Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 179 Bai Zhantang Donates Money for Charity Tong Xiangyu Repeats the Rules of Our Shop

In the middle of the night, the girl beside her fell asleep, but Yang Ke didn't feel much sleepiness.

Until today, this task system has just been updated.

Yang Ke thought the portable system was broken.

It should be said that his portable system has no intelligence. Most of the time, it is just used as a backpack.

Those kinds of gift bags are just the benefits of traveling through this world, and this system can't talk to each other. No one knows if there is a problem.

Yang Ke doesn't care if there will be problems, at least for now, he doesn't care about this.

main mission:

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[The World of Great Controversy (Fourth Ring): The princes compete for the clan, the saints and the concubine compete for the fitness; the most is the family of the ruthless emperor. (The deadline for triggering related side missions is September [-]th)
Rewards: Fame +100000, sect prestige +1000, random gift pack (B) *5. (unaccalimed)】

[The World of Great Controversy (fifth ring): The princes compete for the clan, the saints compete for the fitness; the most ruthless emperor's family. (The deadline for triggering related side missions is September [-]th)
Rewards: Fame +150000, sect prestige +1500, random gift pack (A)*1. (unaccalimed)】

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[The World of Great Controversy (Ninth Ring): The princes compete for the clan, the saints and the concubine compete for the fitness; the most is the ruthless emperor's family. (The deadline for triggering related side missions is September [-]th)
Rewards: Fame +1000000, School Prestige +10000, Elixir Package (A)*1, Weapon Package (A)*1, Martial Arts Package (A)*1, Special Building (Full Set)*1, School Features (A, etc.) *1. (unaccalimed)】

As expected, a lot of gift packages were refreshed, but it was delayed for so long, and Yang Ke had no intention of receiving them.

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"Brother Bai, Shopkeeper Tong, I will see you again today, I don't know when. If you have free time, you can also go to my Shu Mountain for a visit. Of course, you will not be disappointed."

While talking, Yang Ke smiled slightly at the few people who were seeing him off, and said goodbye.

Going west, although the land roads are mostly rugged mountain roads, they are much easier than the [-]-mile Funiu Mountain Road.

Yang Ke naturally chose to go by land, and winding mountain roads is always faster than sailing against the current.

Needless to say, the scenery along the way, the Qinling Mountains are of the same line, beautiful, majestic and majestic, a majestic picture scroll.

Along the way, Yang Ke also noticed that he didn't see anyone suspicious, but he had a vague feeling that someone was looking for him behind him, but he didn't catch up with him.

The internal injuries suffered in the meridians due to the evolution from yin to yang have gradually recovered.

The Taixuan Jing takes the path of evolving the innate qi. This innate qi is not the innate qi in the true qi, but the breath of returning to the original innate, tracing the origin of the blood, and the human race in the beginning.

However, even if one cultivates the Taixuan Sutra to the twentieth level, there may still be many difficulties to overcome.

This yin to yang is one of the major difficulties. In the practice of the Taixuan Sutra, there is a practice method of evolving the innate yin and yang, and then returning to the original one.

Therefore, Yang Ke's injury is actually not too serious, and it didn't hurt the foundation.

To send Ziying and Qingsuo two swords, Yang Ke did his best.

Now that he was injured once, it is not without gain. The experience of related martial arts has increased significantly, and the meridians have also strengthened a little. In the collision of Yin and Yang, Yang Ke's mind has also been trained a lot, and he will go further.

That is Yang Ke, who possesses such peerless magic skills as the Taixuan Jing, otherwise, if it is another person, facing such internal injuries, I am afraid that he will be tortured for a lifetime.

Traveling all the way west, watching the world, mountains and rivers, and gradually absorbing the harvest of that battle.

Yang Ke wanted to meet someone to find fault, but there were no big gangs along the way. Occasionally, he met a few men with fierce faces. Looking at Yang Ke and the others, they all immediately avoided the side of the road.

It made Yang Ke sigh, "The rivers and lakes are boring"!
The road along the way is basically along the banks of the Hanshui River. Compared with the less popular Funiu Mountain, there are many villages and towns along the Hanshui River.

Some roads are more difficult to walk, but it is not difficult for Yang Ke and his party.

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"Uncle, you eat too!"

On the streets of Nanyang, a tall and thin middle-aged scholar was walking on the street.

He has a clear appearance and looks like a god. He is definitely not an ordinary person. No one dared to stop the soldiers who left the city gate for questioning.

It's just that behind him is a disheveled little beggar, which is surprising.

