"The old man doesn't know how many more barrels of medicine to prepare!" Zilong mentally greeted the old man who had disappeared for a long time, and then turned his mind to the more than 200,000 taels of silver. Although it could not reduce the pain, at least it could

Motivate him to persevere.

An hour later, the red lines on Zilong's body gradually faded away. He once again came out of the gate of hell and collapsed straight to the ground. It took him a long time to recover.

I stood up and looked into the bathtub. I saw that the green color of the medicine had completely faded, replaced by the red color of the child's blood.

"You have a long life!" Feeling that the child's breath was a little stronger, Zilong thought that he might not die, but he might not wake up so soon.

After moving his body, Zilong picked up a long spear next to him and began to practice his marksmanship. There were not too many fancy moves, just simple basic movements such as stabbing, picking, and sweeping. This was a required course for him every day, and he never fell behind.

.

"People and hearts are in harmony, hearts and minds are in harmony, minds and guns are in harmony..."

Gradually, he entered a state of selflessness, and one shot at a time seemed to be natural.

After winning thirty-one games in a row in the Nancheng Arena, Zilong never used a gun because he felt that those people were not qualified to see his marksmanship.

"Mom!" Half an hour later, a scream interrupted Zilong. Looking back, the child in the bucket opened his eyes. His face was pale, his breath was floating, and his eyes were full of anxiety and fear.

Zilong put away his gun, shook his head and said: "A child who is sucking milk will know when he wakes up that he is looking for his mother."

The child struggled to get up from the bucket and fell down several times. Regardless of his naked body, he looked around eagerly and kept calling for mother.

"Your mother is not here."

"Who are you? Where are you? I'm looking for my mother!"

"I also want to ask who you are, little brat. I advise you to calm down. Otherwise, if your mother doesn't find you, you will be dead first."

The child was in a state of despair. It took him a long time to regain some composure and said, "Did you save me?"

"That's right, your life will be mine from now on."

"As long as you help me rescue my mother, my life will be yours."

"What's your name, and who is your mother?"

"My name is Shun. My mother is from the county guard's office and was imprisoned by Mrs. Xiao."

"Mrs. Xiao?" The boy rolled his eyes and said, "Gao Jin's mother?"

"Yes! I don't know her name, but my mother said she was Mrs. Xiao." When Gao Jin and his son were mentioned, a flash of resentment flashed in the child's eyes. They had been his and his mother's nightmare since he could remember.

"Little brother, are you mistaken? Mrs. Xiao is the woman whom the county governor loves most, and Gao Jin is his most valued son. You want a young boy like me to help you rob someone from the county governor's house?"

"Help me!" Although the child was young, he knew that this was extremely difficult and even impossible, but he had no choice. The big boy in front of him, who was only a few years older than him, was his only hope.

"Alas!" The boy patted his head, thought for a moment and said, "It's impossible to save people from the Sheriff's Mansion, but I can give you a chance, it depends on whether you dare."

"What chance?"

"If you have the chance to save your mother by yourself, your name is Gao Shun, right?"

"My name is Shun!" The little boy's eyes were sharp and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I know you don't want to admit that he is your father, but the person who tied the bell must untie it. If you want to save your mother and be completely free, you must get his approval. Otherwise, what if you escape from the Sheriff's Mansion? What else?

It is impossible to escape from Changshan County. Here, finally

After all, you can't leave his territory at all, and the Xiao family where Mrs. Xiao is located is also very powerful. It can easily wipe you out. Killing you will be in vain. I'm afraid the county guard won't know. In fact, he seems to

I really didn’t know you existed.”

"How do you know this?"

"Why don't I know? Do you know who I am?"

"have no idea."

"Then listen carefully, I am the most handsome man in Changshan, and so is Zhao Yun!" The name Zilong was given by Zhao Yun to deceive others, and Zhao Yun is his real name.

"What does it mean to be handsome?"

The boy was confused for a while, thinking that this child had never left the house since he was born, but this time he was kicked out, and he was still not kicked out of the county magistrate's house. He forgave his ignorance and said: "Anyway, remember, there are thousands of men in this world.

There are millions of people, none of them can compare with me."

"oh."

"Come to think of it, I just accidentally heard the old man talking about someone like you before, and I knew that you lived a miserable life. When I saw you today, you were really miserable."

"Who is the old man?"

"You don't have to worry about that. He's not a good person after all."

Gao Shun paused and asked, "What do you do in the Sheriff's Mansion?"

"Ahem." Zhao Yun looked a little unnatural and coughed: "Raising horses, of course, is only temporary, just like living in seclusion, understand?"

The little boy shook his head. Although he didn't understand, it sounded very powerful, and he admired the big brother in front of him even more.

