The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 33

  Chapter 33 Moving forward

   "Damn, this ranking is unbearable! Now the whole world knows that I am 250!"

   "Uh, no, I'm not two hundred and five!"

   "Grass! What kind of broken book, are you playing with me? And the verdict? Why don't I have one, and it will be gone after a while!"

   On the way back, Zhao Changhe cursed and cursed all the way. He didn't see the glory of being on the list of troubled times, nor did he see the guilt of being jealous. What was entangled was that the numbers were ugly, and there was no sentence of pretentious judgment.

  Wang Dashan and others looked at Zhao Changhe's back with weird expressions, not knowing how to evaluate this strange boss.

How can everyone have a verdict, there are 250 people on the Qianlong list, and there are only a few who have verdicts, and everyone doesn't know what the basis for this is, anyway, there have been people who had verdicts and were hacked to death the next day. It doesn't seem to represent anything.

  Anyway, it's good to be on the list... The first level of the entrance is actually on the list of troubled times, and no one who is much stronger than you has ever been on the list. You are still struggling with two hundred and five.

  The Qianlong list is different from the Tiandiren list. The Tiandiren list can be regarded as reflecting the current strength ranking, but the Qianlong list is not exactly.

It is a list of rookies. It looks at the potential reflected by the record. It means that it is difficult for others to achieve better results under the same conditions. It shows that the prospect of this person is worthy of expectation. The strength of the top hundreds in the world.

It's just because the higher the level of the battle situation, the more it can explain the problem. No matter how beautiful the chickens are pecking each other, it can't explain too much, so the ones with high rankings are basically those with high cultivation, and the rankings with low cultivation are naturally low. It's like a strength ranking.

  Many people can't understand it, they always think that if you can be on the list at the first level, why can't I be on the list at the third level? There are tens of thousands of people stronger than you, why can you rank two hundred and five! Then I beat you up, two hundred and five should be me, right?

  So this will bring countless troubles to the door, otherwise why would it be called the book of chaos?

   This Zhao Changhe is still struggling with whether the number sounds good, whether he doesn't know or really doesn't care...

   And one more thing...

  For this challenge, let the rudder master spit out the money and food, which is very cool... But now the rudder master compromised with you because he was injured. After a few months, the injury will heal. How do you want to die?

  Wang Dashan and others always feel that the future will be miserable.

  Anyway, this time I went back to the cottage and put the things in the warehouse. Finally, there was rice for the pot. The gangsters didn't care where it came from or what troubles they had, and they all cheered like New Year, cheering Boss Zhao Long live.

   His chin was touched by Zhao Changhe, who cheered Long Live, and he knew that this was not a long-term solution.

  Several carts of rice seem to be a lot, and the purchasing power of a few hundred taels of silver is no joke. It can support the purchase of a lot of resources, but even so, it will not last long to supply a village with hundreds of people. Therefore, although there were stocks in the village before, people still needed people to rob roads or hunt animals, otherwise they would sit and eat the mountains sooner or later.

  Counterfeit must have financial resources, usually robbery, Zhao Changhe can't avoid this problem even if he doesn't want to do it.

  The times that Zhao Changhe saw in the book of troubled times happened to include the time. This time it was Xiaohan, reminding people that the Spring Festival is only 20 days away, and spring is about to begin...

The beginning of spring means that the situation that no one passed by in the past two months will begin to change, and the number of travelers and merchants will gradually increase, and they may even start to appear now—I don't know if there will be people rushing home for the New Year in this world ?

   Maybe not many, but there should be some.

"Boss, what shall we do next?" Wang Dashan was asking next to him in the village master's conference hall: "Master Fang's words are correct. Sub-rudders have no business at present, but we are responsible for making money." Yes, there is no way to keep making money from the sub-helm..."

  Zhao Changhe reclined in the main seat, lazily propping his forehead: "Spring is coming, and there are always people passing by... Assign it first, let the brothers set up cards on the main roads of the mountains."

  Wang Dashan: "?"

Zhao Changhe lazily said: "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live on from now on, you will save money to buy roads. Although this line is quite rustic, isn't that what we do as bandits? ?”

   "Isn't this the way of robbery?"

   "This is a bit different from Jiedao, because we set up cards openly."

