The Book of Troubled Times

All the way up the stairs, Zhao Changhe looked at the scenery of Wushan with interest.

It just so happens that the time changes from winter to spring, coupled with changes in geography, from the majestic Kunlun to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, the ice and snow are gone, the vegetation is green, and the dampness after the spring rain is everywhere, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is like passing through a new secret place.

Very interesting experience.

It's a pity that the ink in my belly sometimes runs out, and I can occasionally pop out some wonderful sentences, but whenever I go to a scene where there should be poetry, I can only remember a few famous sentences that are not suitable for the scene.

For example, once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Here is Master Xue, is this poem appropriate?

Or to put it another way, Wushan is high, Wushan is low, Xiao Xiaolang does not return in the evening rain, and the empty house is alone on time.

Master Xue will beat people after hearing this, but who is going to guard the empty room alone?

Having said that, the entire Blood God Sect seems to be not good at women, only bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty... what kind of stupid sect.

In fact, the Blood God Sect is in Wushan, and not many people know about it, otherwise it might have been suppressed long ago. Zhao Changhe also asked Wan Dongliu of the Four Elephant Sect before he knew it was here. On the surface, there is only one cottage on Wushan Mountain, and the Xiaoju gang occupies the mountain as the king and robs houses. The sect relies on an underground secret place in the mountain to act secretly, which is very similar to the template of Beimang back then.

At the moment when Maitreya is disturbing the south, the Daxia officials really don't have time to deal with the king of the mountain.

But what's better than Beimang is that this cottage is not a village. It spreads from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The large and small villages are actually deep and have some fortifications...

"Stop, what are you doing!"

Looking all the way to the entrance of the stockade, a group of thieves surrounded him unbearably, and stared at him nervously: "This is not a place for sightseeing... We have endured you for a long time..."

Zhao Changhe was almost laughed at: "Why do you have to endure it?"

Someone muttered for a moment, then whispered: "Are you... are you Zhao Changhe?"

At this moment, Zhao Changhe's dragon sparrow is kept in the ring, and there is one classic logo missing, but there is another classic scar on his face that has not been wiped off. He came to worship the mountain as Zhao Changhe openly, and this cannot be given to Wang Daozhong.

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Why don't you dare to admit it, because you don't have a knife?"

"Now others imitate Zhao Changhe's appearance and wear a broad knife. How can the real Zhao Changhe not carry a knife? I will tell you no!" Someone complained to his companion: "Being caught by someone who doesn't know if it is Zhao Changhe No one dared to stop me when I walked to the gate of the village, and I was laughed at if I said it!"

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "So if Zhao Changhe really came, wouldn't you guys stop him?"

The gangsters all said: "Nonsense, Boss Zhao is a member of our Shengjiao, so if you really come, you should go home."

What the hell went out... Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Didn't he still chase after him? Why did he go home..."

"The hunting order, no one mentioned it after hanging out, who takes it seriously." The gangsters said cautiously: "Are you right? In a word, don't pretend to be here. We have already asked Beiman My brother has come out to recognize someone, so don’t run away!”

While talking, a person hurriedly came from the village: "I heard that someone looks like our master? Oh shit, you are here as the master, I miss you brothers!"

Zhao Changhe looked up and grinned even wider. It was Brother Beiman who asked Xuanwu to write a letter of introduction a few days ago. Sure enough, Xue Canghai pinched his nose and assigned them the position of small boss. For example, the sixth son was assigned to be the small boss of the bottom cottage?

The six sons came out in a crowd, rushed to Zhao Changhe for a hug, turned their heads and held their heads high: "Which blind person said no? If it wasn't our head of the family, could it be your father!"

Everyone: "..."

This is not your cottage, who is in charge?

But apart from slander, no one dared to reveal it. On the contrary, everyone had a look of admiration on their faces, and bowed down to salute: "It's really Boss Zhao..."

"I've seen Big Brother Zhao!"

"Hello Boss Zhao!"

"Boss Zhao, you are our god!"

"Hi Boss Zhao, sit inside, shall we report to the leader? Take the boss for a stroll?"

"..." Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry seeing the idols who were so happy and joyful from the bottom of his heart, why don't you make a super talk?

He could think that if he came to the Blood God Cult to worship the mountain officially, he would not be regarded as a traitor and screamed for murder. After all, the current strength and relationship network, the leader Xue must treat it carefully. Not long ago, he joined hands with the Saintess of Four Elephants to kill the poisonous spider Tian Lingzi, and the book of troubled times was reported to the world. It can be said that he stretched his head to let Master Xue chop it, and he would not dare to chop it even if he had ten guts.

But I never thought that I would be regarded as my own by the members of the Blood God Sect, or the kind of face made by foreigners... This attitude made me defect to the Blood God Sect, or did Yicheng return home after being a teacher?

If I had known this, I wouldn't have wasted Sanniang's favor and stuffed it with others.

"Go, go, of course I'll take the master for a stroll, what's the matter with you?" The six sons glared at Zhao Changhe with their hands on their hips, and then smiled apologetically at Zhao Changhe: "Master, Wushan is very beautiful and has many famous places. Let me show you around?"

Zhao Changhe laughed: "Are you familiar?"