The little beggar was holding a large piece of cake and was eating, but his pace was not slow, and he followed the middle-aged scribe closely.

The middle-aged scribe ignored the little beggar, but the little beggar still chased after him closely and ate up the pancake he was holding.

They did not walk slowly. They left Nanyang City and headed westward. After a while, they arrived at the next town.

"Uncle, I won't leave with you."

At the gate of the city, the little beggar held his chest, gasped for a moment, and said suddenly.

The middle-aged scribe frowned, and suddenly heard him say this, and asked casually, "Why didn't you come with me?"

The little beggar covered his chest and said, "Uncle, I seem to be dying. I want to go find my mother, Ah Huang, and tell her."

As he spoke, he turned his head and wanted to leave. The middle-aged scribe was startled when he heard the words, and stretched out his hand to grab the little beggar's shoulder, and suddenly felt an extremely hot force hitting his palm.

Hold the other shoulder again, feeling extremely cold.

He was stunned for a moment, a trace of remorse flashed across his face, the evil consequences he had caused finally appeared, but at this moment, he did not feel the slightest joy.

What have I done?

The little beggar struggled twice, but on his shoulder, the palm on his shoulder seemed weak, but he couldn't struggle away.

He did not give up, and kept struggling with all his strength. Sweat was pouring from his head, but there was a chill on the other side. If you looked at him from the front, you would see that his face had been distorted by two breaths.

The middle-aged scribe suddenly slapped his palm, and the little beggar staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm just looking for your mother and Ah Huang."

The little beggar turned his head and looked at the middle-aged scribe with innocent eyes. He still clearly remembered that he was deceived by this lie four or five years ago.

On that high mountain.

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"Mr. Bei, this is the place."

Looking at the towering mountain in front of him, Bei Haishi coughed and suddenly rose from the ground.

In just an instant, he jumped about ten feet. In the air, he raised his energy and flew another ten, twenty, or thirty feet. This kind of light skill can already be regarded as high.

But Bei Haishi could raise his energy again, and with the help of his own strength, he lifted up another ten feet, and then suddenly fell down.

It fell on the ground, the smoke did not rise, but Bei Haishi coughed again.

"Mr. Bei is so light-hearted!"

Bei Haishi looked pale and weak when speaking. He looked like he was seriously ill. He didn't look like a master.

The wonderful lightness kung fu that can be displayed, no one will doubt his martial arts.

Bei Haishi shook his head and said, "I haven't seen the top of this skyscraper at all. It's really terrifying!"

It's not that I'm lamenting the steepness of this mountain, but to say it's steep, there are peaks in Tianzhou that are said to lead directly to the heaven. This Motian cliff is not to mention compared with Tianzhou, it is the border of the Central Plains, and there are countless dangerous peaks far above it.

It's just that those dangerous peaks have always been inaccessible, but there are people living on this skyscraper cliff.

He came here looking for someone, but he couldn't even knock on the door of his house.

Tried it with a knife, the mountain rock is hard, covered with a layer of solid ice, I don’t know how long it has been, maybe thousands of years, this waits until the ice does not melt, the sword is difficult to hurt, I want to use the sword to borrow strength, climb up It is impossible to reach this peak.

Unless you get a magic weapon, everyone has a magic weapon, and Bei Haishi doesn't have one suitable for him.

He thought about it for a long time under the mountain peak, and he thought of various methods. However, when he looked up at the peak, all his thoughts were shattered.

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

Sighing three times, he was telling people to prepare the supplies waiting here when he heard someone climbing up.

After looking at it, it was a person waiting for news from the bottom of the mountain. After this person climbed up, he whispered a few words in Bei Haishi's ear, and Bei Haishi immediately changed his color.

A smile appeared on his sad face, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Let's go."

He coughed a few more times, but these coughs were full of joy and lightness.

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In the town, the middle-aged scribe asked someone casually, and then walked towards the next town. Along the way, he dragged the little beggar and walked quickly.

It was three times faster than before.

The little beggar couldn't praise enough and said: "Uncle, it's you who dragged me to run so fast!"

He is ignorant and ignorant, but he doesn't know what such light work represents in this arena.

When it got dark, I didn't know how many miles I had traveled. I came across a town on the road. However, after asking for directions, the middle-aged scribe did not stop and left anyway.

Neither of them rested that night. The middle-aged scribe was still in high spirits, but the little beggar looked a little sleepy.

Looking at the "Seven Heroes Town" engraved on the big bluestone by the roadside, the middle-aged scribe looked a little more serious at this moment.

