The guy on the ground raised his head and looked at Zhao Cheng.
I saw that this man was also in his thirties, with a thin face, a mustache, and a look of panic in his eyes.
He was the first to speak: "This is clearly a military book. What is recorded in it is the way to arrange the formation of heavenly soldiers, as well as the art of sowing beans to form an army. As for the words "ploughing fields", it refers to those who practice this military book. A field of blessing is opened up within the body, similar to a farmer plowing a field, so one can spread beans and become an army."
Zhao Cheng flipped through the pages of the book and felt that this mustache was quite capable of deception. He actually deceived an agricultural book into a book of heavenly weapons. It was really powerful.
The mustache saw Zhao Cheng flipping through the book, and was afraid of interrupting him, so he hurriedly said: "I think you don't know much about reading, otherwise how could you mistake it for a farming book? Any language in this book that involves farming is... I’m talking about cultivating the field of blessing within my body.”
"You should stop arguing and admit your mistake. I think you are young and ignorant, and it was not intentional. Maybe the boss can spare your life!"
After finishing the eight-character nonsense, his face showed a look of interest. The reason why he said it in a hurry was to explain it first, and then no matter how many words about farming appeared in the book, he could cover it up with this set of words.
I have to say that this guy is a bit quick-witted, but it's a pity that he met Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng had no intention of being polite to such a person. If it weren't for the mustache, these bandits might not have gone down the mountain to rob people, and he might have returned to Qinghe County.
Zhao Cheng casually opened one of the pages, handed it to the mustache opposite and said, "Read the contents of this page again."
The mustache blinked, and there was nothing wrong with reading the content once, but if he read the page according to the truth, it would be easy to hear the flaws. So while he was reading, he changed a few lines of words and mixed in some of his arrangements. Content.
The mustache felt that the boss was illiterate anyway, and none of the people on the top of the mountain was literate. Now the only two literate people had their own opinions. As long as he was more clever, it would be difficult to figure it out.
Zhao Cheng waited for him to finish reading and said, "Since you have finished reading, you must recognize these words."
The mustache nodded: "That's natural. I recognize all these words."
Zhao Chengdao: "Then please read it again."
The mustache was stunned, thinking that this boy looked so young, but he was so difficult to deal with. I can probably remember the content he compiled just now, but the specific words he used and which lines he changed are already a bit blurry.
But now, he is already riding a tiger, and if he can't come up with this lie, the boss can crush him to death.
The mustache licked his lips, calmed his breathing, and vaguely said it again based on his own memory. There may be a few differences from what he said the first time, but who can prove it?
Since this page has less content, I read it quickly.
Zhao Cheng added: "I don't remember it very clearly. Can you please read it again?"
The mustache has been arranged twice in a row, and the third time he has gained experience, and the arrangement is smoother and faster. He thought smugly, this kid actually wanted to use this method to deal with me, but it was a pity that he had the wrong idea. .
The time between this third time and the second time was even shorter. The mustache had already memorized it, so he arranged it again with ease, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the second time.
Zhao Cheng smiled and said, "I don't believe you can read it. Please read it again."
The mustachioed man laughed wildly and said: "Read it a hundred times again, it also has the same content!"
Sure enough, Mustache read it again at a very fast speed, perfect!
Now even the boss's expression began to look different. The mustache had already initially gained the boss's trust with his perfect repetition.
Zhao Chengsheng was afraid that the Eight-Character Hu was not dead enough, so he took a look at the branch representing time in the fire pit. There was still a short branch left, which should be enough to read it once, so he asked the Eight-Character Hu to repeat it again.
The mustache pretended to be angry and said: "You kid is so clueless. Now that I have proven that this book is the Book of Heavenly Weapons, do you still want to fight to the death? Give up quickly and you can still save your life!"
Zhao Cheng said unhurriedly: "Anyway, there is still time, so I just want you to read it again. Can you reread it?"
The mustache laughed angrily and said, "Okay, I'll read it again, but this will be the last time." He glanced at the headmaster sitting aside.
The headmaster rolled his eyes: "You don't have to look at me, I'm just waiting for the branch to burn out to get the final result."
Now it seems that it is obvious that the mustache has the upper hand. First of all, he has forcibly linked all the vocabulary about fields, acres, watering, etc. to cultivation. If you use these to ask him to explain, I am afraid that the mustache will blow out flowers. Come.
Therefore, Zhao Cheng could only use the rules to continuously make the mustache reread the same text to strengthen his thinking, and then deliver the fatal blow.
The mustache also noticed that Zhao Cheng frequently glanced at the branch used for timing, so he deliberately slowed down and reread the page of text slowly and leisurely. Of course, he still added a lot of things he had compiled.
Moreover, Mustachio held the book tightly and made up his mind not to return it to Zhao Cheng. As long as the last bit of time was spent, Zhao Cheng, who could not get the book, would naturally not be able to ask questions, so the final The winner is obviously the mustache.
Zhao Cheng did not grab the book. He just pointed at the page he had just read, and said: "If you didn't arrange it randomly, please read the page backwards. If you get stuck, it means you are." I'm making it up."
The mustache was stunned. He could read it backwards, but he couldn't read the content he made up. In an instant, the mustache turned pale.
Zhao Cheng patted the dust on his hands and said to the boss: "Nothing else, I'm going to eat."
The headmaster smiled evilly and shouted out the door: "Little Shitou, take him to eat and keep him satisfied!"
Zhao Cheng didn't look at the mustache again and followed the hunter named Xiao Shitou to have breakfast.
Breakfast was a large bowl of multigrain porridge, which included wild vegetables and porridge. These grains and wild vegetables were mixed together and boiled in a large pot. Xiao Shitou handed Zhao Cheng a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and then served him. A big bowl full of porridge.
Zhao Cheng sat next to the porridge pot and slowly ate the porridge.
In his memory, Zhou Rushuang cooked this kind of thing every day in the ruined temple at the entrance of Zhoujia Village in Qinghe County.
Almost half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, but there is still no news from her.
He had just finished the porridge in his bowl and was still immersed in the longing for Zhou Rushuang. A spoonful of porridge was poured into his bowl, which immediately brought Zhao Cheng's thoughts back to reality.
"I can't eat anymore!" Zhao Cheng looked at the little stone.
Xiao Shitou replied coldly: "If you dare to kill me, I won't kill you!"
