"Senior sister, you can't follow us. Not to mention the danger of this trip, you still have an important task. Keep an eye on our stone cart and protect others. If there is danger, you need to open the stone cart and let everyone in to escape."
At dawn the next day, Cheng Yu explained some important tasks to his senior sister Song Tianjiao, which stopped them from insisting on accompanying each other, and agreed with Song Tianjiao that they would return within two months.
"Feng'er, you must stay with senior sister. You two are inseparable! I will be back soon!" Cheng Yu repeatedly warned Qin Feng'er. This was what he was most worried about. If there weren't too many unknown dangers in this trip, he would still be there.
I want to take Qin Feng'er with me.
"You also have to be careful, we are waiting for you to come back!" Qin Feng'er held Cheng Yu's hand reluctantly, her little face flushed red by the wind. When they separated, she threw herself into Cheng Yu's arms and hugged her for a while.
Song Tianjiao looked jealous and asked, "Are you two still finished?"
At the entrance of Yuejiazhuang Village, there were two petite figures. It wasn't until Cheng Yu could no longer be seen that Qin Feng'er and Song Tianjiao turned around and entered the village in despair.
After leaving Yuejiazhuang, Cheng Yu freely experimented with various magical powers. What troubled him the most was that the wind movement was restricted. Even if his consciousness and teleportation were restricted, he could accept it. After all, he was used to it, but only
Feng Xingshu, this is equivalent to losing the ability to escape.
In fact, Cheng Yu didn't know at all, nor did he expect that this situation was caused by man. In the Song Dynasty, it was an era of emphasizing culture and suppressing military force. The emphasis here is on suppressing military force rather than despising military force. The reason for this situation
There is a reason for it to occur.
The first emperor of the Song Dynasty was Zhao Kuangyin. This emperor was armed with military power. After the Chenqiao rebellion, he was crowned with imperial robes and sat on the throne of the emperor. Therefore, he was afraid that one day, someone would be like him.
With stronger force and greater military power, he will take his place.
First, he released his military power through a glass of wine, which relieved the military power issues of those he was worried about. Then, he invited people with supernatural powers to place restrictions on this world, limiting the development of personal martial arts.
Based on this limitation, martial arts culture became popular in the Song Dynasty, but in the end the level and knowledge were not high. The highest level of light kung fu was Shi Qian, who only jumped on the drum a few times. The emphasis was on the soundless landing, not how high he jumped;
The tallest one is Lu Fang among the Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses. He is known as the Sky-Drilling Rat, but he actually climbed to the height of the top of the flagpole.
The most important thing is that the final destination of these chivalrous people in the world is to belong to the government and the court. What does it mean? No matter how hard they jump, they can't make big waves. They are limited in their height of life and can only choose.
Surrendered.
Then there are gangs and martial arts sects, which cannot become a climate.
On the other hand, in the Tang Dynasty, the degree of freedom was much higher. The heroes and heroines were all god-like beings, such as Kunlun Nu, Li Guishou, Jing Shisanniang, Monk Xia, etc., most of them came and went without a trace.
Like a monster.
Cheng Yu walked forward in a depressed mood. Even though he didn't have the Fengxing Technique, fortunately he still had the Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning Technique, and the Nine Yang War Qi could move freely. At noon, he arrived at a village.
Cheng Yu walked around all morning and felt hungry. There was a home-style braised noodle restaurant on the roadside. Without thinking much, he walked in and asked for a bowl of braised noodles. He found a corner to sit down and while waiting, he touched it.
clothing.
Only then did I remember that I didn’t bring any money. It turned out that I was in a hurry when I came out of Yuejiazhuang, and I didn’t think about the troubles on the road. In addition, the Yue family themselves were hungry and cold, and they didn’t even have money to buy food. Did they have a meal?
Next meal.
However, Cheng Yu touched something at this time. Even though it was winter, it made his heart feel as warm as spring. He held this object in his hand, and a slight coolness penetrated into his palm. It was a green bracelet.
It was Feng'er. Cheng Yu raised the corners of his mouth, smiled silently, and then shook his head.
"Sir, three cents!" After eating, the waiter held out three fingers.
"Boss, can we discuss it? I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money. I can help you with your work!" Cheng Yu looked embarrassed, but the things Feng'er gave him couldn't be sold. This was his bottom line. Unfortunately, Qiankun
The bag cannot be opened, there is still a lot of money inside.
"Boss, another freeloader! Come quickly, catch him!"
"Why is there another one? What happened today? He is so unlucky. Beat him, beat him!" Several chefs jumped out from inside, each holding a kitchen knife, rolling pin, rice spoon and other weapons.
At the end came a short, fat middle-aged man with a build like Wu Dalang, who made a voice like a drake, "Beat him, beat him to death!"
Next, there was the sound of crackling, banging and fighting, mixed with some shouts of "Oh my god!", but these sounds were not made by Cheng Yu.
Originally, Cheng Yu could completely run away. Even without the Feng Xing Technique, he could use Fengyun Bu and disappear in a few flashes, but he just couldn't bear it, especially when they were yelling, it seemed like there were freeloaders in front of him.
Alas! Let them take a few blows to relieve their anger, and relax their muscles and bones. Immediately circulate the Jiuyang War Qi, forming a layer of protective Qi all over the body, and they will lie down on the ground without them having to do anything.
