Time flies so fast, Yue Hongling left in a blink of an eye, and the first month passed silently. It was February, and spring was blooming.
The medicine has been used up. Not only is there not enough Qixue Powder to make the medicine, but it is also not enough for daily medicinal baths. Because Zhao Changhe recently sent people everywhere to buy medicine, Fang Buping also heard about it and started to rush to buy it.
Then there is no more, not even the surrounding towns.
What's even more terrible is that after a long period of recuperation, Fang Buping finally recovered from the injuries suffered by Suzaku.
In the past two months, Zhao Changhe had made a lot of money due to the "challenge" of the idiots. He only gave a symbolic amount of the money to the sub-rudder, indicating that Beimang Village was still a subordinate of the Blood God Sect. As for Fang Buping, he had asked for half before.
Give him shit to eat.
But early this morning, Fang Buping sent people, five to six, arrogantly asking for half of the resources.
Once the injury is healed, you will be arrogant. After months of holding in your dissatisfaction with Zhao Changhe, it is time to vent.
"Zhao Village Master, is Beimang Village a village of the Blood God Sect? Does Zhao Village Master want to be independent?"
"Haha, what does this brother say? He is a brother in the church, just sit down and sit down."
The visitor stared at the sky: "Master Fang said that he and Master Zhao had previously agreed that half of the income from the village every month would be handed over to the branch. But last month, the village handed over eighty-eight taels. What does this mean?
The helmsman helped you solve the government's suppression of bandits that you made an appointment with, and the helmsman didn't bother you for several months, right?"
Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart, the government didn't come? What do you think Cui Yuanyong is here for? With him here, why do you need the government in this small town? He can just serve Master Cui to eat, drink and have sex.
If people don't take action, it's either because Yue Hongling is here, or because his identity is weird, and it has nothing to do with you. On the contrary, what about Lin Feihu, isn't it the trouble caused by your injustice?
After all, he didn't say that. He leaned on the main seat and said leisurely: "What we all agreed on was the income from the cottage, but the income in these two months is basically the bonus that I and others challenged. That is my personal income, and it is thrown into the public treasury."
I treat you all as brothers and share the blessings. It does not mean that it is a copycat income. Giving you eighty-eight taels is already a lot. Just ask any brother if this is the truth?"
A group of copycat gangsters stood around cowering, with different thoughts.
It seems that what the boss said is indeed true. The income from the village is very small, and it is still the income from hunting animals. The things that Mrs. Yazhai suggested have just been planted and have not yet yielded any results... Now the income in the village is indeed the boss's personal income.
The challenge bonus is very selflessly thrown into the public treasury and used together. The most others can do in this matter is to dig traps. It is really a blessing to share.
There is nothing to say about the boss's character, he is very loyal.
But how should I put it, taking sides may not just depend on your personality.
After all, Master Fang is on the fourth floor of the entrance hall and is the clear boss in the sect. Who dares to openly side with you?
Some people are even thinking, the so-called no income is because you are suppressing it and not letting others grab it. Otherwise, how can there be no income? Are we still considered bandits? How can we still leave this kind of land?
These people are not forced by the government to rebel. They are all second-rates or people who have committed crimes. If they were willing to farm honestly before, who the hell would go up the mountain...
The visitor laughed loudly: "Which of your brothers agrees with you? You are the owner of the copycat, so isn't your income the copycat's income?"
Zhao Changhe took in everyone's expressions and smiled slightly: "That's right. Dashan, take this envoy brother to the warehouse and get half of the things."
Then someone else looked bad.
Those are everyone's things. I gave away half of them with empty words, and my heart is bleeding. Recently, no idiot dares to challenge me. Where can I get so many resources? If I keep moving like this, I will have to eat again.
So old.
But just now no one echoed the boss, what about now?
Zhao Changhe wanted to laugh in his heart, and said leisurely: "Okay, let's go to three study companions... Oh no, go and have a few people to serve the helmsman. Make a room in the best room. Tonight's roast lamb, remember to put the sheep
Leave the legs for your honorable brothers to enjoy. That’s it, let’s break up the meeting.”
After saying that, he didn't care about the different expressions in the Juyi Hall, he stood up and left leisurely.
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Outside the back mountain pool, the water is still clear and clear, there is no snow around, the trees have sprouted new branches, and the flowers and grass are fragrant everywhere. The wild geese are returning south, making a sound in the sky.
Zhao Changhe stood silently for a while, then suddenly opened his three-stone bow, without even taking aim, and shot an arrow at the returning geese flying high in the sky.
