In the Horse Wind Qiang style, the punching intention becomes more and more intense the more the punch is struck, the force of one punch is stronger than the previous one, and the force of the last punch is at least about 10% stronger than the previous one. Therefore, when Lin Zhao reaches the eleventh punch
, it was equivalent to a double punch, and a heavy punch hit the old god just on the face, causing nosebleeds and a miserable look.
"Little one, do you really think I don't have anger?"
The old god roared angrily, spinning the fortune-telling flag in his hand. Just as he was getting punched, the fire dragon flames lingering around him hit Lin Zhao's abdomen heavily. The shock caused Lin Zhao to retreat continuously, and his blood energy instantly became extremely disordered.
, this blow is the true power of the Seventh Realm monk. Although he is a wild cultivator, the Seventh Realm is the Seventh Realm. His energy quickly increased. He took a step forward and laughed ferociously: "What do you mean by self-destruction? Originally, you
You don’t have to die, but you will definitely die now!”
The fortune-telling flag swayed, and the fire dragon left his body and rushed towards Lin Zhao.
"Um!?"
The last time Lin Zhao fought against the spiritual cultivator was Huang Yueran, but that was a sword cultivator. The wild cultivator in front of him was very different. There were various "immortal techniques" emerging one after another. Lin Zhao could only resist with two fists, and bombarded him up and down with a pair of fists.
, repulsed the fire dragons one by one, but the injuries on his body were getting more and more. A third-level martial artist would be damned if he could defeat a seventh-level monk. Although the opponent was a wild cultivator and a paper-thin seventh-level warrior, he was still a seventh-level warrior after all.
, the background is still a little bit.
"Brother Lin Zhao!"
In the blink of an eye, after seeing Lin Zhao in dire straits and in danger, Su Qingjiu shouted: "I'm going to call someone right now!"
"You still want to call someone!?"
Old Huang raised his hand, released a ray of flame and sealed the courtyard door, and sneered: "Today, except for this extremely talented girl, everyone else will die, no one will be left alive!"
As Lin Zhao punched, his mind was racing. At this time, he would definitely not be able to rely on himself anymore. So after shattering a section of the fire dragon with one punch, he dragged his blood-stained fist back to the door of the courtyard and faced the outside.
He shouted: "Old Huang, are you going to patrol the streets with your brothers?"
"Isn't that right?"
In the distance, Huang Tingyu's voice really came: "There has been chaos in the town recently. I heard that a monk from the Seventh Realm is coming to visit. How can I, the deputy commander of the Tianchi Army, not come over?!"
"Huang Tingyu!?"
The old god's expression was stern, and his heart felt chilly. He immediately stopped doing anything and walked to the door with a smile on his face: "Little friend Lin Zhao, I'm joking with you. This is the end of today's competition. I'm going to leave first."
As he spoke, he walked through the wall and appeared outside the yard.
"..."
Lin Zhao hurried out of the yard, wanting to give the old immortal a punch in the back, and at the same time see if Huang Tingyu was really here. The old Huang seemed to be in a very high state, maybe Lin Zhao was talking in his yard.
People can really hear it.
…
As a result, on the back street, a cavalry team of dozens of people walked slowly. The man in the front, riding a black horse and carrying two swords, was not Huang Tingyu. Who else could it be?
"Wait a minute, this fellow Taoist."
Huang Tingyu laughed loudly and stopped Ye Xiu who was about to run away. He narrowed his eyes and a ray of his mind came out and penetrated straight into Ye Xiu's sea of consciousness. Suddenly the old god was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
Standing there blankly, after being explored by Huang Tingyu, his plan to take Su Qingjiu away and become a Taoist couple in the future was completely understood. At this moment, the old god felt desolate in his heart.
"Tsk tsk..."
Huang Tingyu regained his composure and said with a joking smile: "The widows in Tianchi Town all say that I, Huang Tingyu, do not practice cultivation in old age, but compared with this fellow Taoist, I, Huang Tingyu, am really a shining star.
