Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Knight Errant

  In the small courtyard, the lights were shining brightly, a black shadow silently slipped in.

  "Haha!" Meng Zhao wore his helmet and armor, with an iron sword hanging from his waist, overjoyed and bursting into waves of hearty laughter.

  After three years, he finally had his armor and weapons again, and it was impossible for him not to be delighted.

  Ma Ge and Fan Tong were also delighted, their faces beaming with joy. They patted the shiny armor on their bodies and stroked the iron swords at their waists, even their buttocks were smiling.

  Ever since they sold their arms and armor to survive, they have been longing for the day when they can rearm themselves. Now that this dream has come true, who wouldn't be delighted?

  Hei Bo and Miao Er were also delighted, beaming with joy.

  Looking at the three Meng Zhao showing off, Qin Yiren felt a sense of relief in his heart. The three of them were elite soldiers of the Qin army, and rearming them would greatly enhance Qin Yiren's strength.

  "Ah, my gold!" Suddenly, Qin Yiren's mouth twitched and he felt a sharp pain.

  Equipping Meng Zhao and his three men cost Qin Yi a total of fifty gold, which was too expensive. Who wouldn't feel the pinch?

  In the Warring States period, bronze was the main material and iron was very rare and extremely precious. To say that it is as valuable as gold is somewhat exaggerated, but to say that it is equal in value to white silver is a completely true statement.

  Qin Yiren wants to arm Meng Zhao's three men, of course, they must be armed to the teeth, and use the best equipment. This must be done with iron armor, inside and out, a total of fifty gold pieces were spent.

  "We're still short of war horses. A high-quality horse costs a lot, and this will be another large sum of money." Qin Yiren turned his thoughts around, starting to get a headache from not having enough money.

  A fine horse is hard to come by, even with a thousand pieces of gold. To arm Meng Zhao and his three men, just the horses alone would cost a pretty penny, not to mention the equipment which would be even more expensive.

  "Hmm!" Suddenly, Meng Zhao's eyebrows rose like a knife and sword, and he made a gesture to Ma Ge and Fan Tong. The three of them drew their swords out of their scabbards and quickly left.

  "They... " Meng Er and Hei Bo were shocked, originally showing off properly, suddenly putting on this posture as if facing a great enemy, what kind of tune is this?

  "Silence!" Qin knew that something was amiss and quietly reminded the two of them not to make a sound.

  "You little thief, how dare you sneak into my room!" Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the air.

  "Are there thieves?" Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat, he had just managed to get back one thousand taels of gold with great difficulty, and before he could even warm up, he was already being targeted by thieves, did they want him to die?

  "Bang bang!" A burst of punching and kicking sounds erupted, mixed with shrill cries.

  "It's done." Qin Yiren knew that Meng Zhao and the others had succeeded.

  As expected, footsteps sounded, and Meng Zhao came in, carrying a man covered in blood like a dead dog. He threw the man to the ground and reported to Qin Yiren, "Young master, this thief wanted to steal gold, but we caught him alive."

  "Arming them was indeed correct, and it has proven to be effective." Qin Yiren glanced at Meng Zhao and the other two, no longer worried about the gold.

  This man was covered in injuries, apparently having been beaten by Meng Zhao and the others until he was unrecognizable, his eyes filled with a terrified expression.

  "Who sent you?" Qin Yiren stepped forward, his eyes like sharp swords, staring at the man, shouting loudly.

  "No...no one, I came by myself." The man said stubbornly.

  "You're kidding, right? I've just managed to get back a thousand taels of silver and haven't even had time to warm up the bed, and you show up. With your little tricks, you shouldn't have gotten wind of this so quickly. Someone must have sent you." Qin Yiren saw through the scheme in one go, saying: "The person behind you must be very powerful, or else they wouldn't have gotten the news so quickly."

  He was shocked for a moment, he never thought that Qin Yiren's analysis would be so sharp.

  "You don't have to say anything, Meng Zhao and the others were just looking for someone to practice on. Meng Zhao, I'm leaving him to you, go ahead and practice on him." Qin Yiren clapped his hands, with a carefree and nonchalant attitude, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

  "Rest assured, young master, I guarantee that he will be trained until his own mother won't recognize him!" Meng Zhao loudly responded, fully understanding Qin Yiren's intention.

