Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

【Hong Yuan】

【Balance: 2】

【Xiaoyaoyou boxing method: Lv0+】

[Yang family marksmanship: Lv0+]

This thing is a system component in a martial arts game played by Yang Guo in his previous life.

As long as you kill the sinful person, you can become stronger.

Punishing evil is promoting good, which is the core idea inside.

In this way, Yang Guo's heart became more stable.

Not caring about [Hong Yuan] for the time being, Yang Guo first took off the golden jade ring finger from Zhang Dafu's hand.

From the clothes on the mahogany shelf next to the bed, I found a few taels of silver.

Subsequently.

He began to look around, looking for money.

As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero, let alone Yang Guo, a thin and weak boy.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, he wasted a lot of energy and dragged Zhang Dafu, who was as fat as a pig, to the ground.

Under his bed board, he found more than a dozen banknotes of different denominations, about a hundred or so.

As far as private house money is concerned, it is quite a lot.

It's just that I didn't find any cheats like magical weapons, but it's reasonable.

Zhang Dafu is just an ordinary small businessman, and he has no access to those things.

Not daring to stay any longer, he opened the wooden door a thin crack.

Leaning on the wall, he looked out.

I saw no one around.

Step up and leave without dragging your feet.

Clinging to the shadows under the high walls along the way.

Be careful.

Before leaving, wipe off the blood-stained hands in the snow.

Just got out of the dog hole.

It was still snowing on the street outside, and there were gusts of cold wind blowing.

Yang Guo subconsciously hugged his arms tightly and shrunk his neck.

"call……"

Yang Guo breathed out a cold white breath, and walked to the north of the city.

Before long, only a tiny black spot could be seen.

The snow fell into the world.

Cover up all traces of last night.

Go back to the leaky house.

Shaking the snow off his body, Yang Guo suddenly sneezed.

The body couldn't help but began to tremble, and the teeth collided and creaked.

His eyes were faintly darkened, and his head was light.

I have a cold?

Then he quickly touched his forehead, it was hot.

Yang Guo was shocked immediately.

Under ancient medical conditions, it is normal for a person to die from a cold and fever.

Force yourself to cheer up.

Remove the tables and chairs, take some snow from outside, and boil hot water.

He desperately poured it into his stomach while looking at the light curtain in front of him.

After Yang hesitated for a while, he clicked twice on the plus sign next to "Xiaoyaoyou Boxing".

The body shook.

I just felt that a warm current appeared in the body out of thin air, flowing to the limbs and bones, strengthening the muscles and bones.

There are even strands of white air escaping from the top of the head.

After about half an hour.

Yang Guo opened his eyes, only felt that his body became much lighter, not so limp and weak.

But there is no so-called internal force.

Although it was expected, it was still somewhat disappointing.

It's just human nature.

Sitting in front of the crackling fire, the warm flames made Yang Guo's dirty face red.

Glancing at the desolate house, he lowered his head and looked at himself in ragged clothes.

Dazed.

He wanted Mu Nianci to be buried in a normal coffin instead of just wrapping it in a straw mat and throwing it into a mass grave.

He clenched the bank notes and broken silver in his hands, and collected himself.

The winter dawn breaks, and the sky is getting brighter.

The only iron in the house - scissors.

It was made into two simple daggers by Yang Guo and hidden in the sleeves.

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

Yang Guo went out again.

He was going to buy some clothes first, not only because of the cold, but also because he didn't want to attract others' attention.

Yang Guo only wants to be ordinary now.

After all, Renyazi and some beggar organizations are quite dangerous.

There was no one on the street, at a glance, only Yang Guo was walking slowly.

Because he took a detour to eat, Yang Guo didn't come to Buzhuang until noon.

But I don't know if it was because of the festival, the door of Buzhuang was closed tightly, Yang Guo was a little disappointed.

Pursing his dry thin lips, Yang Guo tentatively knocked on the door.

no respond.

I stood silently for a while.

