The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 103 Dugu (please subscribe and ask for tickets)

Li Hao's avatar took chickens No. 1~6 all the way westward. In order to avoid troubles, he deliberately wore a short jacket, exposing the mechanical dragon's hands.

Sure enough, it is said that there are so many bandits in Shandong, and one bandit nests in ten miles and one hundred miles in a large village, they are all deceiving people. How can there be any strong people? I haven't even seen a single robber's hair along the way.

In a few days, they had already left the border of Shandong and entered the southern part of Hebei. Finally, a group of dozens of thieves blocked the road ahead, collecting tolls.

Li Hao followed a few frowning merchants from a distance, waiting for the gangster to threaten to ask for money later, and then he would go crazy.

A little leader wearing a felt hat was leaning lazily against the tree, but when he saw a few people coming, he glanced at them from afar, and then he straightened up abruptly.

He greeted one of his subordinates and explained a few words, then came up to meet him.

coming!What kind of slapstick is going to happen later?

While Li Hao was thinking, the leader slipped on his knees and fell to the ground with a bang, leaving three bars of three to four meters on the ground. He bent down and kowtowed:
"elder brother!"

What the hell?Where did I come from, you cheap brother?

Li Hao was so startled that he took half a step back. Just as he was about to reprimand him, he saw that the leader had kowtowed three times and bowed nine times. He raised his head, his eyes wide open:

"I want my brother to know. I'm waiting here. Although I robbed the village, I didn't do anything to hurt anyone. If my brother is willing, he can ask this passer-by to see what the reputation of my village is like?"

Oh, this brother is almost like a hero or a hero.

"Brother, if you are willing, please go up the mountain and be a head chair. We are willing to serve you as the master." Several people ran over, knelt down in front of Li Hao.

This... is too sensible, right?It's hard for me to get mad like you!
Li Hao greeted a few merchants and asked them about it. As a result, dozens of people in the village are usually farmers and robbers on a part-time basis, and few of them are fatal. Let's go.

"Ah! Huh~~ You have saved your life!" A man exclaimed:

"If it weren't for today's cleverness, I'm afraid we would die. This month, I have met the third fake master. This business blocking the way is really difficult to do!"

The little leader who kowtowed first gritted his teeth,
"If we continue to do this, we won't be able to achieve anything. This industry must either become bigger and stronger by itself, or have a strong support.

Brothers, I heard that Liangshan has strong soldiers and horses, and there are many fake masters, who are very powerful. They even attacked the Jeju government a few days ago, why don't you vote? "

"Let's go together!"

Li Hao still didn't know that under his soft heart, there were more soldiers in Liangshan, so he just went on his way, and at night, he could see a big city in the distance.

Oh, it's Handan.

This body is already in the third state, so of course it does not need to eat and drink, but in this world, without eating and drinking, it will be somewhat less interesting.

After entering the city, he inquired about a famous restaurant, so Li Hao ordered a pot of local famous Lao Baigan, and ordered two catties of beef that had just 'died of illness', and sat by the window of the restaurant to listen to some gossip.

While savoring, the street suddenly became lively.

A group of seven or eight green-skinned hooligans chased and beat one and a half adults all the way.But the young man, who looked to be only in his early ten years old, had a nimble figure, and seven or eight big men couldn't catch him for a while with the help of some groceries on the street.

Running and running, another three or four people came from the other side of the street, the leader was a martial artist who had just absorbed the origin qi into his body, and kicked the young man who wanted to run back to the middle of the street.

The young man was besieged in front of the restaurant, with nowhere to go, and he still refused to beg for mercy. He picked up the crooked broom at the door of the restaurant, and was about to fight with these guys.

A skinny young man was no match for a group of big men, and was beaten and kicked by the crowd.

Seeing that the boy was beaten half to death, the leading martial artist waved his hand to let the crowd disperse, and cursed:

"You bastard, you bastard with no parents! Where do you want to go?
Master Yuanwai kindly gave you food, but you are not grateful and want to run away!No wonder your dog daddy got his neck cut, it was all because of your Sangmen star."

The young man was lying on the ground, spitting blood, with only a pair of smart eyes staring at the warrior with a fierce look on his dusty face.

"You still dare to stare at me, old man?" Wu Zhe scolded for a while and couldn't help but look at the young man's ferocious eyes, adding to his anger, and bent over to slap him again.

Just as the warrior raised his hand to strike, the young man saw him open the empty door, an inexplicable ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he spit out a mouthful of blood foam at the warrior, then turned over and took the broom that had been tightly held under his body Stand upright.

allow!Accurate!

The handle of the raised broom happened to block the slap, and 'coincidentally' touched the Shenmen acupoint, and even more coincidentally deflected it with the strength of the warrior, and was stabbed quickly and accurately by the young man. It reached the throat of the warrior who tilted his head to avoid spitting.

The warrior clutched his throat and staggered back a few steps before looking down at the blood on his hands.

Almost, almost, if this broomstick had a spike on it or if this bastard had more strength. After the fear, it was endless anger.

"Straight mother thief! I'll kill you!" The warrior pulled out the iron sword from his waist violently, and wanted to stab the little thief who almost killed him to death.

Whoosh!
when!
A chopstick precisely passed through the Shenmen acupuncture point of his sword-holding hand, pierced it from the red spot stabbed by the broom before, passed through the bone of the hand, and sank into the beam of the house on the side of the street. .

"Ah~~ah!" The warrior cried out in pain, bent over and held his wrist, and looked into the tavern where the chopsticks were shot.

A man in his mid-fifties smiled as if nothing had happened, and when he saw him looking over, he pointed at the martial artist with only one chopstick in his hand.

The warrior turned his head, only to see a pair of cold, ruthless eyes full of killing intent, and a silver-white sword light flashing across his throat.

So my sword can be so beautiful?Why hadn't I found out before?
Holding this last question, his consciousness gradually dissipated.

The young man who saw blood for the first time closed his eyes and raised his head, feeling a pleasure he had never experienced before. It was a refreshing feeling that hit the soul directly, making him addicted and intoxicated.

Under the fearful and astonished eyes of the people around him, he laughed, from smiling to laughing loudly and then to wild laughter, and finally even laughed a little distorted, and spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

The young man approached the tavern holding a sword, thinking about Jing Ke and other heroic stories often told by the storytellers in Handan City, he felt a surge of pride in his chest for no reason.

Qin Wuyang killed thirteen people and became famous in Yandi. I am now eleven, which is still better than that.

He thrust his sword into the ground a few inches, knelt down on one knee, fisted with both hands and said:

"Sir, you may have some worries. I am willing to relieve your worries and sharpen your sword for your husband."

"I'm worry-free!" In the surprised eyes of the young man, Li Hao said lightly:
"It's just that the stab you just had was a bit spiritual. You are still young, don't keep thinking about fighting and killing, it's better to read more books."

As soon as these words came out, the boy was stunned.

Looking at the sluggish young man, Li Hao repeated:
"I said, it's better for young people to read more books. If you don't have the money to go to the school, I can give you some.

You are so old, can you write your own name?If you don't read, you can't even write your own name. "

"I don't have a name."

For the first time, the young man showed a little weakness in his eyes, and his tone became weaker. He looked down at the dark eyes reflected by the sword face, and said softly:
"But my mother said before she died that my father is from the Dugu clan, so she always called me Dugu. If you want, you can also call me Dugu!"

(End of this chapter)