The dull thunder grew louder and denser, and it seemed to break out of the thick clouds, tear the clouds, and free itself. The blue light of the dazzling lightning rushed by, and the thunder roared with it, shaking people's hearts and shaking the earth.

The dim hole suddenly lit up again, flashed a zigzag rainbow, bright red over the glow, and like a dazzling rose, pierced on a golden arrow and sprinted quickly through the clouds, and then, there was nothing, and the endless thunder followed. Explosion, swarthy, silence, lightning, swarthy, thunder, alternating.

Seeing that the thunder and lightning converged and the pillar of light became bigger and bigger, Zhao Yuan, who was terrified, didn't care about the rugged ground, and crawled all the way to avoid the lightning in the sky.

According to past experience, when these lightning converge, there will be a large-scale bombardment, and he must stay away from the thunder core before the lightning completes the convergence, buying himself even a little time.

At this time, Zhao Yuan fully understood that time is the true meaning of life.

In fact, no matter how Zhao Yuan ran, he was shrouded in thick clouds, but this kind of wild running could keep him a little farther away from the core of the thunder and lightning.

Rumble!

The thunderbolt pierced the thick clouds and rushed towards Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, jumped up suddenly, lightning struck the ground, and snowflakes mixed with mud and sand flew in the air.

After landing, Zhao Yuan didn't have time to rest at all, and immediately rolled, and between the lightning and fire, a thunderbolt struck the place where he landed just now.

Now Zhao Yuan has extremely rich experience in dodging thunder and lightning, and he knows that although the thunder and lightning are chasing him and bombarding, it is two points and one line, and there is only one landing point, and that landing point is the moment his body lands, as long as he moves his position at the moment when the thunder and lightning strike, he can avoid it-

......

After a few thunderbolts fell, the dark clouds quickly dissipated, and the scene of lightning and thunder just now, the sky and the earth cracked as if it had never appeared, and the sky was blue and peaceful. However, a series of irregular scorched black pits on the ground showed that it was not an illusion just now, but a real catastrophe that could kill.

Zhao Yuan didn't know what the Heavenly Tribulation was, but he knew that God couldn't get along with him.

Zhao Yuan stretched out his limbs and lay on his back on the ground in a large zigzag shape, a pair of dissatisfied, bloodshot eyes staring at the blue sky, and a hint of arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I won, stinking God, I'll win you again. ”

"You can't kill me!"

After resting for a while, Zhao Yuan turned over and jumped up, raised his middle finger towards the sky, and then, straightened up his ragged clothes, and strode towards the official road.

Zhao Yuan had already given up the idea of finding a teacher from the Xiuzhen Sect to learn art in the near future.

He ambushed and killed Zhang Minglong in Huayun Sect, and set fire to the mountain, causing a monstrous disaster, and the other party would never give up. If Zhao Yuan studied under his apprenticeship, it would be easy to find him, as long as he checked the unknown people who had been taken in by the sect recently, it would be easy to trace his whereabouts.

There is no doubt that it is not suitable for apprenticeship for the time being.

As a top priority, Zhao Yuan needs to find a place to stay to spend this cold winter.

Winter is coming, he can survive today may not be able to survive tomorrow, when he was by the river, if it wasn't for Gauss's rescue, he would have turned into a cold corpse.

Humans are social animals, and if they want to survive, they need to be close to where they live.

Zhao Yuan traveled for twenty days in a row and settled in a market town more than 500 miles away from Huayun Sect.

This market town is called "Xujiaqiao", it is said that hundreds of years ago, the Xu family was extremely prosperous in this place, raised funds to build a stone arch bridge on a river, the bridge was named "Xujiaqiao", slowly, this place also fell a place name of Xujiaqiao. However, hundreds of years later, the Xu family gradually declined, and the foreign surnames poured in, but there were very few people with the surname Xu, leaving only the stone arch bridge still standing on the river, becoming an important transportation hub on both sides of the strait.

Xujiaqiao has a permanent population of more than 30,000 and a floating population of about 5,000. The most important thing is that there are no rivers here, the mountain roads are rugged, and the traffic is very inconvenient, except for people who make a living in business, Jianghu characters and cultivators generally do not pay attention to such a small market town.

The small is hidden in the wilderness, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court.

Now, Zhao Yuan has no ability to hide in the court, and he can only retreat to the city.

After arriving at Xujiaqiao, Zhao Yuan did not rush to look for work, but inquired about the general situation of Xujiaqiao in the dilapidated temple where some wanderers gathered.