"call……"

Shaking his head, Yang Guo turned around and was about to leave.

click-

The door bolt fell, and the wooden door was opened. It was a woman in her forties with gorgeous hair.

"No, it's not easy to beg for food after Chinese New Year."

Two yellow-faced buns.

The corner of Yang Guo's mouth twitched, a little embarrassed.

"Auntie, I'm not begging for food, I'm here to buy some clothes."

Saying that, he took out the broken silver from his pocket.

The woman was stunned, took the money, looked at Yang Guo again, and then took out some neatly folded clothes.

"It just so happens that my child is about the same height as yours, so I'll just save money and do it again. You seem to be able to do it."

Where does Yang Guo care if it works?As long as it's warm enough.

After receiving the clothes, he put on the new clothes without taking off the old ones.

It was immediately warmer.

After expressing his thanks, Yang Guo quickly left the cloth village.

Ready to find the coffin shop.

When passing by the majestic Yamen, Yang Guo's heart can't help but beat a little faster.

This may be a guilty conscience.

Turn a street corner.

From a distance, I saw a few paper figures and horses standing at the end of a remote street.

Originally, there were no people on the street, let alone this desolate coffin shop.

After making up his mind, Yang Guo knocked on the door knocker.

Iron objects collided with solid wooden boards, echoing with a harsh sound.

The effect was immediate.

After a while, a thin black old man with a black hat, black clothes, and black trousers opened the door.

He looked at the immature Yang Guo in front of him.

The dryly frowning eyebrows were even more directly frowned, like a little ghost, very scary.

"Brat, who are you looking for when you knock on the door of the coffin shop on the first day of the new year?"

The old man was obviously angry, and his tone was very aggressive.

"I want to buy a coffin."

Yang Guo's expression was calm, and he calmly explained his purpose of coming.

"Um... well, let's come in."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, knowing that he misunderstood Yang Guo.

Yang Guo didn't understand coffins. The old man had been selling them for a long time, but he just listened quietly.

Finally, he chose the ordinary coffin in front of him.

"I'll get it tonight."

Yang Guo said something, and went to the chariots and horses.

……

When Yang Guo returned to the coffin shop, it was already evening.

Under the setting sun on the western mountain, the snow seems to be covered with a thin layer of red gauze, which is really dreamy.

"Boy, you are alone, no one to help?"

The dark coffin was carried into the carriage by the old man with difficulty.

The old man was so tired that his head was sweating, and he smoked a pipe.

It's just that those deep dark eyes kept staring at Yang Guo's thin back.

Yang Guo didn't talk to him.

Silently tied the coffin tightly, and left directly in the carriage.

Inside the coffin shop.

The old man's eyelids drooped, and he couldn't see clearly the thoughts in his eyes.

"call……"

Gray smoke filled the cold air, with a bit of haze.

Seeing where Yang Guo disappeared, the old man hesitated several times.

A gloomy look flashed across his withered old face.

After returning to the house, he took out a hammer with a little bit of cold light, and took advantage of the night to go out the door.

Wealth is not revealed, just now Yang Guo accidentally violated this taboo.

...

...

Yang Guo also didn't have the skill of driving a carriage.

After a lot of trouble, it was already late at night when I returned to the north of the city.

People are tired and horses are exhausted.

So I wanted to take a rest first, and then bury him tomorrow.

Think so.

Already headed to the stove.

Just two steps away.

His ears were rumbling, and he felt dizzy for a while.

When he woke up again, the surrounding environment became an endless grassland.

Looking into the distance, it was a thick layer of white mist.

Yang Guo felt a little uneasy.

This is... I have time-traveled again?
He subconsciously touched the two daggers on his cuffs.

It seemed that this could bring him a weak sense of security.

"Why are you here, little bastard? What does this have to do with you?"

Suddenly a somewhat sharp voice came.

Yang Guo's body trembled, his sharp sword eyebrows frowned, and he looked at the person coming.

Press your hands on your cuffs.

Two polished and shiny daggers lay there quietly.

There was a cold light.