The dull thunder is getting louder and denser, and it seems to break out of the shackles of the dense clouds, tear the clouds apart, and be freed. The dazzling blue light of lightning rushes past, and the huge thunder roars.
, the shock made people’s hearts tighten and the earth shake.
The dim cave suddenly lit up again, flashing a twisting rainbow, bright red than the rays of the sun, and like a dazzling rose, pierced on a golden arrow and sprinting quickly in the clouds, and then;
There was nothing left, and continuous thunder followed. Explosion, darkness, silence, lightning, darkness, and thunder alternated.
Seeing the thunder and lightning gathering and the beam of light getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Yuan, who was terrified, ignored the rugged ground and rolled and climbed all the way to avoid the lightning in the sky.
According to past experience, when these thunder and lightning converge, there will be a large-scale bombardment. He must stay away from the core of the thunder and lightning before the thunder and lightning completes the convergence, buying even a little time for himself.
At this time, Zhao Yuan completely understood that time is the true meaning of life.
In fact, no matter how he ran, Zhao Yuan was always shrouded in thick clouds. However, this kind of running could keep him far away from the core of thunder and lightning.
boom!
Thunderbolts pierced the thick clouds and rushed towards Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, suddenly jumped up, lightning struck the ground, and snowflakes mixed with sand flew in the air.
After landing, Zhao Yuan had no time to rest at all. He immediately rolled over and a bolt of lightning struck the place where he landed.
Now Zhao Yuan has a lot of experience in avoiding thunder and lightning. He knows that although the lightning is chasing him and bombarding him, it has only one impact point, and that impact point is at the moment when his body hits the ground. He only needs to do
If you move your position the moment lightning strikes, you can avoid——
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After several lightning strikes, the gathering dark clouds quickly dissipated. It was as if the scene of lightning, thunder, and earth-shattering had never happened before. The sky was blue and extremely peaceful. However, a series of irregular blackened pits on the ground showed that that was not what happened just now.
An illusion, but a real catastrophe that can kill people.
Zhao Yuan didn't understand what the heavenly calamity was, but he knew that it was God who had trouble with him.
Zhao Yuan stretched out his limbs and lay on his back in a big glyph shape. He stared at the washed blue sky with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and an arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I won, bastard God, I beat you again."
"You can't kill me!"
After resting for a while, Zhao Yuan turned over and jumped up, raising his middle finger to the sky. Then, he straightened his ragged clothes and strode towards the official road.
Zhao Yuan has given up the idea of studying under a cultivation sect in the near future.
He ambushed Zhang Minglong in the Huayun Sect and set fire to the mountain, causing a huge disaster. The other party would never let it go. If Zhao Yuan became a disciple and learned the art, it would be easy to find him. Just check the unidentified people who have been taken in by the sect recently.
People can easily track his whereabouts.
There is no doubt that it is not suitable to study under a teacher for the time being.
The top priority was that Zhao Yuan needed to find a place to stay to spend this cold winter.
Winter is coming, and whether he can survive today may not be able to survive tomorrow. When he was by the river, if Gauss hadn't come to rescue him, he would have turned into a cold corpse.
Humans are social animals. If you want to survive, you must stay close to where humans live.
Zhao Yuan drove for twenty days and settled in a market town more than five hundred miles away from Huayun Sect.
This market town is called "Xujiaqiao". It is said that hundreds of years ago, the Xu family was extremely prosperous here and raised funds to build a stone arch bridge over a river. The bridge was named "Xujiaqiao". Slowly, this place became famous.
The place name was named Xujiaqiao. However, hundreds of years later, the Xu family gradually declined, and foreign surnames poured in, leaving very few people with the Xu family name. Only the stone arch bridge still stood on the river and became an important transportation link on both sides of the river.
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The permanent population of Xujiaqiao exceeds 30,000, and the floating population remains at around 5,000. Although it is not prosperous, it is rich in products and is a good place to stay. The most important thing is that there are no rivers here, the mountain roads are rugged, and the transportation is very inconvenient.
Except for people who make a living in business, people in the world and cultivators generally don't pay attention to such small market towns.
The small one is hidden in the wild, the middle one is hidden in the city, and the big one is hidden in the court.
Now, Zhao Yuan was unable to hide himself from the court, so he could only retreat and hide in the city.
After arriving at Xujiaqiao, Zhao Yuan was not eager to find a job. Instead, he inquired about the general situation of Xujiaqiao at some dilapidated temples where homeless people gathered.
