A few days later, it was still a hut in the woods, and the water flowed in front of it, and a figure sat on a boulder beside the river. This person has a jade-like face and a coarse linen dress, but he can't hide his floating temperament at all. Sitting by the river, he was like a mountain cultivator, with an ethereal fairy aura.

The sun kept rising, and the golden sunlight shone on his body, like a god. At this moment, this beautiful scene was broken, and a woman about fifteen or sixteen years old ran towards Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting cross-legged by the river. This person ran closer to see that she was wearing the same coarse linen clothes as Zhao Zhijing, her eyes were filled with crystal tears at this time, and her white little face was full of tears.

Zhao Zhijing opened his closed eyes, looked at the girl in front of him with concern and said: "Xin Ting, who made you angry, tell your brother, brother will help you beat them?" This young woman is the one who rescued Zhao Zhijing from the mountains and forests, these days Zhao Zhijing already knows that the place where he is is not far from Zhongdu, this woman named Zhao Xinting saw Zhao Zhijing who was in a coma when she went up the mountain to hunt, so she slowly carried him from the mountains to his home and took care of him carefully. This person can be said to be Zhao Zhijing's life-saving benefactor.

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's gentle words, Zhao Xinting stopped crying, but the tears in her big eyes still kept flowing, and she said in a sobbing voice: "Brother, the bandits from Erlong Mountain are here again, there is no food and money in the village, but they don't listen, they want to kill people, brother, I'm so afraid!" After speaking, Zhao Xinting threw herself into Zhao Zhijing's chest and cried continuously, and crystal tears continued to drip from her eyes, staining the clothes on Zhao Zhijing's chest.

After listening to Zhao Xinting's words, Zhao Zhijing gently patted her back with his hand, and his eyes flashed with a strong evil aura, this girl who saved herself is like a happy angel on weekdays, although sometimes she is a little naughty, but she is also the treasure in Zhao Zhijing's heart.

In the previous life, Zhao Zhijing also had such a little sister, the two depended on each other, at this time, Zhao Xinting was like a projection of his sister in this world, and it was also the only consolation for him to come to this world, that is, his reverse scales, touching the dragon's reverse scales, how could he leave intact.

Zhao Zhijing stood up, took Zhao Xinting's little hand, and walked towards the mountain village step by step, Zhao Zhijing's hut was built by hunters in the mountains, and was later discovered by Zhao Xinting who entered the mountain, she lived here alone, but it was not far from the mountain village she said. Today, Zhao Xinting went to the small mountain village alone, and it was good to see the bandits, so she came back to report to Zhao Zhijing.

The two walked for a short time before they came to a village. There are only a dozen or so families in the village in front of you, and there are huts in the middle of the village, some of which are white-walled houses in Uva and some are still roofed with thatch. Zhao Zhijing came once when he could just get out of bed, although the village was relatively poor, but the people in the village got along with each other friendly, and it seemed very lively, Zhao Zhijing came for the first time, and there was an aunt who invited him to eat a large piece of roasted sweet potato.

Zhao Zhijing looked at it at this time, the village at this time seemed extraordinarily quiet, although there was still smoke coming out of the house, but it was no longer as lively as before, and there were small sobs, as if suppressing his voice. Zhao Zhijing held Zhao Xinting, whose eyes were still teary at this time, and walked into the village quickly, only to see several men with knives surrounding the people of the village, and a person next to him riding on a war horse. The two eyes were fierce, staring straight at the people in the village.

At this moment, an old man with white hair walked out of the crowd and came to this person, bowing constantly, thinking about what this man was saying. Zhao Zhijing's true anger was running, and the words of the two came into his ears, and the old man in the village said: "Second master, there is really no food and money in the village, I hope that the second master will be graced for a few days, and we will definitely make up for it." After speaking, he looked at the second village master of Erlong Mountain who was riding on a horse, and his face was begging.

The second child of Erlongshan, after listening to the words of the village chief, looked impatient, and said: "Old man Wang, you have said a few times about the grace period; ”

The village chief, who was called Old Man Wang by this person, hurriedly said: "I don't know what the second master does, the little old man has thanked the second master here for the villagers." Then he bowed to the bandits on the horses.

The second village master of Erlong Mountain grinned, showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth and said: "Brothers, kill the old and young in the village, leave the women behind, bring them back to the mountain, and don't leave the money and food behind." After that, he turned back to the stunned old man Wang and said, "Old man Wang, this method is good!"

The mountain bandits who came with this person also laughed, and at this time, the bandits next to the two village lords on the second dragon pulled out the long knife in their hands and slashed at the village chief who had fainted to the ground at this time. Seeing that the long knife was about to slash the body of the village chief, Zhao Zhijing stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the sand on the ground was shaken. Zhao Zhijing waved his long sleeves, and the sand instantly turned into a stone the size of a baby's fist. Zhao Zhijing's sleeve hit the stone again, and the small stone flew in front of the person as if it had crossed space. Listening to the "poof" body, the stone passed through the body of this person, and the person fell to the ground in an instant.

The second village master of Erlong Mountain, seeing that his people were killed at this time, turned around and saw Zhao Zhijing who was holding Zhao Xinting, his face was full of ferocity, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of men with knives rushed towards Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing looked at the people who came, smiled and said to Zhao Xinting who was holding in his hand: "Xin Ting, don't be afraid, watch my brother clean them up." With that, he turned his hand into a claw and sucked on the ground, dozens of small sand particles flew up from the ground, and then Zhao Zhijing pushed the sand in his palm at the comer, and the sand particles hit the foreheads of these people one by one.

The bandits who pounced on them with knives fell to the ground in an instant, and if you looked closely, they all had a small red dot on their foreheads. It turned out that the sand in Zhao Zhijing's hand flew out and hit the foreheads of these people in an instant, and the sand grains hit the brain and blocked the wound, but the true qi burst in the brain and killed the people of western Zhejiang, so it only looked like a small red dot from the outside.

The second master who was riding on the horse saw his subordinates, and he died in the hands of Zhao Zhijing in an instant, how dare he stay. With a look of horror on his face, he whipped his mount with a whip in his hand and galloped towards the outside of the village. Looking at the back of this person, Zhao Zhijing showed a playful smile on his face, grabbed a three-foot-long bamboo stick next to him, threw it casually, and the bamboo stick flew out instantly, quickly catching up with this person, inserting it into the person's back, and coming out through his chest.