   "And we don't take all of it... I think the amount of city entry tax today is not bad, so let's just pay this, and you can leave after paying some money."

  Wang Dashan: "Boss, you said before that the officers and soldiers would come to suppress the bandits...you are aboveboard..."

"This is on our own territory, won't the officers and soldiers make a fuss when they come? Can the officers and soldiers stay there forever? Well, it is precisely because of the scruples of the officers and soldiers that we can't make a big fanfare and can only work in our own mountains. You treat me as me Do you like this kind of road toll booth?"

   "Speaking of the officers and soldiers, although Fang Duozhu promised well, he still can't count on... You pick a few smart ones to squat in the city, and report to the police as soon as there is any trouble."

"yes."

   "For the rest, let's hunt animals first. Returning less is better than nothing. Oh, by the way, the banner of the village is changed to another side, and it is written on behalf of the heavens. There is also this hall, and a plaque is called Juyi Hall."

  Wang Dashan's eyes are circled, and he has no idea what the boss is thinking.

  But he always has a feeling that the boss doesn't want to do looting at all.

   Isn't the knife in his hand just snatched?

"Okay." Zhao Changhe stood up and said, "I'm going to practice, and you should go to practice too. Don't just lie down one by one when Professor Sun is gone. The officers and soldiers will know what death is when they come. Let's go .”

  After the meeting was over, Zhao Changhe went straight to the previous herbal medicine warehouse to prepare the auxiliary medicinal bath recorded in the blood evil technique.

He didn't have any intentions to develop the cottage at all. He really belonged to the category that could drag on for a day. He hid in Beimang as the king of the mountain for cultivation and not for farming and rebellion, and it was not for endless entanglement with a regional rudder master. Low Not low.

  The most obvious privilege of being a village owner is the ability to **** the village husband... No, the right to let the handyman boil hot water and soak in medicinal baths. Wouldn't it be a fool not to use it.

  External exercises are often accompanied by medicated baths. This is a routine. It can not only stimulate the flow of qi and blood, but also have some effects in strengthening resistance to blows, but generally this kind of medicated bath is quite uncomfortable.

Zhao Changhe felt that the reason why Deputy Helmsman Huang couldn't stand him today was because he hadn't practiced this aspect much, otherwise the method of blood evil kung fu would still tend to be rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Although it is not invulnerable to carrying sharp weapons, it can withstand blunt weapons In terms of fighting, he still has quite an advantage. If he really practiced hard, how could he be kicked and unable to stand up?

  In fact, the more I practice, the more I feel that the Blood Fiend Kung Fu is a very powerful skill. Its aggressiveness is fierce and domineering, and its defense is also quite good. Both offense and defense are full of highlights. The reason why the evaluation is so-so is mainly because of its serious disadvantages and various discomforts in cultivation. But Zhao Changhe felt that even if he had internal skills, he couldn't be afraid of difficulties and lose his external skills, and he still had to practice.

  That is both internal and external cultivation.

  Started so late, if you don't redouble your efforts, how can you surpass the two hundred and five!

   "Hiss! Damn it..." In the house of the village owner, Zhao Changhe soaked in the hot water bucket, grinning his teeth, almost shrinking.

  It seems that there are thousands of needles piercing the surface of the skin, which is painful and itchy, and then the blood is rushing, the brain is hot, and a certain place is directly and naturally supporting the sky.

  Well, judging from this effect alone, this medicated bath is a good thing, no lie...

   But it's just... It's **** hard, it's not much worse than when the side effects occurred, and it's no wonder that Huang Fuzhuo and the others haven't practiced much.

  Three tricks to defeat Deputy Helmsman Huang is actually not worthy of praise in Zhao Changhe's own heart. Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, after all, it was just a laggard whose fighting spirit was sapped by comfort and luxury. It was a lesson learned from the past, and he could not become another sinking boat.

  Continuing to practice is the last word.

  Even if this broken kung fu is uncomfortable, you must continue to practice it.

  Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth tightly, grasped the rim of the bucket with all his strength, and supported himself with all his strength, urging the operation of the blood evil art in pain.

  The wooden barrels were creaked by him, and at some point, shallow finger marks were made on the solid wood.

   After a few months, can the helm master recover from injury and be able to fight? Zhao Changhe didn't bother to think so far, no matter what the time was, at least he had worked hard.

  (end of this chapter)

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