After three days of understanding, Zhao Yuan had a general understanding of Xujiaqiao's population structure.
In addition to those well-off families, there are seven wealthy families in Xujiaqiao, with land holdings exceeding 10,000 acres. Adding in some wild mountains and forests, it is not uncommon to have tens of thousands of acres.
Now, Zhao Yuan has three choices.
The first wealthy family was named Ma.
In addition to owning thousands of acres of fertile land, the Ma family also operates some mountain goods, wine shops and inns in Xujiaqiao. It can be said that the Ma family is wealthy, prosperous and occupies a dominant position in Xujiaqiao.
The second big family has a surname of Wan.
Like the Ma family, the Wanjia also owns an astonishing amount of fertile land to collect rents. However, the Wanjia does not deal in mountain goods, but does operate some oil, salt, firewood, rice, home furnishings and department stores, and has its own system of freight channels.
The third big family is named Xiao.
The Xiao family also has countless fertile fields and a large number of servants. However, the Xiao family's business is much simpler. They just run a large-scale brothel in Xujiaqiao. Although the Xiao family's business is simple, they make money every day.
The remaining four large families were not considered by Zhao Yuan, because those four families were completely local rich, mainly relying on rent collection, and their lives were relatively poor. It was not easy to find a job with them.
Looking at the three families, the Ma family should be the first choice. However, the Ma family does not have a good reputation in Xujiaqiao and is a bit arrogant and domineering. The remaining Wan family and Xiao family are among them. Among them, the Xiao family has a gangster background, has extremely broad contacts, and has contacts with the government.
Frequent and very risky.
Finally, Zhao Yuan locked onto Wanjia.
The information collected shows that Wanjia is a serious businessman with a good reputation and a deep understanding of the golden mean. Most importantly, Wanjia has his own freight channels and is well-informed.
There are not one hundred but fifty people who come to Wanjia every day to look for work. It is basically impossible for an unknown person like Zhao Yuan to work in Wanjia through formal channels.
"Xiao Zhao, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Wanjia is going to give porridge and warm white flour steamed buns. Go to bed early today and arrange a good seat early tomorrow." Inside the ruined temple, an old man wrapped in tattered cotton wool poked out.
The head reminded Zhao Yuan.
The old man and Zhao Yuan met on the road and traveled together for half a month. The old man had been to Xujiaqiao before and had some understanding of Xujiaqiao. Most of the information Zhao Yuan knew was obtained from the old man.
"The Wan family gives porridge every first day of the lunar month?" Zhao Yuanzheng racked his brains to think of ways to get close to the people of the Wan family. When he heard the news, he was immediately overjoyed.
"Yes, on the first and fifteenth day of every month in Wanjia, Madam will personally serve porridge. On these two days of every month, people from dozens of miles around will come to Xujiaqiao to have a full meal. If you line up early, you can get it twice
To three times." The old man licked his dry lips.
"You can take it three times, but the Wan family won't care?" Before Zhao Yuan could ask, a lame man propped himself up with an excited look on his face, as if the steamed buns with fragrant white flowers were right in front of him.
"No, no, the Wan family is a well-known philanthropic person within a hundred miles. Although it is stipulated that you can only receive it once, but usually, they will prepare enough gruel and steamed buns, and they will not stop you from receiving it several times. However,
, you are lame on one leg, it may be difficult to get him three times." A thin-faced woman leaning on the incense table glanced at the lame man and said sarcastically.
"The Wan family is really a kind person. According to my experience, when the Wan family saw that the cripple was pitiful, they would definitely give more white-flour buns." At the door of the temple, there was an unkempt foreigner leaning on a skinny dwarf.
Next to the foot horse, he seemed not to be afraid of the cold, and his open chest revealed his furry chest.
"That's good, that's good..."
The lame man swallowed his saliva, and moved his trembling body to the side of the thin woman with a yellow face. However, the woman pushed the lame man away with a look of disgust, got up and lay down next to the foreign man's pony. The foreign man did not refuse, and said in his mouth
He let out a few strange laughs, moved his body, pulled out a handful of hay, and placed the woman under him.
"..." The lame man glanced at the strong body of the foreign man and swallowed the words in his mouth.
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The cold north wind whistled in the dilapidated temple. The cold wind penetrated everywhere. Everyone huddled up with the cold, wishing they could turn into an ant and crawl into the grass. Slowly, slowly, the temple became
It was quiet. Occasionally, there would be muffled moans that made some men hold their breath and peek in the dark, trying to see clearly where the sound was coming from...