At dusk, Zhao Yu walked to the fork of the avenue, and the two roads went to Bianliang City and Weishi County. After thinking about it, Zhao Yu turned over and dismounted, but his lower body was paralyzed and fell to the ground due to the bumps of the whole day. After a moment's respite, he got up and let the horse run in the direction of Bianliang City, while he took another road and traveled a few miles, threw the horsewhip beside the road, and then turned off the road and climbed the mountain.

In one day's time, Zhao Yu's originally depleted internal strength recovered a little, but his body was already tired and unbearable, plus he didn't eat a drop of water all day, and he was hungry and thirsty. Climbing up a mountain ridge looking at the road, I hunted two pheasants with a flying knife in the middle of the road, and according to the experience I learned last year when I was fighting in the dart team, I dug a stove and built a yin fire to keep a close eye on the movement on the road while roasting the pheasants.

The two pheasants were in their stomachs, and the sky was completely dark, and vaguely Zhao Yu heard the sound of horses' hooves on the road, and then saw a group of knights galloping with torches. They stopped for a moment on the road, as if they had found the horsewhip that Zhao Yu had discarded casually, and then continued to chase forward.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yu knew that he was safe for the time being. However, he knew that once those people chased forward and could not find their traces, they would definitely return to search carefully. After resting for more than an hour, his strength had recovered most of his strength, and he no longer stayed, recognizing his direction and heading straight west.

The night wind whimpered, the mountain road was rugged, and Zhao Yu's lucky eyes could vaguely identify a sheep intestine path. As he walked, he was thinking about whether he had risked his life to buy a day for Wu Jincao and his party this time, and whether he could arrive in Yingzhou safely depended on their creation.

He controlled his breathing according to the technique of breathing in the Qi Nourishing Method, and although he did not meditate and pranayama, his body was still running slowly for a small week, and his internal strength was slowly recovering. He was pleased to find that after a series of vicious battles to drain his internal strength, his internal strength had increased by a thread, which was much more than that of ordinary days and ten-day penance! Could it be that fighting with others to exhaust his internal strength could also speed up the cultivation of internal strength?

In the past, after Zhao Yu experienced a vicious fight, he had a period of recuperation, but this time he was lucky not to be injured, and the growth of internal strength was obvious. After learning this truth, Zhao Yu was not too happy, he was not a belligerent person, and he was especially unhappy to experience this kind of experience of being chased and killed like a lost dog. Therefore, I don't want to deliberately pick quarrels and provoke trouble and fight with others for the sake of temporary gain in internal strength.

However, he didn't know that thanks to Master Jingxu, a heroic man in Fangjiabao had already spread his deeds all over the world, and it wouldn't be long before he would become a rookie of the Demon Sect that everyone shouted at the righteous path of martial arts. At that time, if you refuse to shrink up and live honestly, you will not be able to fight with others.

The growth of internal force, Zhao Yu did not care. What made him happiest this time was that he had finally integrated the realm of mourning into his martial arts, and he had won the first battle with great results, so he knew that in the future, in addition to the flying knife stunt and the water dragon strength method, he would add another killing move! He carefully recalled the details of today's battle, and ruminated and summarized it with his heart, and inevitably found many problems that he was not aware of at that time. However, now is not a good time to study martial arts, Zhao Yu has to keep these mistakes in mind and leave them for later to think about how to solve them.

Today's experience can be said to be the most dangerous moment since Zhao Yu broke into the rivers and lakes. Many of the responses were slightly poor, and he couldn't do well. If it weren't for the chance realization of the magic of the Mourning Realm, it was unknown whether he would be able to defeat Master Jingxu. If it weren't for the fact that he had brought the young master of the Golden Gun Gate on a whim and shocked Fang Tianlong, he would not have been able to make Jing lose his mind and find a chance to escape. If it weren't for the dead branches that appeared out of thin air, he would definitely not have been able to escape from Fangjiabao so easily.

Looking back at this moment, Zhao Yu was sure that someone must have secretly helped him at that time. And judging from the strength contained in the withered branches, that person's martial arts are all first-class in the rivers and lakes, and the internal strength is higher than that of Li Chunyu, and it is even stronger than the generation of King Yin Ye. This person secretly made a move, as if he saved Zhao Yu's life. It's just that Zhao Yu knows too few masters of the rivers and lakes, and there is no way to deduce the origin of this person's identity. And Zhao Yu is now being hunted down and killed, and he has no chance to find this benefactor, so he has to keep this kindness in his heart.

Many things have passed by, and Zhao Yu inevitably thinks of Liu Chengtao's living treasure. At first, he chose to provoke Liu Chengtao to attract the attention of the Emei faction, but he simply felt that Liu Chengtao was a little weird. Judging from his subsequent reaction, it seems that this man really has some ulterior secrets. However, Zhao Yu is unable to protect himself at the moment, and he has no energy to think about it.

