Unconsciously.

Yang Yi had already reached the gentle terrain north of the mountainous peaks in the southeast of Luzhou.

There are no more undulating hills with rugged slopes.

In comparison, the county towns here are much larger than those built on the banks of the ancient river, which are built in the mountains.

The lower roads in the mountains are staggered.

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

Some pedestrians on the road or merchants riding carriages all had strange expressions on their faces when they saw Yang Yi's figure, and they really couldn't figure out why a little baby who looked like a human would look like a beggar.

Yang Yi at this time.

It can be said that there was no rest at all during the nearly month-long trip.

Not even the eyes of the time.

Now it has long since condensed, and it is covered with a layer of impurities that no one can describe.

The black sleeves were not just scratched and torn a few big holes somewhere, but Yang Yi didn't take it seriously at all.

The skin is half darker than a month ago, the contours of the face tend to be clearer, the bags under the eyes are darker, and there is no energy at all.

It's like a murderous corpse dragging its stiff body aimlessly and slowly moving forward, its eyes are empty and blank, and it doesn't pay attention to the passers-by on both sides who steal their gaze.

Many people trembled when they saw this scene, and subconsciously stayed away.

Some passers-by with children covered the children's eyes, lowered their heads and said something, the child's immature face nodded, and followed the rapid walk of his parents, for fear that Yang Yi would suddenly make something wrong here and harm them to the pond fish.

The shopkeeper of the shop tavern along the way saw Yang Yi coming from a distance and hurriedly ran into the store.

It didn't take long for a man with a strong figure and thick eyebrows and big eyes to stare at Yang Yi viciously.

This physique alone is enough to scare away a bunch of ruffians who have nothing to do.

And Yang Yi didn't look sideways at all, dragging his weak figure and limping towards the end of the path.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to the fact that there is such a No. 1 thug in the store, otherwise it would be a bit of a headache for this teenager who looks like a madman making trouble in their store.

When the shop owner came back, he found that he didn't make a lot of money, but the store was smashed and didn't look like a man, and he had to be angry with himself.

Yang Yi was confused at this time, his mind was dazed, he could only lift his feet slowly forward mechanically, and even his hands could only hang on the sides of his body, and he wanted to lift it but found that he had no strength at all.

To be honest, it is a miracle that Yang Yi can still walk now.

Since being put in the hands of the author's old dog's time and space backtracking.

For nearly a month, I hardly ate, drank, or slept on the trip, and I didn't travel every day and every night.

If this is put on a normal person, it is estimated that it will kill in three days.

It is clear that he intends to completely drain his body functions.

This is the same as when Yang Yi was in retreat at the Yang family in Tianshi City, he didn't eat or drink for half a month.

The only difference is that this time it's more of a physical exertion.

The mountains and mountains are steep, and the consumption of the body has reached the extreme.

Yang Yi can be said to be just hanging his last breath and holding his body on this road.

Of course.

Yang Yi couldn't wait to spit out this breath quickly.

It's a pity that the author Lao Gou didn't give Yang Yi this chance at all.

Yang Yi vomited vigorously, and the author stuffed hard.

There was a stalemate for a while, and the whole thing was such a half-dead posture now.

Yang Yi said viciously in his heart: "Author, old dog, are you a girl, you only know that I don't give you a pleasure if you torture your grandfather?"

Then he spat on the ground fiercely, and with all his strength, he stretched out a hand and smashed it at the trunk of the tree at his side.

The thick tree didn't react, but it was a tingling afferent on Yang Yi's weak fist.

Yang Yi finally couldn't support it anymore, and leaned against the trunk of the tree, panting heavily.

Suddenly, I glanced upwards and saw a person looking at the same person, and after looking at each other, the treetop figure staggered down.

Thump!

"Oops!"

A figure like a kite with a broken string fell from the treetops, kicking up bursts of dust and rushing towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi didn't close his eyes, just frowned slightly, still panting, not caring about the dust in the sky.

I'm afraid I'll live a little longer.

