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

Li Changshou returned to the ruined temple.

When he was more than ten steps away from the entrance of the ruined temple, he suddenly paused.

In addition to the two beggars, one big and one small, there was another person in the ruined temple.

He subconsciously touched his waist and realized that the long knife was still in the temple.

He glanced around to make sure no one was around.

I picked up a few stones and put them in my sleeves.

When I walked to the door of the temple, I saw a middle-aged man in white sitting next to the little beggar.

The white clothes are spotless and incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.

Li Changshou glanced at it and saw that it was the beggar from the north.

I guess he's here to seek revenge.

He raised his head and glanced at the kind-faced man in white again.

"Are you here to seek revenge too?"

The voice is gentle, like the spring breeze.

"He is not! We are together." The little beggar said quickly.

Bai Yi nodded and looked at Li Changshou thoughtfully.

Li Changshou walked to the corner where he hid his knife.

Seeing him coming back, the little beggar and the old beggar approached him intentionally or unintentionally.

Trying to stay away from this man in white who has a gentle face and kills people without blinking an eye.

"Ningguo Academy Pei Yunsheng, you are polite."

Ningguo?

Li Changshou raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ningguo and Tang Dynasty were not bordering each other, and they were separated by the Xianbei people.

The Tang Dynasty was weak, while the Ning State was strong and prosperous.

Moreover, Ning Guo had been supporting Xianbei from behind and went south to attack Tang Dynasty.

It's easy for you to reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

So Li Changshou just nodded slightly.

Pei Yunsheng looked at the little beggar, "How about it, do you agree to what I just said?"

The little beggar retreated to Li Changshou and whispered a few words to him in a low voice.

Tell him what happened.

An hour ago, the little beggar and the old beggar were cooking porridge.

Then I saw this man in white standing in front of the ruined temple holding a very beautiful umbrella.

It looked like he came in to take shelter from the rain.

Seeing the little beggar practicing the flying skill, he started chatting with him.

While chatting, the man wanted to check the little beggar's body.

Putting two fingers on his wrist, he immediately announced that he would take the little beggar back to Ningguo.

"I came back to Ningguo with me and had some books to read.

There is no need to sleep in the open air, have meat every meal, and there is no need to sleep in such a place without shelter from the wind and rain.

The most important thing is that you don’t have to be bullied anymore and you can get ahead. "

Pei Yunsheng said gently.

The little beggar seemed to be persuaded by him and looked at the old beggar hesitantly.

He turned to look at Li Changshou again and said weakly.

"I can go with you, but I have to take them both with me."

As long as you are rich and noble, don't forget each other.

Although the little beggar is young, he is quite loyal.

Pei Yunsheng said without hesitation: "Okay, I can give you a house in Beijing for them to live in, how about that?"

"Then it's settled, Lagou."

Pei Yunsheng laughed, "Okay!"

The little beggar was extremely excited. This was a piece of cake in the sky.

The old beggar's lips couldn't stop trembling. He couldn't even dream of such a thing.

There is a big house to live in, meat every meal, enough food to eat, new clothes to wear...

"You don't need to take me with you." Li Changshou said calmly.

The little beggar turned his head and looked at him in disbelief.

Li Changshou didn't want to say any more words.

He could guess what the people from Ning State were doing when they came to the Tang Dynasty.

Talent is a country's first resource.

Nowadays, there are powerful enemies in the north of the Tang Dynasty, separatist forces from various places and peasant uprisings.

If there is turmoil, other countries will naturally take advantage of your illness to kill you.

When the little beggar was learning the art of flying, Talent began to take shape.

It's just that Li Changshou has no intention and ability to take care of this kind of thing.

He warned, "When you arrive in a foreign country, remember to hide yourself and don't show off."

The little beggar looked at him blankly and said solemnly: "I have written it down."

Pei Yunsheng said to Li Changshou thoughtfully: "Young boy, there is something strange in your Qi Sea.

It looks very tenacious, but there is a feeling of crumbling.

If you don't mind, you might as well let me take your pulse. "

Li Changshou hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his arm.

Pei Yunsheng stretched out two slender, white fingers and placed them on Li Changshou's wrist.

Those fingers are as beautiful as those of a woman whose fingers are not touched by spring water.

Only a moment later, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Tsk tsk!"

"You're still alive with such a serious injury!?"

He looked at Li Changshou in surprise.

The other party should have had a fierce battle not long ago, and it was with a swordsman.

Now, the sword cultivator's original Flying Sword still remains in his body.

Logically speaking, that sharp Sword Qi should have killed Li Changshou long ago.

But not only did he survive, but he also had strong energy and blood in his body.

There is even a vague tendency to melt the Flying Sword.

"Incredible, incredible!"

The other person is not a practitioner, just an ordinary Practitioner.

But he forced a sword cultivator to fight for his life and actually won.

This is not what surprises Pei Yunsheng the most.

The sword cultivator's fatal blow before his death caused the sharp sword intent to destroy Li Changshou's internal organs and flesh.

But there was something powerful in his body that replaced the originally damaged meridians and began to repair itself.

“I’m pressed for time, so I’ll keep my story short.

I don't know what kind of internal skills you have practiced, but it is indeed a miracle that you are still alive now. "

Li Changshou couldn't help but think of the breathing method he had been using.

Pei Yunsheng continued, "But the sword master you killed was not a loser. The Flying Sword has spirituality and is now in a coma.

But whenever you become weak or injured again, this Flying Sword will take the opportunity to kill you.

You can only practice cultivation now and find a way to take out the Flying Sword.

It's just that you don't know anything about it, so you should find a pulse-opening pill or spiritual fluid as soon as possible.

If you find a famous teacher for guidance, you still have a chance to live. "

Li Changshou touched his chest where the Flying Sword was, and suddenly he remembered something.

He took out a small jade bottle from his arms and said, "Please help me."

A breath of Jianghu atmosphere.

Pei Yunsheng raised his eyebrows, "Ha! Open spiritual fluid, you are really blessed."

Li Changshou showed no expression and calmly took back the small jade bottle.

"Thanks for the advice."

Pei Yunsheng waved his hand and turned to greet the little beggar, "It's time for us to leave."

"So fast?"

"time does not wait."

The little beggar thought for a moment and walked up to Li Changshou.

"My old man and I owe you two lives, and I will definitely repay your kindness in the future."

Li Changshou nodded and didn't pay too much attention.

Before leaving, the little beggar suddenly turned his head.

"I still don't know what your name is?"

"Li Changshou, Muzi Li."

In the distance, the sun broke into the dark blue sky.

Like a burning hot wheel, it suddenly hits the horizon.

The little beggar withdrew his gaze.

As soon as Pei Yunsheng waved, a stream of light dragged the three of them away.

The white jade bottle at his waist reflected a ray of crystal light.

At a certain moment, Li Changshou seemed to hear the dead little girl saying goodbye to him.

Pei Yunsheng smiled faintly, looked at the white jade bottle, and said softly.

"Don't say too much..."

Li Changshou watched the stream of light gradually disappear into the sky.

For the little beggar, this is the beginning of the story.

For Li Changshou, this is just an episode in the story.