Bailang smiled, reached out and touched his brother's head, and then handed the food box in his hand to his sister.
"Brother, have you brought food back again?"
"Well, I've paid my dues this month. If you don't eat, you won't get anything for free. Today, Lao Hu specially packed some extra pieces of fat meat for me. Later you and Mao Tou will eat them all to satisfy your cravings." Bai Lang turned around and went to the water tank. I scooped some water on the side to clean my hands. With smiles on their faces, the two little ones in the family are always happy when they see meat.
"I'll just eat a little. Brother, you and Mao Tou can eat more."
"Brother, eat more, and a small piece will be enough for my sister and I!"
The two kids were so sensible, but Bailang didn't talk to them. After sitting down, he put a few pieces of white fat meat in the food box directly into the bowls of his younger siblings. With a glare, the two younger ones didn't dare to push it anymore. Almost drooling while savoring the rare oily meat in the bowl.
In Bailang's memory, this kind of clean fat meat was used to boil oil. No one could eat such a large piece if it was burned directly. But in a different environment, this kind of food that should make people feel stuffy turns out to be extremely precious. The two kids had probably been waiting for a month for this opportunity to satisfy their craving.
After eating, Bailang went to fill the water tank with water, then asked about what happened at home today, and took a test on the homework left for the two children in the morning. Both children are very smart. Even Maotou, who is a few years younger, has a thorough understanding of the multiplication and division taught by Bailang. It is not because he has never heard of it or is not accustomed to it that he cannot understand it.
After explaining this, Bai Lang left home and came to the woods outside Dongcheng. It was quiet here and he would come here to practice every night.
Bailang took a wooden knife that was placed at the same place. Two pieces of iron sheet were tied to the wooden knife as a counterweight. Serious war knives are very expensive in the city, and the most inferior ones cost a full three taels. Daily food and clothing are already scarce, so Bailang hasn't saved enough money yet, so he can only practice knives with the simple tools he has.
The simple wooden sword did not hinder Bai Lang's sword moves. Every move was perfect. Not only did he appear to be flowing smoothly, but there was also a hint of a cold and compelling evil spirit.
An hour later, Bai Lang wiped his hands with sweat, panted, and drew back his sword moves.
Then with a thought, a fluorescent panel that only he could see appeared in front of his "eyes".
[Name: Bailang]
[Status: Ninth-grade warrior, mediocre talent]
[(White) Tiger Sword Ten Styles: Xiao Cheng 23%], [(Gray) Sword Qi Technique: Beginner 71%]
[Cooking skills: entry level 11%]
[Equipment: homemade wooden knife, ordinary clothes, currency]
Although simple, this is the basic situation of Bailang.
The sword technique and sword energy technique were given to him when he joined the sword academy. It is said that everyone in the knife studio has a job, and those waist knives who are a higher level than the street wanderers are those who have mastered both of them to a small degree.
Bailang's sword technique is enough, but the sword energy technique is still far behind.
After two years of training, Bailang felt that he had worked hard enough. Two years ago, he was just one of the social animals in another world.
Bailang couldn't explain how he came to this world, but the one who came with him was the attribute panel in front of him.
After two years of exploration, Bailang discovered that any of his own skills, whether martial arts or life skills, could be expressed through the attribute panel. You can see clearly what level you are at and how far it is from the next level. It also has the function of exploring and explaining items in detail. For example, when you get something, you can find out its name and characteristics in the "Equipment" column on the panel.
This is very similar to the settings in many games Bailang has played. Now it has become his reliance on survival in this world.
At least for now, the most important thing is to practice the Sword Qi Jue to a small degree, so that Bailang can take the assessment task and try to be promoted to a waist knife. Once successful, his monthly income will be several times higher than what he is now. Not to mention having meat every meal, at least the living conditions at home can be improved.
Bailang couldn't see far, he was just like most people, thinking about living a good life at the moment. How can I have time to think about things that are far away in the future?
Bailang packed up his things and was about to go home after breathing evenly. Suddenly he stopped again and vaguely heard the sounds of rapid running and the smell of blood.
"Huh?" Although Bai Lang has never actually participated in the killing in the knife hall, he has witnessed it. Even fights on the streets often turn bloody. He didn't know if he was gifted in this area. Anyway, he could always smell the smell of human blood from a long distance. Even in the wild with complex smells, he was so sensitive and clear. Coupled with the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, he immediately knew that something murderous had happened to him.
Bailang picked up the wooden knife that he had just put down and quickly glanced around. He didn't have time to cover up anymore, so he quickly jumped into a stone crevice on the side.
Bailang has been coming to this small forest almost every day for more than two years. Even if it is dark, he can still distinguish the direction, and he has a better idea of where to hide nearby.
In addition, there is a kind of vanilla that grows in the forest, which he often brings home to remove the musty smell in his home. This fragrance is stronger at night, and it can be used to cover up the smell of sweat on his body.
Not long after hiding, a figure dressed in pitch-black night clothes, like a monkey, flew past less than three feet in front of the stone crevice where Bai Lang was hiding. The smell of blood came from this person. It's thicker, probably because of severe trauma.
But before Bai Lang could breathe a sigh of relief, the figure hurriedly retreated, and seemed to be looking for something. In the end, it actually rushed straight towards the crevice where Bai Lang was hiding!
"you!"
As soon as the man in black was in front of the stone crevice, he found Bai Lang hiding inside with a wooden knife and a depressed and guarded look on his face.
"I... didn't see anything." Bailang said as he prepared to leave. He was extremely depressed by this sudden turn of events. What a disaster!
puff!
As a result, before Bai Lang could move out of the crack in the stone, the man in black shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, as if he had made a lot of determination, he threw the package in his hand towards Bailang.
"Bring the things to Mu Wuchen, the city lord of Shuangqing City, and he will give you endless wealth!
Don't even think about dropping your stuff and running.
If I don't leave, the people behind me will catch up soon, and they will kill everyone who comes into contact with this thing, including you. If you have been here... ahem, if you have been here, you will leave traces and be found sooner or later. You take your things and leave, and I will lure them away. If you do as I say, when you get to Shuangqing City, City Lord Mu will naturally protect you! "
After saying this, the man in black didn't wait for Bai Lang to speak, propped up his swaying body, changed his direction, spread out his body skills, and left again. Bai Lang was left stunned for a moment looking at the package that fell at his feet.
But after a moment, Bailang shuddered and came back to his senses. He quickly broke off a thick branch from the edge and danced wildly on the ground, barely covering up some of the blood stains and footprints on the ground. Then he chose another direction to escape. Before leaving, he gritted his teeth and hesitated for a long time, but finally picked up the package on the ground and took it away. As the man in black said before, it would be more likely that he would expose himself if he was still where he was. If you want to throw it away, take it somewhere else.
Just after Bailang left, there was less time for a cup of tea, and there was another dense sound of footsteps outside the forest. About ten people hurriedly chased into the woods, and then paused for a moment before continuing to chase in the direction where the black shadow left.
Bailang circled around and returned home from the other direction. The package was not big, so he crumpled it into a ball and hid it in his arms.
Fortunately, it was already dark and there were few pedestrians on the road. No one noticed his look. Let him return home smoothly. It didn't alarm anyone else.
