Zhao Lin and Liang Song did not take the nearby south gate, but took a detour to enter the city through the west gate.
Huzi thought the two had escaped and was busy searching everywhere. Who would have thought that they would return without encountering any obstruction.
"I'm going to the martial arts gym, please be careful on the way."
After entering the city, Liang Song said goodbye to Zhao Lin and ran to the martial arts gym.
Zhao Lin gave fifty coins to the officers and soldiers guarding the city and was allowed to climb the tower.
He wants to say goodbye to his family here.
As the red sun rose, a team of escorts under the banner of Xinglong Escort Bureau came out of the city gate and meandered eastward.
Zhao Lin knew that his parents and brother were in one of the cars.
He hid behind a parapet, looked up, and watched the convoy go away until it disappeared from sight.
"Everything was going in a good direction, but I didn't expect to go back to before liberation overnight."
Anger, unwillingness, helplessness...all kinds of emotions lingered in my heart, and finally turned into a sigh.
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"Eight hundred and twelve, eight hundred and thirteen...hold on!"
In the front yard of Liuhemen, Zhao Lin was shirtless and carrying two heavy iron sand bags, squatting and stretching with weights.
Because he had not practiced martial arts normally for many days, Zhao Lin asked for more training as soon as he came.
After reaching the first level of Strength Realm, one enters the stage of tempering one's muscles and bones.
Weight-bearing stretching not only strengthens muscles, but also stimulates deep muscles and increases bone density.
Zhao Lin finished a thousand weight-bearing squats in one go, then picked up the iron sand bag and beat his body from head to toe, showing no effort at all.
Yuan Cheng didn't know what happened specifically, but he could roughly guess that something had happened to Zhao Lin's family, so he advised: "You'd better take it easy, your body can't handle it after such hard training."
Although Zhao Lin has worshiped Zhu Huaishan as his teacher, he is still in a state of strength, so Yuan Cheng still teaches martial arts on his behalf, with Zhu Huaishan occasionally giving some advice.
"Senior Brother Yuan, I know what's going on."
Zhao Lin responded in a deep voice, but his hands kept moving.
He also wants to practice martial arts step by step, but the enemy will not give him time to grow, and he must improve his strength as soon as possible.
The spirit beast map is still providing a steady stream of vitality, transforming and strengthening the body, but you can't just rely on golden fingers, you have to work hard yourself.
During the lunch break, Zhu Huaishan came to the front yard and called Zhao Lin over to say a few words.
"where do you live?"
Zhao Lin replied: "This disciple found a house on Shuncheng Street."
"Well, it's relatively safe over there."
Zhu Huaishan nodded and glanced at Zhao Lin, "I didn't let you live in Liuhemen to avoid disaster. What do you think?"
Zhao Lin said hurriedly: "Master can help send my family out of the city. It is already a great kindness. I have nothing else to ask for."
"I have to think about the safety of other disciples."
Zhu Huaishan paused as he spoke and said: "This incident is definitely a bad thing for you, but looking at it from another perspective, it might not be a good thing."
Zhao Lin felt bitter, what a good thing this was.
Zhu Huaishan smiled slightly and explained: "I have seen many people with extraordinary talents. The purpose of practicing martial arts is just to be better than others."
"It's difficult to achieve great results when practicing martial arts with this kind of thinking. But you, at least have a clear goal!"
Zhao Lin thought to himself that there was some truth to this. He initially practiced martial arts to improve his family situation and his dream of martial arts, but his mentality had already changed.
"Thank you, Master, for the tip."
Zhu Huaishan waved his hand, "Go ahead, this is a test and a training for you. As long as you can pass this hurdle, nothing will be able to hold you back in the future."
At sunset, Zhao Lin came out of Liuhemen and returned to the house on Shuncheng Street to meet Liang Song.
The craftsmen just finished their work, and Zhao Lin checked the construction progress of the house. Three layers of burnt bricks had been built on the outer wall of the main house, and the door had been removed.
"Yes, if you can finish it within a month, I will give you an extra five hundred wages for every day it's early. Of course, the quality must be guaranteed."
When the leading blacksmith heard this, he quickly said: "Don't worry, boss, we've never had anything go wrong in our work."
