Jianghuxing

After a long time, I woke up frozen by the night wind.

When I woke up, I felt as if I was numb and unconscious, and I felt as if I was hurting everywhere, and there was no good place inside or out. I struggled to pick up the knife, and the first time I lifted it, I slipped my hand, and it took a lot of effort to wipe the blood away and put it on again.

The people in the village are still dead, including the fat leader who was stoned to death by the autumn wind. If this kind of person goes to Lu Bu's tent, he can be an infantry leader or something, but he has to hide in the mountains and be a king, oppress the people and loot the people's wealth, and finally die a tragic death.

The woman's wailing was gone, and she was probably tired. I searched them in the direction of my memories and finally found a half-underground wooden prison. There were four or five disheveled women in the cell, and from afar they saw me huddled in a corner like a small animal.

I rummaged through the big lock on the door, and I wanted to go to the corpse to find the key, but then I thought that there were so many dead people on the ground who didn't know which life to find. So he picked up the knife and tried to cut off the end of the lock, but he didn't expect the knife to be raised high, but after the knife was chopped down, it had no strength and accuracy at all, and it was cut on the log fence. It took me a few more tries to break the ordinary lock.

"I've killed all the bandits, so go home. After

saying this, I also lasted until the oil ran out, and then I didn't know anything.

I don't know how long it was, and I had a lot of weird dreams. In the dream, he dueled with Lu Bu for a while, and then fought with Zhang Liao alone. Lu Bu couldn't touch or touch him like a ghost, and tried every possible means to give him a fatal blow in his dream, but found that he didn't hurt at all when he hit it.

Zhang Liao rode a horse and galloped again, he chased after him, and I grabbed the weapon and ran for my life. When I ran, I was in a tearing pain, and I remembered that I had injured my body during the day, and now I don't have a good place in my body to exercise so vigorously.

Zhang Liao disappeared out of thin air, along with his horse. I stood alone in a mountain road with no name, and then my body hurt like fire. Later, Lu Bu came out of the corner of the woods, accompanied by an elderly man dressed as a civil official. Behind them were many wounded soldiers, dressed in extremely regular armor. Lu Bu's face looked very bad, and he didn't know what was unhappy. And when I tried to see the appearance of the civil official again, I woke up.

I saw the beams and the grass hut, and there was clear sunlight leaking in between the cracks. I was so thirsty that it was as if all the water in my body had evaporated. I tried to lift my hand, but when I looked down to see that I was covered with strips of cloth, I moved my body, and although it was still painful, I felt that some parts of it had begun to recover. The sunlight leaking from the roof was a bit harsh, and I raised my hand to block it, and found that the blood stain on my body had also been scrubbed clean.

I lay flat and began to remember, until I thought about cutting down the door of the dungeon.

I pombled around and found that the Nine-Ring Broadsword was gone. I propped myself up and looked around the house, and found that it was only a simple thatched hut, with gaps in all sides, and the wind was coming in from everywhere and making me feel cold.

There were a few clean clothes next to me, I put them on and staggered to the door to look, and found that it was still in yesterday's bandit village, but the surrounding area had been cleaned, and the corpses all over the yard had been dragged away, and when I leaned against the door frame, several women were still splashing water in the yard to clean.

One of them saw me with a surprised expression, and then several of them put down their work and came over and asked, is it still hurting here and there, and so on, I shook my head and said to them, "Where are you from, why don't you go down the mountain and go back?" I didn't

know where I was wrong, and I saw that their faces that were full of joy were clouded again. They lowered their heads and stopped talking, and I didn't want to ask any more, I wanted to go back to the house to rest, and suddenly my body began to hurt again, and I sighed in pain, and quickly had a few pairs of hands here and there to support me and help me into the house.

A woman in her thirties said, "Don't look at your young age, you are really a big hero, so many robbers and thieves have been killed by you." Saying that, several people followed suit, and I didn't have a chance to answer.

The woman who spoke was emaciated and yellow, as if she had been malnourished for a long time, but she was very quick to do her job. She went out chatting with the other women, and told me to close my eyes and rest for a while. When I came back after a while, they fetched hot water and cooked porridge and rice around me.

Then I felt that they began to undress me, and I was so frightened that I hurriedly tried to cover it, and they held it down and laughed at me.

"People are not big, but they know how to have a face!"

