Ruyi Town of the Yellow River.

The Yellow River, symbolizing the unique highest totem of the Chinese nation, spirals and winds like a giant dragon and takes off, and the momentum of the Yellow River is like coming from the sky, rolling yellow sand, surging river, galloping magnificent, majestic and mighty.

On the side of such a big river, a delicate town seems to be dotted on the Yellow River, like the eye of the dragon, and like the momentum of the Yellow River, so it is called Ruyi Town.

There is a large wooden building at the entrance of the town, and the antique lanterns hang in the night sky, even from a long distance, you can clearly see the words printed on the lanterns - Longmen Inn.

In the midst of this place, there really is nothing more apt than the name.

Five carriages and three donkey carts were parked in the corridor, and Zhang He and the fat man had already entered the hall on the first floor of the inn, ordered a plate of beef, a few baskets of steamed buns, and two pots of wine to eat and drink.

The day's rush was particularly hard, the two brothers divided the labor, the fat man led the horse in the front, Zhang He drove the horse in the back, the sun along the way seemed to be infected with poison, spicy and irritable.

The fat man had already been sunburned, and it wasn't until now that he was sitting in the inn eating and drinking, and he sighed: "I can't imagine that it is so hard to be a professional player." ”

Zhang He smiled: "In fact, it is hard to do any line, as long as you put your heart into it, you will feel hard, but you will also feel that it is worth it." ”

Zhang He was also choked by the sun today, but the fat man looked at Zhang He gratefully, he knew that with Zhang He's current level and realm, he didn't bother to do these small tasks at all, but he still ran to do it himself.

Not for anything else, just to help yourself, this is not just to help yourself in "Dynasty", but more to solve your own livelihood problems in reality.

Looking at Zhang He's casual expression, a warm current rose in the fat man's heart.

He and Zhang He have also been together for several months, and he found that he never knew Zhang He well enough, not because he didn't know enough about him, but because he never knew his friends.

In the past, he put all his enthusiasm into his girlfriend and made his girlfriend happy, and he felt that when his girlfriend was happy, he felt happy.

But what about friends?

A friend never needs you to please him, and he will not come to please you, but as long as you are alone, when you need someone by your side, your friend will always appear without hesitation.

He has neither passion nor rhetoric, but you can feel it, he doesn't need this, don't ask him why, he doesn't have why, because he is not your friend for anything, but is using you, just like Zhang He, as long as you understand this, you are even willing to be used by him.

"Brother, I toast you." The fat man couldn't help but think with tears in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that he was a very easily touched person.

Is this because he just fell out of love?

People in lovelorn are always fragile and easily moved.

It's a pity that as soon as he lifted his cup, someone outside shouted: "There are thieves, there are thieves, there are thieves in the corridor, there are people, guest officer, someone is stealing your carriage......"

Zhang He's expression moved, and he put down the cup: "Look, the carriage is over there." ”

Of course, he was not worried that someone would come to rob his carriage, what was there to rob eight carts of wood? It's worthless.

But the fat man rushed out and saw that he was on fire, he was not angry, but on fire, completely on fire: your grandmother's, what kind of world is this? Is there really someone who is coming to grab the carriage, and you are also robbing the wood? Is there any reason for this?

I saw a few black shadows swaying in the corridor, and looking through the lights of the inn, three men in black were untying the reins of five carriages in the night.

"Bastard, let me go!" The fat man was furious, and pounced on it with his mace.

The fat man's pounce was not only level, but also level, he did not hit people, but threw the mace directly at the roof beam of the upper room on the verandah.

But the porches of all such ordinary inns are thatched houses, and the roofs are all supported by wood, and where can the fragile wood support the impact of the mace.

As soon as the roof ridge was broken, the corridor collapsed for a while, and several black-clothed people were caught off guard and were hit by weeds and wood.

The fat man couldn't help laughing: "A bunch of thieves! ”

Zhang He secretly covered his face, you don't know that the inn is a public facility, and you have to pay for breaking things.

Of course the fat man knows, but he is this kind of surname, you don't say that he smashed you a horse corridor, as long as he is happy, it is not uncommon for him to dismantle this Longmen Inn into three no products.

Although the fat man's 2 turns can't be compared with Zhang He's before, but in the end, the opposition players who are trying to survive in the rivers and lakes have good combat experience, and they have suffered losses for so long, how to deal with the thieves? The fat man knew a lot in his heart, so as soon as he rushed into the porch, he didn't pick up a weapon, but smashed people with his fists.

Knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, and the momentum will scare the other party first, everyone understands.

The men in black were really shocked, turned around and ran to the corner of the backyard.

Zhang He stared at all this intently, and the real power of his fatter man is that he can see the clues from the details.

Sure enough, these black-clothed men seemed to be fleeing in embarrassment, but in fact, they were light and steady, and they were by no means ordinary horse thieves.

"Be careful!" Zhang He shouted.

The fat man was startled and stopped decisively.

