Time flies very quickly, and Yue Hongling leaves and turns to the nearest moon. The first month passes silently. It is February, and spring is warm and flowers bloom.

The medicine has been used up, not only did the Qixue Powder I bought enough medicine, but it was not enough for daily medicine bathing. Because Zhao Changhe recently sent people to buy medicine everywhere, and Fang Buping also heard about it, and started buying it, so there was nothing else, and there were no surrounding towns.

What's even more terrible is that after a long period of rest, Fang Buping's injuries were finally healed by Zhuque's punishment.

Two months ago, Zhao Changhe generated a lot of income due to the "challenges" of criticisms. The money was just a symbolic amount of money to the branch, indicating that Beimian Shanzhai was still a subordinate of the Blood God Sect. As for Fang Buping, he had to ask for half of it before, so he was just a waste of money.

But early this morning, Fang Buping sent someone, and five people and six people were arrogantly asking for half of the resources.

The injury is awesome. I have been holding it in for several months and it is time to vent my anger.

"Zhao Village Master, is Beimian Mountain Village or the Blood God Cult? Will Zhao Village Master be independent?"

"Ha, this brother doesn't mean anything, he is all brothers in the church, sit down."

The visitor looked at the sky: "The Lord Fang said that he had agreed with Lord Zhao that he would hand over half of the monthly income from the village to the branch. But last month, he handed over 88 taels of rice dumping last month. What is this? The Lord Fang helped you solve the problem of bandit suppression in the government that you made with the Lord. He has not disturbed you for several months, right?"

Zhao Changhe sneered in his heart, "The government has not come?" What do you think Cui Yuanyong is here? With him, what do you need to do in this small town government? Just serve Mr. Cui and eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

If someone doesn't do it, it either depends on Yue Hongling here, or it is because of his strange identity, which is nothing to do with you Fang Bujing? On the contrary, what about Lin Feihu, isn't it the trouble that you Fang Bujing brings?

He didn't say that after all, leaned against the main position and said leisurely: "What everyone agreed on is the income from the copycat, but the income in the past two months is basically the bonus that I challenged with others. That is my personal income. I lost to Gongkuli and regarded everyone as brothers and shared the blessings. It does not mean that it is the income from the copycat. I have given you eighty-eight taels. I just want to ask which brother is this true?"

A group of gangsters around stood aside in a rustling manner, with different thoughts.

The boss said this, and the copycat generates very little income, but it is still the income from hunting animals. The things suggested by the wife of the village have just been planted and not yet harvested... Now the income in the village is indeed the boss' personal challenge bonus, and he is selflessly thrown into the public treasury together. Others have the most force to dig traps in this matter, which is really a blessing to share.

The boss has nothing to say about his character, he is loyal enough.

But how to say it, taking a side may not only depend on your personality.

The rudder is finally the fourth level of the entrance hall, and he is also a clear boss in the church. Who dares to stand on your side openly?

Some people even think in their hearts that the so-called lack of income is that you are suppressing everyone from robbing it, otherwise how could there be no income? Are we still considered bandits now? Are we still putting this kind of land?

These people are not officials who force the people to rebel. They are all second-rate people or go up the mountain if they make trouble. If they were willing to farm honestly before, who would be the fuck up the mountain...

The visitor laughed: "Who do you see if your brother agrees with your reason? He is the master of the parody. Isn't your income the copycat income?"

Zhao Changhe took everyone's expressions and smiled slightly: "That's right. Dashan, take this messenger brother to the warehouse and get half of the things."

So someone looked bad again.

It was all for everyone. Half of the things were given away by empty mouths and white teeth, and my heart was bleeding. I haven’t dared to challenge them recently, so how could I get so many resources? After moving like this, I will have to eat dirt again.

But no one just spoke up to the boss, what about now?

Zhao Changhe wanted to laugh very much and said leisurely: "Okay, go to three schoolmates... Oh no, go to a few people to serve the lord master, and have a room for the best room. Tonight's roast lamb, remember to leave the lamb legs for the brothers to enjoy. That's it, let's goat."

After saying that, he didn't care about the different expressions in the Juyi Hall, and stood up leisurely and left.

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Outside the pool of Houshan River, the water in the pond is still clear, and there is no snow around it. New branches are drawn out from trees, and flowers and plants are fragrant everywhere. The geese return south, and the sound is singing in the sky.

Zhao Changhe stood silently for a while, suddenly opened his three stone bows, and did not aim. He shot an arrow at the returning goose flying by the sky.

