"Actually, I'm having a hard time. I grew up without a father or a mother, and I depended on my grandfather for life. My grandfather passed away last year, so I'm the only one in the world. If you think about it... I'm also completely helpless!"
In a small town called Fengliu, seven hundred miles away from Du Kang Mansion, Xin Zhuo said this while sitting under a willow tree on the roadside.
Sitting next to him was an acquaintance, the hero Li Wumian, who once studied the stone tablet in Qiugong Pavilion and had a love-hate relationship with Miss Zhao Li.
After Xin Zhuo buried Huang Jiugai and Li Fuzi, he went straight to Du Kang's Mansion to meet Cui Ying'er and the others. However, when he got hungry halfway, he discovered a fatal thing——
All the money was given to Cui Ying'er and the others, and she didn't even have a copper on her body!
It is difficult to survive in any world without money.
Although he was once a bandit, it was harmless to rob homes and houses, but he always felt that it was okay to rob with a sense of ritual, but it felt weird to let himself do petty theft alone.
Maybe this kind of behavior is just right and wrong!
Just when he was hungry for a few days and ready to shamelessly give in, he met Li Wumian.
This person didn't seem to be interested in the recent events in the world, so even though he met Xin Zhuo, he only had a dull expression and chatted casually.
Xin Zhuo found that this guy was full of negative energy. He was the type that everyone in the world betrayed him, didn't bask in him when the sun came out, and looked down on him.
For people who are full of negative energy, we can only have empathy if they are also full of negative energy.
And Xin Zhuo is even more curious, where do these ghost heroes get the money to live if they are not engaged in production.
This is also a problem that has troubled him in his past and present lives.
"Then you can't compare to me!"
Li Wumian, who had a stubble on his face, let out a long sigh: "Not only do I have no father, no mother, no family, but I also grew up begging and living alone. Later, by chance, I joined the Spirit Sword Sect, and the senior sister took a fancy to me.
But she was a bit uglier, with buck teeth, thick lips, and body odor. She said she had me in her heart, but I felt like she was teasing me. There is also the junior wife, who weighs more than 200 kilograms. She asked me to massage her meridians every day. I didn't want to, but the master punished me. The junior sisters and brothers laughed at me. No one in the entire Spirit Sword Sect looked down upon me. "
I see!
Xin Zhuo nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory, and it will pass if you endure it."
"Haha——"
At this moment, a wealthy businessman walking with his servant came from a distance and spat out thick phlegm, which happened to be three feet away from the two of them.
Li Wumian's self-esteem suddenly exploded, and he stood up suddenly: "Damn it, who are you looking down on? You can't vomit anywhere, but you vomit in my side? Will I give you a Fiery Palm Letter?"
The wealthy businessman was shocked when he saw that he was a figure in the world. He did not dare to argue and left in a hurry.
Li Wumian still couldn't help himself: "Stop for me and make it clear!"
"Forget it!"
This damn inferiority complex, Xinzhuo grabbed him, managed to stabilize his mood, and pointed out the theme: "You and I have hit it off, why don't we go to the tavern to have a few drinks together and eat ten pounds of his beef, wouldn't it be fun? Your treat !”
Li Wumian glanced at him in surprise: "I don't have any money on me!"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment: "How do you live your daily life?"
Li Wumian let out a long sigh: "Take a job, find a sister to serve, teach people leg and foot skills, get a wanted person from the government with a low martial arts level, etc. It's just that the world is difficult nowadays, it's hard to find a job, a sister is hard to find, and a wanted order There are basically traces of the Demon Cult above, so I don’t dare to accept it!”
Xin Zhuo was very bored and asked casually: "Is there any casual work going to the southwest to make some money?"
Li Wumian thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Yes!"
…
The two of them were already standing in front of the "Changfeng Escort Agency".
Submitted an application for a temporary escort.
After a while, a steward came out and saw Li Wumian's eyes light up slightly: "You accepted the call!"
