Beiyin Great Sage

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Ergou is very courageous and has a reckless personality. Since he got the benefit of picking mountain mushrooms, he has devoted all his attention to it.

The benefit of giving porridge has long been ignored.

Every day before dawn, he left in a hurry, and no longer accompanied Zhou Yi and others.

"Little B."

Uncle Zheng split the vines in front of him and said:

"Have you noticed that there are fewer and fewer businesses offering porridge at these two ends?"

"Ah."

Zhou Yi pulled Cao Teng aside, nodded and said:

"Not only are there fewer merchants, but also less food in the porridge. Today I made two bowls of porridge, and I drank less than four grains of rice in total. It was all soup."

As he spoke, he rubbed his empty stomach.

"Hey!"

Uncle Zheng sighed softly:

"It's only been a month since we agreed to donate porridge for one month. I'm afraid the situation will get worse in the future, so we need to find a job as soon as possible."

Zhou Yi nodded silently.

At the beginning, the rich merchants in the city agreed to donate the porridge, probably not because of compassion, but because they were afraid that tens of thousands of refugees would riot, and the situation would be even worse.

There are several leaders among the refugees, and one of them is Liu Wei, who was born in a bandit.

Now these few people are said to have been subdued by the imperial court, and the remaining refugees have lost their wildness after a few days of giving porridge, and the possibility of another riot is very small.

Tens of thousands of people.

The daily food and drink is a huge number, and it is impossible for Kunshan City to keep it for nothing, and they still have to support themselves.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but sigh.

He hasn't found a suitable job yet, and it will take some time for the mushroom planting technique to be effective, depending on the situation.

"Be careful."

Uncle Zheng slowed down:

"There's a bear den ahead, let's go around it."

"what?"

Just a few steps away, Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed, and he clenched the kitchen knife in his hand:

"Blood smell?"

"It's a corpse."

Uncle Zheng stepped forward lamely, holding a knife to separate the branches piled up in front of him, looking solemnly at the two buried corpses below:

"Knife wound!"

The corpse was yellow and emaciated, ragged, and most likely they were refugees like them.

One person's neck was cut open, another person's chest was cracked, the internal organs slipped from the body, and the dry blood attracted many decaying insects.

Zhou Yi pursed his lips, subconsciously took a few steps back.

Everything he has experienced in the Ruins Realm is, after all, an illusory dreamland to him, far from the mentality of the main body that is indifferent to life and death.

"This is a robbery."

Uncle Zheng sighed softly:

"For the sake of mere mountain mushrooms, people's lives are actually taken..."

"Let's go around a little further. If we meet a strongman, we can bear it."

The last sentence is a reminder to Zhou Yi.

……

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

With strong wind, the heavy machete landed on the root of the green bamboo, penetrating three inches into the bamboo, swaying back and forth, drew out the long knife, and slashed vigorously again.

After more than ten times, the green bamboo broke and fell to the ground, and Uncle Zheng sat beside him panting.

After taking the bamboo tube from Zhou Yi and pouring some spring water, he said unhappily:

"Xiao Yi, don't think I'm not doing well at the moment. Back then, I also cultivated this wind-split saber technique to a certain level."

"Especially this move that sweeps away thousands of troops, but it can cut out an afterimage!"

"Yes Yes."

Zhou Yi chuckled.

Total Annihilation?

The name of the move is quite imposing, but it is actually a horizontal slash, and there is nothing subtle about it.

"Are you laughing at me?" Uncle Zheng opened his eyes wide:

"Originally, I wanted to pass on this sword technique to you, but it seems that you don't like it, so forget it."

"Teach me the sword technique?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly cupped his hands:

"Don't, I believe that uncle can do it. You were the number one master of firefighters back then, and you are still growing stronger now."

"Ha ha……"

Uncle Zheng laughed loudly, and sighed again after laughing:

"Back then... Forget it, don't mention what happened back then."

