When the old man saw Ouyang, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. He walked quickly to him, looked at him carefully, and said, "Young man, who made your clothes?"

"Eh?" Ouyang was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"This old man is called 'Chang Sangjun' and he is a very powerful person. My sheep got sick and he helped to cure them~"

Zhao Zhen drove the sheep into a shed next to the fence, closed the door, and walked over to introduce it to Ouyang.

"I've met Senior Chang Sangjun." Ouyang saluted nondescriptly, and then explained, "I bought this dress in a store, and I don't know who made it."

"Young man, can you give me these clothes?" He stared at Ouyang's pockets and said in an excited tone, "With so many pockets, I think I can cultivate a few more herbs.

Already."

What kind of herb is so exotic that it must be cultivated on the body...

"If you don't change, this is what I use to hide my shame. This is the only thing I have on my body. If I give it to you, I won't have anything to wear."

"I can give you my clothes." Chang Sangjun asked tentatively.

"No." Ouyang showed a look of disgust without concealing it, "Your clothes are in tatters, but they are not as good as my clothes. They are breathable and warm. They are very comfortable to wear and look good."

"Uh..." Chang Sangjun was stunned for a moment. He looked at his sloppy self and then at the neat and tidy Ouyang, and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.

Was he really too sloppy? Chang Sangjun suddenly began to dislike himself.

"Chang Sang, Ouyang's clothes are no worse than these herbs on your body." "Qing Niu" said, stroking his long beard, "If you take out your Shennong Powder, maybe you can change it."

Chang Sangjun's eyes widened and he retorted: "The preparation of Shennong Powder is extremely rare. Do you think you can get it all if you want it?!"

"No rush, no rush, Ouyang will live in Shennong Stream for a while, waiting for you to slowly match him, hahahaha!" The old man laughed wantonly, with an extremely arrogant expression.

"You bad old man, your whole body feels numb when you smile. It's really uncomfortable. Why do I feel like I'm being eaten by you?"

Chang Sangjun frowned, shook his clothes, and caused the herbs on his body to shake, shaking, which was very interesting.

"Because clothes are useful to you, but Shennong Powder is useless to you."

After "Qing Niu" finished speaking, he stopped talking to Chang Sangjun. Chang Sang Jun also ignored a few people and turned around to prepare his herbs again. While doing so, he muttered as if he was weighing what "Qing Niu" said.

if.

Leading Ouyang into the fence, "Qingniu" said: "Chang Sangjun, despite his slovenly appearance, is actually quite capable. He grew all the herbs outside the fence. He can

Prevent wild beasts. If there are jackals, tigers, leopards, insects, ants, poisonous snakes, etc., they will automatically flee when they smell the smell of herbs."

"But when I was in the forest before, I didn't encounter any jackals, tigers or leopards?" Ouyang was a little surprised.

"Partly because of the white ape."

"Qing Niu" explained, and casually lifted up a large water tank filled with water, which made Ouyang feel frightened.

Is the old man's physical strength similar to his own? No, such a heavy water tank requires at least three times the strength of an ordinary person to lift it so easily.

Maybe it's some kind of transport skill?

"Be more conscious!"

He frowned and glared at the white ape. The white ape immediately squatted down obediently and made a gesture of holding the sky with both hands.

"Green Ox" put the water tank on the head of the white ape, let it hold the water tank, and said to it: "Squat down until I call you to eat."

Bai Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Ouyang was amazed when he saw it: this was the first time he had seen such an intelligent animal that could understand human language.

"Qingniu" finished cleaning up the white ape, turned around and walked with Ouyang and said: "I met this white ape when I was wandering around Bashu. I saw that he was smart and took him in as a boy. He can be cared for when he is away from home."

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"Such a smart white ape is almost becoming a spirit, right?" Ouyang couldn't help complaining.

The old man nodded: "This white ape is really smart. When I occasionally dance with the sword, it learns everything after just watching it for a few times. It has a lot of agility and agility in its hands that no one can.

Exquisite and worthy of everyone’s praise.”

"So powerful." Ouyang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did he strangle all the jackals, tigers and leopards around him?"

"That's exactly it." "Green Bull" sighed softly and explained, "It is an animal by nature. It does everything according to its heart. It also doesn't know morality, etiquette and shame, and cannot cultivate its mind. Although it has improved its ability by learning swordsmanship,

But it also increases its anger. Before the heart is cultivated, this anger will be vented, and all the wolves, tigers and leopards in the forest will be chopped off by the green branches in its hands."

"Swords are inherently murderous weapons, and swordsmanship is also the art of killing. This beast doesn't cultivate his true nature, but only learns the art of killing. If he doesn't go crazy, he's already pretty good."

An old man who looked sixty or seventy years old walked out of another house.

The old man was wearing linen clothes, with a resolute face, and deep wrinkles between his eyebrows. He walked towards him, and he had an iron-clad spirit that ordinary people could not resist, which was quite shocking.

