A month later, he went to the official road of Peijing......

"Master, you haven't finished your story halfway through the last time......" A half-grown child stepped out of the carriage and tiptoed next to Zhao Ming, and said in a milky voice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhao Ming opened his eyes and looked at the child next to him, although the child was hungry and yellow, and his clothes were neatly arranged, and his words were sincere, it was obvious that although his family was poor, it was not an ordinary family of farmers, and it was estimated that his ancestors had also been high-ranking officials.

Zhao Ming smiled lightly and nodded.

He met this child halfway, and after staying in Suzhou for half a month, Zhao Ming set off for the next stop - Peijing.

After Zhao Ming cultivated the Seven Killing Sutras, he found a problem, that is, this divine skill was indispensable when cultivating, even if he relied on the pure energy obtained from the Great Yan Secret Treasure to push his cultivation to the innate peak, it would be difficult to break through the human immortals in the future, so Zhao Ming thought about it and finally decided to go to the Great Song Capital at this time. Peijing, in fact, Peijing is still relatively familiar with him, he also stayed in the capital for a long time when he first debuted, and at this moment he still has the waist card of the head catcher of the silver medal of the six doors, but now I don't know if it is useful, of course, the most likely thing is that he has been included in the ranks of 'strong man sacrifice'.

Zhao Ming is no longer prepared to take on the shadow-like role of catching heads in the six doors when he goes to the capital this time, what he needs to cultivate is the bloody qi, where can he get enough bloody qi? The battlefield is the best choice, and the killing god Bai Qi also chose to join the army to obtain enough bloody qi for his own cultivation, Zhao Ming naturally will not let go of this best choice.

Originally, Zhao Ming went all the way to the capital and rode a horse on the pipeline alone, but at the moment the situation in the Great Song Dynasty was turbulent, and the people were even more unhappy, and the mountain bandits on the official road naturally became more and more, Zhao Ming did not go far before he met three gangs of bandits, and they were all poor people who were forced to be helpless and couldn't go on to get through this step, both troublesome and no family background, which made Zhao Ming tireless, and finally met this caravan to the capital, and after thinking about it, he pinned his trust in this caravan, so that those little bandits of three or two people did not dare to take the lead to ask for trouble, and the big bandits would naturally go to look at the caravan's escort, saving Zhao Ming a lot of trouble.

And this little boy was really on a carriage next to him after he joined the caravan, at first I saw a bald monk riding a tall horse living next to them, and the little boy didn't even dare to stick his head out, and then the little boy was not so afraid of Zhao Ming, so he often ran over to play with Zhao Ming despite his mother's persuasion, especially like to listen to Zhao Ming's stories......

Zhao Ming looked at the little boy with a longing face, and then looked up at the apologetic young woman on the carriage, Zhao Ming chuckled, beckoned to the little boy to sit opposite him, and said softly: "Where did we talk last time......?" It's the Monkey King's three fights against the white bone spirit, right......"

"Yes, yes, yes, that is, Sun Wukong beat the white bone spirit three times, the master said that the Monkey King beat the girl who was changed by the white bone spirit to death with a stick, and the white bone spirit fled, but Sun Wukong was scolded by his master there......"

Hearing the little boy's anxious look, Zhao Ming smiled and said softly: " It is said that the Monkey King beat the girl who was transformed into a white bone spirit to death with a stick, but the white bone spirit did not connect to the transformed body and left together, the girl's corpse was indeed a real person, but it was controlled by the white bone spirit, this white bone spirit was afraid of the golden hoop stick of the Monkey King and fled immediately after receiving a stick, and the girl's corpse remained in place, this scene was seen by Sun Wukong's master Tang Seng, where can Tang Zhenren with compassion see his apprentice 'beating people'? After the reproach, he saw that Sun Wukong still didn't admit it, so he recited the mantra that Guanyin Bodhisattva handed over to him, and the sound of the mantra was tightened, Sun Wukong suddenly felt that the golden hoop he was wearing on his head was getting tighter and tighter, even the bronze head and iron brain of Monkey King were strangled by this golden hoop, and Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, immediately rolled to the ground and kept rolling and begging for mercy......"

Time flies, Zhao Ming gave the little boy the story of the Monkey King, and the little boy's eyes were full of golden light, and he wished that he was a member of the road to the west.

Just after Zhao Ming had spoken a few more chapters, the caravan seemed to have finished its rest and was ready to continue leaving, and the boy's mother, who had been watching this side in the carriage, also shouted: "Junyi, don't disturb the master's rest, come back......"

When the little boy heard his mother's voice, he glanced at Zhao Ming with some reluctance, and said, "Master, I'll come tomorrow to listen to the master's story......

Zhao Ming nodded with a smile when he heard the little boy's words.

The little boy glanced at Zhao Ming with some nostalgia, turned back to the carriage, and the little boy's mother on the carriage got out of the way and let the little boy in, and then glanced apologetically at Zhao Ming and got in......

"It's been more than a month, and I should be able to arrive in Peijing tomorrow......" Riding on the horse, Zhao Ming's thoughts couldn't help but move.

Just when Zhao Ming was thinking about it, he suddenly felt the feeling of water drops on his face, which made Zhao Ming take his thoughts back at once, raised his head and looked at the sky, the sky that was still clear was already cloudy at the moment, and it was obvious that this was the prelude to a downpour......

Zhao Ming shook his head helplessly, and didn't care, at his point, even if it rained heavily, as long as he didn't want the rain, don't think about it, but now that he is joining this caravan, if those people see that they are not wet at all after a downpour, it is estimated that they will have other ideas, then Zhao Ming will not be low-key if he wants to be low-key.

"Fortunately, it's only one day away, it seems that I'm going to be on my way the next day......" Thinking of this, Zhao Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Master, master, it's going to rain outside......"

Just when Zhao Ming was thinking about whether to leave now, a shout came from behind him, and he was still shouting at him, Zhao Ming looked stunned, and turned his head to look over there in confusion......

Seeing this, Zhao Ming smiled and didn't care, and got up and got on his horse to keep up with the caravan that had already set off......