I hurriedly protected my body, it was the first time I was so close to a woman when I was so big, I was ashamed and ashamed: "Don't don't, don't wipe it, don't wipe it, I'm very good." "

What's good!" the woman laughed at me, "I have already wiped all the inside and outside of you yesterday, what are you ashamed of at a young age, how many sisters have not seen it?"

I asked, "Are the thieves buried in the courtyard?"

and the woman said, "How can we women have the strength to pull them into the grass and leave to fend for themselves." Another

woman continued: "thing, I still can't get rid of my hatred after a few cuts, I have to chop it for a while when I get up tomorrow, and chop them into paste and stuffing!"

There are ready-made houses and gates in this place, you can manage this place well, go back and take in some fleeing villagers, organize some militia, and I believe that you can live forever. When the world is too peaceful, it's not too late for you to go back wherever you want, so don't go down the mountain now. I

wanted to rush to the next cottage, but the injuries on my body were too serious, and the women also said that they were afraid that some of them would come back and make trouble, so I lived here for a while.

In addition to the internal injuries that came out of the fat leader's two knives, the skin injuries in other parts of the body healed quickly, and several women surrounded and served a person with physical stickers, at first they didn't let me do anything, they ate and drank every day on their faces, and they didn't let me touch my hands when I washed my feet and wiped my body, and I was offered like a little young master.

After another three or four days, I was really embarrassed, so I went out during the day to chop wood and carry water for them, and to do some farm work and housework. At my repeated suggestion, they dug a big pit in the forest with me and buried the dead people. Therefore, I also went to the mountain road to drag back the young man who made the gun, and set up a small grave for him next to the grave alone, which was considered a complete merit.

At noon that day, a man with a gun came from the mountain, and when he entered the cottage and saw that there were only a few women, he was stunned, and when he saw me again, he untied his spear.

I saw that his posture was very familiar, so I called out to him, "Are you a subordinate of the Gun King?"

This man was about thirty years old, obviously not very good at his brain, and his expression had betrayed him when I asked like this, but he still hesitated and shook his head.

"I've cleared out the bandits here, so let's go and see it elsewhere.

He didn't believe it, so he looked around the inside and outside of the cottage, and asked me again: "Since the thieves have all been killed, why don't you go down the mountain?"

I pointed to the village: "What a good house, a little vegetable field over there, and some more grain here is enough for these women to eat and drink for a year, why do you want to go back to the village to live such a heavy tax life?"

The middle-aged man looked at me, then at the women, and then at me with a look of disdain on his face. I knew what he was thinking, but I didn't bother to explain it to him, and it would be nice to let these outsiders know that there was a master who could kill forty or fifty robbers living on this mountain.

I sent this man to the mountain gate, and when I saw that he was about to go down the mountain, I saw a man with a long sword on his back go up the mountain. The two were about the same age, and they were a little surprised to meet. The man with the sword on his back saw that I was dressed as a thief, and without saying a word, the sword came to me without saying a word.

I was seriously injured and just recovered, and the weapon was not at hand, and I saw that there were five or six ways to block this sword in my head, but I had no choice but to retreat empty-handed.

This sword is not fast, but it has reached my throat, and the middle-aged man shot out and picked up the sword at the last moment. The man who made the sword was furious: "Wow, you don't have the ability to take it yourself, so you won't let others kill it, right?" The person who made

the gun was stupid, and he was so stupid that he couldn't take it, and I wanted to say that the person who made the sword didn't let me, and three swords in a row rushed at me up and down, so that the person with the gun was not stupid, and he turned the gun to pick him open.

The man who made the sword lost his temper and scolded, "Are all the disciples surnamed Tong so unreasonable?" and then he gave up and fought with the man with the gun.

The two of them have similar martial arts, judging from the fight with those two a few days ago, these two are also new disciples, and they only taught the basic kung fu of the two hands before the entry, and the person who made the gun used the Feiyan three guns, and the back and forth changes were just like that. I haven't seen this one with a sword, but after a while, I can see that it is no different from this one with a gun.

But these two people's martial arts are not high or low, and they are evenly matched, but after a long time, they are getting more and more dangerous, and I see that this is not a way, so I forced myself to go back to the village and get a knife out.

"That's enough!" I pointed my knife at them, but they were fighting so hard that they didn't pay any attention to me. I tried to move, but my whole body hurt from the wound, and seeing that they were in another round, I immediately entered the battle group.