The young man who fell from the treetops stroked the back of his head in pain, one eye closed, and the other eye opened slightly, looking up and down at Yang Yi, who was more miserable than him.

"Hah...... Haha, that, am I ...... Excuse me. The young man smiled, and seeing that Yang Yi didn't even mean to speak, he happily closed his mouth.

Yang Yi saw that on the side of this young man, who was also in rags, there was actually a long wooden knife.

It looks like the texture is just some bargains sold for children in a roadside shop, and it is not worth a few dollars.

But on the wooden knife, there was not a trace of impurities and dust, which was in stark contrast to the mess on the young man's body.

"Who are you?" Yang Yi said, leaning against the trunk of the tree and looking at the young man sitting on the ground.

The young man's originally somewhat depressed aura changed suddenly, he suddenly got up from the ground, picked up the wooden long knife on his side, patted the dust and pinned it to the belt around his waist, wiped the tip of the pen with his fingers and said: "Contemptible people never leave their names when they walk the rivers and lakes, and they never ask for anything to help each other when they see unevenness, but since you asked, brother, I will reluctantly tell you, I am a knife man, the people in the rivers and lakes are called Luzhou small knife man, walking in the rivers and lakes with a knife in the waist, since entering the rivers and lakes so far I have rarely met opponents, so my brother just calls me ...... Well, I'll think about it later. ”

The young man's originally spitting expression suddenly looked a little embarrassed, and the whole person fell silent for a moment.

With his hands around his chest, he rubbed his chin with one hand, and stomped on the ground rhythmically with his left foot outstretched, as if he was thinking about something that had not moved for a long time.

Yang Yi was stunned by this guy's incessant words, and looked up and down at this self-proclaimed Luzhou knifeman, dressed shabby, with a pair of broken shoes and toes hugging outside, and the trousers were high and low, obviously forcibly torn off by something, and the sleeves were even more torn than Yang Yi.

said that he has rarely met opponents in the rivers and lakes of Luzhou so far, even if Yang Yi has not seen much of the market outside Lingzhou.

But in the end, he still came into contact with Huang Gongwang, the city lord of Huaiyang City, and the palace master of the Dragon Palace.

And those monsters that are similar to those who are about to turn into dragons have more or less seen one or two of them with good strength, and each of them is a fierce and evil god-like existence.

But this guy in front of him, isn't it possible to fight all over the world with just one mouth?

Yang Yi said loudly: "It's rare to meet an opponent, just rely on your Bing Breaking Knife?" I laughed. ”

The young man was immediately unhappy when he heard Yang Yi say this, and then looked up and down at Yang Yi, who had the same tattered sleeves as him, lifted the clean wooden knife on his waist that was wiped by him, and retorted: "Hey, what do you know, this Bingdao is a partner who was born and died with me, do you know how energetic it is to break into the den of bandits with one person and one knife, I ...... at that time."

Yang Yi listened to the young man's spit talk about the feat of breaking the knife that was once worthless, and he was a little amused in his heart.

Is this a treat of knives as life.

But it's just a broken wooden knife, why bother.

Yang Yi remembered Fan Zhimao, who had almost killed himself in Huaiyang City.

This person is completely in stark contrast to Fan Zhimao.

Fan Zhimao practiced swordsmanship, but he was tired of playing with swords, so he changed his taste.

And this person regards the knife as a partner more important than his own life, just listening to his tone of the knife, you know that he is probably a market boy who has not seen much of the world.

Yang Yi is different from him.

Although Yang Yi looked very embarrassed now, he was once the eldest son of the highest-ranking clan in Tianshi City.

Before being expelled from the family, he had also been influenced by the vision of a wealthy family, and he knew more than some ordinary people in the market.

Of course.

Just a little bit.

Yang Yi didn't want to learn these boring things at all, and when he had nothing to do, he would take some former playmates to trek through mountains and rivers together, making a fuss.

So.

Yang Yi didn't want to meet this guy in general.

And this person's origin is unknown, even inexplicable, and the ghost knows if the author's old dog is secretly planning some unguardable actions behind his back.