044 [The particularity of being diligent and able to make up for one's selfishness]
In the bitingly cold river water, He Zhao rose and fell with the undercurrent, drifting downstream along the way.
In my hazy state of consciousness, I seemed to hear a child's voice.
"Grandpa, we caught a big fish!"
On a dilapidated old fishing boat, an old man with white hair wearing a coarse linen shirt took the fishing net from his grandson.
With a little more force, he felt a thump in his heart.
He has been fishing with his parents since he was a child and has been a fisherman for more than 50 years. As an old man with extremely rich experience, he knows the underwater fishing net and what is caught in it.
'Have you met a drifter?'
After catching a dead body so early in the morning, the old man could only secretly say something bad. He wanted to throw it away with the fishing net, but the ones he had at home were worth a little more than that, and he was just a guy eating.
"Alas!" He sighed and asked his grandson to turn his head. With two arms, he lifted the fishing net up. Sure enough, there was a body covered with wounds and with countless arrows stuck in it. He was holding it tightly in his hands.
Holding a broken knife, it lay quietly in the fishing net.
"It's our fate that I met you. The old man will take you ashore and bury you in peace. Just don't hurt our grandfather and grandson." He is older and has heard a lot of strange things, so he naturally knows how to deal with it.
After placing the body on the boat and covering it with rags to avoid scaring the only grandson, he shouted.
"Let's go!"
The old man rowed the boat and approached the shore.
The little boy, who was about six or seven years old, glanced curiously at the stern of the boat that his grandfather had covered with rags, and cautiously looked back at the old man who was concentrating on rowing. He walked over twirling his hands and feet.
"ah--"
"What's wrong!"
The old man hurriedly threw away the oar and immediately ran to the stern of the boat.
I saw my grandson sitting slumped on the wooden board, pointing at the rag with his trembling right hand.
"Move, move, move... move!"
"???"
He Zhao woke up from the chaos, opened his eyes and saw a face full of age spots.
"Housheng, are you awake? Take a sip of rice soup to calm down."
After a while, Renren Zhao felt warm in his stomach and asked with a weak look on his face.
"Where is this?"
"A remote wooden house on Qingshan Mountain. Don't worry, my eldest son and I built it. No one knows about it except the two of us." The longer we live, the smarter we become. Seeing that He Zhao was wounded by swords and arrows,
How could he possibly place the other party in his own home?
Regardless of yourself, just imagine the safety of the villagers, right?
No hunters would go up the mountain during this season, so they simply sent them here to recuperate.
"Thank you very much, father-in-law. I will surely repay you generously in the future."
"This is what I fished out with you. The old man didn't even touch it. There's no need for a heavy reward. I just spent some effort to carry you to the mountain. I'll just pay back the rations after you recover from your injuries."
The old man handed over the wet bundle and pointed to the corner of the wooden house.
He Zhao glanced around and saw a broken black knife standing aside.
"Young man, this knife of yours is filled with evil energy. It's best to throw it away sometime."
Wu Renzhao glanced at the old man in surprise and said to himself that you have a good eye.
The old man laughed to himself. When he was carrying him up the mountain, he encountered a big insect. As a result, the broken knife fell to the ground, and the king of the forest was so frightened that he ran away in panic with his tail between his legs.
"There are pots and firewood in the house, and there is enough food for you to eat for a month. Next month, I will bring it to the mountain for you." After saying this, the old man left the wooden house.
In this regard, He Zhao expressed his understanding. He was not his father, so why should he take care of him?
What's more, looking at his clothes, I know that the old man's family is probably not wealthy. Giving him a month's rations to a stranger who doesn't know his details can be said to be equivalent to saving his own life.
"There are many bad people in this world, and there are also many good people." Ruan Renzhao opened his bag and took out a few wet books. These were obtained from the retreat room of the Taoist Master Hetu. After opening the pages, he found that he could barely read them, so he
Set aside to dry.
Then he took out the hidden silver notes from his clothes, some broken pieces of silver, sacrificial utensils such as bone daggers, crying bones, daggers from the spirit world, and a jade basket, all of which were missing.
Apart from anything else, the old man took a few taels away from the broken silver, and most people really couldn't notice it.
And he had forty-eight taels of broken silver in his hand, which was a lot.
"Simple."
After sighing with emotion, He Zhao began to check his injuries.
The chest and abdomen were wrapped with clean cloth, and there was a numbness in the wounds.
"Probably the most common herbal medicine in the mountains - Ma-leaf grass, it is very effective in treating trauma." After studying medical skills for half a month, he didn't just know how to make poisons. Some simple healing common sense has already been imprinted in his mind.
"Finally, there is no bleeding anymore. I have been recovering quietly for a month. With death resistance and high-speed regeneration, I can almost recover completely." He Zhao was full of joy. With the little spiritual power left, he killed the enemy with one sword and suffered a lot of damage to himself.
Backlash is minimized.
If he had wielded a knife like the Taoist Master of Hetu, he would have left the simulation scene long ago and returned to his bedroom.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Except for the occasional pain, He Zhao moved as usual. Every day he was either chopping firewood or studying books with enlarged fonts.
"If you want to remove the blood lines on the sacrificial vessel, you need to have the Light Riding Realm stranger pour all your spiritual power into it. Only then will the blood lines covered by the sacrificial vessel gradually be reduced each time you use it."
Take advantage of the light!
["The Method of Burning Wrath" (Fragment): 4005/5000 (Dacheng)]
【Israeli:33.7%】
It's early, at least eleven months.
Secret blood warrior?
There is not enough food to continue practicing.
Now he eats every meal with open arms, not even half a cow, but at least two sheep!
He Zhao suddenly heard that he had completed most of the list he made before entering the simulation scene?
[①: After learning more secrets about the sacrificial weapon, it is best to find a way to expel the blood lines. (√)]
[②: Get more information about how secret blood warriors can quickly transform into different blood. (√)]
[③: Keep a low profile and survive longer in simulated scenes. On the one hand, it is for scoring, and on the other hand, it is for cultivating the "Burning Wrath Method" to Dzogchen. (×)]
[④: If you have the opportunity, explore the information about the black broken knife of Hetu Taoist Master. (√)]
【⑤: Understand the effect of Shenyin's finger pull.(√)】
"For the remaining eleven months, I will stay on the mountain. I don't believe it anymore. How can you bring trouble to me?"
At night, sleep talk sounded in the wooden house.
"It's stable now."
"You can go on for thirty or fifty years, but your ratings won't break through the sky?"
Some small animals that came out to look for food in the middle of the night were frightened and fled when they heard the noise.
Time flies so fast, and it’s already the second year in a blink of an eye.
["The Method of Burning Wrath" (Fragment): 9005/10000 (Perfect)]
【Israeli:94%】
"Let it burn!"
"boom--"
The fire of nothingness that had grown many times stronger in the center of his eyebrows immediately began to burn the death scenes that kept emerging in his mind.
When the flame is extinguished, the embers turn into spiritual power.
["The Method of Burning Wrath" (Fragment): (Perfection)]
[Foreigners (Light Riding Realm): 0%]
The blue spiritual power turned into bright white, and He Zhao's body flashed with white spiritual power from time to time.
[Diligence can make up for weakness..."The Law of Burning Wrath" (remnant) is being completed...completed...players are welcome to check it out by themselves.]
"Um?"
And an unexpected bonus!
Wuhu.
He Zhao focused on the upper left corner of his sight.