You are a young and handsome young man with cool sleeves. In this case, I am afraid that I will not be able to say that I will not give fellow Taoist a chance to survive."
The wild cultivator nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "What Daoist Fellow Huang said is absolutely true. It is not easy to climb the great road, and it is even more difficult for wild cultivators like me. I ask Fellow Daoist Huang to give me a chance."
"Can."
Huang Tingyu raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Fellow Taoist, if you answer me a question that satisfies me, Lao Huang, I will not only spare your life, but I will also send you to the south gate of the town and treat you to a drink."
"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Huang!"
"Which one is more handsome, me or Chu Shuai?" Huang Tingyu, who was on horseback, asked this question carelessly, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Xiu, with wrinkles all over his face.
Then who is Chu Huaixi? He is a handsome man, with excellent appearance and temperament. In Tianchi Town, whoever has seen Chu Huaixi, which girl would not be pregnant? Therefore, Chu Huaixi is famous not only for his appearance.
He is a martial artist in the Sea Territory, the most famous general in the Northern Territory, and also has the reputation of being the most handsome man in the Northern Territory.
Ye Xiu kept muttering in his heart. Although he had never met Chu Huaixi with his own eyes, Chu Huaixi had a good reputation, so he was more popular than the one in front of him, right? But if he said that Chu Huaixi was more handsome, Huang Tingyu
He must be dissatisfied. He will inevitably be struck by a sword. Everyone knows that Huang Tingyu, the deputy commander of the Tianchi Army, is a swordsman, but no one knows what level this swordsman is. They only know that after Huang Tingyu came to Tianchi Ridge,
Every time he followed Chu Huaixi down to Beishan, he killed countless masters of the demon clan, but he never suffered any damage.
This man cannot be offended!
Then, Ye Xiu cupped his fists and said, "Huang Daoyou has a majestic head, a shining light, and looks like a handsome man. I'm afraid he will be as generous as Chu Shuai."
These words were very clever and ambiguous. They neither offended Huang Tingyu nor Chu Huaixi. They were the most comfortable words he could say at the moment.
"oh?"
Huang Tingyu narrowed his eyes on the horse, raised his hand to draw his sword, and said with a smile: "I, Huang Tingyu, know my appearance and virtues very well, how can I be compared with Chu Shuai? I hate liars the most in my life.
In response to what fellow Taoist said, what does it mean to make oneself miserable? Originally, you didn’t have to die, but now you will definitely die!!”
Ye Xiu was horrified. This was what he had said to Lin Zhao not long ago. Could the world be repaid so quickly?
"Give you another chance."
Huang Tingyu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I will count three times. When I count to three, I will draw my sword. If you can escape this sword, I will never kill you. Why don't you run away now?"
"ah?!"
Ye Xiu hurriedly controlled the fire dragon and walked away in the breeze.
"three!"
Huang Tingyu immediately counted to three, then drew his sword and sheathed it, all in one movement. In a ray of sword light, the wild cultivator fell from the air and was split into two.
"..."
A group of Tianchi Army soldiers all looked at Huang Tingyu, especially a few middle-aged soldiers who had long been very familiar with Huang Tingyu, with amusement on their faces.
Huang Tingyu grinned and said: "I hate people lying, but that doesn't mean I don't lie. They are two different things. What do you think, brothers?"
Everyone clasped their fists: "What the deputy commander said is reasonable, we are convinced!"
"Hahahaha~~~"
Huang Tingyu laughed loudly and led the people to continue patrolling. When he passed by Lin Zhao, he laughed and said: "If you encounter such wild cultivators committing murder in the town in the future, just shout "Old Huang" and I will count my breaths unless I go down to Beishan.
We arrived in a while, got it?"
"Well, thank you very much, Lao Huang!"
"you are welcome!"
Huang Tingyu clasped fists with the young man in a serious manner and responded with a smile: "I, the swordsman, talk about loyalty when I walk around the world!"
