person has a secret hair dyeing technique. There must be more than one color, purple. You can pick the one you like. Speaking of which, I envy Chu Gongcao's gray hair. I can see it at a glance in the crowd."
Jiang Sheng: "His is old."
What a weird aesthetic this kid has.
He added: "I like it very much now."
Xu Quan was puzzled: "Why is the gentleman looking at him?"
"He's just a slave, but he looks too good." Jiang Sheng always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't figure out why. There was no fluctuation of the energy of heaven and earth on the young man's body, which meant that he was neither a scholar nor a warrior.
Without the protection of literary or martial energy, he can still maintain such a good condition after staying in such a harsh environment as Shiwu for many years.
"Maybe she's born beautiful?" Xu Quan offered a few guesses for reference. "Or maybe her family fell into poverty?"
Jiang Sheng said: "Go back and ask Gu Wangchao."
Xu Quan muttered: "Is Gu Duyou a magic mirror?"
Jiang Sheng: “…” He felt that the taciturn Xian Yujian was more likable, and Xu Quan was too talkative.
But Jiang Sheng didn't expect Gu Chi to let him down.
"What do you mean you can't hear?"
Gu Chi: "It means that the way of the scribes is not effective."
Jiang Sheng: “…”
Gu Chi also scratched his head. In the past, the way of the literati was always successful. He could not hear any gossips and inner thoughts. As a result, he encountered some weirdos. He did not understand the reason of Gu Ren. He was on guard against Jiang Sheng that time. What about this slave boy
Jiang Sheng asked again: "Can't I use the mind-reading and spiritual power?"
Gu Chi's way of the scholar is passive and may fail, but reading minds and hearing people's words is active and may succeed.
"No way." Gu Chi shook his head and said, "This person has a very strange physique and is isolated from the energy of heaven and earth."
The ability to peek into people’s hearts and speak to their spirits is initiated by the literary energy.
The essence of literary energy is the refined energy of heaven and earth.
Gu Chi asked him, "Have you ever seen this?"
Jiang Sheng nodded: "There are similar records in the classics, but there are very few such people, and they are often confused with ordinary people... However, some words or objects can also produce the same effect. But the former requires extremely strong strength, and the latter is extremely precious."
It was difficult to satisfy one of the requirements just by being a slave. Could it be a special physical problem? Jiang Sheng frowned. For some reason, he didn't like this boy very much. He felt something was weird about him at first sight, but he couldn't tell what it was.
When I asked Gu Chi, he said he didn't feel that way.
He was quite fond of the young slave.
If it weren't for the special hair color and Jiang Sheng's attention, he wouldn't have paid any extra attention to the slave boy.
Gu Chi suggested: "Keep it or—"
The hand in the sleeve made a killing gesture.
"... Never mind. Keep it." Randomly killing innocent people would be frowned upon by the lord, but he was cautious. "Send someone to keep an eye on them. Although we can't find out the other party's bottom line by reading their minds, it doesn't mean we can't get information from them. If there are any problems—"
Jiang Sheng's intuition made it impossible for him to ignore this young man.
If there is a problem, the truth will be revealed sooner or later.
That's just right, I'll play the long game and catch the big fish.
Maybe there will be unexpected gains.
Gu Chi thought about it and said, "That's fine. Let Lingde help keep an eye on her. She seems a little impatient recently. Sending someone over may help ease her mood. The young lady is so young, and she is frightened by her unethical teacher. She stares at people's heads all day long."
Jiang Sheng: "…Isn't this too bad?"
Because Lin Feng always captured boys of similar age and cut off their heads with his own hands, this led to a very outrageous rumor circulating in the army recently -
Every once in a while, Xiao Zhubu Lin would use the heads of young boys in their prime as sacrifices late at night to absorb their yang energy for nourishment. The female soldiers became keen on cutting off heads, while the male soldiers of similar age would take a detour, fearing that they would also be sacrificed by Lin Feng.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Jiang Sheng was speechless.
The rumors were stopped after a scolding.
But in the long run—
Rumor 2.0 or 3.0 are on the way.
But Jiang Sheng also knew that Ling De would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. If he didn't kill the target he wanted to kill with his own hands, he would probably develop demonic obstacles in his mind in the long run, which would be of no benefit to his future practice.
Even if the slave boy really has problems, Jiang Sheng doesn't need to take action.
Lin Feng's skills are more sophisticated than his.
———
As the salt merchant said, the Shiwu refugees were like "whoever has milk is the mother, whoever has money is the father". Shen Tang used food to attract them, and several leaders agreed without thinking, and even thought it was a pie in the sky. They were mortal enemies with the nearby tribes and hated all the tribal residents. Even without Shen Tang's instigation, if they had the chance, they would kill the tribe and leave no one alive.
Now Shen Tang also provides "military expenditure" assistance...
Where can I find such a sucker