"It's okay, the green forest routine is similar everywhere. Professor Sun is in a good position here, and he can take care of everyone." The six sons happily led the way: "The weather here is so good, brothers don't know where to live. What are you doing in the ice and snow in Beimang?"

Zhao Changhe politely rejected a group of licking dogs who were eager to try, and followed the six sons into the village: "Isn't Teacher Sun wearing small shoes?"

"It is said that life was not easy for a period of time, and some people in the church were crowded out. Although the leader has said that it is a meritorious service for the teacher to teach with all his heart, and the teaching is not the responsibility of the teacher, so don't make things difficult... That's what I said, But it’s also inevitable.”

"Well, it's normal to be alienated. I'm still afraid that the Blood God Sect is vicious and punishes my grandson indiscriminately. Then everyone's relationship will be different..."

The six sons laughed and said, "How can it be? Let alone the punishment, even the ostracism and estrangement gradually disappeared. Many people's attitudes improved without knowing it, and some people quietly went to seek advice from Professor Sun." , I heard that even the elder protector secretly went to ask for advice, he is much more advanced than Professor Sun... This is because he treats Professor Sun as a reclusive old man who sells wontons."

Zhao Changhe laughed: "Everyone's story is about selling wontons, didn't they sweep the floor?"

Six sons: "Huh?"

"Uh, it's okay, you continue."

"Then the leader actually had a high regard for Sun Jiaoxi in his heart. He was allowed to observe many core cheats, and it is said that he was also allowed to comprehend sacred objects. As a result, Sun Jiaoxi's practice has also improved this year, and he has broken through the sixth level of the entrance. Now it is not a legend. Elder Gong’s subordinates have just taught, and have been promoted to be guardians of the holy religion, and now no one dares to say words of crowding out.”

Zhao Changhe sighed in his heart.

It’s not that random elders in the Blood God Cult can teach at the same level as the old grandson... Not only is the old grandson responsible, but also his basic skills are really solid. I used to think it was a routine, but after so long in the rivers and lakes, I realized that it is actually very good. Some Jianghu people are really average in this aspect, and don't seem to pay much attention to it.

In fact, what Sun Jiaoxi lacks is good training and advancement. If he can really have the resources to cultivate, why is it that he is in his thirties and only has the fourth level of the Profound Entrance?

In fact, there are many geniuses in the world, but many of them are buried, no matter which faction has such a situation, more often than not, they may not even have the opportunity to learn martial arts.

The two of them went up the mountain all the way while talking, someone had already gone up to inform the teacher.

Over there, Xue Canghai was talking with the Maitreya Sect envoy. The guards outside were poking around, winking, but didn't say anything. Xue Canghai got up speechlessly and walked over, waving his hand like a slap: "Who taught your idiot how to behave?"

The guard was so wronged that he held his cheeks and lowered his voice: "Zhao Changhe worships the mountain."

Xue Canghai thumped, knowing that he had hit the wrong person. The guards were definitely kind and smart. The Maitreya envoy heard it, and it was difficult to deal with it.

What's more, Zhao Changhe has the habit of killing envoys from other families in front of the master's face. He played twice in a row in front of the Wang family's gate and in the Batu army. One of the sufferers was the Maitreya Sect.

Xue Canghai's thoughts changed, he turned around and smiled at the envoy, "I have some important personal matters to deal with, the envoy can go back to rest first, you and I will talk about it later."

After speaking, he winked at the guards, indicating that the envoy must not be let out to see Zhao Changhe, then hurriedly left the meeting room and went down the mountain quickly.

Only halfway down, I looked down and saw cheers in the cottage below, a group of Blood God Cultists surrounded Zhao Changhe, as if seeing an idol visiting. Then Zhao Changhe waved his hands with a smile, with a stinky look of "Brothers have worked hard".

A few people who just came from Beimang surrounded him talking and laughing all the way up the mountain, seeing how he was passing through different villages all the way to gather the younger brother, look at the way they hug each other, this Blood God teaches you to be the leader I am the leader?

This is to show off, isn't it? Xue Canghai gritted his teeth angrily.

Just as he was thinking about Zhao Changhe's true intention and attitude when he came here, another figure hurriedly flew over from the other side of the mountain, and he arrived in front of Zhao Changhe in less than a moment.

Zhao Changhe stopped in his tracks.

Amid countless thieves looking up at him, Zhao Changhe knelt down on one knee and made a big gift: "Seeing that the teacher is in good health and successful in cultivation, Changhe is overjoyed."

The continuous cottage was silent, even Sun Jiaoxi, who came to see his apprentice, never thought that he would receive such a big gift, he stood there for a while, and even forgot to help him up.

The last time I blocked you on Gujian Lake Road, you weren't so respectful.

Xue Canghai, who was watching from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief... According to his performance, at least he didn't come here to find trouble.

Just thinking about it, Zhao Changhe looked up at the direction of the hill where Xue Canghai stood, as if he knew where he was. Xue Canghai's heart skipped a beat again... Such five senses are at least at the door of secret storage.

Zhao Changhe stood up, spoke calmly, and the voice spread far and wide: "Master Xue is safe and well... Zhao Changhe, a non-staff bandit, pay homage to the mountain."

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