  "It's been three days since we last practiced martial arts, it's time to practice properly." Ma Gai and Fan Tong both had a fierce look on their faces as they started rolling up their sleeves.

  "I said, I said." This person has already been beaten up by three people. If he is beaten again, can he still be called a human?

  This person is afraid of being punished again, so he has no choice but to confess honestly.

  "Lü Buwei! I'm not done with you yet!" It was Lü Buwei who had plotted against Qin Yiren again, and Qin Yiren was furious, his eyes blazing with anger as he bellowed loudly enough to shake the mountains.

  "Sir, let's go and capture this treacherous merchant." Meng Zhao and the others were extremely indignant, their anger hard to express.

  "No!" Qin Yiren shook his head and said thoughtfully, "Lü Buwei's power is not small. If we go there openly, not only will we not get a good result, but we'll also suffer a great loss."

  "What can we do?" The Lv's business was too powerful and wasn't something that Qin Yi could handle at the moment, Meng Zhao and the others were very unwilling to give up.

  "If I'm not mistaken, he won't be going back. Lü Buwei will definitely send someone again. You should prepare to catch the person." Qin Yiren pondered for a moment.

  "Come on! Come on! Our mighty Qin warriors are worried that there aren't enough heads to chop off!" Meng Zhao and the other two were excited, just like cats smelling fish.

  The Qin people "heard war and rejoiced", taking fighting as a pleasure like eating meat and drinking wine, and they couldn't wait to take action, their buttocks were all eager.

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  Hu Feng wine shop, Lü Buwei's residence.

  Lü Buwei's eyebrows were tightly knotted as he asked, "Hasn't he returned yet?"

  "This man is useless, wasting the master's money." It cost a lot of gold to hire a guard, and Ximen Lao had been cheated by Lv Buwei.

  "Qin Yiren is not an easy person to deal with, he must have used some trickery." Lü Buwei pondered and said: "Ordinary guards are useless, only asking Jingyun to take action will do."

  "Chivalrous hero?" Old Master Ximen's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

  "That's right." Lü Buwei nodded heavily and said, "Jing Yun is a world-renowned knight-errant. Since following me, he has rarely taken action. This matter cannot be done without him."

  "I'll go tell him right now." Ximen Old Man turned around and was about to leave.

  "No, I'll go myself." Lü Buwei's face wore a sly smile, very sinister, and said: "Since we want to invite the heroes to take action, it can't just be for a thousand pieces of gold, we must make Qin Yiren surrender."

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  In the small courtyard, Meng Zhao and the others waited anxiously, asking: "Will someone really come?"

  "It will definitely happen." Qin Yi was determined in his heart.

  He was very clear why Lü Buwei had repeatedly made things difficult for him, and he must have succeeded. If he didn't cut off the financial route of the Qin stranger at this time, the opportunity would be slim. Therefore, Lü Buwei will definitely send someone again.

  "That's great, we can have a good practice then." Meng Zhao and the other two were overjoyed, wishing that Lü Bu would arrive immediately so they could have a fierce fight.

  Qin Yiren furrowed his brow tightly and didn't say a word.

  "Master, what are you thinking about?" asked Mei'er with a curious expression, blinking her clear and bright eyes.

  "I was thinking, if Lü Buwei sends many people this time, it's not a big deal. But if he sends only a few people, there will be a lot of trouble." Qin Yiren furrowed his brow even tighter.

  "Young master, what are you talking about? With many people it's not troublesome, but with few people it's even more troublesome?" Meng Zhao didn't take it to heart at all.

  "He's right!" Suddenly, a clear voice rang out, the door was pushed open, and a tall middle-aged man with an aura of iron tower appeared at the entrance.

  His eyes were exceptionally bright, like the scorching sun in the sky, staring at Qin Yiren, slightly nodding his head: "Young Master has seen through people, not ordinary, worth me taking action."

  Putting on airs and getting struck by lightning, isn't that just a vicious person? What's the point of pretending to be noble? Qin Yiren scolded in her heart.

  "Who are you?" Meng Zhao's eyes narrowed, when did this person arrive, he didn't even notice, this person's skills were extremely high, far surpassing the three of them.

  If they were at full strength, they might still have a chance to fight back. But now their strength is far from recovered, and encountering such a person would be unpredictable.

  "Jingyun!" The man said lightly, as if this wasn't his name, but rather he was announcing someone else's.

  "Knight!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong exclaimed in unison, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.