It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Gao Zimu sat alone in the tea shop with a sad face.

The tea shop is very simple, with only a small hut built with thatch on the side of the road. The wind outside the hut carried the rain on his shirt, and the man came over to wipe the water stains on the table with a cloth and put a pot of tea.

Since he escaped from Shang Li's men and picked up a life, his good luck seemed to come to an end all at once.

The pickpockets on the street picked him out, and when he walked out into the street, out of nowhere, a flat pole would be stretched out and swept towards him very carelessly, and then someone would scream and crash into his arms. He would often inadvertently pour a basin of dirty water on a small building on the street and splash him. There happened to be a kind person next to him, who happened to have a rag in his hand, and walked forward with a smile on his face to ask for warmth, enthusiastically helped him remove half of the vegetable leaf on his shoulder, and then took the rag and touched him up and down.

As soon as I walked to a secluded place, someone knocked on the stick, although there were only three or five small thieves at a time, but this number of times was inevitably too much.

Gao Zimu felt the deep malice from the world, and he was almost about to collapse, and he even had to look around when he went to the thatched house like a toilet, and he hated to have a pair of eyes behind him.

Not to mention in the wilderness, the security of the Qin State seems to have collapsed overnight, and there are bandits everywhere, no matter which way you go, you will encounter thieves who cut the path. Fortunately, there is no ambiguity under his hands, there is no way to take Shang Li, it is more than enough to deal with a few thieves.

Gao Zimu is not a stupid person, and he vaguely feels that someone is messing with him.

Those thieves were just throwing stones to ask for directions, trying to weigh his weight, and the main owner was afraid that he was hiding in a dark place, and smiled coldly.

Gao Zimu picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of water, there was a peculiar smell in his hand, Gao Zimu frowned slightly, this tea is really inferior.

The poor countryside doesn't care about it, and when it feels dry in its mouth, it will be sent to its mouth. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the guy looking at this side, his heart moved, and then he recognized the smell, and was suddenly startled: "No, it's sweat medicine!" ”

Gao Zimu quietly put down the bowl: "Man, come here." ”

"Hey, what do you have to say?"

When the guy got closer, Gao Zimu stretched out his hand and grabbed the guy's collar, dragged it over and pressed it on the table, picked up the tea bowl on the side and slapped it directly on his head with a "pop".

The bowl was torn apart and scattered all over the ground, and the guy covered his forehead with a "whoosh", and blood flowed down his fingers.

The smell of sweat medicine is very light, this tea smells in your hand, I don't know how much sweat medicine is in it, it is almost thick into a paste.

Gao Zimu is angry, I really think I'm a fool, it's just a naked humiliation.

"Next time, remember the trick and shine a little brighter." Gao Zimu said viciously.

There were a few guests sitting in twos and threes in the tea shop, all of them were tall and strong men, and at this time, they all stood up and surrounded Gao Zimu, it turned out that they were all in a group.

The shopkeeper of the tea shop rushed out of the house with a knife in his hand, and shouted to everyone with a gloomy face: "Do it! "I'm going to come with a knife to the head.

Gao Zimu picked up the guy who was still screaming loudly, and went out towards the crowded place, followed the luck of his feet, kicked the table up, and the table slammed into the shopkeeper's body.

The shopkeeper fell out of the store with a rolling gourd, and the knife had long since fallen somewhere.

Looking at Gao Zimu again, like a tiger descending the mountain, he rushed forward and punched and kicked a group of thieves, and all the gloom of the past few days was vented at this moment.

These people are just ordinary bandits, where can they withstand Gao Zimu's beating like this, and after a while, they staggered and fell to the ground, crying and covering their broken bones with their faces, humming and chirping and unable to get up.

Gao Zimu took the sword on the table, stepped on the puddle and pressed towards the shopkeeper step by step.

The first few times the thieves escaped quickly and didn't catch them alive, this time since they got someone, they had to torture them well. But I saw a flash of soap-colored clothes not far away, and disappeared into the grove.

Since the main owner appeared, Gao Zimu couldn't care about these little feet anymore, so he abandoned the shopkeeper and chased after him.

The Xuantian Catalogue is divided into nine heavens, corresponding to the nine realms. From the first heaven to the ninth heaven, the more difficult it is to break through later, but it is not difficult to get started at the beginning.

Gao Zimu has been a well-known swordsman for a long time, he began to practice at the age of five, built a foundation at the age of nine, and has been practicing diligently for more than ten years, which can be described as a solid foundation, but it is a pity that he has been lacking opportunities for a long time and has not been able to break through. Obtaining the "Xuantian Catalogue" under the stormy meeting can be regarded as a matter of course, and it is easy to cultivate the first Xuantian.

He bears the hatred of the country and the family, knows that the future is thorny and bumpy, and after getting the "Xuantian Catalogue", he has not stopped cultivating for a day, and the emperor has finally lived up to his painstaking people, and at this time he has faintly touched the second heaven realm.

He used his body to move quickly through the trees, and the man in front of him was not weak, shaking his body like an ape, and quickly interspersed between the shadows of the trees.

Gao Zimu's body swept up out of thin air, as if it was blown by a gust of wind, and his toes gently bounced forward on the trunk of the tree.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and Gao Zimu unsheathed his long sword in the air, and a little cold light stabbed at the man's shoulder.

The sword flashed, and a long knife slashed diagonally at the blade, swinging his sword away. The man danced a sword flower to protect his body, crossed a few steps and turned to face Gao Zimu, and stood with a knife.

"Who are you?" Gao Zimu asked.