All of a sudden, sticks and ladles were thrown down. Those without weapons would directly attack their feet. The short boss directly punched and even jumped up to fight. The drake screamed the loudest, "I'll beat you to death, I'll let you eat for free, I'll beat you to death."
You! Ouch! It hurts! I’ll beat you to death!”
A group of people used all their strength to trample Cheng Yu, and then they stopped. They all sat on stools, leaned against the wall, and some lay directly on the ground, panting.
Some were rubbing their calves that were about to break, while the boss raised his huge fist that was as swollen as a steamed bun and kept blowing air, "Oh my God! I'm exhausted now. Look, don't really beat me to death again!"
"
"Boss, you're really going to hit me hard. With your fists, no one can withstand two punches!"
"Really, boss, when did you practice this?" Several guys gathered around to watch, regardless of the pain.
"Tch! I'm a poisonous puncher. When I get lucky, my strength suddenly increases. When I punch it, I feel like a cow, let alone a human. Haha, look, is my fist red and swollen?
?" The boss shook his head proudly in front of everyone.
"Yes! Yes! The boss is really awesome. How do you practice? Please teach us. Once we learn it, I will follow my father-in-law to fight gold thieves."
"Boss, what's wrong, this kid! This kid was poisoned to death by your poisonous fist!"
As soon as someone is killed, people disperse immediately. Killing someone is a big event at any time, even in war-torn times.
"It seems that the boss really dares to be cruel!"
"What do you think? From now on, don't bully the boss for being short." The guys were hiding in the distance, still talking in low voices.
"Is that boss's poisonous fist really powerful?"
"Really, once, I made my boss angry. He jumped high and beat me with a fist. Fortunately, he didn't hit me hard. He hit my knee!" The man touched his knee, and it seemed that he was still in pain.
of
memory.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Is the boss that short? Jump up and hit your knees!"
"Look, I don't believe it. At that time, I was standing on the stove and beaten!"
"That's even more impossible!"
"Oh, I made a mistake. I was standing on the stove. That's okay. Just believe it!"
Cheng Yu was really tired. He walked all morning and didn't sleep well last night. After a full meal, he felt sleepy and fell asleep unconsciously until someone seemed to be stabbing himself with a stick and heard a drake in his ear.
Voice.
"Hey, wake up, wake up!"
"Why did I fall asleep? Don't you want to fight?" Cheng Yu rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time.
"Don't you feel pain?" the male duck asked in surprise.
"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts me so much!" Cheng Yu reacted instantly and rubbed his shoulders and lower back, "I was so sleepy that I forgot about the pain, hehe..."
"Go away. Remember this next time. If you eat for nothing again, I will beat you to death!"
"Yes, I won't eat it next time!"
Cheng Yu stared at the giant fist shaking in front of his eyes, showing fear, turned around and ran away in panic.
Cheng Yu was secretly having fun while running. This was a good idea. It would be best if he could meet the golden soldiers and grab some points. For now, he could only make do with this.
In this way, after walking for a few more days, we arrived at the border of Kaifeng. In front of us was Zhuxian Town.
Without thinking much, he entered the town. On the one hand, he inquired about some information about Yue Jiajun. On the other hand, he used the old method of having a casual meal. With this thought in mind, Cheng Yu walked into a Fanji Zhongyuan restaurant.
When I entered the store, I was immediately attracted by a diner. The man was sitting at the seat next to the door. He was twenty years old. He was the only one who ordered a table of dishes. There was a stick set up against the wall next to him, and there was a pick on the stick.
I picked up a few cloth bags and counted them carefully, five.
There were only two customers in the store, and Cheng Yu still had a bowl of braised noodles. Since he was eating plain rice, he had to show some professional ethics and save as much as he could.
"Keep an eye on me, don't let that beggar run away as a freeloader!" The boss whispered to the waiter, and Cheng Yu heard it clearly.
I thought to myself, there are others like me.
"Boss, I think this guy has a high status. I'm afraid he's an elder."
"Elder or not, he's just a beggar!"
"What's wrong with the beggar? Don't look down on the beggar. I am the elder of the Five Pockets of the Beggar Clan. Come on, apologize to me. Otherwise, I will let you know what a beggar is!" The young man stood up, wiped his mouth, and said
Looks like he's full of food and wine.
The boss secretly complained that we didn't speak loudly, but he still heard us.
Cheng Yu was also quite surprised, it seemed that this person had a good ear.
"Sir, we didn't talk about you. Look, how can you be a freeloader?" No matter what, being friendly makes you rich. The boss immediately put on a smile and explained what he just said.
"If you don't say anything about me, then you mean something about him!" The young man raised his hand and pointed at Cheng Yu, with an unreasonable and unforgiving attitude, directing the conflict to Cheng Yu.
"How dare you!" The boss repeatedly handed over to the two people this time, saying he didn't dare.
"You don't dare, I dare, I will be free today!" The young man continued to refuse, showing his attitude of wanting to eat the king's meal, and reached out to grab the wooden stick.
"Come here, beat me up! Beat me to death!" The boss said all his good words, but when he saw that it had no effect, he immediately turned against him. This was his bottom line.