The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 55
Yang Lichao galloped on his horse. Although it was not a spear in his hand, the magic weapon was enough. He galloped in the direction Monk Wang left.

Not long after, I saw Monk Wang in the distance, kicking one foot deep and one foot shallow. He seemed to be in a bad condition.

Is he in good condition? He has been running around all night and is exhausted mentally and physically. If he hadn't been able to hold on for a long time, he would have fallen to the ground and fallen asleep.

Suddenly he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. Monk Wang turned his head in confusion and immediately saw a man approaching on horseback.

"Is it possible that that person has changed his mind and wants to keep me?"

Monk Wang was confused, but an idea flashed in his mind and he realized something was wrong. This man was murderous. This was not to keep him, but to kill him.

"What a piece of shit Kitchen King, he was so angered by my words that he wanted to kill me!"

Monk Wang was filled with shock and anger. He immediately opened his legs and ran wildly. His body that was originally a little tired was bursting with strength. To use a modern term, it was a surge of adrenaline.

Being caught up would definitely mean death. With the broken knife in his hand, how could he use it against the five-foot-long stick in the hand of the man on horseback behind him.

Monk Wang ran for his life and seemed to be back to last night, but today's situation was even more critical than last night's situation.

The sound of horse hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, like a black and white chain that threatened his life. No matter how fast he ran, he could not escape.

Monk Wang knew he couldn't escape. How could a two-legged person outrun a four-legged one?

He turned around, holding a hatchet and looking fiercely at the man who was chasing after him on horseback.

"It's you!"

It was the young man standing next to Liu Zhenhua who came out to chase him.

"Then why is the Kitchen King so ruthless? Does he have to cut the grass and root it out?"

He yelled at Yang Lichao, "Kitchen King, Kitchen King, in the name of Kitchen King, why can't he be as close to the people as Kitchen King? If you insist on chasing me, won't you slander the name of Kitchen King!"

When he realized it, he felt that the name of Kitchen King was familiar before, but in the current crisis situation, he thought that Kitchen King was the Kitchen God.

Good guy, everyone else is making a new king, so you might as well just use the name of a god to plant the flag and become the king.

Yang Lichao, who was coming on horseback, frowned when he heard this, "You are not a citizen of the Stove King."

He dropped these words and galloped up to Monk Wang. He exerted his strength with both legs, clamped the horse's back, tilted his body sideways, and swung the steel stick at Monk Wang fiercely with both hands.

Monk Wang was shocked. If he tried his best to dodge and find a way to cut the horse's leg, he might still have a chance to survive. But how could Monk Wang think of so many things? At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, which was holding a hatchet. He could resist, but he couldn't resist the steel rod wielded by Yang Lichao, who was coming on horseback and carrying a huge impact.

"when."

"boom."

The two voices sounded almost indiscriminately, and the steel bar smashed down the horizontal hatchet, and then directly hit Monk Wang's body.

The huge force directly caused Monk Wang to spit out a mouthful of blood and flew two meters away.

"Shut up!"

Yang Lichao switched to holding a gun with one hand, pulled the reins to stop the horse and turned around, then jumped off the horse and came to Monk Wang with a steel bar in hand.

"Don't whine."

Monk Wang looked at Yang Lichao who was gradually approaching in horror. He was afraid in his heart and ignored the pain in his body. Yesterday he saw many people dying in front of him, but he didn't feel much, but today, it was his turn. , he was afraid.

Yang Lichao did not reply, but walked slowly towards Monk Wang. When he came to Monk Wang, under the latter's frightened and unwilling eyes, the steel rod in Yang Lichao's hand suddenly hit Monk Wang on the head.

Monk Wang of Yanchuan County died. In the original historical direction, although Monk Wang failed in the uprising, he succeeded in contacting various rebels. In the end, he even ordered 20 troops and shocked the three Jin Dynasties. However, this man's military ability was really not good. The first uprising He failed and was surrounded and suppressed by the Ming army. He was defeated all the way and finally died in a battle.Now, he was beaten to death by Yang Lichao in this wilderness.

Yang Lichao wiped the steel rod in his hand with his clothes, then mounted his horse and returned to Zhangjiacun.

Zhangjiacun is still distributing food, and the food for more than 500 people will not be distributed in a short time.

"Master, the matter is settled."

"Hit your head?"

Liu Zhenhua asked.

Yang Lichao nodded, "Don't worry, young master, they are all dead."

Everyone was sharing the food, and now more than 40 people had joined. Liu Zhenhua's team expanded again, with a total of 560 people.

However, the reputation points are still the same, only [-] per day.

Liu Zhenhua is not anxious. In less than a week, he will be able to upgrade the prestige meal again, or upgrade the upper limit of the prestige meal.

The number of reputation points he can gain increases again.

These days, we only need to organize the troops and strengthen discipline. There are no combat missions for the time being. Of course, there is also Liu Zhenhua's equestrian training.

As for whether he will lose the Stove Lord's face, Liu Zhenhua told everyone long ago that he is the reincarnation.

Tang Monk Fang is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. He is not as soft and weak as he needs the protection of Sun Wukong and other disciples.

As for him, he still has some magic power. He can conjure magical weapons and food, which is already very impressive.

In the future, he can also take out a two-foot-long fully automatic magic weapon and kill people under the sound of thunder from hundreds of meters away, or he can take out a fist-sized magic weapon and throw it out to kill several people.

By then, his Stove Lord would have recovered a lot of his magic power.

"Master, you should look straight ahead and don't look down at the horse."

"Yes, that's it, raise your head and tuck your chin."

Yang Lichao looked at Liu Zhenhua sitting on a tall horse in front of him. Yesterday Liu Zhenhua said that he would become a teacher and he would learn to ride a horse.

Yang Lichao was shocked, but the Kitchen King had said that he was reincarnated, so he thought he had some magical power. Moreover, the Kitchen King was not Bima Wen, so he couldn't ride a horse.

It was his honor to be able to teach the Stove Lord how to ride a horse.

After talking about it, Liu Zhenhua suddenly felt that he had learned enough and could put it into practice.

However, he was not in a hurry. At the moment, he just let the horse move forward slowly. After he found the ups and downs pattern on the horse's back, Liu Zhenhua asked the horse to speed up a little.

The only unsatisfactory thing about riding a horse right now is that the saddle is a bit crude, and Liu Zhenhua's legs are so worn that they become red and even a little painful.

Fortunately, it is bearable.

After one day, Liu Zhenhua was immersed in it, and on the second day he was able to gallop. Although he was still unable to wield a sword or gun on the horse, at least his speed was improved.

After practicing a little stability, you can practice holding the knife with one hand.

Looking at this scene, Yang Lichao couldn't help but sigh. As expected of a young master, he is really a fast learner. He had a heavy fall before he learned how to gallop on a horse.

(End of this chapter)