Although it was already autumn, the noon sun was still very strong, and after walking twenty miles, Li Mao was covered in sweat.

In front of him was a forest of mixed trees, slightly yellowing leaves, red mountain fruits, Li Mao stopped, wiped his sweat, and was thinking about looking for a few fruits to satisfy his hunger, but suddenly heard a strange sound, he was shocked, and instinctively clenched the stick in his hand. A young woman ran out of the woods in disheveled clothes, her hair was in a messy bun, **** was half-exposed, and her expression was very embarrassed.

Two strong men followed closely behind, smiling obscenely, and playing a game of cat and mouse with the woman in high spirits.

Li Mao's appearance was like a life-saving straw, giving the woman endless hope, and she ran towards him desperately. Li Mao's nervous breath couldn't breathe, and he stared blankly at everything in front of him, until the woman threw herself into his arms.

The woman's soft body awakened Li Mao's consciousness, he suddenly became excited, his thoughts became extremely clear, and the muscles in his body became active in an instant. Gently let the woman behind him, Li Mao spread his feet apart, pressed down with a horizontal stick, and the shirtless man who rushed straight over was a stick!

When the brave wins on the narrow road, Li Mao has no choice.

In the past, when he was a security guard, he had received a little training in martial arts, but that kind of fur was not enough to guarantee that he could fight these two strong men. Li Mao's courage stems from courage and family roots, he was born in a small isolated mountain village in Longnan, where ancient customs still exist and residents practice martial arts.

In order to let their son survive the troubled childhood, his parents gritted their teeth and sent him to the mountains near the village to be handed over to an old monk as an apprentice, who was not only proficient in medical skills but also a martial artist who lived in seclusion in the countryside. Li Mao gave him an apprentice for eight years, not only cured his weak illness and raised his body, but also laid a solid foundation in martial arts.

There is no cowardice in kung fu. Li Mao, who can also knock over four or five strong men with his bare hands, how can he be afraid of two indiscriminate people with sticks in his hands now?

The stick was firmly pumped on the face of the shirtless man, and with one blow, the man "poofed" and fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up directly without snorting. Another man panicked, he was a head shorter than Li Mao, his shoulders were wide and his back was far thick, Li Mao had a stick in his hand, he was bare-handed, and he had already lost this fight before he was beaten.

"Don't don't, good man, don't get me wrong." While saying mercy to Li Mao, the man glanced around, took a look, and turned around and ran into the woods.

"Don't let him run."

The woman hiding behind Li Mao suddenly shouted, and rushed towards the man desperately like a crazy tigress.

Li Mao caught up with the man before her, and knocked him unconscious with a stick on the head.

Looking at the two men lying on the ground, the woman who was as fierce as a tigress just now suddenly wilted like a deflated ball.

"Are you alright?" Li Mao asked with concern, reaching out to pull her up. The woman refused, she turned around and ran towards another wood, Li Mao was afraid that something would happen to her, so he hurriedly followed.

On a poplar tree at the edge of the woods was a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament, wearing a soft-footed hood and a half-new round-necked green cloth shirt, his lips were black, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his face was bruised. A foot away from him lay an old man, his cheeks as ruddy as a young man, his beard as white as snow, and his white beard stained with blood.

The old man had a polished flat pole horizontally, and Li Mao deduced that he should be the middle-aged man's constant porter, who resisted when he encountered a thief, and fainted in defeat.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi was squatting on the ground, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, tied in a bun, and was holding his head and crying. There were a few bags littered around the little guy, and a skinny young man was squatting on the ground with his arms open, searching, his valuable finances were piled up, and other old clothes, pen and ink inkstones and other things were thrown all over the ground.

Li Mao jumped forward with a tiger, looked at the back of the young man's head and slashed a palm, the man fainted to the ground without a sound, the little guy in Tsing Yi screamed, Li Mao hurriedly covered his mouth, signaled him not to scream, and looked at the movements around him alertly.

The middle-aged man tied to the tree said, "There are three thieves in all, and they have all been wiped out. ”

Li Mao breathed a sigh of relief at this point, he withdrew his hand and let go of the little guy, squatted down and tried the white-haired snort with his fingers, his brows twisted unconsciously, this old man breathed normally, he didn't faint at all, it turned out that he was lying down and pretending to be dead!

Li Mao hesitated for a moment and did not expose him. Suddenly in distress, not everyone can stand up and become a hero, most people will choose to escape, just like the thief just now, seeing that he knocked out his comrades, didn't he also run away? If a thief who pins his head to the waistband of his trousers and begs for a living is like this, how can he expect ordinary people to do the same?

The young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly untied the middle-aged man and tied the young thief on the ground with a rope, and the middle-aged man shouted: "Let him go." The little guy asked puzzledly, "Let him go, he is a thief, and he almost killed us." Can't just be so cheap with them. The middle-aged man sighed: "Look at their clothes are all farmers from the neighborhood, this year's locust drought in Baoding County has followed, and they have no livelihood so they take risks and become thieves." ”

The little guy in Tsing Yi didn't dare to argue, so he had to give up.

The middle-aged man straightened his robe, threw a big salute at Li Mao, and said in a deep voice: "Xue Rong, a native of Baoding County in Xiahe, is a great kindness and great virtue, and it is unforgettable. Li Mao didn't know how to return the salute, and after a little hesitation, he took a step back, followed Xue Rong's example, and said, "Seeing that the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, this gentleman doesn't have to be polite." ”

The middle-aged man saw that Li Mao's answer was very decent, and his eyes lit up, and he said, "I haven't asked Engong Gao's name." ”

"Oh, my name is Li Mao, and I'm from Longnan. He became a monk when he was young, and he has been a monk all these years, and he has just returned to the world. ”

Li Mao said a lie, his face was slightly hot, he was indeed an apprentice to an old monk when he was a child because of his frailty, but it was only a named disciple, he had never been ordained, and he couldn't be true.

The reason why he wants to tell this lie is mainly because he shaved his head, such a hairstyle seems too strange in the current era, and as a time-traveler, Li Mao doesn't want to cause trouble.

For fear that Xue Rong would ask about his life experience, Li Mao turned from defense to offense and asked why Xue Rong was in danger here.

Xue Rong said bluntly: "A certain eunuch who has been away from his hometown for many years, today he saw his homeland and missed his family, and he took a shortcut in his heart, but he accidentally crashed into the hands of these three thieves, and the pale head protector was knocked unconscious by the thieves, and the concubine was humiliated by them. Oh, Shexia is only more than 30 miles away from here, dare to ask Engong to move to stay for a few days, I should serve him as a brother. ”