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

In the felt tent where everyone from the merchant gang lived, the atmosphere was a bit heavy today.

They heard the sound stop and knew that Tang Xizuo was dead.

Thinking of this, a sad look appeared on everyone's face.

They are all from the Tang Dynasty, and they have also seen the Xianbei people slaughter the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Although he didn't say it on his lips, sadness inevitably rose in his heart.

It’s just that they are just small players in the trend.

Even though he knew that the Xianbei people were as ferocious as tigers, he still risked his life to do business with the Xianbei people in order to survive.

Wang Youshun blew out a puff of smoke and whispered two words.

"hero!"

Li Changshou lay on the sheepskin blanket, silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

Since the death of General Yue, he has not been a soldier.

He was no longer loyal to the Tang Dynasty.

He knew that the Tang Dynasty was bound to fall and that the current rulers were living in dissolute ways.

Thinking about the so-called glory of the Tang Dynasty, it seems very ridiculous.

But those people who were closely related to him clung to that joke.

General Yue is like this, Lin Hu is like this, and the old man is like this.

The same is true for Wang Baolu today...

However, there are some things where you cannot make the right choice just because you know what is right or wrong.

Reality often makes you more helpless.

Li Changshou clenched his sword.

That night, Li Changshou left the Xianbei tribe one man and one horse.

All the way south.

...........

The weather in June was scorching hot and suffocating.

After crossing the grassland, Li Changshou set foot on this desert again.

He passed by the oasis and rested for a day before continuing on his black horse.

Day and night.

This time, there was no carriage.

He only brought two large sheepskin water bags, containing forty pounds of water.

Some dried meat, dried biscuits wrapped in cloth.

As for the Feng Shui compass to identify directions, he didn't bring it.

Having grown up in the northwest desert, he does not need Feng Shui compass to identify directions.

He decided to cross the desert and rush to Partridge City.

Pass the news that Wang Baolu was desperately brought back to his contact.

Although Li Changshou understood that this might not be of any use, nor would it change anything.

........so stupid.

Wang Baolu, who died tragically, was so stupid.

You know the result, but you still have to do your own useless work.

More stupid! ! There are so many fucking fools in this world.

Li Changshou took a sip of water.

The desert in the distance is vast and vast, with constant ups and downs.

People look so small among them.

Li Changshou sat on the sand, Wu Ma lowered his head.

There was a pile of molten fire burning in front of him, which was blown by the wind.

There is a cottontail hare that lives in the desert on top. It turns over from time to time and exudes the aroma of meat.

After eating all the rabbit meat, Li Changshou closed his eyes.

The desert fell into darkness.

Leaves, grass clippings and dust mingled together.

When Li Changshou woke up, it was still dark.

To be precise, it was daybreak.

Just grains of sand are flying, the sky is dark and the earth is dark,

The sand waves were like countless giant dragons galloping, and the entire desert was roaring.

I encountered a sandstorm when I went there, and again when I came back.

This journey has been full of twists and turns.

Li Changshou sniffed and wrapped a coarse rag around his face.

Without this kind of rag to wrap your face, when a sandstorm comes, the flesh and skin on your face will be wiped away.

It can beat people to death.

Li Changshou covered the old man with the leather that he had prepared long ago.

Uma made a low neighing sound.

The rolling yellow line rolls forward, getting wider and wider, which is very spectacular.

Yellow Dragon soared, sounding like rolling thunder.

Li Changshou tensed his body and let the scattered energy in his body sink into Dantian.

This sandstorm was more violent than the previous one.

The sand and stones hitting the body are like blunt knives cutting flesh.

The force penetrates the chest, causing the energy in Dantian to surge.

A stone flew and hit him.

Qi and blood float in this body, and the muscles and bones undergo the Enhancement of Qi and blood.

Coupled with the eight methods of five thunders and circles, it is for the tempering of muscles and bones.

So I faced the flying rocks that were falling on me.

Li Changshou just grunted and did not move.

The energy throughout the body slowly circulates in Meridians muscles and bones, a Universe later.

From slow to fast, faster and faster, another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Make Qi and blood surge like a tide,

Li Changshou put on a boxing stance with five thunders, a radius and eight directions.

Qi travels through membranes, collaterals, tendons, and pulses.

Power comes from blood, flesh, skin, and bones.

Use your mind to promote Qi, and use Qi to promote strength.

Fist Technique regards virtuality as reality, not objects as objects, and Artistic Concept as the first priority.

What I am looking for is the natural generation of Internal Energy, a kind of charm and a kind of meaning.

A feeling of spiritual connection that can only be imagined but cannot be expressed in words.

In the vast desert, figures the size of ants stood in it.

Like a nail driven into the sand.

There is chaos between heaven and earth, and the sky is full of yellow sand and gravel dancing wildly in the sky.

Li Changshou took a small breath with difficulty.

The Qi should be vigorous and the spirit should be restrained.

The breath in the body is steaming, and the hands, feet, and waist are intact.

The five internal organs are in order everywhere, the mind and heart are in harmony, and the inside and outside are harmonious.

With the help of this change in the vast sea of ​​sand, the Five Thunders, Radius and Eight Methods are revealed to the outside in a regular pattern, and hidden inside in the form of balanced changes.

Returned to Origin from the first level to the second level.

This big sandstorm lasted for five hours without any pause.

........

At Mao hour, the sandstorm stopped.

The round sunset clung to the ridgeline of the desert, making the earth dark.

The waves in the desert solidified, and the entire desert seemed like a sleeping sea.

In a pile of sand, Li Changshou, who was buried in the yellow sand, resurfaced.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of sand and wiped it on his face.

Sit on the ground and relax for a while.

He took the black horse shaking the sand and set off again.

Feeling the changes in the body, according to Wang Youshun, Five Thunders, Eight Methods and Nine Levels Returned to Origin.

Although it is the Fist Technique passed down from the Wang family, in the last three generations of the Wang family, no one has been able to refine this Fist Technique to the second level.

Now it is only three months, and Li Changshou has already reached the second level.

Through this sandstorm, the foundation of Fist Technique was quickly solidified.

Li Changshou took a deep breath and suddenly started running in stride.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The boots hit the sand, and every step was a deep hole.

Seeing him running, Uma quickened his pace and followed quickly behind him.

That's a good thing, and a bad thing.

Two water bladders, one of which was broken by sand and gravel, contained more than 20 kilograms of water and was worth a lot of money in the desert.

Now all he has left is a water bladder.

Li Changshou took the bowl of water and handed it to Wu Ma.

Uma kept sticking out her tongue to lick the water.

Li Changshou touched it and said, "You have to suffer with me."

Going further, he saw a battlefield.

On a broken battlefield, the body of the war horse was buried in the sand and stones, with only half of its head exposed.

There are more than ten corpses on the ground. This is only visible on the surface. I don’t know how many more are buried under the sand.

Suddenly, one of the corpses moved.

He is a lucky person who survived.