Songhai City is also very large, but if nothing else, the base for building the mirage should be outside the city, Songhai City is surrounded by mountains on the side and the sea on the back, and this geographical location is really unique.

Zimo thought in his heart, he must walk around here these days to meet this Yunzhongjun.

In the evening of the same day, according to the usual practice, Zimo packed up his things and was about to go back, he only came here to work on holidays, that is, "part-time".

But when he was leaving, the shopkeeper Ding stopped him and said, "Did you kid offend that little ghost called Zimu in your Confucianism?" ”

Sub-curtain? I remembered that he was a little fat man, a few days ago they were taking a swordsmanship class, and then the third master Zhang Liang asked the two of them to compete, but he lost to Zimo, did the shopkeeper Ding say this thing?

Confucian students all have the character "Zi" in their names, so the names are all similar.

"It seems to be, and I also heard that this little fat man is very powerful in Songhai City, and he should be an official in his family, right?" Zimo said.

Shopkeeper Ding didn't worry much when he looked at Zimo, and felt a little strange in his heart, "You're not afraid that he will retaliate against you?" What if I find you a few thugs on the road? What do you do? ”

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and then we will talk about it." Zimo said casually.

"Well, be careful yourself." Shopkeeper Ding was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

After thinking of what happened to Zimu, Zimo didn't plan to leave now, but wanted to leave later, and wait until it was dark before leaving, this was not because he was afraid, but precisely because he was not afraid, it was just right for them to act when it was dark, as the saying goes, the night is dark and the wind is high to kill people at night, well, wait until it gets dark and then leave.

After waiting for a while, it was not early, it was dark, and Zimo finally left an inn and went to the small sage village on the mountain outside the city.

Watching Zimo leave an inn, Shopkeeper Ding frowned slightly, he still followed, don't look at Shopkeeper Ding's obesity, but he still has a means to hide his whereabouts, if it weren't for the master, he wouldn't be able to find him.

This road Zimo walked countless times, after leaving the city, along the mountain road like a small sage village walking, the environment is elegant, there is only one mountain road, with stone paved steps, towards the mountain. At this time, it was completely dark, and there were usually no people on this road, and it was very clean.

A gentle internal force starts to run from Zimo's dantian and flows to the whole body, Confucianism is good at self-cultivation, although the internal force is not long, but it is definitely not a weakness.

The night wind blows the leaves, making a "rustling" sound, making the tranquility of this night more refreshing, and the wind blows on the body, making people refreshed, but in this environment, knowing that someone follows them at any time, it is inevitable that a layer of goosebumps will arise.

Zimo stopped at another intersection, the silence around him became more and more silent, but the crisis was getting closer and closer, "Several, come out, I've been following for so long." ”

Stomp and tread.

Several people came out from the next few intersections, four directions, two people on one side, a total of eight people, and they were holding very strong wooden sticks in their hands.

The man in black at the head was a little surprised, what was in front of them was just a teenager, and he was able to realize that this was not very outstanding in the Jianghu people, but it was very good for him as a fourteen-year-old boy.

They held wooden sticks, not because they were polite to Zimo, but because their family did not have blades made of iron or bronze, and Zimu's family was a civil official rather than a military general.

These people are all wearing night clothes and covering their faces, but you don't have to think about it to know that it must be the person from the little fat man in Zimu.

"Little ghost, you can't go back to Little Sage Village, this is your end!" A masked man at the head said this, and without a little hesitation after he finished speaking, he clenched the wooden stick in his hand and rushed towards Zimo.

The other seven people around rushed over from all directions, completely surrounding Zimo, and all sides were surrounded.

Zimo didn't move, these people were not professional thugs, and their strength was a little stronger than that of ordinary adults, and they couldn't even compare to well-trained soldiers.

Zimo snorted coldly, the skills of several ordinary people were still difficult for him.

"Stinky boy, go die!" The masked man who was the leader was vigorous, and the wooden stick was about to hit the top of Zimo's head, but at this moment, Zimo's figure flashed, and there was a trance in front of him, and suddenly he suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen.

"Bang!" Zimo moved extremely fast, and just before the wooden stick landed on his head, he quickly flashed, condensed the internal force and punched the man in black in the abdomen.

"Ahh This person was in great pain, and he couldn't hold the wooden stick in his hand, so he fell from his hand, covered his stomach with both hands, and fell to his knees with a "poof".

The wooden stick in his hand did not fall to the ground, but was caught by Zimo.

There is a sword in his heart, and a wooden stick can also be a sword, Zimo is nimble, after knocking down this person, he didn't have any pause, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, walking back and forth between the remaining seven people.

The skills are extremely fast, and it is still dark night, and the few of them can't see Zimo's movements at all, but they just feel that their bodies are being attacked even after flipping, and every time they are still in the middle of the vital point, although they will not die, but they will not be able to move freely in a short period of time.

In an instant, only one of the original eight people was standing now, he looked at the fallen people around him in a daze, and couldn't believe it, the young man in front of him was so terrifying, he was a teenager, he actually defeated seven adults by himself, and although there was still one standing, as long as Zimo was willing, he could fall down at any time.

"Bang dang."

Zimo threw away the wooden stick, glanced at the person coldly, and said in a very flat tone: "Take a few of them away, if you want to deal with me in the future, take the trouble and find some people with means." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around, and without looking back, he went towards the little sage village.

The only man in black stayed here again for a while, and then immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly took some of his companions away, none of them died, but the mission failed, and when they returned, they were again abused by their masters.

The shopkeeper Ding, who was hiding in the shadows, was secretly amazed, he could see that the tricks used by Zimo were completely Confucian, but having such skills at this age was really amazing.

Shopkeeper Ding stroked his beard and muttered in a low voice: "This little guy is good, but he is neither a Mo family nor a cook, if he teaches him the method of solving the cow knife like this, it is still a little inappropriate, think about it and then make a decision." ”