Chapter 137 Fight

Wei Tao sat by the fire, eating with an iron pot.

Only halfway through eating, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his head suddenly, looking around with suspicion and vigilance in his eyes.

Everything around is fine and there is nothing unusual.

Wei Tao gently exhaled a breath, stretched out his hand to knead the center of his brow, and closed his eyes at the same time, as if he was listening to something.

Time passed little by little.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, turned around and asked, "Did you hear anyone talking?"

"That kind of shrill, twisted laughter that seems to be floating in the wind?"

The Qingshan Club disciples next to him shook their heads.

Even Qu Shang, who was not far away, said, "I was eating with Sister Xie just now, and no one said anything."

"It's not your two voices."

Wei Tao shook his head, his expression a little gloomy.

This is already the third time.

He suddenly felt a little irritable.

Inexplicably, I remembered the dead Bai Lingyu.

Could it be that her mental illness is contagious?

Slowly exhaling a breath, Wei Tao threw all thoughts behind him and picked up the iron pot full of stewed meat again.

Shang Bian came back from patrol, feeling cold all over.

He took a bowl of broth and moistened his throat, "Sir, everything is normal around here."

After a pause, he continued, "I just met the escorts from Nanming Trading Company during my patrol. I feel like they have always been very wary of us."

"It doesn't matter, just be more careful."

Putting down the empty cauldron, Wei Tao exhaled a breath of contentment, "They will lead the way, and we can follow behind. If they have any problems, I can solve them by myself."

Shang Bian nodded, suddenly in a daze.

Under the firelight, Wei Tao's face flickered, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling.

Shang Bian seemed to be back in the woods again.

He walked carefully through it, and the ground was littered with the mutilated corpses of the Black Turban Army.

And that woman covered in white frost, who looked like an ice elf, made his mind sway, unable to control himself.

He could never forget her look in his life.

I have thought more than once that I could kill her with my own hands to avenge my teacher.

However, Shang Bian himself also understood that this could only be a fantasy after all.

With his strength and the potential that has been exhausted after his foundation was damaged, even if he was given another hundred years to practice hard, he would never be a match for that woman.

Not to mention killing her to avenge her fellow teachers of the Iron Legs sect.

But who would have thought that he would see her body in the wilderness without any warning.

And all of this was done by Mr. Wei alone.

The great revenge has been avenged, and there is nothing left to ask for.

His life will be sold to Mr. Wei from now on.

Shang Bian sat there blankly, looking at the quietly burning bonfire in trance, feeling surprisingly peaceful and peaceful at this moment.

After one night, the motorcade set off.

Although I encountered gangsters gathering several times on the road, I saw from a distance that the two teams were well-equipped and looked after each other. After all, they did not dare to approach them. They just followed them from a distance for a while and then retreated on their own.

After another two days of trekking, the convoy finally left the realm of Cangyuan.

The frequency of encountering rioters and bandits on the road has been greatly reduced.

Everyone felt slightly relieved.

The atmosphere also became much lighter.

It is getting late and night has fallen.

Starting in the afternoon, the two convoys set up camp in an abandoned village.

In addition to the normal arrangements for security, everyone else was busy.

Not long after, several bonfires were lit.

Get water to stew meat, hunt and barbecue.

Whether it was the escorts from the escort agency or the disciples of the Qingshan Club, everyone's face was filled with joy.

Tonight is the day to celebrate the new year.

Soon, pots of broth were served.

Then soak the dry and hard dough in it, which can best comfort the soul on this cold winter night.

Nan Ling took out dozens of bags of soju from the carriage, which instantly ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

A mouthful of broth-soaked pancakes and a mouthful of spicy soju quickly brought the two people closer together.

No longer wary of each other, full of vigilance.

The escort leader Luo Cheng drank a few more sips of soju, and his voice became obviously louder.

Wei Tao ate slowly and listened to him tell about the various strange things he encountered when escorting escorts in the past.

Especially when he heard a clip about the adventure in Snake Valley, it attracted all his attention.

It's a pity that what Luo Cheng said was completely different from his previous encounters, so it had no reference value.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from the fire next to it.

There were also noisy cheers.

Wei Tao turned around and saw two bodyguards from a trading company fighting each other in the middle.

The two of them moved around in an open space, fighting with fists and feet, and the fight was indistinguishable.

Most of the people cheering and cheering on the side were escorts from the business.

The remaining disciples of the Qingshan Club stared intently at every movement of the two men.

Analyze subtleties and find flaws and weaknesses.

Then put yourself into it and think about how to win the battle at the minimum cost.

Some people even subconsciously shrank into the shadows.

Shang Bian looked at their performance and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the result of his tireless teaching.

For the highly malleable young people in the Qingshan Society, the philosophy he has always conveyed is to be unreasonable and do whatever it takes until the enemy is killed.

Rather than having to fight openly and openly, face to face.

“These little cubs are so energetic that they like to stretch their muscles and bones after eating and drinking enough.

Those guys next to me were even betting on the lottery, and I didn’t know who would win and who would lose in the end.”

Luo Cheng laughed, picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Wei Tao.

When the two people in the field saw the escort leader's attention, they immediately stopped wandering around and fighting, and changed their moves together to hit each other head-on.

After just a few breaths, the winner was decided.

One person was thrown into disarray and was defeated with a slap.

However, the victorious escort obviously reduced his strength and just pushed the person away without causing any real damage.

"Chen Piao's palm power has become stronger and stronger. If he continues to practice at this speed, he will be able to break through blood coagulation within half a year."

Luo Cheng looked at the defeated man again, "Xiao Chu still has the old problem of unstable lower body. No matter how many times I say it, I can't completely eradicate it. I still need to strengthen the strength training of both legs in the future."

Wei Tao sat there quietly and watched the entire fight between the two.

But my mind has already flown far away, recalling the time when I just started.

He also started step by step with skin and muscle training, and perhaps his initial progress in practice was far behind those of these two bodyguards.

Luo Cheng's eyes flashed as he picked up the wine bowl and said, "Brother Wei, do you feel your hands are itchy? Do you want to go up and relax your muscles and bones?"

Wei Tao drank the shochu in one gulp, picked up a piece of stewed meat, put it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

He glanced at Luo Cheng who was looking forward to it, smiled and nodded, "That's fine."
To be continued...