The wind and snow roar, and the snowflakes flew around the sky under the strong wind.

In the mountain god temple, a cluster of bonfires were burning. A group of more than a dozen people sat next to the bonfire to keep warm. Eight or nine burly men, a young man in brocade clothes and a maid, everyone was talking and laughing.

There were branches on the bonfire, and a cauldron was hung on the branches, and the thick soup inside was steaming.

The only maid in the accompanying family took out the jerky meat from her bag, cut it into pieces and threw it into a cauldron. The rich aroma of meat was everywhere.

"If the snow continues to stop in this ghost weather, we will be trapped here." A middle-aged man complained.

"Don't complain, you can rest for a while after running this escort. It's just that Young Master Jin was suffering. He was originally from us, but who knew that he had encountered such a ghost weather."

He spoke by Zhao Cheng, the escort at the Longmen Escort Agency, is also the leader of this group of people. He is about forty years old and has a thin face.

The young man in Jinyi, known as Shao Jin, is Du Shao Jin, the son of Du Dajin, the head of the Longmen Escort Agency. He ran to the escort for the first time and followed him out to practice.

But he had a cold face throughout the whole process and said nothing.

The maid served him a bowl of hot broth, but Shaojin didn't go to pick it up and looked at it with disgust.

He has been frugal since he was a child, and he never left sea cucumbers for meals. Sometimes he even had to eat two sea cucumbers in one meal. When did he eat this kind of garbage?

At one moment, the sound of snow being trampled outside the mountain temple came from the sizzling sound.

All the men around the bonfire pulled out their single swords, jumped out of the bonfire, formed a formation of six groups, and stared at the door with caution.

A young monk with shabby clothes appeared at the entrance of the mountain temple in the wind and snow.

The young monk was burly, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a handsome face, holding an iron rod in his hand and a sci-fi scimitar on his back.

"I'm disturbing, it's cold at night, borrow a fire!" The young monk dusted the snow on his body and said.

"Where did it come from?" Zhao Cheng asked.

"North!" The young monk's answer was relatively concise.

“Where to go?”

"South!"

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes and stared at the young monk. When he saw the scimitar behind the young monk, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Chenggang was about to speak, but Du Shaojin said first: "There is a place, but why do you lend it to you a beggar!"

The young monk didn't say anything, but just raised the iron rod and swept it across, hitting a heavy pillar next to it.

"Bang!"

The pillars as thick as the bowl broke in response to the sound, the eaves collapsed, and fell to the ground with a bang. The entire mountain temple was trembling, the tiles slid down, and the dust fell down.

The young monk with a cold face retracted the iron rod. Is this stick's strength for twenty years qualified to live?

Zhao Cheng was quick-eyed and quickly picked up the lid to cover the pot to prevent dust from falling into the pot.

His eyelids trembled slightly, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes. After all, this world still has to rely on strength to speak. The young monk fully demonstrated his strength and was not easy to provoke. If there was a fight, it would not be certain who would suffer.

And this is still an ascetic!

There are four people in the world who don’t provoke, monks, Taoists, women, and children.

Before Du Shaojin continued to speak, Zhao Cheng hurriedly said, "You can come in, but you can't get close to us. If you want to stay, you have to express it a little!"

"I understand the rules of the world!"

The young monk took out a frozen hard steamed bun from his arms, threw it over, and then stepped into the mountain temple.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand to catch the steamed bun and pinched it. The steamed bun was so hard that it could be used as a hidden weapon. He snatched the teeth and said, "Is this your rule in the world?"

However, Zhao Cheng didn't say anything in the end. Walking in the world, it's better to have less than more things.

After the young monk entered the house, he found a corner of the wall, put down the iron rod, untied the scimitar on his back, and placed it on the ground. Then he sat down, took out the dry food from the bag and started eating.

This young monk is Ji Chen. After traveling south for more than ten days, he finally encountered a mountain temple that could shelter from the wind and snow.

While eating dry food, he checked the system.

Along the way, I encountered many unsightly bandits and bandits, including a few lonely Beimang wolf soldiers. After a fierce battle, they all destroyed the group of wolves. The scimitar on their backs was the wolf.

The leader of the soldier.

These people all provided him with a lot of killing points.

His killing value has accumulated to 48, and he is still two away to reach 50.

Du Shaojin noticed the scimitar beside Ji Chen and asked, "Is that a wolf knife?"

Zhao Cheng glanced at it and said, "That's right, only the Wolf King deserves to own it. The Wolf King has a high position in the Beimang Army, which is equivalent to the general flag of our Ming Dynasty."

Zhao Cheng knew what Du Shaojin meant. The Ming border army rewarded the military achievements. The value of a Beimang wolf sword in the border army was equivalent to a general flag. If this Beimang wolf sword was sold to those borders who were eager to make contributions.

The army soldiers, or the young master who comes to the border, can definitely be sold at a sky-high price.

This knife is worth the profit of their several trips.

That's why he deliberately or unintentionally reminded the young man that there is no need to do not make the wolf knife. It is best not to provoke a monk who can kill the wolf king.

Du Shaojin was a little distracted and said, "A beggar with strength is just a good person. How powerful can he be! Maybe he picked up the wolf knife somewhere. After all, this is in chaos, and the wolf king is dead.

It's normal, too."

Du Shaojin obviously didn't take Zhao Cheng's words to heart. If you really have the ability, why would you dress like a begging for refugees?

Being poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts, practicing martial arts is the most expensive profession. Without any financial resources, you dare not touch martial arts at all.

Du Shaojin has been practicing hundreds of martial arts since he was a child, and has all kinds of skills in fists, palms, fingers, legs, knives, guns, swords, and halberds.

Even his father's three unique skills, the Beaded Steel Dart, the Great Vajra Palm and the Demon Subduing Palm were used to the three-point fire.

In the escort agency, he thought that no one was his opponent except his father. Even in the world, he was a top-notch player, so he did not take anyone seriously.

He didn't care about Zhao Cheng's reminder and said to Ji Chen: "Hey! That beggar, take your knife to show me."

Ji Chen frowned a little, but Shao Jin's domineering and arrogant tone made him feel uncomfortable.

He looked at Zhao Cheng and said, "Your people are so unruly! If you don't know how to discipline, I don't mind teaching him what the rules are."

Du Shaojin's face suddenly turned gloomy, "Where did the cheap monk come from? You dare to tell me the rules. I like your things. This is the glory of your life. Don't be shameless."

"Du Shaojin..." Zhao Cheng scolded sternly.

However, when he yelled like this, Feifan did not suppress Du Shaojin, but instead aroused Du Shaojin's anger.

"The surname of Zhao is just a stooge in our family. Pay attention to your identity, I am your master."

Zhao Cheng's face became ugly, and he said, "Since that's the case, after the escort escort, I will quit my identity as an escort. The Longmen Escort Agency is a place to raise a dragon. I am afraid of flooding.

Die inside.”

The surrounding bodyguards also quickly echoed: "Boss, let's go wherever you go!"

Du Shaojin's face turned gloomy. He didn't expect that his casual words would cause a mutiny.

He suppressed his anger, endured it and did not continue talking.

However, he had already made a decision in his mind that the escort agency needed reform. If these old worlds were not eliminated, he would definitely not be able to suppress these people when he became the chief escort leader in the future.

After returning this time, I immediately put the reform on the agenda.

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