Before they set off, Lü Shu bent down to take a look. Li Heitan was clinging to the bottom of the carriage, planning to follow them secretly. In the end, Lü Shu pulled him down.
Lü Shu said earnestly, "I'll go scout ahead. When I'm sure there's no problem, I'll call a group of you over. You guys stay at home and cultivate. If you're strong enough, you might be of help when the time comes."
Li Heitan nodded hurriedly. As long as the king promised to call them over, it was fine!
When Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu went to meet up with the caravan, the caravan did not think much of it. There were many nobles who hitched a ride with them, so they just had to pay the price. The caravan was responsible for their meals and daily lodging.
When the caravan saw Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu, they did not think much of it. Firstly, they had never seen them before. Secondly, they did not expect the Lord of Nangeng City to come out at this time. Moreover, Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu did not look like the Lord of Nangeng City …
The one driving the carriage was a bishop. Nowadays, first-rank bishops had become the most powerful labor force for Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu. Bishops were used to drive the carriage and stand guard. After all, the caravan often slept in the wild at night. When they slept, there was no one awake beside them. Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu had not advanced to first-rank, so they did not have the ability to be vigilant when being stared at.
The people in the caravan did not deliberately talk to Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu. In their eyes, they were just doing business. The caravan only needed to bring Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu to King City. As for the identities of Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu, it was not important. It had nothing to do with them.
In the eyes of the caravan, there was no need for them to bring experts. The people they needed to bring were those who were afraid of bandits. Would experts be afraid of bandits?
In fact, the leader of the caravan probably didn't think that the people he was carrying this time were bandits … and the most famous bandit leaders in Lü Zhou …
Before Lü Shu joined the caravan, he knew that the highest level in the caravan was only a level two, so the threat from the caravan was almost negligible. After all, Jia Sanyi, Anthony, and the bishop were all level one now.
Even though there were many rich and powerful families in Lü Zhou, there weren't many of them who were escorted by three first rank martial artists … or rather, none at all.
There were more than 20 people in the caravan who had paid to travel with them, but none of them had traveled as far as Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu. However, the caravan would continue to take in such 'passengers' along the way, so there would be more people coming in.
During the day, Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu would stay in the carriage. Lü Xiaoyu would sit next to the bishop, his legs dangling outside the carriage in boredom. On the other hand, Lü Shu would sit in the carriage to practice his swordsmanship.
He was seen sitting cross-legged in the carriage with his eyes closed, a newly broken branch on his knees. Just like before, the branches and leaves on the branch were still there.
Nowadays, Lü Shu didn't seem to need to move when he practiced his swordsmanship. The sword will hidden in his heart was ready to come out. Occasionally, the branch on his knees would buzz and tremble, but the branch was always safe and sound.
At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was constantly gathering in his body, strengthening his muscles, bones, and flesh.
If there were people from Jianlu around, they would be surprised. Even in Jianlu, no one could give up external swordsmanship cultivation before reaching level one and directly cultivate the sword will in their heart.
Lü Xiaoyu dangled his legs outside, listening to the discussion of the people in the caravan. If the caravan progressed smoothly, they would be able to witness the grand occasion of the Jianlu Selection in King City.
The leader of the caravan said with a smile. Every year, the Jianlu Selection was a grand event, and it was even livelier than the New Year and other festivals. The disciples of Jianlu were all spectacular, and small cultivators like them finally had the chance to properly observe the demeanor of a great cultivator.
The disciples of Jianlu from other places would also rush back. Many places were at war, but the commanders of the Jianlu disciples would all stop fighting at this time. Even the enemies on the battlefield would now call each other brothers in Jianlu.
Wars were fought for benefits, but the amazing thing was that wars of life and death could not break the friendship between the disciples of Jianlu.
Hearing this, Lü Xiaoyu pursed his lips. "How can there be such an ideal place?"
However, this was overheard by someone else. He smiled and said, "Young lady, you are also going to King City. When you get there, you will understand that Jianlu is a magical place."
Lü Xiaoyu pursed his lips again. According to what these people said, Jianlu did not fight for any benefits. The survival of the sect depended on the disciples' voluntary offerings. Moreover, Jianlu also prohibited people from deifying the master of Jianlu. It was as if Jianlu was something that had been casually created. Other than helping the Divine King to fight wars, it had no intention of doing anything else.
Only a lunatic would do something like this. This was what Lü Xiaoyu thought.
However, when these people were discussing Jianlu, Lü Xiaoyu thought about how Lü Shu was about to become a disciple of Jianlu. Then, when he heard how powerful and glorious it was to be a disciple of Jianlu, he suddenly became happy.
Logically speaking, with Lü Shu's current status, Lü Xiaoyu did not care whether he could become a disciple of Jianlu or not. However, she was happy.
Moreover, in her mind, if Lü Shu wanted to become a disciple of Jianlu, then he would definitely be able to do so.
The merchants liked to refer to their guests as employers to show respect. At this time, suddenly, one of the 'employers' in the caravan asked curiously, "Your caravan has traveled all over the world and should have brought many people with you. Is there anything new that you have encountered?"
"Haha." The leader of the caravan said, "Of course there is. Three years ago, there was a nobleman from the east who arrogantly said that he had received a recommendation letter and was going to participate in the Jianlu selection. We flattered him along the way, but what happened in the end? As soon as he arrived at the capital, he was so scared that he begged us to bring him home. Haha, is the Jianlu selection open to anyone? "
"Then are the goods that you usually transport valuable?" the middle-aged employer asked with a smile.
"Not worth much." The leader suddenly became low-key. "What we do is buy and sell. How much can we earn?"
The leader knew that one should not flaunt one's wealth. However, as the former head butler of Nangeng City, Lü Xiaoyu naturally knew that this caravan was very powerful. The number of goods they purchased was among the top five among all the caravans. Even the Song Clan did not buy as much as they did.
Lü Xiaoyu was angry when he recalled the time when he handed over the accounts to Zhang Weiyu and the others. Why were these men so bad at math? They could not even understand a simple calculation!
At this time, someone suddenly asked Xiaoyu, "Young lady, are you going to the capital? Why, are you going to the main family? "
The leader suddenly asked curiously, "Are you going to participate in the Jianlu selection?"
Hmm, the more the leader said, the more likely it seemed. It was not the first time that Wu Weijun had sold the recommendation letter to the noblemen. Currently, Wu Weijun was stationed in Nangeng City. The two of them were also from Nangeng City.
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