"Sun Wu has met my little friend."

Before Ouyang could speak, the other party had already taken the initiative to say hello.

Sun Wu? Which Sun Wu? It can't be the Sun Wu who wrote "The Art of War", right?

It is said that Sun Wu was disheartened by the state of Wu because of Wu Zixu's death, so he lived in seclusion again. Could it be him?

The first defeat of the Wu State was because King Wu Fu Chai went to the Central Plains to compete with others for the leadership of the alliance, but was stolen by the King of Yue.

Then within two years, Wu Zixu was falsely accused and died.

What happened next was even simpler. Wu was defeated again and again until it was destroyed.

So for this time period, it is really possible that Sun Wu is the one who lives in seclusion.

"Ouyang, a late student, I have met the old gentleman." Ouyang immediately responded with a salute. Of course, it was still not very standard.

Then he lost his temper and asked curiously: "Are you Sun Wu, the grandson who wrote the military book and almost destroyed Chu?"

Sun Wu was stunned for a moment and nodded: "It's exactly me. I didn't expect that someone would read my work and hear about my reputation."

"The old gentleman is a great talent, and the books he wrote are exquisite and can be called military classics." Ouyang bowed respectfully again.

Sun Wu, the legendary military sage, appeared in front of us as a living person!

Sun Wu, who can be called the sage of military strategists, did not just write a book called "Sun Tzu's Art of War".

He is not Zhao Kuo, he is not just a theoretical person, he used his actual achievements to leave a great reputation in history.

At the beginning of the Wu-Chu War, Sun Wu commanded the Wu army and led a division of 30,000 troops.

He attacked from far away, penetrated into the great country, fought five battles and won five victories, and went straight to the capital of Chu, creating a miracle in Chinese military history of defeating more with less. This is also the most famous battle of Baiju.

In this battle, if the national power of Wu State was not able to carry Chu State's vast territory, otherwise Wu State could even directly destroy Chu State with this battle alone.

He had visited Sun Wu's hometown in Suzhou before, but after more than two thousand years of vicissitudes of life, who knows what it was like before.

I didn’t expect to actually see it!

"Oh? Hahaha... I didn't expect you to think so highly of my book." Sun Wu smiled and said, "But the real talent is probably the old gentleman next to you."

"Is Grandpa Qingniu a famous Taoist?" Ouyang looked at the old man beside him with confusion.

Sun Wu glanced at "Qing Niu" and saw that he did not stop him, so he said, "He himself is the ancestor of Taoism, Li Er, Lao Dan, and the world calls him 'Lao Tzu'."

"WTF?!" Ouyang was startled, his hairs stood on end, and he looked at "Green Bull" in horror.

"It's me." Li Er was not polite and nodded in agreement.

Ouyang was completely messed up.

Is there any mistake? Is he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, still alive?!

He wasn't very familiar with history, but he always felt that the story of "riding a green ox out of Han Valley and leaving behind five thousand words of morality" should at least be around the same time as the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, right?

I'm like a god, and I'm still alive?!

And it also appears at the same time as "Yue Nu Sword", Sun Wu?

Am I mistaken? This is too exaggerated.

This sense of unreality made him quite uncomfortable.

"Ahem...excuse me, how old are you, Grandpa Qingniu?"

"There are two in a hundred years." Li Er said with a smile.

One hundred and two years old? Although it is indeed a long life, it is not too exaggerated.

"Grandpa Sun Wu, this is the long stick used by Ouyang."

While Ouyang was still in a mess in the wind, Zhao Zhen came up and handed Sun Wu a tactical stick and said: "Grandpa Qingniu said that this stick coincides with the art of war, which is very powerful."

"Oh?" As soon as the art of war was mentioned, Sun Wu became more interested, took the long stick and began to ponder it.

At this time, another "young" old man who was over fifty years old came over quietly and stretched out his head to watch Sun Wu playing with his tactical stick.

"It is indeed extremely exquisite. If a team of a thousand people holds this stick and takes a roundabout attack on the enemy's logistics on the mountain and forest roads, it will indeed be a surprise force."

Sun Wu nodded, made a rather pertinent comment, and then returned the tactical stick to Zhao Zhen: "It's just that this long stick is expensive to make and difficult to cast."

"Is this black iron?" Before Ouyang could speak, the "young" old man suddenly asked.

"Uh... I don't know." Ouyang touched his nose awkwardly.

"When my master was still alive, he mentioned that when forging steel, he would wipe the sword body with black charcoal. The resulting sword would be completely black, which would prevent the long sword from rotting. It's a pity that he passed away before the long sword was completed."

"Young," the old man said, regretfully reaching out his hand to stroke his mustache.

Only then did Ouyang discover that the other party only had three fingers - thumb, ring finger, and little finger. The index finger and middle finger seemed to have been cut off.
Chapter completed!