Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

Return to the temporary inn.

Li Changshou took off his coat and entered the house quietly.

Just as he was about to lie down, he saw the little girl blinking at him in the darkness.

It seems that he came back alive.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully.

Li Changshou sniffed and shook off the wind and snow from his body.

Sit on the bed with your legs crossed, close your eyes and relax.

Basically he only sleeps once every three or four days.

Moreover, the sleeping time is short and the sleep is very light.

This is also an ability developed on the battlefield.

Most of those who slept deeply were killed by the scimitars of the Xianbei cavalry.

However, if you endure it for a long time, your mental and physical strength will be affected.

Therefore, breathing methods were used instead of ordinary sleep.

Of course, not everyone can learn it.

Li Changshou once taught Lin Hu his own method, but Lin Hu cursed him as a monster.

Even Lin Hu couldn't understand it, let alone an ordinary soldier.

On the battlefield, Li Changshou can often use this breathing method to explode with stronger power.

However, it is an example that cannot be replicated.

It cannot be promoted to the whole army, and it is even difficult to find a second one.

Long, thick breaths spurted out from the tip of his nose.

The wind and snow howled outside, and there were only two gasps inside.

After staying in the inn for one night, Li Changshou left Jiaming Pass with the little girl.

After passing Jiaming Pass, we have completely entered the pass.

Entered the Central Plains.

After a month, nothing happened.

Just resting and going on the road.

The cold is gradually disappearing, and the weather becomes warmer as you go south.

The surroundings are gradually becoming greener.

This day, I stopped by the roadside.

The little girl is holding a large steamed bun, split in half.

After looking at it, he finally handed the largest half to Li Changshou.

Li Changshou said, "You can eat, I'm not hungry."

"If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."

"Yeah, but I'm not hungry."

The little girl blinked and looked at him, "Don't be picky about food."

"No picky eaters."

The little girl had no choice but to eat the whole big steamed bun into her stomach.

After walking for a while, a tea stall appeared in front of me.

"A pot of tea and a snack."

"Dele~"

After a while, a large pot of herbal tea and a plate of snacks were brought out.

Li Changshou pushed the plate with snacks in front of the little girl.

"Eat."

The little girl touched her belly where she could no longer eat anything because she had just eaten a huge steamed bun.

"...Shu Shu can't eat anymore."

"Then I'll eat it."

Li Changshou picked up the snacks and started eating by himself.

The little girl looked at the snacks and then looked up at Li Changshou.

(⊙o⊙)…

Li Changshou reached out and touched his star-fishing black horse.

He took out an old bowl from his arms and poured a large bowl of herbal tea into it.

Black Horse quickly drank a bowl of herbal tea and snorted.

Not long after leaving the tea stall, dark clouds were approaching from the sky.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, I saw a ruined temple.

Then he went in to take shelter from the rain.

“Crash, la, la—!!”

It rains heavily and a cold wind blows.

This dilapidated temple with air leakage in all directions can only keep out the rain.

In the corner of the temple there are some neatly arranged firewood for making a fire.

Then he brought it to make a fire.

Before leaving, all the firewood used needs to be replenished.

This is a tacit understanding, an unwritten rule.

It is convenient for oneself and convenient for others.

The next time someone comes here, they may also encounter heavy rain.

You will find the firewood left by Li Changshou in the temple.

Likewise, at this moment.

Li Changshou encountered heavy rain, and the firewood was probably left by the previous person.

Of course, there will also be those who use firewood and then leave.

But that’s the case in Jianghu.

There are some people who do not follow the rules and make trouble out of nothing.

They will also abide by the moral principles of the world.

A person who must be true to his words, be resolute in his actions, and be true to his promises.

So there is no need to explain clearly, some things are just unclear.

The fire was lit, and the surrounding area became much warmer.

Li Changshou wrapped the little girl in a wool blanket.

The little girl looked curiously at everything in the temple by the light of the fire.

The temple is dedicated to a clay-born god with a green face and red hair.

In the wind and rain, it looks a little evil.

Legend has it that temples enshrine gods and Buddhas that can transcend the souls of the dead.

However, after it was abandoned, the lonely souls and wild ghosts could no longer be suppressed, so a large amount of Yin energy gathered in the ancient temple.

Hence the saying "I'd rather sleep in a messy grave than enter a ruined temple."

In fact, it is because the ruined temple can provide shelter from wind and rain, and there are few people around.

Many bandits like to use this place as a place to live, and people wanted by the government also like to hide in the ruined temple.

If you are unlucky and bump into a bandit, you may easily get killed.

What's more, in this era of war and chaos, there are usually only two types of people who go out.

A businessman who goes about his business or a person who brings his family and family to seek refuge with relatives, both have generous financial support.

Li Changshou took a sip of strong wine.

In the wind and rain, there were curses and footsteps.

somebody is coming.

Li Changshou raised his eyes slightly and saw three men in somewhat tattered clothes hurried into the temple.

"This rain is so damn weird."

"Come in quickly, you'll be in trouble if you catch the cold."

“…..”

Only then did they notice that there were people in the temple.

A tall, thin man wearing a bamboo hat, whose specific age cannot be determined.

A little girl with two balls and fair skin.

Li Changshou just looked up at them and had no intention of talking to them.

The three of them looked at each other and watched Li Changshou lighting a fire.

Then, one of them, a rather honest-looking man, came over.

"Little brother, can you share some of this firewood with us?"

Li Changshou pointed to a pile of firewood in the corner.

"Firewood in the temple."

"Thank you."

After a while, the three of them also lit a fire.

He was talking while baking his clothes that were soaked by the rain.

Gradually it gets dark.

"rumble--!!"

The rain outside became heavier, and lightning flashed in it.

Diao Xing Dark Horse lay quietly next to Li Changshou.

Also quiet was the little girl lying on the wool blanket. It looked like she had fallen asleep.

Li Changshou maintained a sitting position with his eyes closed.

He was motionless and seemed to be asleep.

The three of them kept stealing glances in Li Changshou's direction.

In the wilderness, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

These three people have to come here, so they are certainly not good birds.

They are the famous thieves in the world, the Five Tigers of the Song family.

The five brothers of the Song family suffered from not having enough to eat in their early years.

Then he entered Shaolin and learned some boxing and kicking skills at the Shaolin Temple.

After leaving the Shaolin Temple, relying on their fists and kicks, they gained strength in numbers.

In addition, it was the end of the dynasty and the society was in chaos.

They dare to burn, kill and loot in broad daylight, committing all kinds of evil.

At this moment, the reason why I didn’t take action was.

It's just because they can't see through each other's background.

He doesn't look like a scholar rushing to take exams, nor does he look like a businessman.

Or people fleeing.

He has a knife on his waist, a bamboo hat on his head, and black clothes.

Rather like a escort.