In the desert, Yang Chong had been walking for three whole days. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since the drastic changes in his family and the slaughter of all the people, this fifteen-year-old son, who was originally well-dressed and well-fed, quickly became an embarrassed and sloppy little beggar.

He knew that the root cause of his family's ruin was the family heirloom "Sun Divine Palm".

This palm technique was famous in the hands of Yang Chong's grandfather, but when it reached Yang Chong's father, the power was greatly reduced, and it seemed that the matching mental method was incomplete. If it weren't for that, with the true power of "Sun Divine Palm", how could his Yang family be invincible to these wicked people who came to attack, and how could they be wiped out so easily.

"Damn! hateful! I, Yang Chong, will not avenge the destruction of the door, and I will not be a man!"

Yang Chong left the border of the Central Plains and entered the western desert, where he had not drunk or eaten for three days.

Exposed to the scorching sun during the day and cold at night, ordinary people have long been unable to support themselves under such harsh conditions. But Yang Chong has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body has a little foundation, coupled with the belief in revenge, which has made him persist until now.

Only at this moment, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his eyelids were drooping from time to time, as if he might lose consciousness at any time and fall headlong.

"No, I can't die, I must live and practice martial arts to take revenge!"

Yang Chong knew that in this endless desert, once he passed out in his current physical state, he might never be able to wake up again.

He touched his chest, felt the thing in his arms through his clothes, his eyes became firm again, and he gritted his teeth and walked forward.

In the Central Plains, there is no place for him, because the person who destroys him is the Qingcheng faction, one of the nine major sects. Although the group of wicked people covered their faces to hide their identities, they were still recognized by Yang Chong's father.

Yang Chongren spoke lightly, and there was no evidence to identify the evil as the Qingcheng faction, just because he was a hairless young man, no one would believe him at all.

On the contrary, the Qingcheng faction, as a top famous and decent person, wanted to take care of him, an isolated and helpless boy, and it was almost effortless.

Therefore, Yang Chong wants to leave the Central Plains, no matter how strong the Qingcheng faction is and how long its hands are, it will not be able to reach out to this western desert.

"Western Desert, Holy Fire Sect! As long as I can join the Holy Fire Sect, I will definitely be able to learn divine skills and return to the Central Plains to take revenge!"

Thinking about this, Yang Chong even seemed to have recovered a few points of strength, and his steps under his feet also sped up a little.

"What is this?"

After walking out for a while, Yang Chong's face showed ecstasy, because in front of his eyes, an inn actually appeared.

"Zephyr Inn?"

In order to avoid the people of the Qingcheng faction, Yang Chong fled from the Central Plains in a panic, so he knew nothing about the Western Desert and only relied on the belief of revenge to survive until now. He had no idea how long he would have to walk before there were people. Now when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, he suddenly sees an inn, which completely becomes his lifeline.

Without hesitation, Yang Chong walked towards the inn.

......

Zhou Chen was in the lobby, sweeping the floor with a broom in one hand, and gesturing with the other hand from time to time.

He was pondering the hammer fist that the cow cook had taught him.

In Zhou Chen's opinion, this boxing method is really a very ordinary thing, and it is definitely at least two grades lower than Yang's killing boxing.

However, he couldn't practice Yang's killing fist openly, so in this hall, under the noses of Mr. Bookkeeper and Dalong, he could only practice this hammer fist.

In the past few days, there has been no business at the inn, so he has no worries about playing boxing here.

As for why he is in this hall, it is really because there is no one.

The shopkeeper was injured last time he did black work, and he happened to be on the verge of a breakthrough in his internal strength, so he killed so many guys at once and practiced with their hard work.

As a result, even the guys who ran the hall were gone, and Zhou Chen could only go on top. There was also some tiring and dirty work, which also fell on his head again.

However, this is only temporary, because Chef Niu said that in a few days, when the shopkeeper has stabilized the breakthrough internal strength, he will go out in person and get a few new guys.

Obviously, the shopkeeper got some newcomers back, and it must be for the "ration" reserve of practice.

Squeak!

At this moment, the door of the inn was suddenly opened, and there was a sound of wooden rubbing.

Then, Zhou Chen saw a young man who was dirty, embarrassed and weak, and walked into the inn tremblingly.

Although the other party's clothes were tattered and dirty, Zhou Chen could see that the material was definitely valuable. Looking at the young man's hands again, it was obvious that he had not done rough work. In this way, Zhou Chen had a preliminary judgment on the comer.

He did not meet him at first, but first turned his head to look at the bookkeeper, and when he received a secret look from the latter, he dropped his broom and ran forward.

After approaching the young man, Zhou Chen said, "Do you want to be a guest or stay in a hotel?"

"Let's have a pot of tea first, then serve some dishes casually, and a bowl of rice, be fast!"

Yang Chong reluctantly walked to the nearest table, pulled out the wooden stool and sat on it, and then said weakly.

"I'm sorry for the guests, there is no rice in the shop. ”

Zhou Chen said with a smile.

"Then the steamed noodles will be served casually, quickly!"

Yang Chong's voice was very hoarse, and now after entering the inn and sitting down, the whole person looked more and more weak.

"Okay, please wait. ”

......

In a daze, Yang Chong opened his eyes.

"What am I?"

Yang Chong squinted, his eyesight quickly recovered, and then he found himself in a dimly lit room.

The first thing he noticed was a table in front of him on the right, with a candle lit on it, which was the only light source in the room.

"Boy, are you awake?"

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse voice sounded, which immediately startled Yang Chong.

And immediately after, Yang Chong's complexion changed drastically, because he realized that he was being tied.

He sat in a chair, his hands tied behind his back, and his legs were also held in place by thick hemp rope, making him unable to move.

At the same time, he was shocked to find that he was naked, stripped naked, and even the most shameful places were exposed.

"Who are you, and why are you tying me up?"

Yang Chong's eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, and then he noticed that there was a person sitting at the table where the candles were lit.

It was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with a hooked nose and green bean eyes, looking at this side with a grim smile.

Facing the middle-aged man's unscrupulous gaze at his body, Yang Chong only felt that his dignity was lost, and he wanted to commit suicide now.

However, he could not die. He still has a sea of blood and revenge to avenge. No matter how humiliating he was treated, he had to live.

"Hey, hey, Yang Gongzi, the eldest young master of the Yangwei Dart Bureau, if you crash into my small shop, isn't it equivalent to sending the "Burning Sun Divine Palm" for nothing? ”

The hoarse voice came from the middle-aged man's mouth again, and hearing his words made Yang Chong's face turn pale all of a sudden. (To be continued.) )