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  The next day, after breakfast, everyone received the order to set off. This time, they were heading in the direction of Jin State.

  Jin State? As soon as this country was mentioned, Wei Luo thought of the handsome and intimidating Prince of Jingling, who was also from Jin State when he had just arrived at the imperial court.

  Forget it, Jin country is so big, even if I went to his turf, I may not necessarily meet him. Besides, my current identity is not eye-catching at all, and no noble person will take a look at me.

  Wei Luo thought for a moment and her heart calmed down.

  The laborers loaded all the things back onto the carts and the caravan began to move, leaving the city gate under the gaze of the people of Ye City, heading towards the land of Jin State.

  Weiluo walked with her head down, taking light steps as she followed the group forward. Her body was in poor condition and she couldn't walk more than a few miles before becoming exhausted. Even when she felt like collapsing from fatigue, Weiluo didn't dare stop; instead, she kept her head down, closed her eyes, and quietly breathed according to the breathing method she had summarized for herself, all while sensing the changes in her body.

  Her physical changes were minimal, and Wei Luo barely felt anything. The only thing she felt was that she could keep walking to the end with this kind of breathing. As time passed, she felt tired less and less often.

  The state of Jin was a major power at that time, with vast territories. The chariot team had been traveling for two months and still hadn't reached their destination.

  For the past two months, after dinner, Wei Luo would join the swordsmen's group to watch them practice. After watching for half an hour, she would look for a quiet and secluded place to practice her sword skills with a wooden sword.

  Wei Luo was like an ordinary girl in her past life, only interested in love, clothes and cosmetics, those military and martial arts stuff had nothing to do with her.

  In this life, she also didn't have half a person to ask for advice. She used a method that was almost instinctual, practicing the breathing methods that made herself comfortable while repeating simple slashing movements over and over again.

  She didn't know if her method was right or wrong, nor did she know if it would have any effect. This kind of practice was like the straw she grasped at in this world; she had always been fantasizing that one day she would become stronger.

  Gradually, Wei Luo's self-summarized breathing method had become a part of her body. Whether she was walking, eating, practicing swordplay, or sleeping, as long as she paid attention, she would discover that she was using the alternating patterns of inhaling twice and exhaling once, and inhaling once and exhaling once.

  Another month later, Wei Luo felt that her body had gained strength. Every morning when she exercised her hands and feet, she even felt light and could jump far away.

  As for walking, the twenty or so miles of road were nothing to her now. In these two weeks, she had never felt tired at all. Moreover, every time it was noon, she could still feel a surge of heat flowing through her chest and abdomen. The heat flow appeared from the lower abdomen and came up to the chest, each time only for an instant, disappearing in just two or three seconds.

  Every time that hot flow appears, she becomes exhausted and her spirit is full, her feet are also light and fluttering as if dancing in the wind.

  What delighted Weiruo was that she found her wooden sword making a louder and louder whooshing sound as it sliced through the air.

  At this time, Wei Luo was no longer blindly stabbing at the air. She would hang a copper coin from a tree branch with a thread and stare intently at the thin line. Every sword strike she made was aimed at that thin line.

  Now, she draws her sword, and before the sword even arrives, the sword wind has already blown that thread into a frenzy. Sometimes Weiluo would think, when I thrust out this wooden sword, if I can use the sword wind to cut off the thread, does that mean I've mastered swordsmanship?

  At this time, Wei Luo only felt that she had made progress and thought that in just three months, she had adjusted her weak body to be as good as a normal person. This showed that her method was very effective. She didn't think at all that maybe she was an extremely rare natural talent in martial arts!

  The team set off early again today.

  Wei Luo blended into the crowd, walking silently and breathing quietly. Before long, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

  Among the sound of donkey hooves, a young man in his twenty-fifth or sixth year, with a pale face, a narrow and long face, and a gloomy eyes, came to the front of the odd-jobbers' team.

  This young man was not wearing a sword and obviously wasn't a swordsman. He was also wearing hemp clothing, but the hemp clothing was very fitting and clean.

  The young man raised his eyelids and looked at the crowd of workers with a somewhat sharp and hoarse voice, asking: "Is there anyone who can read?"

  None of the workers looked up, nor did Wei Luo. However, several people standing around Wei Luo, including Yuan Face Seventeen, all turned to look at her.

  That pale-faced young man stared at Wei Luo and somewhat impatiently asked: "You little kid, can you recognize characters?"

  Wei Luo kept her head down, she felt the young man in front of her was getting a bit annoyed at her silence, so she quickly lifted her head, carefully glanced at him and then swiftly lowered it again. After doing this, Wei Luo respectfully clasped her hands together and said clearly: "I can read."

  The young man let out a soft hum from his nose and said lightly: "In that case, follow me."

  "Agreed."

  The young man turned around and said coldly: "When someone asks later, just call yourself a miscellaneous worker."

  Wei Luo raised his head and said after a slight hesitation: "My name is Wei Luo."

  "Oh? It actually has a name?" The young man turned his head and looked at Wei Luo with caution.

  He looked her up and down for a while, then suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, turned to her with a cold voice and said: "You've fallen to the status of a miscellaneous worker, yet you're still worthy of having a name? Humph, from now on, that name of yours is gone, you'll just be called Miscellaneous Worker Little One!"

  He was just a donkey driver, what right did he have to remove someone else's name? For a moment, the crowd of workers buzzed with discussion. The murmurs grew louder and more intense, and the looks in the eyes of the young people were filled with indignation.

  The attitude of the miscellaneous worker caused the young man's temples to throb with anger, and he glared at Wei Luo with a pair of triangular eyes, his voice cold as he growled: "You dare not to respond, miscellaneous worker?"

  That word 'dare' was dragged out long by the young man, and Wei Luo didn't need to raise his head to feel the murderous intent emanating from this person in front of him.

  He's just a small-minded person who likes to curry favor with those in power!

  Wei Luo's mouth curved up into a faint smile, she lowered her eyes and replied softly and weakly: "En."

  As soon as Wei Luo's words came out, the young man burst into loud laughter. But the crowd of miscellaneous workers suddenly became noisy and quarrelsome, with everyone angrily staring at Wei Luo who had easily compromised. Faintly, Wei Luo heard someone say in a resentful tone: "What kind of dignity is this? Even if I die, I must keep it! This little kid, this little kid, really infuriates me to death!"

  The young man looked at everyone with a complacent face, his expression was exceptionally satisfied, as if he had done something extremely great.

  Seeing the miscellaneous workers still making a racket, the young man shouted: "Miscellaneous workers, follow me!"

  "Yes."

  Wei Luo hung her head and silently followed the young man, from start to finish, she showed extreme dullness, as if the anger of the crowd had not entered her ears at all.

  The corners of his mouth twitched, Wei Luo lowered his head and followed the donkey's tail, jogging along while secretly thinking: This person just now really had murderous intentions. Humph, a name is just a title, it's not worth risking one's life for. Besides, he's not the emperor, saying cancel would really make my name disappear? I'll temporarily lower my head and swallow this temporary humiliation.