Leaving the sacrificial square of Flying Dragon City, he walked for most of the night, and when it was almost dawn, Cheng Hao turned around and went down the official road, choosing a remote path to continue westward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Cheng Hao, who knew that he was in trouble, came to the bank of a stream, and took off the bloodstained robe on his body, which could no longer be seen with a blue-gray background, and wanted to wash it, but he couldn't wash it at all.

After being stunned for a while, he simply pulled his hands together, tore the long shirt into strands of cloth, and wrapped the dark red stick again.

Just wearing a close-fitting coarse white cloth gown and shorts, Cheng Hao was on the road again.

In fact, there is no accurate destination in Cheng Hao's heart. After recovering from his injuries this time, he didn't mean to go to Flying Dragon City, but just wanted to find a larger city to participate in the once-in-a-decade Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

Therefore, now Cheng Hao's mind is still thinking of finding a large city and experiencing the grand occasion of the ten-year festival in person.

Seeing that the once-in-a-decade ceremony of sacrificing heaven is coming in five days, to be honest, Cheng Hao is still very yearning in his heart. When I was a child, I always heard the adults say how the sacrificial ceremony was solemn and solemn, and when I was eight years old, I caught up with it once, but because the family was poor, my father and mother just led their sisters and brothers to the county seat to have a look, and returned to Rising Sun Village on the same day. The scene at that time, the memory that remains in Cheng Hao's mind is not very clear now.

Walking down the deserted path, when he finally came across a slightly larger market town, although there was not much money left in the purse given by Jia Langzhong in Hongyi County, Cheng Hao still found a ready-to-wear store and bought a short-cut coat of the cheapest old blue cloth to wear on his body.

And in order not to let people see that he was carrying a stick on his shoulder, he also specially found a blacksmith shop and bought a pig iron spear head to wrap around the end of the stick. At first glance, it looks like a spear instead of a club.

"Boy, Lao Tzu has a stick method here, do you want to learn it?"

"Yes. ”

Hearing the hoarse voice that had not made a sound for most of the day, Cheng Hao agreed without thinking.

"Then you beg Lao Tzu. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Hao flipped the stick on his shoulders and dressed up as a long gun, and finally held back because he was worried that the head of the gun would be thrown off. However, he didn't say anything more, but chose to hurry in a muffled voice.

After a long time, I couldn't help it with my hoarse voice.

"Boy, it seems that you don't want to learn it, you know, Lao Tzu's stick method is the coiling dragon stick method of the Megatron Immortal Realm back then. ”

Immortal realm, bah, if you can really go to the immortal realm, why are you trapped in this stick, and now there is only a half-dead soul left?

Cheng Hao just slandered, but still didn't say anything.

"Boy, don't you believe me?"

"If you nag again, believe it or not, I'll throw you out?"

After that, Cheng Hao had already taken the stick off his shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I'll just shut up. Don't regret it, boy. ”

To be honest, Cheng Hao really wants to learn. In several fights, he waved his stick indiscriminately, and if he knew how to use the stick, he would not have been hit by arrows repeatedly. Perhaps, my sister will not use her body to block the arrow and die for herself. However, before figuring out the origin of the stick, Cheng Hao said that he could not cancel the life and death contract that he had inadvertently signed.

Until it was completely dark, although he could see at night and did not feel very tired, Cheng Hao still habitually found a shelter in the wilderness, and stopped half-sitting and half-lying with a stick.

Just when Cheng Hao was in a daze and seemed to wake up from sleep, the hoarse voice came from his head again. But this time, I didn't say any nonsense, but a stick mantra. Cheng Hao couldn't help but concentrate on listening.

With Cheng Hao's ability to never forget, he only needs to listen to it once and already remember it in his mind.

I didn't feel sleepy anymore, pulled out the fake gun head wrapped around the end of the stick, untied the strip of cloth on the stick, meditated in my heart about the stick formula I had just memorized, and learned one move at a time.

By dawn, Cheng Hao happened to rehearse from beginning to end. Although it is not clear how powerful this so-called "Megatron Immortal Realm" "Coiling Dragon Stick Method" is, it must not be bad from the performance of sweating profusely after just practicing it.

"Thank you. ”

"Whew. ”

In this way, he hurried during the day and practiced the dragon stick method at night, and inadvertently came to the capital city - outside the south gate of the open heaven city on the afternoon of the fourth day after leaving the Flying Dragon City.

From afar, I saw a bustling crowd of people queuing up to enter and exit the city gates, as well as the brightly armored defenders at the city gates. Moreover, nearly 100 soldiers were divided into two teams and were carefully checking the passers-by one by one.

"Boy, they're looking for you. ”

Cheng Hao asked himself in his heart.

When they got some distance closer, they were almost standing behind the crowd of onlookers, and when they looked at it, there was a notice posted on the wall outside the city gate. Without looking closely at the content of the notice, just the humanoid pattern painted on it, Cheng Hao believed the words of the hoarse voice. Although it is not very similar, it is indeed the painting of itself, especially the carrying of a stick on his shoulder, which is his own unique characteristic.

Just when Cheng Hao glanced at the content of the notice and wanted to turn away, the humanoid pattern on the notice changed significantly in front of everyone's eyes. The pattern of flowing black hair slowly emerged on the top of the head, with a tuft of hair about three inches straight and erect.

The crowd of onlookers was shocked by this shocking change that happened in front of them, and they prostrated themselves to the ground one after another, and kowtowed respectfully as they called "Lord Tenjin".

"Quack, quack, quack. Boy, you've become a birdman. ”

As the hoarse voice in his head made a fuss and laughter, Cheng Hao also felt his scalp tighten. Subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and on the sacrificial square outside Feilong City that night, a handful of very hard hair grew out at the location of an inexplicable drop of water. Indeed, as the hoarse voice said, it resembles a handful of feathers rising from the head of some kind of bird.

The comparison between the two is exactly the same as the graphics on the notice.

Although I really wanted to press down the hair that suddenly appeared like a bird's feather, or simply pull it out, Cheng Hao tried it, but he couldn't do it at all. Since the handful of newly grown hair was so hard that it was impossible to press it. And after pulling it out twice, it hurt so much that Cheng Hao's tears fell, but he didn't pull out any of them. As a last resort, Cheng Hao turned around and was about to leave.

However, he had already been discovered. In particular, the soldiers at the gate of the city who were checking the passers-by were shouting, and dozens of people were already chasing after them with weapons.

"Demon, look, the demon that angered the gods is coming. ”

can only pull out his feet and run wildly, Cheng Hao doesn't dare to cause trouble at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Mr. who has been listening to books since he was a child said that there are countless royal forest troops exclusive to the emperor in the imperial city, and they are the most capable of fighting in the world. No matter who it is or what army it is fighting with, it can only end up being slaughtered.