Pointing at Xin Zhuo again: "You, don't!"
It should be obvious that Xin Zhuo has no "martial arts cultivation level."
Li Wumian was startled and quickly explained: "My brother can read and digitize, and he is in the martial arts realm..."
He also forgot whether Xin Zhuo knew martial arts, and was hesitant to say for a while.
When Xin Zhuo was wondering whether to show his hand, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from inside: "He can!"
Xin Zhuo looked inside and couldn't help but sigh that the world is too small, and met another acquaintance——
The ascetic sword Murong Yi.
…
"Crunch..."
The escort was on the road, escorting sixty-eight carts of silk, porcelain, and a small amount of gold and silver jewelry purchased from Jingjiang Prefecture from Bingjiang Prefecture to Hongye Prefecture.
The customer is Xing Tianbiao, a wealthy businessman from Hongye Mansion!
This dart is extremely valuable!
Therefore, the "Changfeng Escort Bureau" dispatched chief escort chief Shen Jianxin, three escort chiefs, twenty-one escort masters, five escorts and twenty-two temporarily recruited martial artists.
Among them were Xin Zhuo, Murong Yi and Li Wumian.
"Hewu——"
The waiter in front shouted a loud trumpet.
The word "Hewu" is to wake up the thieves who may be lying in the grass in front of you. It means "friends who get along with me." I have given you gifts, so don't rush in blindly and hurt your harmony.
At this time, Murong Yi glanced at Miss Shen Jianxin, the chief catcher, who was sitting on a white horse in front of her, wearing a silk gauze wide-brimmed curtain hat, a white dress, and a sword at her waist, and said: "I am practicing asceticism in the world, and I don't need any money. Feng Yinlu can also live, but he owed Miss Shen a favor back then, so he came here to help!"
The words he spoke were crumpled, as if many geniuses had suppressed this sentence. Of course, he said it to Xin Zhuo. He had some respect for those who were stronger than him.
Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "I wonder if this escort trip is dangerous?"
Murong Yi said: "It's not that dangerous. The Changfeng Escort Bureau in the Thieves' Village has sent gifts along the way! But..."
His brows furrowed slightly: "The only thing I'm worried about is the devil's sect that's very rampant these days. These people's behavior is extremely weird. We took the initiative to show our kindness before going out, but the other party didn't buy it."
Li Wumian also said: "That's right! The demon sect has been so rampant these days. Even Shenqian Villa, Du Family and Duanyang Tower were attacked and destroyed by them. It's really terrifying!"
Xin Zhuo looked strange, Demon Cult? Di Huaijie, Old Master and others founded the Demon Cult? Or are you taking advantage of your reputation?
Subconsciously asked: "Do you know what happened to the three families in Duanyang Tower recently? The Jianghu fatwa?"
Xin Zhuo's name was so big in "The Pursuit", haven't you heard of these two people who were involved in the Jianghu?
Li Wumian said blankly: "I don't have the time to spare! When did the Jianghu fatwa come out?"
"I've heard something about it!"
Murong Yi said: "I just heard it occasionally. I didn't listen carefully and then forgot about it. Little brother Xin knows?"
No wonder these two people looked gloomy when they saw him. Since they didn't know, Xin Zhuo naturally wouldn't throw dirty water on him and shook his head: "I don't know, who is the leader of this demon sect? Who are his followers? ?”
"The name of the leader of the Demon Cult is kept secret, no one knows who he is!"
I don’t know when the head escort, Miss Shen Jianxin, has come to the side. She exudes the intoxicating fragrance of orchid. She can’t see her face under the curtain, but she has a slim figure and must be good. "The two masters of the Demonic Church are below I know, Chen Si, the sword god in white, and Bai Mu, the fairy with loose flowers!"
"Bai Mu! Chen Si?!"
Murong Yi and Li Wumian's expressions changed at the same time.
Xin Zhuo's expression also changed, becoming very strange.