In the next few days, Zhao Yu has been lurking in the mountains day and night, and by the time he left this hill, he had almost become an out-and-out wild man, unkempt and ragged, and became the most common little beggar in troubled times.

At dusk, Zhao Yu entered the county seat of Mu County, which was nearly 100 miles away from Bianliang, and then went west out of Zhengzhou to enter Shaanxi. In order to avoid people's eyes, Zhao Yu wrapped the sword in the bark of a tree, which at first glance looked like a wooden stick.

Similar to most prefectures and counties in the Central Plains, due to the frequent floods of the Yellow River, Mu County is a dilapidated scene, and the wilderness outside the city is full of patches, and it is difficult to find cooking smoke in the wilderness. After entering the city, Zhao Yu was already hungry and was waiting to take a bath and eat in the store, but found that the silver money on his body had been lost on the way to escape. At the moment, he had nothing on him except a sword wrapped in the bark of a tree.

Leaving the inn with the fragrance of food, Zhao Yu strolled on the only dirt road in the city, thinking hard about the way to make money. Mu County is desolate, there are few businessmen in the past, not to mention working hard, it is difficult to find a target even if you are looking for a bandit to eat black.

Zhao Yuku, who was tired, sat outside the north city gate, looking at the few pedestrians in the past, at a loss.

As night approached, I heard the sound of horses' hooves. Without spinning his heels, Zhao Yu saw a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old with a long sword hanging from his waist rushing through the city gate.

The young man caught a glimpse of Zhao Yu, his face changed suddenly, he turned over and dismounted without saying a word, and stabbed Zhao Yu with his sword.

Zhao Yu was caught off guard, and only after being stunned did he roll on the spot, avoiding the sword that stabbed him in the chest. He saw that this young man's actions were quite human, and he secretly said that he was not the one who came to hunt down and kill him from Fang Jiabao?

Before he could think about it, the young man's sword style shook and pounced on Zhao Yu again.

While dodging, Zhao Yu hurriedly glanced outside the city, but did not find that there were other people chasing after him, and his heart was a little settled. The footsteps became smoother, and the young man's swordsmanship was exquisite, but it was slightly inferior to Emei's swordsmanship, and Zhao Yu calmly avoided it.

When the young man saw that the sword was fruitless, his face changed again, and he finally said loudly: "The daring beggar gang thief really has a few catties and two." But when you bump into me, the breeze sword and the white river are worried, and your life is destined to be difficult to protect!"

Listening to this young man's words, Zhao Yu became more and more confused. The beggar gang is the largest gang in the rivers and lakes, and he has naturally heard of it. It's just that when did he get involved with the beggar gang again? Seeing that he was in rags, wasn't he just a beggar image! Only then did he realize that he had been mistaken and had suffered an unwarranted disaster, and he had the heart to explain, but Bai Hechou was tighter than a sword, and all his moves took Zhao Yu's life, which was extremely ruthless.

was already hungry, and suffered this unwarranted disaster, Zhao Yu was angry in his heart. He no longer dodged, but stepped forward, using the scabbard wrapped in the bark of the tree to open the young man's sword, and with his other hand, he vomited vigorously, and in the blink of an eye, several palm shadows appeared, and the white river chou fell to the ground.

Bai Hechou didn't expect that this little beggar's martial arts were so exquisite, and if he was not caught off guard, not only was he knocked down, but even the sword in his hand was kicked away. Seeing the little beggar approaching him, he rolled on the ground in a series of ways, and shouted in his mouth: "You thief don't be arrogant, our Huashan faction team will come soon, and it is better to discipline you than to die!"

Listening to the young man's fierce voice, Zhao Yu kicked him at the waist and eyes, penetrating the acupoints and qi veins that sealed him, and scolded: "What about the Huashan faction? The young master is just dressed in tatters, how can he become a member of the beggar gang!"

"You're not from the beggars?" Bai He asked in surprise when the acupoint was sealed, stiffened.

Zhao Yufang was about to nod, but suddenly thought that he was not out of danger at the moment, and he was mistaken for a disciple of the beggar gang, but he was a cover. As for why this Huashan sect disciple was ruthless when he saw the beggar gang, he didn't care much, maybe it was a vendetta between the two sects. As long as you enter Shaanxi and change your dress, what does this grudge matter to you.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu smiled and said, "You said that I am a member of the beggar gang, so be it." If you don't open for a day, you should make up some harvest on you. ”

After that, he ignored the unfortunate Huashan swordsman, turned over the horse, and took out some dry food and silver money from the saddle. He left some dry food and a few taels of broken silver, threw the burden to Bai Hechou, who was lying on the ground and scolded, and Lang smiled: "Thank you, Qingfeng Sword Hero!"

That Bai Hechou was lying on the cold and hard road, watching Zhao Yu ride away, wanting to cry without tears.

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