Xiao Lucheng smeared some gold sore medicine on himself, then walked over with his war horse and said, "Brother Cheng, now that the caravan has been destroyed, only the two of us are left, I don't know where you are going to settle down next?"

Gao Cheng smiled: "I'm alone, I go everywhere the same, has Brother Lucheng already thought of where to go?"

Xiao Lucheng nodded and said, "I heard that there are many caravans in Shanxi that often go out of the fortress, and they are going to go there to eat! If Brother Cheng has no other place to go, it is better to join me." ”

"Brother Lu Cheng, I don't want to be a caravan guard anymore, what Mu Huali said just now has some truth, I'm going to go to Temujin's royal tent to see the situation!" Gao Cheng politely declined the other party's proposal.

You must know that if you join the Mongolian cavalry to fight everywhere, you can still gain a lot of fate points, if you mix into a caravan escort and work hard every day, where will you have time to cultivate?

Xiao Lucheng didn't know Gao Cheng's thoughts, and thought that he had great ambitions and was ready to make contributions to Temujin on the grassland. Xiao Lucheng sighed and said, "Since this is the case, then our brothers can only be separated! Brother Cheng, if you don't have a good time in the grassland, just come to me!" As he spoke, he explained how to contact him.

Gao Cheng arched his hand and said, "Brother Licheng, take care of yourself all the way!"

The two have not known each other for too long, and they are not mothers-in-law, after saying goodbye to each other, Xiao Lucheng took some belongings, waved his hand, and walked towards the south very simply.

Gao Cheng led his war horse and found Mu Huali, saying that he wanted to go to Temujin's royal tent to see it, and then decide whether to take refuge in the other party.

Mu Huali laughed and immediately agreed, the strength that Gao Cheng and Xiao Lucheng showed before was stronger than the most brave warriors on the grassland, especially Gao Cheng, who rode a horse and shot arrows. If such a warrior were to defect to the Great Khan, he would surely be strengthened by the strength of a tiger and make the Great Khan's army unstoppable.

When a thousand Mongolian cavalry came, it was like a whirlwind and lightning, and when they left, they were dragged down by thousands of herdsmen and women, and their speed slowed down a lot, and Gao Cheng followed behind the cavalry, just in time to study the yellowed book he had just obtained.

I took the book out of my arms, turned the first page, and a monk's practice figure appeared. The movements of the monk on the figure are very simple, and there are a few prescriptions sandwiched between the pages of the book.

The moment he found the book just now, Gao Cheng noticed that something was wrong, and quickly put the book away, and as he expected, this book was a book of exercises and secrets.

"The Thirteen Secret Styles of the Golden Bell Jar?"

Gao Cheng scratched his head, the name of the golden bell jar was like thunder, but unfortunately the secret book in his hand was not the golden bell jar, one of the four great divine skills of Shaolin Temple, but a master according to the golden bell jar, iron cloth shirt, Tong Zigong and other hard qigong created exercises, it is said that when practiced to the fullest, it can be invulnerable, infinitely powerful, and there is no cover door around the body.

"This technique is very powerful! If you can cultivate to perfection, it is estimated that you can be comparable to a ninth-level warrior in the Three Kingdoms World, but unfortunately it is more troublesome to cultivate!"

There are thirteen layers of the Golden Bell Jar Secret Thirteen Styles, and the initial cultivation needs to use a wooden stick to continuously whip the muscles of the whole body, and after the wooden stick adapts, it is replaced by an iron rod, and the potential of the person is quickly pumped out by fierce means. It also needs a variety of precious tonic herbs to repair the body's wear and tear.

Generally speaking, this is a very painful kung fu to cultivate and consumes a huge amount of money! People who are not in good physical condition or have poor families will not be able to practice this martial arts.

Gao Cheng looked through all the cheats and found that the most precious ones were the prescriptions recorded above, if there were no recipes, this cheats would be a self-harm and suicide kung fu.

"You don't need to practice this exercise for the time being, let's first practice the Pile Gong and the Tiger Roar Gong, these two exercises can nourish the body and strengthen the body, and lay a solid foundation first! With a solid foundation, you can get twice the result with half the effort when you practice any exercises in the future. ”

The group walked on the steppe for two days, and then they reached the range of King Temujin's tent, only to see yurts sitting on the steppe, countless herdsmen driving cattle and sheep outside to graze, and many Mongolian cavalry hunting outside. Around the whole king's tent, about seventy or eighty thousand people gathered.

"Brother Gao, you stay here first, if you want to join my Mongolian army, you can come to me directly. I'll take you to meet Temujin Khan, and I'll make him use you again!" Mu Huali said.

Gao Cheng arched his hand and said, "Mu Huali, thank you for your help!"

Mu Huali smiled, and then sent someone to find him a tent so that Gao Cheng could have a place to stay, and then he and Zhelemi hurried to the Golden Horde in the center of the tribe to report the battle to the Great Khan.

Gao Cheng led the horse and followed a Mongolian soldier to the front of a yurt, this Mongolian soldier with thick eyebrows and square face, was Mu Huali's personal soldier, he knew that his master would attach great importance to Gao Cheng, so he behaved very respectfully.

This yurt looks relatively neat, Gao Cheng looked at it and was more satisfied, waved his hand and let the Mongolian soldiers who led the way retreat, came to this world for a few days, and finally had a good rest.

He tied his horse to the yurt, and saw that the Mongolian soldiers who had just retreated had brought some more bedding and a clean Mongolian robe.

When Gao Cheng saw the clothes, he suddenly thought that he was still wearing tattered clothes, he hadn't been cleaned up for several days, and the filth on his body and the blood spilled during the fight condensed into a black-brown blood scab, which was very disgusting.

Gao Cheng didn't say a word, he immediately took out a gold bead from his arms, bought a large wooden barrel from a Mongolian herdsman not far away, boiled hot water, jumped in the whole person, and washed it three times before walking out refreshed. He put on a Mongolian robe and raised his hands and waved his sleeves, which was a heroic atmosphere.

At this time, it was getting late, the herdsmen drove the cattle and sheep back, and many Mongolian children also laughed and returned to their yurts.

At this time, a woman walked out of this yurt, looking ahead from a distance, as if waiting for her child to return, Gao Cheng turned her head to look, this woman looks ordinary, about thirty years old, her temples have been dyed with a faint hoarfrost, there seems to be a strong and unyielding idea between her eyebrows, although the dress is Mongolian, her appearance is indeed the outline of a Han woman.

The woman seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, turned her head and glanced at Gao Cheng, and suddenly showed a look of surprise. She hurriedly walked over and said hello, "This little brother, are you also from Song?"

Gao Cheng smiled and said: "I am a Han Chinese, and I have never been to the Song Realm, so I should not be considered a Song person!

The woman's face was a little gloomy when she heard this, as if she had thought of something, and when she was about to speak, a little boy of six or seven years old ran over in the distance, carrying a short bow in his hand.

"Mother, I'm back!" the boy screamed, then turned his head to look at Gao Cheng, his head seemed to be a little spinning, and he didn't know what to call it.

The woman touched the boy's head with a gentle face, and said softly: "Jing'er, this is Uncle Gao, our neighbor, you have to say hello when you see Uncle Gao in the future." ”

Temujin's sweat tent, a young man named Jing'er? Gao Cheng's heart was shocked, and he finally knew the origin of this world.