Chapter 402 A Life of Poverty (Please Subscribe)

Watching the backs of Wu Xiangzhu and others leaving, Jia Huan's eyes became deep.

This guy is already his first target to kill!

He is moody and cruel. He will beat or scold anyone who is not satisfied. He treats everyone like a bird. He has a son who was not yet an adult and was beaten to death.

When Jia Huan traveled through time, his previous life had just experienced a beating by this guy and died. He was naturally obliged to help him avenge his death.

Based on this point alone, Jia Huan's killing intention is not too serious.

But this guy is also the general backstage of the kidnapping gang and the beggar gang in Huarong. The number of children and women harmed by him is far more than one hundred.

Calling him a "devil among men" is not an exaggeration at all!

The reason why the previous life was beaten was that he did not listen to his orders and attacked the children of a small landlord in the jurisdiction, which made this guy feel that the loss was not small and he directly took ruthless action.

No matter what his predecessor said, he was a second-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect and a brother in the sect.

He used to force women into prostitution and to cut off limbs. It was commonplace.

The reason why he was so rampant was that he relied on his status as the incense master of the Beggars' Sect and his excellent martial arts, which was equivalent to that of a third-rate master in the martial arts world.

If that were the case, Jia Huan would not have risked being exposed and personally poisoned and assassinated him.

The key point is that the man surnamed Wu was out of his mind and had colluded with the people of the Sun and Moon Sect.

This was intolerable, and he must be killed as soon as possible!

As a disciple of the Beggars' Sect, and a second-bag disciple at that, Jia Huan immediately determined that this was the world of the Laughing Proud Wanderer when he traveled here.

This was during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, and the Shaolin, Wudang, and Five Mountains Sword Sects were the leaders in the martial arts world.

Although the Beggars' Sect had declined, it was still well-informed. Even a second-bag disciple like Jia Huan could easily find out the general information in the martial arts world.

At this time, the Huashan Sect, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, was closed due to the plague, and the other four major sects, Songshan, Hengshan, Hengshan and Taishan, were all recuperating.

These are not the key points, the key point is that the Five Mountains Sword Sects and the Demon Sect have a deep hatred!

After a hundred years of fighting, the hatred for the Demon Sect has been integrated into the bones of the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

Anyone who hears the information of the Demon Sect, as long as they do not encounter the Demon Sect leader and the left and right guardians, no matter what kind of existence, will be sniped by any of the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

If the news of the collusion between the Lord of Wuxiang and the people of the Demon Sect is leaked, the Hengshan Sect, as a neighbor, will definitely not give up, and they are not afraid of the Beggar Gang at this time.

Naturally, they will not go to war with the Beggar Gang, but they will definitely not be soft-handed in killing the Lord of Wuxiang and all the official disciples of the Beggar Gang in Huarong Xiangtang.

Even if the Beggar Gang is dissatisfied, they will not care. At this time, the Beggar Gang may not even be able to defeat the Hengshan Sect, let alone the entire Five Mountains Alliance.

The general trend of the rivers and lakes is still too far away for Jia Huan at this time, and he can't control it.

However, Jia Huan could not tolerate the fact that his own safety was implicated by Wu Xiangzhu and he might be killed by Hengshan Sect at any time. Whoever wanted such a disaster would do it.

In summary, Wu Xiangzhu was not only regarded as a must-kill target by Jia Huan, but also the kind that had to be killed as soon as possible, otherwise Jia Huan would not sleep well every day!

"Brother Huan, has Wu Xiangzhu left?"

At this time, the cautious voice of the young man came from the mountain temple with only half of the door left.

"He has left, you can all rest assured!"

Jia Huan turned back to the temple, sat down on his previous position, and chuckled: "Come on, we haven't enjoyed the snake soup yet, you can make it yourself!"

After that, he made a bowl of steaming snake soup by himself, and ate it up in a short while.

The other young beggars rushed to pour the soup, and the sound of slurping soup was heard. Almost five or six pounds of soup was divided up in just a moment.

The little boy is eating me out of money, this is not a joke.

"Brother Huan, I'll go get some water, mix it with the remaining soup in the jar, and cook another jar of soup!"

A clever beggar boy licked his black lips with satisfaction, put down the broken bowl in his hand, and started to work with a positive attitude and quick hands and feet.

"Go, go, more people follow, don't let anything happen in the middle of the night!"

The mountain temple is next to the county wall, but it is still outside the city.

Watching the beggar boys leave with a laugh, Jia Huan got up and walked around the mountain temple.

The breathing rhythm has already formed an instinctive rhythm, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly!

When he left the world of Red Mansions, through unremitting efforts, his progress bar on breathing finally exceeded 40% and reached 45%.

At that time, in one breath, all parts of the body were exercised, and the effect reached 45%, which was quite exaggerated.