Those strokes were not engraved by ordinary stonemasons, but carved by a peerless master on the solid stone with his fingers.

This town is not easy!
After entering the town, the middle-aged scribe discovered that he was being watched. He glanced indifferently and found that it was a police officer looking at him.

After glancing at the policeman, the middle-aged scribe walked towards the most well-informed place in the town.

Naturally, it is an inn. As we all know, the waiter in the inn knows everything.

After taking a look at the plaque of [Tongfu Inn], the middle-aged scribe stepped into the inn.

"Sir, please come inside~"

"Where do you come from beggars? Here, beggars can't enter! Go, go there and wait, there are leftovers for you."

Bai Zhantang dodged to the door, greeted the middle-aged scribe with one hand, and drove the little beggar behind him with the other.

"Wait a minute, he's with me."

The middle-aged scribe took a step and spoke to Bai Zhantang.

"Offended! Offended! Guest officer, please!"

Looking at the attentive waiter, the middle-aged scribe's eyes flickered, and there was something wrong with the waiter.

Glancing at the inn, he found a seat at random and sat down. He patted the table in front of him lightly. In this shop, all the materials are well-made, and everything is extraordinary.

Ordinary inns certainly wouldn't be so particular about it, after all, people coming and going in the inn, those who know martial arts, would smash the table and the stairs with a slight bump!
Oh!
Looking at the agility of the waiter in this shop, he was smashed and should be able to recover the debt.

"Guest officer, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not busy. I want to ask you something. A man and four women are extraordinary-looking and riding horses. Do you know where they went?"

Taking out a silver ingot and pushing it over, the middle-aged scribe asked.

Five taels and one ingot of silver was considered a large sum for Bai Zhantang.

However, the person he asked, Bai Zhantang smiled, shook his head, and said, "Guest officer, why don't you tell me what you want to eat."

Seeing that he did not answer the question, the middle-aged scribe frowned and suppressed his temper.

"Then get some signature dishes, and pay according to the money."

A piece of silver was worth about two qian, Bai Zhantang took it, and left with a smile.

It was only morning, and there were no other guests in the inn. The middle-aged scribe glanced at the sluggish little beggar sitting opposite him and was about to speak.

At this time, a woman ran out from the back door of the inn with a smile, holding a broom in her hand.

Could it be a fool?

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged scribe took out the silver, slapped it on the table again, and called softly: "Girl, little girl, come here, I'll ask you a question."

Guo Furong just ran past him, and she didn't care about the breakfast, and she didn't think there was anything strange about it.

Hearing the voice calling her, she turned her head, went to the table, looked at the silver on the table, her eyes sparkled.

Oh, it doesn't look too stupid!
The middle-aged scribe knew it well, pointed to the money, and said, "Little girl, I want to ask you a question. If you answer it well, the money will be yours. You can buy as many candied haws as you want."

Guo Furong smiled blankly and nodded, but as she nodded, she felt something was wrong.

Looking at the middle-aged scribe with a trace of pity in his eyes, Guo Furong slammed the table and shouted: "What do you mean! Old bastard, do you think my aunt is a fool?"

As he said, throwing the broom will bring luck.

Being scolded by her like this, the middle-aged scribe was also stunned for a moment. It had been a long time since anyone had scolded him like that.

With a frown, she was ready to teach this silly girl a lesson.

At this time, someone jumped out from the side of the stairs, grabbed the silly girl, and said, "Don't, you smashed the table, and you have to pay for it."

It was Lu Qinghou who pulled Guo Furong to the backyard.

After a while, the middle-aged scribe saw the man who pulled the silly girl out of the backyard. He walked slowly to the middle-aged scribe's table, looked at the silver on the table, grabbed it after a while, and said: "Guest Officer, that person, you can't afford to offend him."

Oh!
Looking at the young man in front of him, dressed like a scholar, the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and said: "I haven't offended anyone, if you know, let me tell you, this silver is also yours. "

He took out another ingot of silver and put it down.

After going down the mountain to here, after wandering around for a few days, I only knew the appearance of those few people, but I still don't know anything about their identities, and I haven't even figured out their whereabouts.

From here to the south, you can go downstream from the Han River, and it is not difficult to travel thousands of miles in a day.

To the west, you can enter Shu, take Wuguan, and enter Guanzhong, all of which are very complicated.

"King Xiang!"

Lu Qinghou gave him an answer, put the silver in his hand into his sleeve, and was about to take the second ingot of silver on the table, when a figure floated by and the silver disappeared.

Only the lingering sound is left:
"Shop rules! Shop rules!"

(End of this chapter)