Time passed quickly, and it was almost a month since Yue Hongling left. The first month passed silently, and it was February now, with spring in full bloom.
The medicine has been used up. Not only is the Qi and Blood Powder I bought not enough, but it is also not enough for daily medicinal baths. Because Zhao Changhe has recently sent people to buy medicine everywhere, Fang Buping has also heard about it and started buying it up, so there is no more, even in the surrounding towns.
What’s even more terrible is that after a long period of rest, Fang Buping’s injuries from being punished by Suzaku have finally healed.
In the past two months, Zhao Changhe had earned a lot of money because of the "challenge" of the fools. He only gave a symbolic portion of this money to the branch, indicating that Beimang Mountain Stronghold was still a subordinate of the Blood God Cult. As for Fang Buping's previous request for half, he got nothing.
But early this morning, Fang Buping sent five or six people and arrogantly demanded half of the resources.
Now that my injury has healed, I feel very proud. I have been feeling unhappy with Zhao Changhe for several months, and now it's time to vent.
"Master Zhao, is Beimang Village still a village of the Blood God Cult? Master Zhao, are you planning to establish your own village?"
"Ha, what are you talking about, brother? We are all brothers in the church, come and sit down."
The visitor looked up at the sky. "Captain Fang said that he and Chief Zhao had agreed that half of the income from the stronghold would be handed over to the branch stronghold every month. But last month, the stronghold handed over 88 taels. What does this mean? The captain helped you solve the issue of suppressing bandits with the government. No soldiers have disturbed you for several months. Is that right?"
Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart. The government didn't come? What do you think Cui Yuanyong came for? With him here, why do we need the government in this small town? They just need to serve Master Cui and eat, drink, defecate and urinate.
They didn't do anything, either because Yue Hongling was here, or because their identity was strange, and it had nothing to do with you, Fang Buping? On the contrary, wasn't that Lin Feihu the trouble caused by you, Fang Buping
He didn't say that after all. He leaned against the main seat and said leisurely, "What we agreed on is the income of the village, but the income of the past two months is basically the bonus from my challenge to others. That is my personal income. Throwing it into the public treasury is because I treat you as brothers and share the happiness. It doesn't mean that it is the income of the village. Giving you eighty-eight taels is already a lot. Just ask any brother, is this the truth?"
A group of mountain bandits stood huddled around, each with different thoughts in their minds.
It is true that what the boss said is true. The income of the village is very little, and it is still from hunting animals. The crops suggested by the former wife of the village chief have just been planted and have not yet been harvested... Now the income of the village is indeed the boss's personal challenge bonus, which he selflessly throws into the public treasury for use. Others can only help dig traps in this matter. It is really a blessing to share.
There is nothing to say about the boss's character. He is very loyal.
But how should I put it? Taking sides is not necessarily just about who you are as a person.
After all, Captain Fang is at the fourth level of the Xuanguan realm and is also the clear superior of the sect. Who dares to openly stand on your side
Some people even thought, the so-called lack of income is because you are suppressing everyone from robbing, otherwise how can there be no income? Are we still considered bandits now, and why are we still using this kind of land
These people were not forced to rebel by the government. They were all second-rate people or people who had committed crimes and went to the mountains. If they were willing to farm honestly before, who would go to the mountains...
The visitor laughed loudly: "Which of your brothers agrees with you? You are the leader of the village, isn't your income the income of the village?"
Zhao Changhe took in everyone's expressions and smiled, "That's true. Dashan, take this envoy brother to the warehouse and get half of the things."
Then someone looked unhappy again.
Those are all our stuff, and half of them were given away without any reason. My heart is bleeding. No fool dared to challenge them recently, where did they get so many resources? If they move more like this, they will have to eat dirt again.
But no one spoke up to agree with the boss just now, what about now
Zhao Changhe wanted to laugh, so he said leisurely, "Okay, go and get the three of you… oh no, get a few of you to serve the helmsman and his envoy. Clear one of the best rooms. For tonight's roast lamb, remember to save the lamb legs for the envoy's brother to enjoy. That's all, adjourn the meeting."
After saying this, he stood up and left leisurely without paying attention to the different expressions in the gathering hall.
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Outside the pond in the back mountain, the water is still clear, there is no snow around, the trees have sprouted new branches, and the flowers and plants are fragrant everywhere. The wild geese are returning south, and their cries fill the sky.
Zhao Changhe stood in silence for a while, then suddenly opened his three-stone bow and, without even aiming, shot an arrow at the returning geese flying high in the sky.