The appearance of the person in front of him was mediocre, and there was no trace of murderous aura on his body. Holding the murder weapon in his hand, it gives people the illusion that humans and animals are harmless, believing that as long as it blends into the crowd, it will fall into the sea like a drop of water and disappear without a trace in an instant.

"I am ......"

The man's voice was very muffled, Gao Zimu didn't hear it clearly, and asked again: "What did you say?" ”

"I said you ......"

Gao Zimu still didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help but take a step forward. When his left foot was raised in the air and his body leaned forward slightly, suddenly an alarm arose in his heart, and a flying knife appeared silently in front of him.

Before he had time to change the forward trend of his left foot, he simply leaned to the left, flashed the throwing knife, and watched as his eyes watched it slash against the tip of his nose and nail it to the tree behind him.

A long knife suddenly appeared on his left side, as if the knife had already been there, and he himself took his body and put it on the blade, and was about to cut him in two.

If it had been two months ago, he would have had to confess this time.

At this time, Gao Zimu's "Xuantian Catalogue" had already become a small success, and the reaction was almost twice as fast as before. Although it was dangerous, it was not panicked, and the sword in his right hand flipped sideways, and when it was not allowed to fire, it rested on the blade, making a crisp sound of "Zheng".

The man's fingers suddenly left the hilt, and the long knife took the intersection of the swords as the fulcrum, turned an arc strangely, and slashed diagonally at Gao Zimu's left leg, bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

Gao Zimu's painful teeth were so hung that he fell down. The sword in his hand swung sharply, and a ball of sword light danced in front of him.

The man couldn't find a chance, so he resolutely pulled back, stood still a foot away, and looked at him for a long time.

Gao Zimu staggered two steps, and finally stood firm, with great hatred in his heart. This is clearly a very clever assassin, and he must not be taken lightly.

Seeing that the man had his hands empty, he said in his heart: "Even the knife has been abandoned, you should have eaten me?" Believe it or not, the master will kill you in a while. Then I saw the man slowly pull out a short knife from behind his back, and his face turned dark.

The assassin glanced at the wound on his leg with satisfaction: "Acquaintance, hand over the treasure on your body, I can not kill you." The voice is clear, where is the ambiguity just now.

Sure enough, it was those words, Gao Zimu's heart tightened.

If the matter of "Xuantian Catalogue" has really been spread, do you have to keep fleeing like this? After thinking about it again, no, Shang Li can't be so big. "Xuantian Catalogue" is such a heavy treasure, it will arouse countless covetousness, even Shang Li can't handle it, and it is bound to not be publicized. It should just be that Shang Li's pursuit and killing of him came out, and people with a heart moved their minds and suspected that there was something important about themselves. And because Shang Li died on the way to chase and kill, they were afraid that they would have any hole cards or be with some powerful person, so they first sent a group of little minions to send them to death.

Gao Zimu was also a thoughtful person, and he could figure out the ins and outs of the matter with just one sentence from the assassin.

Trick him first: "What treasure, I have several treasures on me, I don't know which one you are talking about?" ”

The assassin's eyes flashed, and he replied, "I am also entrusted with people's money and property, so be happy and hand over everything on my body." ”

There was no one to hide, but the Assassin still didn't say what it was.

Thinking of this, Gao Zimu was also happy and worried, happy that this assassin really didn't know, and worried that this person was still not the main master, how much did the people behind the scenes know. Anyway, take down the person in front of you first and then make plans.

The rain was getting heavier again, and the clothes were wet and uncomfortable. Gao Zimu rolled up his wide sleeves and wrapped them around his hands, and the rain drooped down the long sword into a line of water. With a long laugh: "Win me, it's all yours." ”

The long sword shook and splashed a drop of water, ravaging it.

This time, Gao Zimu no longer kept his hand, and the "Xuantian Catalogue" was circulating with all its might, the spiritual power was full of sword light, and the sword intent was endless.

The assassin followed Gao Zimu all the way and observed him for a long time, although Gao Zimu was not weak, but he was at least seven points sure that he would win him by himself. At this time, Gao Zimu's explosive combat power greatly surprised him, and he was in a hurry for a while.

Suddenly, he saw Gao Zimu's long sword leave his hand and fly out behind him, and he was slightly stunned.

Catching a glimpse of the confusion flashing in the assassin's eyes, the corners of Gao Zimu's mouth turned up into a cold smile.

The sword swung in circles behind the Assassin and flew back, passing through his right shoulder as fast as lightning, slicing off his entire sword-wielding right arm.

The assassin staggered two steps back against his severed arm, his throat gurgling: "Swordsmith ......" What kind of monster did he provoke. His throat twitched, a trace of black blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the sky.

Gao Zimu took two steps forward to support his body and probed his nose with his hand. The poison under the stabbing agent was very violent, but he died of poison in a single breath.

He shook his head with a wry smile and laid the body flat on the ground, turning it up and down, finding nothing but some coins.

He wiped the blood from the Assassin's clothes with the coins and put them back in his pocket one by one. I have been on the run for several months, and the money on my body is almost gone, and although the money I found is not much, it is more or less a subsidy.

After a closer look at the two blades, it was not surprising that he could not find any useful information.

When I returned to the tea shop, it was already empty.

Gao Zimu rummaged through the house, found some money, and unceremoniously put it into his arms. He dried his clothes with firewood and hastily bandaged his wounds.

There is still some cooked food on the stove, I don't know if it has been drugged, and there is no dog or cat around to test the poison, so I don't want it after thinking about it.