When I looked up again, I saw that the dark night suddenly brightened, and seven or eight cold lights came from mid-air.

The fat man showed his unique skills, and suddenly fell down on his back, and his fat body rolled on the ground like a ball.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Sparks splashed on the ground, and seven or eight cross-darts were embedded in the bluestone floor.

"Good!" Zhang He sincerely admired, the fat man's movements were not watched, and they were ugly, and even a little clumsy, but they were practical and effective.

Good martial arts should be like this, not to be seen, but to be used.

Although Zhang He was admiring, the fat man was sour, his trick was called "Fat Pig Roll", or the nickname that Xiao Lingling gave him when he laughed at him, and when he used it at the moment, he would inevitably remember it sadly.

The fat man was so stunned, Zhang Heman thought that the other party would turn around and attack again.

The four men in black did send out a second round of hidden weapons, but instead of hitting the fat man, they nailed them to the three donkeys.

"Woo-"

The donkey's buttocks were inserted with cross-darts, and a string of "―50" damage values appeared, which showed that the other party had grasped the strength and obviously did not want to kill the donkey.

But the donkeys were frightened, and they raised their hooves and rushed out of the stable.

As soon as the donkey rushed out, the cart was also pulled out, and even Zhang He couldn't figure out why for this change, but he quickly figured it out.

Just as the donkey rushed to the gate halfway through, more than a dozen black shadows descended from the two verdant pine trees next to it, and their movements were amazingly fast.

The black shadow swayed, and the sword flashed.

After a few "dangdang" sounds, the base of the large wooden box embedded in the cart was cut off by a long knife, and more than a dozen black shadows flew up again.

Zhang He and the fat man saw clearly that these black-clothed people were in a group of four, each with a long knife and a rope in their hands, and there was a shining hook at the other end of the rope, which were hooked to the four feet of the three large wooden boxes, and followed the four people to rise into the air.

Looking at it from afar, it is really a breeze in the dark night, and immortals flying outside the sky.

To be honest, Zhang He also had to sigh at the good cooperation of these people, first strikingly to lure away the fat man, and then waiting for the opportunity to attack the donkey cart, although the three boxes of wood on the donkey cart are not worth much, but this does not mean that Zhang He will allow you to rob so blatantly.

"Leave it for me!" Jang Hyuk finally moved.

Today's Xiao Zhang's strength is extraordinary, and with the profound background of the 4th turn and the many supreme grandmaster-level martial arts, this sweeping trend is even more amazing.

There were originally a lot of soy sauce players around the inn, but at this moment, in the eyes of these players, Zhang He, the originally polite painter, suddenly swept away, tiptoe on the pine branch, and the whole person floated into the night sky like a kite, floating upside down like a willow leaf on the flying wooden box.

"Walking on the Song" itself is light and wonderful, and now, under the urging of the light skill of the Miaohua Realm, each step of these two steps flies out nearly twenty meters away, which is simply breathtaking.

may be in the eyes of many laymen, Zhang He is like using a clever light skill like "Tianxian Crossing", in fact, this is the effect of a strong martial arts foundation.

Therefore, the martial arts in "Dynasty" are not good or bad in itself, but in its heritage, the level of cultivation, the realm of birth, and the degree of proficiency, the quality of each factor determines its effect, it can be said that there is no strongest, only stronger.

Zhang He's ascension into the air was even more terrifying than the group of black-clothed people just now, many people obviously saw that one second he was still looking up on the ground, and the next quarter of an hour he was standing on the wooden box and flying-four black-clothed people seemed to be pulling him to fly.

"Are you poor and crazy? Timber also to be grabbed? Zhang He obviously didn't know the inside story, and he didn't have murderous intentions, but he really couldn't understand the strange thing of "even robbing wood".

This group of black-clothed people was conceited and skillful, but when they saw Zhang He standing on the wooden box unconsciously, they couldn't help but change their faces.

"Stop!" Jang Hyuk roared.

What answered him was four long knives, which stabbed from the four directions of southeast, south, and north, trying to stab Zhang He to death on the box in an "embattled" way.

But Zhang He stomped his feet, and the wooden box was stepped on by "Gravel Foot", and it fell apart with a bang, and five people fell down in mid-air at the same time.

The wooden box is the kind of rattan box, which is not strong in the first place, where can it withstand the trampling of such a realm and level of "Gravel Foot"? Not only was the box broken, but the white birch essence inside was also broken piece by piece.

I saw smoke and dust, sawdust all over the sky, and the sky above the inn yard seemed to be snowing.

When the fat man saw this scene, he was so distressed that tears were about to fall out, he was not only distressed by these woods, but also by his own hard work, because these woods were obtained by him desperately, and they were annihilated by Zhang He with such a light kick.

Of course, he didn't blame Zhang He, but vented his anger on this group of black-clothed thieves.

"You bastards!" The fat man picked up the mace and went on again.

(To be continued)