"I know you've been pestering the young master with questions about incantations all day long. You must have learned quite a bit, right? Think carefully about whether any of it can be of any use."
Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, "No."
Wang Jian continued, "Is that so? That's a pity. Today I found the Arhat Sutra, which is known as one of the Four Great Scriptures, and I wanted to exchange it with you."
Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look at Wang Jian, "Those are the scriptures left by Master, did you really find them?"
For many years, Xiaoyao had been trying to find out information, but to no avail. He never expected to hear the news from Wang Jian.
Wang Jian became serious. "Of course, I, a dignified General of the Great Qin, would never lie to you."
Xiaoyao frowned. "Even if it were possible, it would be extremely difficult to finish drawing it in such a short time."
I vaguely remember that when I went to the Miao region last time, I felt completely drained.
He was a monk and didn't know the power of women, but he gained some understanding of it during that exhausting work.
Wang Jian remained calm and continued, "The complete version is available, but it's the only one. Once this opportunity is missed, it's gone forever."
After hesitating for a moment, Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and agreed, "Young Master did teach me another incantation. I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee that everyone will have it."
Even with the best efforts, such a large quantity is clearly unrealistic.
Wang Jian replied, "There's no need to prepare anything for me; just have my men draw it."
Xiaoyao was taken aback. "You don't want it?"
I originally thought that Wang Jian came here to prepare a set for himself.
Wang Jian looked out the window again, "Compared to me, the soldiers who follow me are needed more."
Xiaoyao followed their gaze and saw that beautiful scene.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry appeared on his face.
He was well aware of the cruelty of war; death and separation were everywhere, and blood and corpses filled everything.
If it weren't for their responsibilities, Wang Jian and his soldiers would probably have chosen to enjoy the peace they have now.
Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Wang Jian turned to look at Xiaoyao, "Besides, I'm already so strong that I don't need that kind of thing anymore."
Xiaoyao nodded slightly, "This old man will do his best."
Wang Jian cupped his hands and solemnly said, "I'm sorry to trouble you there, Grand Master."
After Wang Jian left, Xiaoyao stood up and looked at the memorial tablet. "Disciple has retrieved your true scriptures. It's all thanks to that young master. Master, the chicken leg you lost was worth it."
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