A long grain transport convoy that could not be seen from end to end moved slowly on the road, surrounded by countless armored infantry and cavalry soldiers guarding the left and right, occupying the entire official road.
Yanzhou has many soldiers and is heavily guarded, and Qingxiang County is the most heavily guarded. This is not only because of the massacre in Qingxian County, but also because Qingxiang County itself is the logistics base for the entire Daqingchuan Army.
Massive amounts of grain, fodder, supplies, and military equipment are stored here, and even a large number of laborers and recruits are concentrated in Qingxiang.
Transport from the north to the south, by water and land, this kind of scene is happening every day.
Dozens of sharp eyes glanced at Zhu Biao with murderous intent. Zhu Biao was dressed like a martial artist, which attracted his attention.
There was nothing to say, so he led the horse back down the official road honestly, bending the bow more than a dozen times to slow down the momentum of the attack.
This grain transport convoy delayed Zhu Biao for half a day. No matter how hurried he was on his way, he would not be able to see the shadow of Qingxiang City before dark.
In Gyeonggi and Linzhou, Zhu Biao dared to travel overnight, but he couldn't do it in Yanzhou, let alone Qingxiang. He bumped into a ranger sergeant, and shot him with random arrows without even saying a word of injustice.
After dusk, and before dark, they drove more than ten miles. The stars were all hanging in the sky. Zhu Biao turned his horse and got off the official road, running towards the nearest small village.
This is something that only a good family would do if they wanted to stay overnight. Zhu Biao was able to repay the favor once and for all.
"Sir, a man from Jianghu is staying outside the door..." The concierge trotted all the way to Zhou Tonghai to report.
He has never met anyone from the Jianghu community who came to stay!
Zhou Tonghai twirled the beard on his chin, "That's strange, huh?"
"No, I have been working as a concierge for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have encountered it."
"Pianyuan prepared a wing room for him to live in, and provided him with good food and drink. When he gave orders, he was not to be rude." Zhou Tonghai was just an ordinary small landowner. He had never dealt with people in the world, and he did not dare to offend easily.
And it’s just one person and one night.
However, in his words, he would not show weakness in front of his servants, "This master is very happy, so I will give him a lucky draw..."
The concierges are all smart and discerning people, let alone the ones in charge. As soon as Zhou Tonghai said the words, he immediately complimented, "No, the master will not be happy when he enters the bridal chamber tonight..."
"Your master...is he taking a concubine?" Zhu Biao was a little embarrassed. There were no red and festive things hanging outside the Zhou family's door, but there were lights inside. "Alas", he sighed in his heart, he would have known that he was there.
If you don't come to a happy event, you won't be the master of whoever you vote for. What kind of thing is this now?
The concierge smiled dryly and said, "Yes, yes, my master is having a baby tonight..."
Zhu Biao didn't notice the expression on the steward's face. He received a piece of silver as a gift and once he entered the wing, he didn't plan to come out all night.
After days of study, he finally got the hang of "Hunyuan Gong". Zhu Biao squeezed out a little time to practice every night, but he was still far away from completing the first level.
70. The first level of perfection is still far away, but the internal strength has increased by more than 30 points. The seventh level of "Hunyuan Gong" is the same as the "Strong Ox Demonic Gong". The first level is 100 weeks, and the next six levels will accumulate 100.
The number of weeks increases, the second level has 200 weeks, the third level has 300 days...
Compared with the "One Qi Jue" which only has three levels, the first-class technique is much better in terms of effectiveness and long-term prospects.
Even Zhu Biao had a premonition in his heart that when he mastered "Hunyuan Gong" [referring to the realm of perfection], not only his internal strength would be greatly enhanced, reaching the level of an absolute first-class master, but his physique, strength, speed, and flexibility would be better.
Big gaps will be made up and smoothed out.
Hunyuan is integrated into one body, and the force and speed are balanced.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the hazy moonlight seemed to coat the earth with a layer of silver frost.
The night is getting late.
Zhu Biao took a long breath and completed the "Hunyuan Gong" in two weeks.
The demonic nature and inner demons have reached the critical point again, and tonight's inner strength training is over.
When can I have the money to burn incense and worship gods and Buddhas? Go to Daming Temple and Sanqing Temple a few times to eliminate the inner demons and demonic nature. In this way, I can use the internal energy of three weeks at a time, and my spiritual practice speed will be increased by half.
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The lively inner courtyard of the Zhou family quieted down, and Zhou Tonghai was about to enter his bridal chamber. Except for a few cronies, the remaining servants who had been busy all night returned to their usual colors and began to clean up the leftovers in the yard.
In Zhu Biao's view, Zhou Tonghai is quite wrong. He takes concubines by himself, and no matter how grand the decoration is, he has to invite a few relatives and friends to sit with him, right? It's good for him. There is no festive color outside the gate, but there is nothing in the yard.
I took my servants with me and kept them busy for most of the night.
However, this matter does not hinder him in the slightest. Taking a concubine and enjoying sex may be a sweetheart redeemed from someone else's brothel, and Zhu Biaomen doesn't even plan to leave.
A thin figure carefully slipped out of the backyard kitchen, cleverly avoiding the sight of the servants in the yard, and sneaking towards the side courtyard.
In an empty corner, a ray of moonlight shone on him. He was just a child, twelve or thirteen years old.
The sound of heavy footsteps undoubtedly reached Zhu Biao's ears. Zhu Biao, who had just picked up the "Thunderbolt Palm" secret book and made gestures, looked towards the door.
"who?"
"Plop!"
Zhu Biao shouted and asked, and the answer he received was that he kneeled down with his knees hitting the ground.
Opening the door, under the clear moonlight, a thin and lonely child was kneeling in front of the door, his body still trembling slightly.
"You want me to help you save people?"
After half a cup of tea, the child's story ended. Zhu Biao did not comment, but looked at the child in front of him with interest. He really didn't see that such a thin and weak little guy had such courage.
Dou Bing is the child in front of him. For Zhu Biao's current image, there is only a difference of three or four years. But in Zhu Biao's mind, he is an absolute adult of twenty-five years old. A child of twelve or thirteen years old is in his mind.
Of course, in his eyes he is just a child, a little guy.
His eloquence is not very good, but his stories are also very common. Although his stories are very contagious in a small area like Zhoucun, if they were applied to the entire Northern Han Dynasty, they would be too common.
Zhou Cun is not the only family destroyed by this war. And Zhou Yao is not the only woman who has been forced and humiliated!!!
"Hero, hero, please show mercy and save Aunt Zhou. I beg you, please!" Dou Bing said, knocking his head to the ground one after another, making a thumping sound.
"Get up, if your brain is broken, you will be even worse." Zhu Biao said a word from the past life smoothly. No matter how the little guy understood it, he pulled him up and his forehead was red.
He solemnly made a promise, "Don't worry, I will rescue your aunt and your partner, and I won't let them suffer any loss."
It was still a bloody and tearful tragedy, but now it was too ordinary in time and space. Because of his family background, Zhu Biao had heard it early. He was even a bloody example!
The government really doesn't give any special treatment to soldiers and their bereaved families.
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