Chapter 8: Drawing a sword to help when the road is rough

Wang Zhijin walked north from Zhongnan Mountain to the desert. He felt as if the sky was high and the birds could fly. He was so happy that he walked two hundred miles a day tirelessly. After leaving Zhongnan Mountain, the packages on his body had been put into space, leaving only a handful.

A completely authentic standard long sword.

This sword is either a famous sword or an ordinary iron sword. Don't underestimate him. Only the third generation disciples of Quanzhen have swords, and others don't have them yet.

An iron sword with good craftsmanship costs more than fifty taels, which is enough for a family of three to last five or six years.

It is not cheap to go to a blacksmith shop to repair a dull blade, or to remove rust and oil it for maintenance.

Ordinary soldiers of the Jin people also used spears, or scimitars used by nomads. Those were a little cheaper, but the quality was not as good as Wang Zhijin's.

Hao Datong often taught him that the sword is the lifeblood of a martial artist, just like the horse of the cavalry, the boat of the navy, and the bow of the archer.

He didn't have a horse, and the durability of his innate skills was clearly revealed on the road. In the 600-mile Zhongnan Mountains, his light skills were better than horses.

When Quanzhen was released, the package contained three days' rations. Quanzhen was not entirely vegetarian, but also ate meat, so there was dried meat in it, which could be stored for a long time.

If it is three-pure meat, anyone can eat it (three-pure meat: I am not killing it, I am not dying for me, and I have not seen the killing process.)

Eating the three pure meats does not involve cause and effect. After Wang Zhijin entered Taoism, he also believed more or less in cause and effect.

In a small town, I passed by an inn, not the legendary Yuelai Inn, but the Yuelai Inn that opened all over the world, and its name was Jiuxiang Inn.

Wang Zhijin shouted, "Boy, please bring two kilograms of beef and a jar of wine!" In the Southern Song Dynasty, killing a cow was punishable by one and a half years in prison, and a heavy fine was required. However, in the Jin Kingdom in the north, there was no such regulation.

Besides, the cattle killed are all beef cattle imported from Mongolia and Xixia Mutual Trade, not farm cattle. You can buy Tubo yak meat near Jingzhao Prefecture (the Jin Dynasty still called Jingzhao Prefecture, ancient Chang'an), but it is expensive and imported.

, after long-distance transportation, the price will not be cheap.

"Okay, Taoist priest!" the waiter shouted.

The other diners looked at Wang Zhijin's Taoist robes and were very surprised. However, he was tall at 1.88 meters, which made him feel oppressive compared to others who were 1.7 meters tall.

After a while, two kilograms of beef and three kilograms of wine were served in a wine jar.

Wang Zhijin took a bite of the meat. It tasted good. It was meat after all, and Quanzhen couldn't eat anything good. Everything he ate tasted delicious. The only pity was that the wine was not very good, it was low-alcohol wine and had a bit of a sweet taste.

Hao Datong kept some high-strength wine from Mongolia, but it stuck in the throat and choked people, so not many people liked it.

While eating, I listened to the diners discussing recent events.

"Have you heard that the Zhao family in Hezhong Prefecture was wiped out?"

"Yes, I heard about it. It is said that the Zhao family is also a royal family of the Song family. During the Jingkang incident, because they were far different from the royal bloodline, everyone did not know that they belonged to the royal family and avoided the Jin Dynasty's liquidation. They did not expect that one hundred seventy-seven or eighty years had passed.

, but still didn’t escape.”

"Did you hear who did it? They are also a big family, with nearly a hundred servants?"

"I heard that it was the imperial court that did it. More than ten years ago, when the Southern Song Dynasty imperial court celebrated the Northern Expedition, someone colluded with the Southern Song Dynasty imperial court. The Zhao family was suspected, but there has been no evidence.

In addition, recently the Sixth Prince Wanyan Honglie, in order to collect money and suppress the Mongolian tribes, the Zhao family has offended King Zhao Wanyan Honglie for some reason. This is probably the reason for the genocide."

"Why did I hear that the Huanghe Gang did it?"

"It's the Yellow River Gang. According to people, the Yellow River Gang is a subordinate of King Zhao Wanyan Honglie."

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Wang Zhijin listened carefully with his ears pricked up. He did not expect that Wanyan Honglie had done something to exterminate the family, which was too much. He also did not take action to kill Wanyan Honglie. After all, the matter had nothing to do with him. If he met head-on, he would take action.

Governance is a matter of course, but with the benefit of hindsight, liquidation is not so good.

After eating all of the two kilograms of meat without any left, I asked the waiter to buy a lot of portable food and take it with him on the road. As for the place to live, he had no problem living in the open air and meditating.

After practicing Xiantian Kung, you can become immune to cold and heat. Unless it is windy or rainy, there is no need to enter the inn at other times.

After leaving the town, he continued to go north, but he didn't expect to encounter a martial arts incident that would allow him to "draw his sword to help when the road is rough".

A group of people who knew a little bit about boxing were chasing a woman who looked to be in her forties.

The woman had a lot of wounds on her body, and she seemed to know some skills and had fought with others.

Wang Zhijin was overjoyed. He had never expected that such a thing would happen just a little over a day after Quanzhen was released.

Now that I have encountered it, I will naturally not ignore it.

"Be brave and hunt down a couple of women and children in broad daylight. It's fair and reasonable. Whose name do you have? Tell me your name!"

Wang Zhijin shouted loudly.

The woman was overjoyed. She was planning to jump into the river a hundred feet away with her granddaughter in her arms. She was exhausted. Only by jumping into the river could she have a chance to survive.

On the road to heaven, I unexpectedly met a Taoist priest. This Taoist priest looked very human, and he should have no problem with the Huanghe Gang minions.

The Huanghe Gang members looked at the tall Wang Zhijin and were shocked. This big man had jumped out of nowhere. If he looked carefully, he was actually wearing a Taoist robe from the Quanzhen Sect. It seemed that he was in trouble.

The leading henchman shouted, "Humph, Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, get out of my way. I am from the Yellow River Gang, and I am helping the Sixth Prince to surround and kill the rebellious ministers and traitors. Don't make a mistake. Get out of the way quickly. I will not pursue you anymore."

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The woman was very anxious and said, "Taoist help me, I am the Zhao family of Hezhong Prefecture. Because my husband's family offended the Sixth Prince for some reason, he sent the Yellow River Gang to destroy all members of my Zhao family."

I had no choice but to run out with my little granddaughter, who was just under one year old, and was chased for another seven days and seven nights. I asked the Taoist priest to save me."

Wang Zhijin heard that "Wanyan Honglie? Zhao family, Yellow River Gang? This is actually the case."

I didn't expect that I would bump into him less than two hours after listening to her at the inn.

He glared angrily at the Huanghe Gang members and said, "Huh, so that's what happened. What did they do and why did they destroy the whole family?"

The Huanghe gang didn't show any weakness, "Humph, the remnants of the Zhao royal family will be punished by everyone. I, Da Jin, spared them from death, but they didn't know what was good or bad. They offended my prince, and the crime is unpardonable. Killing the family is already a light thing. Look at it."

The nine tribes should be killed."

Wang Zhijin was furious and had murderous intentions. He said loudly, "I'm looking for death. I'll save these two. Get out of here. I'm in a good mood today so I won't kill you."
Chapter completed!