After the craftsman left, Liang Song discussed with Zhao Lin: "What should we do tonight? Should we spend the night in the city or outside the city?"
People who practice martial arts must ensure adequate rest, otherwise they will not be able to support large amounts of activity.
"It's better to go to the cellar, it's not safe in the city."
Zhao Lin thought for a while and said, "We have to prepare something first."
Liang Song knew that Zhao Lin was thoughtful, so he followed him into a grocery store without saying anything.
"Boss, here's a pack of chili noodles. I want the thin ones."
Zhao Lin walked in and said to the shop owner.
In his previous life, he had seen a piece of news in which a certain drug dealer used chili powder and peppercorns to confuse police dogs. Although he was severely punished by the law in the end, this idea can be used for reference.
Liang Song immediately guessed his intention and secretly gave a thumbs up.
They planned to leave the city through the north gate this time, but they didn't go far when they noticed two people following them.
Judging from his clothing and demeanor, he seemed to be a Jianghu Ranger or a member of a gang.
"What are you doing with us?" Zhao Lin suddenly stopped and shouted halfway.
The two men immediately sneered.
"Hey, look what you said, the road is facing the sky, each of you can go half way. You are allowed to go, but we are not allowed to go?"
"That's right, the rules are too lenient!"
Zhao Lin and Liang Song ignored them and continued walking north. Soon they arrived near the City God's Temple.
The Chenghuang Temple is located in the north of Qinghe County. It is a place where unemployed vagrants, beggars, and hooligans live together.
Patrol officers rarely come here on weekdays, and ordinary people would rather take a detour.
When Zhao Lin and Liang Song passed by the City God's Temple, they suddenly quickened their pace and disappeared to the side of the temple gate.
"Ran?"
"Hurry up!"
The two men saw that they were about to lose him, so they immediately chased after him.
He ran to the corner and saw two fists coming towards him.
"Ouch!"
The two men screamed and fell to the ground. Before they could struggle to get up, Zhao Lin and Liang went up to give them a punch.
Then they looted all their money and belongings.
After getting rid of the tail, Zhao Lin and Liang Song ran towards the north gate.
The two of them counted on the road and found that they had collected enough money to buy a house with the money they had robbed in the past two days.
Huzi's eyeliner obviously absorbed yesterday's lesson. After Zhao Lin and Liang Song left the city, they didn't see anyone following them.
But not long after, bamboo whistles sounded from the crop fields on both sides of the official road.
The sound of horse hooves sounded again.
This time there were more people coming from Beard, more than thirty riders. The leader was a fat man with a purple face, and there was a silver-gray scented mink on his shoulder.
"Stop him!"
The purple-faced fat man gave an order, separated a group of men and horses, ran towards the city gate to block the two people's retreat, and then led the horse team to charge towards Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin took Liang Song with him and walked into the field path with several ups and downs.
The purple-faced fat man seemed to have expected it and was not in a hurry. He turned to the Wen Xiang Diao on his shoulder and ordered, "Jiu Mao, go!"
The Wenxiang Diao named Jiumao was very obedient. He jumped to the ground with a "swish" and chased Zhao Lin at a speed no less than that of a galloping horse.
Zhao Lin had noticed the scent-smelling marten for a long time. He ran for a while and then suddenly stopped.
The fragrant mink was extremely shrewd. When it saw Zhao Lin stop, it also stopped and even took a few steps back.
"Cunning beast!"
Zhao Lin snorted coldly and continued running. Wen Xiang Diao Fu followed suit.
After several repetitions, Zhao Lin climbed over a hillside, quickly took out chili noodles from his arms and scattered them along the way, and then hid behind a big tree to observe.
The fragrant mink didn't know there was an ambush, so it kept lowering its head and sniffing fiercely while running, until it took a big mouthful of chili noodles.
"Ah!"
The more sensitive the sense of smell, the greater the response to pungent odors.
The Mink immediately burst into tears, sneezed wildly, and somersaulted down the hillside.
"Jiu Mao, Jiu Mao, wake up!"
The purple-faced fat man chased after him, letting out a pitiful cry.
Zhao Lin laughed and led Liang Song to run towards Baitou Mountain.