When the bowstring sounded, the arrow was like a meteor, and two wild geese were pierced by the arrow and fell to the ground with a thud.
Zhao Changhe did not go over to pick it up. As he looked far away, he could clearly see the wound on the wild goose's body. It was not pierced by an arrow, but the spiral of bloody and murderous energy had rushed into its body, leaving a big hole. The wound was surrounded by swirling blood, and its bones were shattered and cracked.
The bow and arrow have been perfected so far, and the eyes and ears are clear, as if reflected in the heart. If the skill is not broken through, everything will be at a bottleneck. Without medicinal materials, it is difficult to cook without rice. Zhao Changhe's ambitious pace had to slow down, and at the same time, he was more determined to leave.
There aren't enough resources to even reach the second and third levels, so what should I do if I want to reach a higher level
The messenger from Fang Buping has already left, but he will obviously come back to cause trouble. As Yue Hongling said, since fate has come to this point, it is the fuse, and this period of recuperation should also come to an end.
He pondered for a moment, hid his bow and arrows behind a tree by the pond, and strode away.
Even though he felt it was not enough, Zhao Changhe still planned to try to break through the third level tonight. Whether he succeeded or not, he would take it into consideration.
Tomorrow is the Waking of Insects. Insects are still breaking out of the earth, so why should dragons hide
He returned to the house, soaked in the last bucket of medicinal bath, drank the last portion of the medicine, bathed and changed his clothes, and slowly assumed a strange posture.
The third level of Blood Evil Skill was no longer a horse stance. The current posture looked like the statue of David, which was very embarrassing. Moreover, the posture had to be changed slowly, which was even more embarrassing... but it was more conducive to the circulation of Blood Evil, and also more conducive to the infiltration of blood and qi from blood vessels and muscles to tendons, bones and internal organs.
When the blood evil spreads inside and outside, the blood evil skill can be fully developed. Yue Hongling's judgment is naturally correct. This is indeed a skill with a very high upper limit. Among the many types of external skills, there are very few that can train the bones and internal organs.
It’s just that the later you get, the more energy you need to replenish, and... the more painful it is.
He could clearly feel the murderous energy surging in his blood, seeping outward, entering his skin, and spreading to his fascia... Slowly, severe pain began to invade, his blood began to boil, his mind became more and more violent, and he just wanted to tear apart everything he saw, to vent the violence in his heart and the pain in his body.
Zhao Changhe knew that if there were outsiders nearby, they would see that his eyes were bright red at this moment, and he looked like a wild beast about to go berserk.
While his sanity was still intact, Xia Longyuan's technique began to work. A ray of coolness entered the middle courtyard from the perineum, then went up to the heart meridian, and then to the spirit platform, maintaining the immortality of the spiritual light.
But the more awake you are, the more unbearable the pain becomes. In a sense, the violent blood evil power can actually be regarded as a way for you to ignore or vent your physical pain. It just depends on whether you are willing to be a non-human or not...
Of course Zhao Changhe didn't want to.
Threads of true energy flow from the dantian through the meridians, overflowing into the muscles and bones, relieving the pain in the body.
Whether it was Xia Chichi's help at the beginning, or now relying on Xia Longyuan's skills, the internal skills have always helped to alleviate the disadvantages of the blood evil skills, rather than eliminate them. The real way to eliminate them is the blood-fixing pills given by Instructor Sun, but to this day, Zhao Changhe has never eaten a single one.
Once you become dependent on that kind of thing, you will never be independent again.
It is enough to relieve the internal function... How can a man of such strength not endure that little bit of pain
In a daze, he seemed to hear a noise outside and someone knocking on the door. Zhao Changhe was in a state of confusion and did not pay attention. He continued to attack the final level tirelessly.
I don't know how long I endured it, but Zhao Changhe could already feel his sweat soaking through his clothes, and the fascia that the blood evil was trying to break through was always just a little bit short.
Just a little bit.
No matter how many times you try to strike back despite the pain, it's just not strong enough.
Not enough energy, not enough medicine, and too little time.
After all, he is not a genius favored by fate.
"Fuck it!" Zhao Changhe opened his eyes angrily and kicked the bathtub beside the room to pieces. The medicinal bath splashed all over the floor, announcing the failure of this breakthrough.
"Boss, Boss!" Someone outside seemed to have heard some noise inside the house and shouted anxiously, "Boss, you are finally awake..."
Zhao Changhe panted tiredly and said angrily, "What's the matter!"
"Someone broke into the village at night and got trapped... But her swordsmanship was so powerful that we fought her for half an hour but still couldn't take her down..."
(End of this chapter)