After a hard night's fighting, the injured Zhao Meng and his men struggled for half an hour before they finished cleaning up the battlefield outside the camp.

Looking at the money bag in hand, even Zhao Meng, whose left arm was wrapped with gold medicine, felt that it didn't hurt that much.

After a speechless night, Xu Fu woke up early and felt that his nose was full of blood, so he hurried to the river and lay down to wash up.

After he finished, he looked at Zhao Meng beside him, frowned and asked, "After this night, have you been injured too?"

Zhao Meng laughed: "A cold arrow in the dark night, you can't defend yourself against it even if you want to?"

After they washed up, they each held their long swords and practiced sword-drawing skills by the river.

Zhao Meng planned to practice by himself for a few days and then let all his brothers start practicing after he found the trick.

It wasn't until a quarter of the hour that Li Xiuyuan got up late and went to the river to wash up.

Seeing the two of them looking weak, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Did you not eat, or are you three-year-olds unable to dance with the bronze sword in your hand?"

Zhao Meng grinned and cried out in pain: "You don't know your back hurts just standing there. My left hand is about to break. Can't you get up quickly?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at Xu Fu and asked, "Is it possible that Mr. Xu didn't eat either? Why don't you go have breakfast first and then practice?"

Xu Fu laughed when he heard this: "Aren't I trying to standardize my actions? Give me two days."

Li Xiuyuan thought about it. After all, this guy had probably never even touched a sword before, so it was really hard for him.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything, went to wash up, and then walked back to the camp.

Watching a group of guards handing out money to the children waiting to eat, I couldn't help laughing and said, "The bandits are so good at night. They know we are poor and send money over from time to time."

The children who got the money laughed and said, "This is great, we won't be short of money along the way."

After finishing his sword practice, Zhao Meng came over, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Is there any magic medicine that can heal this arm for me?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Why are you so anxious? Take your time with this strenuous matter."

After thinking about it for a while, I looked at him and smiled and said, "I'll think of a way. After you recover, you can try to draw the sword with your left hand five thousand times a day. Don't say I didn't teach you."

Xu Fu was startled when he heard this and asked in his ear: "Left-handed sword?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "It's also a life-saving sword."

Xu Fu, who was walking over, looked at him and asked doubtfully: "Zhao Meng, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Meng raised his injured arm with some difficulty, looked at him and sighed and said, "Shopkeeper Li asked me to practice drawing the sword five thousand times every day after I recover from the injury."

As soon as this sentence came out, the expression on Xu Fu's face changed again and again, and he never spoke again.

After a while, he sighed, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile, "Don't compare me with him."

In his opinion, he had to meditate to circulate Qi, study, and practice sword-drawing skills for five to ten thousand dollars every day. If he added another five thousand, it would probably kill him.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan had no intention of forcing him. In his opinion, it was already a miracle that Xu Fu could continue to practice every day.

After all, he is different from Zhao Meng and others. Zhao Meng and a group of guards are all licking blood from the knife edge. Only those who are more capable can survive until the last day.

Looking at the two people quietly, a smile appeared on Li Xiuyuan's face. He wondered if it would be Zhao Meng who accompanied Xu Fu on his last trip eastward.

Because there are no detailed records of the people around Xu Fu in the history books, he dared to let Zhao Meng and others embark on the path of cultivation.

Looking at this scene, Li Xiuyuan thought that someone in the imperial city, if it were not a pig, would be afraid.

Because last night, he had announced to them with the talisman arrow in his hand that there was an existence here that they could not defeat.

As long as I am around, there will be no room for killers or bandits.

There is no room for anyone to think of attacking this cavalry, at least before he returns to the imperial city, at least during the days when Xu Fu and Zhao Meng are growing up.

He will not allow assassinations to happen under his watch.

After the group divided the money, they ate

After dinner, we hitched up the carriage and continued our journey.

Xu Fu looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "From now on, no one will come to hunt us down, right?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, shook his head and replied: "I don't know, it probably won't happen again in the future. Can anyone predict the future? You have to continue to practice hard, I can't protect you for the rest of your life."

When Xu Fu thought about it, he finally gave up on luck.

With the same thoughts as Zhao Meng, I am afraid I will have to practice hard for many years to come.

The large group of people and horses were no more than one person on horseback, and the speed was much slower than Li Xiuyuan imagined. The long road had not been seen all the way, and the autumn wind was already starting to pick up.

The bandits in the Imperial City have not been chasing him for the time being, and Zhao Meng's arm has healed with the help of Li Xiuyuan's elixir.

Now every morning and evening, he leads a group of guards to draw swords non-stop, and the whole camp is filled with the sound of swords being unsheathed.

Even Xu Fu drew his sword much faster. In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he finally had some ability to protect himself.