At the sound of the bowstring, arrows were like meteors, and two geese were penetrated by an arrow and landed on the ground with a bang.

Zhao Changhe did not go over to pick it up, and looked far away, and could see clearly the wound on the geese's body. It was not a single arrow, but was rushing through the spiral whistling blood evil energy, making his body become a big hole. The wound was surrounded by blood spirals, and the bones were shattered and cracked inch by inch.

The bow and arrow have become great at this point, with clear eyes and ears, as if reflected in the heart. If the skills do not break through, everything will be at the bottleneck.

Without medicinal materials, it is difficult to cook without rice. Zhao Changhe's ambitious pace also slowed down, and at the same time he became more determined to leave.

Even the resources required for the second and third levels are not enough, what should I do if I practice to a higher level?

The messenger from Fang Buping has left, but he will obviously come to continue looking for trouble. Just as Yue Hongling said that since the fate method has come to this point, even if it is a fuse, this period of rest and recuperation should come to an end.

He pondered for a moment, hid his bow and arrow behind the tree by the pond, and strode away.

Even if it doesn't feel that it's enough, Zhao Changhe still plans to start trying to break through the three levels tonight. Whether it succeeds or not, he will have his own concerns.

Tomorrow is the Jingzhe, and the insects and pears are still breaking through the ground, so why is the dragon hidden?

He returned to the house, soaked the last bucket of medicinal bath, drank the last portion of medicinal soup, took a bath and changed his clothes, and slowly put on a strange posture.

The third level of the Blood Evil Technique is no longer a horse stance. The current posture looks very ashamed to look like a statue of David, and you have to slowly change your posture, which is even more shameful... but it is more conducive to the operation of the Blood Evil, and it is also more conducive to the infiltration of blood qi from blood vessels and muscles into the internal organs of the muscles and bones.

When the blood evil spreads inside and outside, the blood evil skill will be successful. Yue Hongling's judgment is naturally fine. This is indeed a very high-limited exercise. Among many external skills, very few can exercise the bones and internal organs.

But the more energy replenishment you need in the later stages, the more painful it is.

He could clearly feel the evil energy in the blood flowing outward, penetrated outward, and spread the fascia... Slowly, the severe pain began to invade, the blood began to rise, and his reason became more and more violent. He just wanted to tear everything he saw in front of him, vent the violence in his heart, and vent the pain in his body.

Zhao Changhe knew that if there was an outsider on his side, he would see his eyes bright red at this moment, and his whole body was like a wild beast about to fall into a violent storm.

While reason has not yet been destroyed, Xia Longyuan's martial arts began to operate. A ray of coolness enters the atrium from the perineum, goes up to the heart vein, and then goes to the spiritual platform to maintain the immortality of the spiritual light.

But the more you are, the more difficult the pain will be. In a sense, the violent blood evil spirit is actually a way for you to ignore or vent your physical pain. It just depends on whether you want to be a human being...

Of course Zhao Changhe didn't want to.

A stream of true energy flows through the dantian and spreads the muscles and bones, soothes the pain in the body.

Whether it was Xia Chuanchi's help at the beginning or now he relied on Xia Longyuan's martial arts, his internal strength has always helped to alleviate the disadvantages of the blood evil spirit, rather than eliminated. The real way to eliminate it is the blood-setting pill given by Teacher Sun, but to this day, Zhao Changhe has never eaten a single one.

Once you rely on that kind of thing, you will never be able to do it again.

Relieving internal functions is enough... How can a man be so arrogant, how can he not endure that little pain?

In a daze, he seemed to hear noise outside, and someone seemed to knock on the door. Zhao Changhe was rational and confused, without caring, and still tirelessly attacking the final level.

I don’t know how long I endured it, but Zhao Changhe could already feel his sweaty clothes, but the fascia that the bloody evil tried to break through was still a little worse.

Just a little bit.

No matter how many times you endure the pain, if the strength is not enough, it is not enough.

There is not enough energy, there is not enough medicine, and the time is too short.

After all, he is not a genius that is sought after by fortune.

"Fuck it!" Zhao Changhe opened his eyes angrily, kicked the bathtub beside the house, and the medicine bath flowed all over the ground, announcing the failure of this breakthrough.

"Boss, Boss!" As if he heard the movement inside the house, someone outside shouted anxiously: "Boss, you finally wake up..."

Zhao Changhe gasped tiredly and said angrily: "What's the matter!"

"Someone broke into a mountain village at night and was trapped in a trap... But her swordsmanship is so powerful. Everyone has been stalemate with her for half an hour, but still can't take it..."
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