Through three days of understanding, Zhao Yuan had a general understanding of the population structure of Xujiaqiao.

In addition to those well-off families, in Xujiaqiao, there are seven large families, with more than 10,000 acres of land and forests, plus some wilderness mountains and forests, tens of thousands of acres are not uncommon.

Now, Zhao Yuan has three choices.

The first big family, surnamed Ma.

In addition to sitting on thousands of acres of fertile land, the Ma family also operates some mountain goods, wine shops and post stations in Xujiaqiao. It can be said that the Ma family is rich and prosperous in Xujiaqiao, occupying a dominant position.

The second big family, surnamed Wan.

Like the Ma family, Wanjia also sits on an astonishing amount of fertile land to collect rent, however, Wanjia does not operate mountain goods, but operates some oil, salt, firewood, rice, household department stores, and has its own system of freight channels.

The third big family, surnamed Xiao.

The Xiao family has countless fertile fields and a group of servants. However, the Xiao family's business is much simpler, just running a large-scale Qinglou in Xujiaqiao. Although the Xiao family's business is simple, it is a daily income.

The other four big families are not in Zhao Yuan's consideration, because those four families are completely rich people, mainly relying on rent collection, and their lives are relatively poor, and it is not easy to find a job with them.

Looking at the three families, the Ma family should be the first choice, but the Ma family has a bad reputation in Xujiaqiao, and they are a little arrogant. There are ten thousand families and the Xiao family left, and among them, the Xiao family has an underworld background, has an extremely wide range of contacts, and has frequent contacts with the government, which is very risky.

After the last, Zhao Yuan locked the Wanjia family.

From the information collected, Wanjia is a serious businessman, with a good reputation, deep in the golden mean, and most importantly, Wanjia has its own freight channels and is well-informed.

There are not 100 but 50 people who go to Wanjia every day to look for work, and it is basically impossible for an unidentified person like Zhao Yuan to enter Wanjia to work through formal channels.

"Xiao Zhao, on the first day of the new year today, Wanjia is going to give porridge, and there are hot white-flour steamed buns, go to bed early today, and arrange a good position tomorrow. Inside the ruined temple, an old man wrapped in tattered cotton wool poked his head out to remind Zhao Yuan.

The old man and Zhao Yuan met on the road and walked together for half a month. The old man had come to Xujiaqiao and had some understanding of Xujiaqiao, and most of the information that Zhao Yuan knew was obtained from the old man.

"Wanjia has soup soup on the first day of the first month of every month?" Zhao Yuanzheng racked his brains to think about how Fa'er could get close to the people of Wanjia, and when he heard the news, he was immediately overjoyed.

"Yes, on the first and fifteenth days of the first month of each month, the lady will personally give porridge, and on these two days every month, people within a radius of dozens of miles will rush to Xujiaqiao to have a full meal, and if you line up early, you can receive it two or three times. The old man licked his parched lips.

"Can you get it three times, don't you care about the people of the ten thousand families?" Before Zhao Yuan could open his mouth to ask, a lame man propped up his body with an excited face, as if the steamed buns with white flowers and flowers were in front of him.

"No, no, the Wan family is a famous good person within a radius of 100 miles, although the regulations can only be received once, but in normal times, they will prepare enough gruel and steamed buns, and they will not be stopped if they receive it a few more times. However, you have a lame leg, and it may be a little difficult to get it three times," a woman leaning against the incense case glanced at the lame man and sneered harshly.

"Wan Jia is really a good person, according to my experience, Wan Jia will definitely give more white-flour steamed buns when he sees the poor lame. "At the entrance of the temple, an unkempt foreigner leaned against a skinny pony, who did not seem to be afraid of the cold, and his open chest showed his hairy chest.

"That's good, that's good......"

The lame man swallowed his saliva, and his trembling body moved vigorously to the yellow-skinned woman, but the woman pushed the cripple away with a look of disgust, got up and lay down next to the bantam horse of the exotic man, the exotic man did not refuse, let out a few strange laughs in his mouth, moved his body, pulled out a handful of hay, and let the woman cushion under him.

"......" The cripple glanced at the exotic man's strong body, and swallowed the words in his mouth stiffly.

......

The cold north wind whistled in the ruined temple, and the cold wind was pervasive, and everyone was frozen into a ball, eager to turn into an ant and burrow into the grass. Slowly, slowly, the temple became quiet, and occasionally, there would be a muffled moaning that made some men hold their breath in the darkness and peep in an attempt to see where the sound was coming from......

PS: Roar loudly: "Red ticket, collect, reward, stay!"