When Zhu Houzhao practiced Hao Que Swordsmanship for the twentieth time, he didn't feel any fatigue at all and couldn't help but be a little overjoyed.

Hard work really paid off! He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Now that the problem of fatigue in practicing Haoque swordsmanship has been solved, the next thing we face is how to solve the problem of other evil arts mixed with his orthodox swordsmanship when competing with Yamada swordsmanship.

Zhu Houzhao had a headache! This problem was so difficult to solve! He was a little worried and dizzy.

But at this moment, Zhu Houzhao suddenly heard a rush of noisy footsteps and sharp panting coming from the quiet mountain path next to him.

"What is going on?" Zhu Houzhao was shocked.

Before Zhu Houzhao could figure out what was going on and react, he saw an old man in rags and clothes staggering out from the quiet mountain path. He seemed to have been seriously injured, and then he stumbled into the He fell into Zhu Houzhao's arms and didn't even give Zhu Houzhao a chance to dodge.

"What the hell, what's going on?" Zhu Houzhao's mind was in a mess, or according to the future

In later years, the term for this situation was called brain failure.

"This is... the sword manual of Ten Thousand Sword Techniques. It can deal with any messy sword skills in the world. I leave it to you as a master... be sure to hide it. ....."

Zhu Houzhao? Before he could figure out what was going on, the old man thrust an old yellow book into his hand with a look of grief on his face, then his eyes gradually lost focus, and he finally fell to the ground.

What Zhu Houzhao could see was that when the old man fell, his eyes were full of hope and expectation, his skinny hands dropped down, he had no strength left, and his eyes were wide open and could no longer be closed.

"Sword Manual of Ten Thousand Sword Techniques? This is great information! I didn't expect that the swordsmanship that I and Yamada Kenbi talked nonsense about actually existed in the world! It's good now. If you want to fall asleep, I have a pillow. Believe it or not, learn it. After learning this sword manual, next time I compete with Yamada's sword, I will definitely kill him."

Zhu Houzhao first found a mouse hole in the grass and hid the sword manual. He also stuffed the outside with soil, and then stood there for a long time. It all happened very quickly. He had no idea what was going on. How funny this was. So he went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship, and out of thin air, a master fell from the sky and died in his arms, along with a sword manual.

What the hell is going on? It's so baffling! Zhu Houzhao's eyes were a little dull, and his mind was dull. In any case, this place is not a place to stay for a long time, and it would be bad luck to stay here.

Zhu Houzhao wanted to see if the noble man lying on the ground was still breathing, but he finally stopped.

In short, no matter whether the old man faked his death or died for real, he was destined to be less successful than Zhu Houzhao.

Faking death? That’s just cheating!

Zhu Houzhao could completely predict the bloody plot that was going to happen next. Soon, a group of strong and fierce men with weapons in their hands would suddenly rush out from the quiet mountain path.

The leader of the group of strongmen would glare at him first, and then shout directly at him: "Thieves, where are you going if you kill someone?" Then he asked whether the collision between people would kill someone or not. , they will all shout and hold him tightly, and then ask him if he wants to go public or private? Public? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts, private? That's easy to say. Then the strong men will shoot Compensation for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental loss expenses, lost work expenses and a series of sky-high prices would make Zhu Houzhao unable to bear the burden. It would be best to let him rush to the street and become a pug.

And what if he was really dead? That would be the worst. He did not say anything privately, but put on the hat of a murderer and directly sent him to the government, although Zhu Houzhao did nothing.

After all, Zhu Houzhao didn't have the quality to bend down even when pressed against the mountain, and his face didn't change color and his heart didn't beat. He wanted to run away quickly, away from the place of right and wrong.

However, it's still too late.

Just as Zhu Houzhao expected, soon, a group of strong men with long swords and fierce looks suddenly rushed out from the quiet mountain path.

The group of people first stopped next to the old man on the ground, stepped forward to inspect him carefully, and then searched his body. They seemed to be disappointed and shook their heads.

Then, several people stood up one after another.

The leader actually rushed forward, glared at Zhu Houzhao, and then shouted at him: "Thief, where are you going after you hit and killed someone?"

In an instant, Zhu Houzhao had a cowardly look on his face, shaking his head like a rattle, and blushing like a monkey's butt. He stepped back and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "You guys have misunderstood, you guys have misunderstood." , It’s true that I didn’t hit him to death, it was the old man who accidentally fell and fell to death while walking.”

"Did you fall to death?" The leader of the strongman snorted coldly, and when he exerted force on his chest, his two chest muscles suddenly collapsed.

Suddenly he noticed the sword in Zhu Houzhao's hand and shouted sternly: "I'm afraid you killed him with a sword, right? Otherwise, why are there blood stains on your clothes? Brother, you are in trouble, it's a big deal. Let me ask you, Do you want it to be public or private?

Is it public? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts. Is it private? Then everything is easy to talk about.

With sweat on his face and trembling body, Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to choose the option where everything was easy to talk about.

So the strongman in charge confidently offered a series of sky-high prices to compensate for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental loss expenses, lost work expenses, etc. No matter if you have money on hand or not, I am afraid that you will not be able to get the money.

"Uncle, I am just a poor student from this mountain. He is so poor that he almost uses his underwear for food. He really has no money!" Zhu Houzhao begged for mercy over and over again. As he spoke, he burst into tears and runny nose. .

"No money? I think you want to get married?" Beside the leader of the strongmen, a black-faced man wielded a sword and said fiercely.

"It's absolutely forbidden to be a male." Zhu Houzhao trembled and said, "To tell you the truth, I am a married man, with a three-year-old child waiting to be fed, and an eighty-year-old mother who has dried up her oil lamp."

Zhu Houzhao slowly retreated, looking as if he was about to run away. The black-faced man suddenly swung behind him, blocking his retreat.

"This won't work, that won't work either. It seems that you are really bullying us. If I don't give you some color, you don't know why the flowers are so red. Brothers, why don't we kill this kid with one sword now? , take your life for that old man." The bones of the hand holding the sword of the black-faced man made a cracking sound, and he shouted angrily, and several big men wanted to swing their swords and strike at Zhu Houzhao together.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands/a single sword is hard to beat with multiple swords. Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly turned pale.

But at this moment, the leader of the strongman had a strange look in his eyes and said: "Don't embarrass this little brother, we can talk slowly if we have anything to say."
Chapter completed!