"This master, you are polite."

After taking a turn in the public area of Shaolin Temple, Zhao Bo found a monk who knew the guest.

"The donor is polite, the poor monk is not worthy of the master, the poor monk believes in the treasure, the donor has anything to say."

The monk hurriedly said, the title of master can not be accepted indiscriminately, in the Shaolin Temple, only the elders and hosts are qualified to be called masters.

"Master Xinbao, I want to ask, don't you know if there are two masters in Shaolin Temple, Tianbao and Junbao?"

Zhao Bo asked, although he knew that the monk could not be a master, but he was not to blame for many people, and only after saying good things did he have the opportunity to inquire about things.

"Oh, the donor is talking about Tianbao and Junbao, of course there is, does the donor know them?"

Zhike Monk asked, everyone is from the same generation, of course Zhike Monk knows Tianbao and Junbao.

"Oh, I don't know, I just heard about it."

Zhao Bo got the news of Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, and knew that the two of them had not been expelled from the division.

After knowing the news of Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, Zhao Bo left the Shaolin Temple, and after going down the mountain, Zhao Bo was a little distressed, although he knew the time, but what he was going to do now.

If you follow the past habits, you should settle down and then concentrate on practicing martial arts, but now you don't have much money on you, and your identity in this world is not very good, you can only say that you are a rich family, but you don't have much money left, and you need to find a place to settle down as soon as possible.

After a while, he couldn't think of any good way, so Zhao Bo came to the nearby town, which should be the place where Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao settled after going down the mountain.

found an inn casually, Zhao Bo rested first and then said, Zhao Bo still has to think about making money, if he doesn't have any plan, how much money he makes will be robbed.

"Have you inquired clearly? Which way did the convoy of tax silver go? ”

At night, when Zhao Bo was meditating and practicing internal strength, he suddenly heard the voice next door, Zhao Bo was clever, could someone have the idea of paying taxes?

Zhao Bo immediately pushed the window out, and lightly came to the next window, where he listened more carefully, poked the paper on the window a little, and looked inside, there were five or six men there.

"Don't worry, I've already inquired clearly, it's still the original way, then Liu Jin thinks that no one dares to rob his tax money, then let him know how powerful our brother is."

One of the men said that Liu Jin was the eunuch of the town here, and that he had powers comparable to that of the emperor in this place, and that he could raise armies and set up taxes, and that no one else could order him except the emperor, and the same was true in other places.

"Are the others ready, since Liu Jin wants to transport tax silver, he will definitely send heavy troops."

Someone asked, Zhao Bo also pricked up his ears, sure enough, there were other people, otherwise there would be five or six people to rob the tax silver, unless they were all peerless masters, otherwise, they would definitely go to deliver food.

"It's all ready, they are all refugees who can't survive, as long as they can rob the tax money, they have a chance to live."

The man just now immediately said, of course he was ready for this.

Zhao Bo frowned, he was actually using refugees, the beginning of the fall of a dynasty was the emergence of refugees, it can be said that the Chinese people are the most patient people in the world, as long as they have a bite to eat, they will never rebel.

But all rebellions, it is because there is no way to live, since not rebelling is death, rebellion is also death, why not fight, rob, plunder, you can always eat a bite of food.

After knowing these people's plans, Zhao Bo decided to come to the black and eat the black, the tax silver is definitely a lot, and grabbing a part of it is enough to live here for himself until he leaves this world.

The next day, Zhao Bo quietly followed the people next door to leave the town, and when he arrived outside the town, Zhao Bo hid in the woods, hanging these people from a distance, and at the same time covering his face with a cloth, he had to live a good life for a while, but he could not reveal his identity.

In a forest path, those men went into the forest, Zhao Bo followed on the treetops, there were many people squatting in the woods, they looked skinny, carrying wooden sticks in their hands, as if it was a beggar gang assembly, there were very few people with iron weapons in their hands, and the iron tools were only axes for chopping wood or hoes on the ground, not even a decent weapon, I am afraid that the only advantage is their admission of defeat, I am afraid that there are thousands of people who are pressed by this woo.

Zhao Bo hid on the trunk of the tree, blocked himself with leaves, waited for these people to start their actions, and then saw the opportunity to attack again, this was the first time he had been a robber, and he didn't know what it was like to be a robber.

Soon, at one end of the road, a group of soldiers came with flags, and in the middle of the procession, there were several large carts, all with boxes on them, and from the ruts, it was clear that these boxes were not light.

The group of soldiers slowly entered the encirclement below, and as soon as they heard a whistle, the refugees threw out the wooden sticks in their hands, which were pointed at one end and were completely simple javelins, although the lethality was not as good as that of iron weapons, but so many javelins were thrown out with the same power.

Originally, this group of soldiers was very scattered, and the sudden attack of these refugees left them defenseless, and many of them were stabbed by wooden javelins, and dozens of people fell down in an instant, and more than a hundred people were hit in the arms and legs, and they also lost their combat effectiveness.

"Kill!"

As soon as the men at the head raised their arms, the refugees rushed to the frame of the car guarded by the soldiers with wooden guns.

"If you dare to rob the tax money, you are tired of living, kill them all for me."

When the pacification envoy who escorted the tax silver saw these refugees, he smiled disdainfully and let his elite attack them.

The elite of the pacification envoy were carefully selected strong men, and although they were only a hundred men, they rushed into the midst of the refugees like tigers descending from the mountains.

When the people led by the tax silver robber saw these elite soldiers, they immediately brought some people up to stop them, and they couldn't let them kill all the people, otherwise the tax silver would not be robbed, and their own lives would be lost here, and the rest of the people would continue to besiege those soldiers.

The number of refugees was superior, and they also struck first, catching the officers and men by surprise, and some of the refugees increased their advantage even more after snatching the weapons of the officers and men.

Zhao Bo has been watching the battle situation, these people really have a little level of robbing tax silver, and they can actually block the elite of the officers and soldiers, while the remaining ordinary officers and soldiers are slowly being eaten away, although the refugees have died a lot, but they still maintain the advantage of numbers.