As he practiced all the way, Zhao Meng sang loudly, and when he reached the seventh level of Qi Gathering, even Xu Fu broke through to the sixth level.

The highest among a group of guards is already at the fourth level, and the lowest is at the second level.

Before they even arrived in Hainan, Li Xiuyuan had transformed this team into a tiger and wolf army, and they would no longer be afraid of being attacked by bandits.

Zhao Meng was the happiest because he had already tried to draw the sword with his left hand!

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he sighed: "This right-hand sword and left-hand sword are things that no one would have thought of."

Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Only in this way can you have the capital to save your life."

In his opinion, no one in the current Great Qin could have the ability to wield a sword with both hands. This was also the result of Zhao Meng's hard training.

Dongjun is in sight, and in a month we will be able to see the sea.

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that maybe he could ride back to the imperial city when it snows.

The autumn wind was blowing up, a bit desolate, and the fallen leaves on the official road were flying in the air. The leaves on the big trees on both sides were driven off by the autumn wind, fluttering and charming.

It wasn't as hot as summer, and even the horses were a little faster, and the caravans they met on the road even sped up, all wanting to take advantage of the autumn to haul more goods.

When it snows, I can stay at home and take my time.

Ahead is Dongjun, and beyond that is Qidi. Li Xiuyuan learned from Zhao Meng that this is also a place where bandits hang out.

However, since King Qin unified the six kingdoms, the bandits here may have become much more honest due to fear of being surrounded and suppressed, and have disappeared for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that the traders who do business dare to walk on the road.

It was only when Li Xiuyuan came all the way that he realized that there were many carriages heading towards the Imperial City. Presumably these traders wanted to rush back and forth from the Imperial City before it snowed.

Except for their convoy, they headed east silently in the autumn wind.

Xu Fu is very quiet, because apart from meditating to circulate Qi, he spends the rest of his time reading on the carriage, which is somewhat similar to Li Xiuyuan.

As soon as he got on the carriage, Li Xiuyuan did nothing but read and sleep.

Occasionally, they make a pot of tea because Xu Fu also put down the bamboo slips at this time. They both want to have a moment of leisure, look at each other and smile, and see the future short-term.

A pot of hot tea was floating in the autumn wind. The two of them were holding the hot tea in their hands, thinking about the sea in the near future, and it was inevitable that there would be clouds echoing in their hearts.

Who said there is no friend in the road ahead, and there is no one in the world who does not know you.

To a certain extent, Li Xiuyuan envied Xu Fu for having a bright future and admired his courage.

Excited, Xu Fu opened the corner of the curtain on the side of the car, took a deep breath, drank a sip of hot tea, raised his head and looked out of the car.

It was almost dusk, and the returning birds in the mountains were already flapping their wings and flying back to their nests. A gust of autumn wind blew in, giving him a bit of coolness, which made him shiver subconsciously.

There was a river not far from the official road, and a small forest. Xu Fu nodded with satisfaction. As long as the river was there, he could wash himself, and there was a small forest where he could collect some firewood and make a fire.

Cook.

"Let's rest here for the night."

Xu Fu looked at the scenery outside the car, turned around and said to the driver: "Stop the car, let's go camp by the river."

"Yes, sir."

The convoy slowly descended the official road, rolling over the yellow grass that was about to wither away, and headed towards the woods by the river.

These days, the convoy either spends the night in an inn in the town, or finds a place with water to camp like tonight. For Li Xiuyuan, this is the most ordinary thing.

Zhao Meng handed the horse over to his men to feed it with water and graze, all the way to the riverside.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan who was washing by the river, he frowned and said, "This place used to be very peaceful. Today we are afraid that we have to guard against a sneak attack by bandits."

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "Let your subordinates do these things. They have fought all the way and have experience."

Xu Fu laughed, took out his copper sword, pulled it out with a clang, and then started his practice.

Zhao Meng glanced at him, washed briefly, and then went up the river bank to the camp. In order to ensure everyone's safety, he had to arrange protection at night before practicing his sword.

Now, like Xu Fu, he practices drawing swords in the morning and evening whenever he has free time.

It was midsummer when they left the imperial city. At that time, neither Zhao Meng nor Xu Fu thought that they would embark on the path of spiritual practice.

It's good now. In Xu Fu's words, he can fight three bandits by himself now.

Zhao Meng was self-aware, and he often looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked when he would be able to build a foundation, and whether he could enter the realm of golden elixir in this life.

Li Xiuyuan said with a smile: "If you keep practicing hard like this, even the highest realm will not be a dream."

With Li Xiuyuan watching over them all the way, they were naturally willing to endure hardship. As he said before, once you taste the sweetness of practice, it is a practice that cannot be stopped.
To be continued...