A group of old brothers laughed loudly and pointed at the deputy commander's nose with their fingers: "You are just a fucking Nascent Soul realm swordsman at best. What kind of swordsman are you? You are so shameless, Old Huang!"
"Wow hahahaha, I am willing!!!"
…
Lin Zhao brought back a lot of delicious food, including braised trotters, pickled five-spice beef, and a braised five-flowered fish. They were all delicious that Lin Zhao asked for, and they were still hot after they were brought back.
So I applied some medicine on myself and then ate with the two children. After this meal, I was full and full.
Just as he finished eating, he heard someone knocking on the door. Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt. Lin Zhao was a little unfamiliar, but Su Qingjiu recognized him at a glance and said, "Sir?"
He was a teacher from the school. The reason why Lin Zhao stood out was probably because he had just been transferred from the Yamashita Academy.
"Su Qingjiu."
The teacher smiled slightly: "You haven't come to the school for a long time."
"My Home……"
The little girl's eyes instantly turned red.
Lin Zhao gently touched Su Qingjiu's little head and said, "Sir, you must also know about the Su family's affairs."
"Well, I know a little bit."
The husband nodded and said: "I came here this time just to say whether Su Qingjiu will go back to school. If he goes back, the tuition for the second half of the year will have to be paid. The Su family is already like this, so I am a little worried...
…”
Lin Zhao frowned: "How much?"
"Two green clam coins."
"..."
Actually asking for two green clams, Lin Zhao's current financial resources are a bit stretched. He already spent a lot of money selling the deer last time, and now he only has a little more than one green clam left at most.
"gentlemen."
Lin Zhao said respectfully: "How about... let Xiaojiuer go to class, I will pay the tuition."
With that said, he turned around and went home, took out a green clam coin and offered it to him, saying, "There is also a green clam coin. I will definitely get it together soon. Starting from tomorrow, Xiaojiu'er can go back to class, right?"
"Um."
The gentleman nodded: "It's just the remaining money for green clams, please hand it over as soon as possible..."
"I know, thanks!"
"You're welcome."
…
After his husband left, Lin Zhao sat down in the yard. Now there were only two words in his mind: Make money!
"Brother Lin Zhao..."
Xiao Jiu'er lay on his lap, with tears in her eyes, and said, "Actually... I don't have to go to school. I will go fishing with Brother Lin Zhao and Xiao Shitou in the future, and I have to support myself."
Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't this bad? There are not many fish in Baiyu Creek. With three fishing rods, we will catch all the fish in less than half a year~~~"
Xiaojiuer burst into tears and smiled: "Then I will listen to brother Lin Zhao."
"Well, be obedient and go to bed early!"
…
Late at night, Lin Zhao fell asleep soundly on two makeshift beds, one on the left and one on the right, with small stones and small wine, while Lin Zhao was thinking about making money, and the tuition fees at Tianchiling School kept rising.
They are all expensive, because the town may be invaded by the evil spirits from the north at any time, and the academies of the secular dynasties in the south are not willing to send teachers, and those who can come are not afraid of death.
Lin Zhao looked out the window, feeling peaceful.
I am really scared of poverty.
I still remember that year, when Lin Zhao was six years old and could no longer afford the school fees, her mother wrote a note to her husband, hoping that he would give him some time off, but the husband read the note out in front of all the schoolchildren.
For the first time in his life, Lin Zhao felt something called humiliation.
Afterwards, her mother, who was seriously ill, went back to her parents' home. When she came back, she asked Lin Zhao to peel edamame beans outside the door. Her mother, who was separated by a door panel, cried extremely sadly. At that time, she visited all her relatives, but she couldn't help her.
Just give me a copper plate.
…
From then on, Lin Zhao stopped going to school.
Looking at the moonlight outside the window, the young man burst into tears. He missed his mother so much, that woman with an extremely gentle smile.