"Forget about these things, let's talk about your mother."

Mentioning his mother, Gao Shun burst into tears and almost lost control of his emotions.

"No problem can be solved by crying. You are not young anymore. It's time to be sensible."

Gao Shun looked at Zilong and felt that his tone of voice was just like his mother's. He suddenly felt warm and said, "You just said you would give me a chance to save my mother. Is that true?"

"Of course it's true. In this world, martial arts is respected. As long as your practice is fruitful, your work is advanced, and you can defeat the county guard, who will dare to embarrass you mother and son?"

There was a trace of longing in Gao Shun's eyes, but soon it dimmed, and he said: "I heard that cultivation requires talent, but I..."

"Do you think you can't do it?"

"I'm too weak." The child clenched his fists. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, he was indeed much smaller and stronger than his peers. To say that cultivation was too far away from him.

"It doesn't matter if you are weak. Even the county guard has grown up from being weak step by step. The key is whether you have the determination."

"I'm not afraid of death or pain. I'm willing to suffer any pain as long as I can save my mother."

"Okay, you can rest here and recuperate first, and then we'll talk about it after you've recovered."

"I'm worried about my mother. She'll be worried if she can't find me."

"I'll go check it out for you."

Zhao Yun shook his head, feeling a little confused. At least the child in front of him knew who he was and who his parents were. However, he had no father or mother, and only had an unreliable grandfather.

He has been raising horses with his grandfather in the Sheriff's Mansion as long as he can remember. He doesn't know where he comes from, who his parents are, or where his home is. Not only that, there is always an unknown threat lurking in his body, and severe pain breaks out from time to time.

Torturing his nerves and destroying his vitality, he had to rely on herbs that his grandfather got from nowhere to maintain his life. But even so, he was still very optimistic, had no complaints, could not express his pain, and his mentality was surprisingly good.

As night fell, Zhao Yun walked into the kitchen with familiarity, first had a hearty meal, then put in a few chickens and left. In the past few years, he has been doing this kind of thing every day. With so many people in the county magistrate's mansion, the kitchen can't finish all the food.

There are so many things that no one will pay attention to, and more importantly, no one will believe anyone who dares to come here to steal things.

Gao Shun's mother, named Shujuan, was lying in a woodshed with scars all over her body. She was still shouting "Shun'er" in a coma, and her face was full of tears.

"Creak." When the woodshed door was pushed open, Shujuan opened her eyes, suddenly thinking that her son was back, and struggled to get up.

"Shun'er!"

"Shunzi is fine, she's fine at my place, don't worry."

Only then did Shujuan realize that he was indeed not his son and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Zhao Yun, and I am Shunzi's friend."

"Shunzi's friend?" Shujuan was wary. She didn't know her child yet, and she didn't know what a friend meant.

Zhao Yun saw that she was alert and told her what had happened before. Only then did Shujuan believe it. In fact, she had to believe it and had no other choice.

"How is Shun'er doing?"

"It's okay. I suffered a minor injury. I happened to have some medicine and it's almost healed. He asked me to come here and let you know so as not to worry you."

"My poor child..." Shujuan burst into tears.

"I'll come back to see you when Shunzi gets better." Zhao Yun is still a child after all, and he doesn't know how to comfort him in this situation.

"No, don't come back. Let Shun'er go and get out of here."

"Where can we go after we leave? Once caught by Mrs. Xiao, we will die."

"Staying here is a dead end."

"That's not necessarily true. There is always hope in life. Anyway, Shunzi's side is fine for the time being. Don't think too much about it. You have been wronged for so long. You might as well wait a little longer. Maybe there will be a miracle."

"Thank you, please, don't worry, even if it's for Shunzi, I will do it well. I still want to watch him grow up."

"That's good." Zhao Yun took out a chicken and handed it to her and said, "Eat something, recover well, and you must hold on."

Shujuan took a sip of her saliva when she smelled the aroma. She hadn't eaten enough for a long time, let alone meat, but she still didn't take it and said, "I'm not hungry. You can give it to Shun'er."

"There's still more. Eat it quickly to avoid being discovered. I'll leave first."

Shujuan still wanted to speak, but Zhao Yun had already left the woodshed. She stared blankly at the roast chicken in front of her, tears welled up again, and she muttered: "Is there still hope?"

When Zhao Yun returned to his room, Gao Shun, who had fallen asleep, suddenly woke up and asked hurriedly: "How is my mother?"

"She's fine. I've also told him about your situation. Just rest in peace and recover. Come, have something to eat." Zhao Yun took out the remaining two chickens and handed one to Gao Shun.
To be continued...