As he spoke, he threw the machete in his hand at Zhou Yi:

"I know you've been thinking about my saber technique. There are ferocious beasts and strong men who rob the way in the mountains. It's okay to practice it, but don't expect it to be of great use."

"The knife skills I can learn must be popular."

"If I can learn something, I am satisfied." Zhou Yi took the knife and said seriously:

"I still hope that uncle will advise!"

As Uncle Zheng said, the wind-split knife technique is a common thing, and the combination of fancy moves is a slash.

The so-called empty step to hide the knife, turning over to lift the knife, sweeping thousands of troops, and mandarin duck kicking are all variations on the basis of chopping and chopping, and there is no difference at all.

If there are tricks, there are.

Build up!

work hard!

How to stimulate one's own strength to a greater extent is the only trick.

"The wind splitting knife technique has been cultivated to a certain level, but the knife will produce afterimages, and the speed and strength will be doubled. At that time, I could do it with a change of blood."

Uncle Zheng shrugged:

"Of course, one out of ten swords can do it, and it's even more impossible to use it when you're in battle."

"I heard that after Dacheng, it can bring out three afterimages, even a formal warrior who has tempered his flesh and blood, has the power to resist."

"My time is limited, so I'll just talk about it briefly. If you can learn it, practice more. If you can't learn it, it's okay. It's not a good sword technique."

Zhou Jia nodded, bearing that in mind.

Learning knife skills is only during the break, and the two still mainly pick mountain mushrooms, but as time goes by, mountain mushrooms become more and more difficult to pick.

The few hills in front are already bare.

Go to the back mountain.

Uncle Zheng has a chronic leg injury, so it is naturally impossible for him to pass.

Income plummeted.

From seven or eight big coins a day, to two or three coins a day, and then to almost no harvest, Uncle Zheng also completely gave up this idea.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, picked mountain mushrooms just as a matter of course, and his purpose was to improve mountain climbing and observe mushroom growing techniques.

Mountain Climbing: Proficient (3/100)

After a period of practice, after reaching 100% mountain climbing proficiency, he advanced to proficiency, and Zhou Yi's mountain climbing skills have already amazed the mountain people who live by collecting herbs.

Going up the mountain and down the rock is as agile as an ape.

at the same time.

Wind Cleave: A Primer (7/100)

After a few days of practice, the wind splitting knife technique has also reached the entry stage. Uncle Zheng's evaluation is that the talent is mediocre, not as good as he was back then.

Zhou Yi didn't mind either.

It doesn't matter if you start slowly, as long as you can keep up.

"Pfft!"

A bloody figure was thrown in front of the door.

"Who?"

"what happened?"

Uncle Zheng stood guard in front of Aunt Bai holding a machete.

Zhou Yi also tightened his body, staring at the visitor:

"Xu Liu, it's you!"

Xu Liu is also a refugee, and he was in the same team at the beginning, but the relationship was very bad, because they had disputes over the ownership of the house.

Not against each other.

I haven't seen him for a while, Xu Liu seems to be doing well, and the blue clothes on his body are the symbol of the giant whale gang.

He joined a gang?

"Humph!"

The man named Xu Liu crossed his hands in front of him, glanced at them coldly, and kicked the 'blood man' on the ground at the same time:

"This person is from your house, we found out about stealing mountain mushrooms."

Zhou Jia bowed his head, narrowing his eyes:

"Two dogs!"

"Two dogs!"

Aunt Bai screamed even more, subconsciously stepped forward, and then stopped with a hesitant expression on her face:

"He stole the mountain mushroom, which has nothing to do with us."

Chapter 006

Aunt Bai was worried and screamed at first, then showed hesitation:

"He stole the mountain mushroom, which has nothing to do with us."

A few people live together and get along day and night. It is impossible to say that they have no feelings, but they are not good enough to be like a family.

Seeing someone die, it’s okay to care about it.

But don't implicate yourself.

"Humph!"

Xu Liu snorted coldly:

"It's better not to, otherwise he will be your fate!"