"Captain Zhao, thank you for clearing that up."
In the square of Yang Manor, the household servants and burly men recruited by the Yang family were honing their strength, practicing simple routines, and training their martial skills.
At that moment,
Beneath the shade of a tree beside the square, Yang Qingyun cupped his hands and thanked the burly Captain Zhao.
"Haha, Young Master Qingyun, there's no need to be so polite. They were all just trivial bits of common knowledge."
"Besides, people make roaming the jianghu and martial world sound impressive, but in truth, it's nothing more than a life spent licking blood from the edge of a blade. In the end, it's still more practical to find a wealthy household and work as a guard."
At that, as though recalling something, the openhearted Captain Zhao could not help showing a trace of emotion.
It was precisely because he had had enough of those days when he never knew whether he would live to see tomorrow
that he had accepted the Yang family's offer and become the head of the Yang family's guards.
Later, with Yang Zongcheng personally acting as matchmaker, he married a respectable woman from the clan and established a family and career in Nanchuan County. By now, he had both sons and daughters.
Looking back on the years he had spent drifting about, it could almost be said that they had been no more than a dream.
"Why must the captain be so modest? Although roaming the outside world is somewhat dangerous, the sights and experiences one gains are things that many ignorant villagers would never witness in their entire lives."
"That's true. Although Zhao was only a second- or third-rate figure in the jianghu back then, I traveled far and wide with merchant caravans. I can't