When the bow string sounded, the arrows were like shooting stars. Two wild geese were shot through by an arrow and landed with a thud.
Zhao Changhe did not go over to pick it up. With his far sight, he could already see clearly the wound on the goose. It was not penetrated by an arrow, but the body was turned into a big hole by the spiral whistling blood evil energy. The wound was surrounded by swirling blood.
The blood was so violent that the bones were shattered and cracked every inch.
The bow and arrow have now been completed, and the eyes and ears are clear, as if reflected in the heart. If the skill does not break through, everything will be at a bottleneck.
Due to the lack of medicinal materials, Zhao Changhe had no choice but to slow down his ambitious pace, and at the same time he became more determined to leave.
If you don’t even have enough resources to reach the second or third level, what should you do if you cultivate to a higher level?
Fang Buping's envoy has left, but it is obvious that he will come to continue looking for trouble. As Yue Hongling said, since the fate is here, it is the fuse, and this period of recuperation should come to an end.
He thought for a moment, hid his bow and arrows behind a tree by the pond, and strode away.
Even if he feels that it is not enough, Zhao Changhe still plans to try to break through the third level tonight. Whether he succeeds or fails, he will have to worry about it.
Tomorrow will be the awakening of insects, the insects will break through the ground, but the dragon will not hide!
He returned to the house, took the last bucket of medicated bath, drank the last medicated soup, bathed and changed clothes, and slowly assumed a strange posture.
The third level of the Blood Evil Technique is no longer a crouching horse stance. The current posture looks very shameful like the statue of David, and it has to slowly change its posture. It is even more shameful... but it is more conducive to the circulation of the Blood Evil, and it is also
It is more conducive to the blood infiltration from blood vessels and muscles to the muscles, bones and internal organs.
When the blood evil spreads outside and inside, the blood evil skill can be accomplished. Yue Hongling's judgment is naturally correct. This is indeed a skill with a high upper limit. Among the many types of external skills, there are only a few that can train the bones and internal organs.
It’s just that in the later stages, more energy supplements are required, and... the more painful it is.
He could clearly feel the evil energy rushing through his blood, penetrating outwards, entering his skin, and spreading to his fascia... Slowly, severe pain began to invade, his blood began to rise, his mind became more and more violent, and he just wanted to tear apart everything in front of him.
Everything he saw vented his inner violence and physical pain.
Zhao Changhe knew that if there were outsiders around, they would see his eyes bright red at this moment, and his whole person would look like a wild beast about to fall into violence.
While the reason was not yet gone, Xia Longyuan's technique began to work. A ray of coolness entered the atrium from the perineum, traced back to the heart, and then went up to the spiritual platform to protect the immortality of the aura.
But the more awake you are, the more unbearable the pain becomes. In a sense, the violence of the blood evil skill can actually be regarded as a way for you to ignore or vent your physical pain. It just depends on whether you are willing to be a human being...
Of course Zhao Changhe didn't want to.
Silks of true energy travel from the Dantian through the meridians, spreading through the muscles and bones, soothing the pain in the body.
Whether it was Xia Chichi's help in the beginning, or now I rely on Xia Longyuan's skills, internal strength has always helped to alleviate the shortcomings of the blood evil skill, rather than eliminate it. The real way to eliminate it is the blood-fixing pill given by Professor Sun, but now
To this day, Zhao Changhe has not eaten one.
Once you become dependent on something like that, you will never be able to be independent again.
It's enough to relieve the internal function... How can a man with strong bones not survive that little pain?
In a daze, he seemed to hear a noise outside, and someone seemed to be knocking on the door. Zhao Changhe was confused and didn't pay attention, and still worked tirelessly to hit the final hurdle.
I don't know how long he had endured it, but Zhao Changhe could already feel his sweat soaking through his clothes, but the fascia that the blood evil tried to break through was still a little bit behind.
Just a little bit.
No matter how many times you endure the pain, if the intensity is not enough, it is not enough.
There is not enough energy, not enough medicine, and the time is too short.
After all, he is not a genius that was favored by nature.
"Fuck you!" Zhao Changhe opened his eyes angrily and kicked the bathtub beside the house to pieces. The medicinal bath flowed all over the floor, declaring the failure of this breakthrough.
"Boss, boss!" I seemed to hear the movement inside the house. Someone outside shouted anxiously: "Boss, you are finally awake..."
Zhao Changhe panted tiredly and said angrily: "What's the matter!"
"Someone broke into the stronghold at night and got trapped in a trap... But her sword skills are so powerful that we fought her for half an hour and still couldn't take her down..."