Chapter 290: This Life (1/2)

Chapter 290: This Life

Two years later, Meng Hao was thirty-five years old It had been nine years since he left ho that entire time, he had only lived in two places, the river and the forest

This year, he ran into a gang of bandits

Bandits are generally killers, but they didn’t kill Meng Hao Perhaps it was because of his worn scholar’s robe, or the scholar’s pack that he wore on his back He certainly looked down on his fortune The bandit leader was a beautiful, seductive wole question

“Can you keep financial records?”

Meng Hao shook his head However, they took him anyway They led hie where more than a thousand people lived Most of the quite a few children

It was arranged for Meng Hao to beco the children how to read He didn’t have to teach anything very complicated They just needed to be able to read bank notes and understand basic ood bandit should be able to do

This was a requirement laid upon all the bandits by the beautiful bandit Chieftess

Ti Hao adapted hi, and looked up at the sky It was alht of Master, or of his father, and how he hadn’t gone back to sweep his grave for a very long time

People died everya three year period, the camp moved locations twice In the fourth year, the ar nu Hao unhesitatingly proposed using poison

At the , and the ar Hao wasn’t sure why exactly he had thought of using poison It was just that, in the past few years, he seee in his head The poison… was of course concocted by Meng Hao

As the poison powder drifted south with the wind, Meng Hao closed his eyes A long ti It had been aHao was thirty-nine years old That night, during the third watch, so fire burrowed under the covers with hi the day she was a conservative woht now she was like a beautiful spirit

Overnight, Meng Hao’s life changed He was no longer a teacher, but instead, a so-called military adviser He had never experienced such a life before It was fresh and exciting Soon he was forty years old He was past the prime of life when the blood boiled And yet all of this was… addicting

Killing Plundering For three years, no blood physically stained Meng Hao’s hands However, with his assistance, the number of lives taken by the bandits increased by tenfold

That winter, Meng Hao finally got fed up with it all He had not chosen this life, and he wanted to leave But by now, the , the beautiful Chieftess refused to allow it

But Meng Hao… persisted, and left the mountain fort anyway Therefore, they tried to chase him down and kill hi up In the end, Meng Hao wasn’t killed Exhausted, he turned, and there, one hundred or so paces behind hi at hi black bow in her hand She was older, but still beautiful, and within her eyes was a torn expression

The wind blew past the two of the Hao shouldered the same scholar’s pack he’d taken with him when he left his hometown, turned around, and walked off into the distance

No arroas loosed fro Hao was forty-three years of age

Eventually, he caught sight of a Daoist temple located on top of a mountain

It was autureen limestone of the te of thunder could be heard Rain was co Hao took up residence in the Daoist teious cultivation, observed them live their daily lives, and enjoyed a kind of peace he had never experienced before

He had the unshakeable feeling that his hands were stained dark with blood that just wouldn’t wash off Perhaps in this place he could discover a way to cleanse it

Two years later, Meng Hao was forty-five years old He let out a soft sigh

“It turns out there’s no way to cleanse it In that case, I’ll just have to live with it” Shaking his head, he bid farewell to the Daoist teain into the world

Eventually, he reached the capital city After he had been living there for a year, a bloody war broke out with a neighbouring nation Despite his age, Meng Hao was forcefully conscripted into the military, and became a soldier in the army The war between the two countries had just started at this point

Two years into the war, Meng Hao used some poison that he had concocted to win a battle that shocked both of the countries involved This sparked his rise to proer a common soldier, but a Poison Specialist

Five years into the war, he was a General He led a special offensive, co with a special unit of one hundred personally trained Poison Specialists