Ren Xiaosu wondered, "It's the Soong Clan, right? Didn't you say that the Soong Clan is supporting them?"
Yang Xiaojin shook her head. "No, those bandits who are supporting them with resources seem to be doing it to fight against the Soong Clan. It's also because of this that the Soong Clan can't do anything to them. Furthermore, those people are like rats that are extremely difficult to find."
Ren Xiaosu was initially confused. But when Yang Xiaojin mentioned "rats," he suddenly thought of Luo Lan for some reason.
Although there was a huge difference in their physiques, they had one thing in common, and that was that they both liked to crawl into the sewers.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu felt he could roughly guess who was supporting the bandits to disgust the Soong Clan. If it was really as he guessed, then Qing Zhen and Luo Lan were much more far-sighted than the Yang Clan.
After all, it had only been a year or two since the Yang Clan wanted to unite with the Soong Clan. Meanwhile, the bandits had been causing trouble for the Soong Clan for five or six years.
Speaking of which, if it was really Qing Zhen and Luo Lan who were behind it, then they must have been very scheming. What were they after?
Of course, Ren Xiaosu did not know the whole story behind the Kyung Clan's change in leadership, nor did he know how much time Qing Zhen had spent on it.
From the looks of it, the Soong Clan was really disgusted by them. Otherwise, they would not have sought help from the Yang Clan and Stronghold 178. After all, they were the bandits they had been supporting. If word got out that they could not control them, wouldn't they become a laughing stock?
Ren Xiaosu shared his guess with Yang Xiaojin. "I think the Kyung Clan is secretly supporting them from behind the scenes."
"It doesn't matter." Yang Xiaojin shook her head. "It doesn't have much to do with me."
"What do you think of the Yang Clan …" Ren Xiaosu hesitated for a moment and did not continue the question.
"Don't worry about anything." Yang Xiaojin said, "The Yang Clan is becoming more and more decadent, and family ties are already dispensable. Let's head in the direction of Daban Mountain. There are some small bandit dens and refugee settlements there. "
"Are you familiar with this place?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"I'm quite familiar with the periphery." Yang Xiaojin said, "I often came here in the early years."
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. "Why are we here?"
"To practice shooting," Yang Xiaojin replied.
At this time, Ren Xiaosu realized that Yang Xiaojin had been practicing her marksmanship on the bandits in the wilderness. No wonder Ren Xiaosu always felt that Yang Xiaojin was sometimes very similar to him. They were both like weeds in the wilderness.
"Do you want to learn?" Yang Xiaojin looked at Ren Xiaosu. "I'll teach you."
Ren Xiaosu raised an eyebrow. "My marksmanship is pretty good too."
"I don't know what kind of power you have, but you can actually learn other people's techniques." Yang Xiaojin said, "But you didn't learn everything, right? Your breathing technique isn't right."
Ren Xiaosu smiled. As expected of a Perfect Firearms Proficiency Master. She could tell his shortcomings at a glance. Although he could copy skills, there was still a huge gap between Advanced Firearms Proficiency and Perfect Firearms Proficiency.
He did not argue anymore. "How do you plan on teaching me?"
"Actual combat instruction," Yang Xiaojin said calmly.
Ren Xiaosu muttered softly, "I thought you'd teach me step-by-step."
"What?" As Ren Xiaosu's voice was too soft, Yang Xiaojin could not hear what he said.
Ren Xiaosu said, "It's nothing!"
Yang Xiaojin glanced at him and said, "How should I dress up so that I look more like a refugee?"
"I'm good at that. You can't wear that cap anymore." Ren Xiaosu said, "How can refugees wear caps?"
At this moment, Yang Xiaojin took off her cap without any hesitation. Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. It was rare for him to see her take off her cap.
"And then?" Yang Xiaojin asked.
"Your hair is too neat. You don't have to do too much with it. Just a little trimming will do," Ren Xiaosu said as he sized up the man. His clothes were more like it, but the details were still different from the refugees'. The refugees would always cut their own hair, so it was never neat, nor did anyone bother to take care of it.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Xiaojin take out a dagger from her sleeve and start cutting the ends of her hair without hesitation. Then she messed them up.
Yang Xiaojin's short hair originally reached her chin and was neat and tidy. But when the dagger cut it, the ends of her hair looked like they had been chewed on by a dog.
Although her hair would return to its original look in a month or two, what surprised Ren Xiaosu was that Yang Xiaojin did not care about her image at all in order to look more like a refugee.
He knew some girls in the stronghold cherished their hair as much as they cherished their lives.
Yang Xiaojin was really going all out.
Yang Xiaojin shook her head. "How about now? Do I look a little more like you?"
"Yes, I do." Ren Xiaosu held back his laughter and said, "Your face is still a little clean, and so is the lining of your clothes. But it doesn't matter. According to what you said, it'll take us another day to get to Mt. Daban. Everything will be dirty if we walk in this loess wilderness for a day."
"Alright." Yang Xiaojin nodded. "Let's come up with an excuse. Don't blow our cover if people ask about our relationship when we get to a human settlement. How … how old are you this year?"
It was only today that the two of them had asked each other a more personal question for the first time. They had never discussed this before. When they were in the Jing Mountains, they discussed what was in the mountains. When they were in Stronghold 109, they discussed the Li Consortium's technological breakthroughs. These days, they were discussing the banditry in the valley. It seemed like they had never really gotten to know each other, and neither of them seemed to care much about it.
Ren Xiaosu vaguely remembered that Yang Xiaojin was 18 years old, while he was 17. If he were to tell the truth, he would probably have to address Yang Xiaojin as "Big Sister." That would be such a loss.
Ren Xiaosu pondered it and said, "I'm 20 years old this year."
Yang Xiaojin nodded. "Mhm, I'm 21 years old this year. You can just address me as" Big Sister. "Don't let anything slip if you meet anyone."
Ren Xiaosu was speechless.
She was fucking lying through her teeth, wasn't she? In the past, it was always Ren Xiaosu who tricked others. Why was he the one being tricked today?
"You're 21 years old?" Ren Xiaosu was unconvinced. "Show me your ID card."
"I lost it." Yang Xiaojin said nonchalantly, "Alright, don't mind the details. You were the one who lied first."
Ren Xiaosu could be considered to have suffered a loss in silence. As the two of them headed towards the Northwest, he was still thinking about how he could get back at her.
In the vast wilderness, the two of them were like two tiny black dots. The hills on the ground were like waves that were rolling on the ground.
In the evening, their shadows were stretched extremely long on the ground. The sparse clouds that connected to the ground in the distance burned all the way up to their heads.
At night, the stars in the sky were like a sea. It felt like they could reach out and touch them.
Yang Xiaojin said as they hurried along, "I'm hungry."
Ren Xiaosu echoed, "Me too."
"That's not what I want to hear …."
"Speaking of which, why didn't you bring any supplies with you?"
"How could a refugee possibly bring any supplies with me? I'm a refugee now." Yang Xiaojin said boldly, "Besides, you're with me, so I don't have to bring any supplies."
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