But at that time, his physical fitness had surpassed that of ordinary people, and could even be said to be extraordinary, so he could naturally withstand the effects of breathing exercises.

But at this time, his body could not stand it.

When he crossed over, his original body had just experienced a beating from Wu Xiangzhu, and his injuries were quite serious. Not only were there external injuries, but the internal injuries were also quite shocking.

Although with his own medical skills, it only took him two and a half months to restore his body to normal without being exposed, his body at this time was only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people.

With such physical fitness, it is natural that he cannot bear the breathing method when the progress bar reaches 45%.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the breathing and breathing method, and he quickly adjusted.

There is a distinct rhythm between exhalation and inhalation, and the organs inside the body also vibrate slightly.

The snake soup that has just been eaten in the stomach is being digested and absorbed much faster than ordinary people.

Warm currents spread throughout the body, which is not considered strong, and it feels as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

In the corner area of ​​the mountain temple, two floors against the wall were paved with hay.

At this time, the little beggars who had eaten snake soup and half a piece of steamed buns on the floor were already soundly asleep, snoring one after another.

The nearby floors and walls were clean, and there was even a scent of incense to drive away all the snakes, insects, mosquitoes and ants.

It can be said that the sleeping environment of these two rows of floor bunks is even better than that of most residential bedrooms.

The light of the burning bonfire in the temple cannot shine here, and it is obviously that the environment in the corner is deliberately hidden.

It wouldn't be a good thing if someone named Wu finds out!

Just the fact that Jia Huan used common herbs to make incense sticks that can repel snakes, insects, rats and ants is worth a lot of money, and can even form a small industrial chain.

Seeing that the little beggars were all asleep, he turned back to the bonfire.

The beggar boy who went out to fetch water came back, and the broken clay pot was placed on the stove made of mud bricks.

Jia Huan glanced at it, took out some edible wild vegetables from the torn sack beside him, and threw some common herbs that could warm the body into the jar.

"Brother Huan, shall we drink this again in the morning?"

The smart young beggar who had offered to fetch water before saw Jia Huan pouring salt into the broken clay pot, and couldn't help but look bitter and wailed.

The other teenagers also had bitter faces, with disapproval in their eyes.

"It would be nice to have something warm in the morning. What else do you want?"

Jia Huan rolled his eyes at the guy angrily. After finishing his work, he sat down and said leisurely: "It's only been a few days since I can barely eat enough, so don't be picky!"

"Brother Huan, aren't there still prepared pheasants and hares in the cellar? Why don't you add some?"

The clever young beggar smiled and said: "Brother Huan, you are so wise and powerful that you can barely feed the brothers. The guys in the Earth Temple in the west of the city are very envious!"

"Haha, if they see that boy with a slick mouth so early in the morning, I don't need to remind you what the consequences will be!"

Jia Huan smiled softly, but his tone was quite stern: "Stop dreaming, the little inventory in the cellar is just in case!"

Although his physical condition at this time is incomparable to that at the peak of the Red Mansion World.

But Jia Huan is so talented that he can live a nourishing life even if he is lying in bed when he is sick.

Of course, in order not to arouse suspicion, he did it very covertly.

The mountain temple as a stronghold is close to the county wall and surrounded by dense woods.

In the woods in the south, there is no shortage of edible wild vegetables and medicinal herbs. There is also a small river winding not far away.

He didn't do it too obviously. When he got up, he couldn't instruct his little beggar to pick wild vegetables and herbs to eat, and then used medical skills to regulate the body and recover quickly.

After being able to go to the ground, he naturally found ways to replenish his vitality. During this period, the little beggars under him did not notice anything unusual. They just had various wild vegetables to supplement them, and they could have hot food every day.

In this way, three months later, he not only successfully integrated into the beggars of the Mountain Temple, but also gradually and subtly allowed his little beggars to adapt to his slight changes.

Fortunately, neither the young beggar nor the child beggar have complex thoughts. They can barely eat enough every day and get some oil and water from time to time. It is really a day like heaven. How can they suspect something is wrong?

I just thought that Jia Huan, the boss, had better survival ability in the wild.

With Jia Huan's extraordinary medical skills, as long as he is not a recognized famous doctor, no one will be able to detect his private methods, which is quite covert.

After his body and bones were almost healed, the game near the mountain temple and the fish and shrimp in the nearby river were naturally in bad luck, and they often suffered at the hands of Jia Huan.

It's just that Jia Huan, who has just traveled through time, does not dare to let his little beggars enjoy it. He is just a second-bag disciple of the Huarong Xiangtang of the Beggar Clan.

Once Master Wuxiang notices it, or is discovered by other disciples, the consequences will be quite disastrous.

Therefore, I can only add a little bit of oiliness to my daily meals.

In addition to each month's monthly payment, before the way the beggars under him change their livelihood, quietly selling wild game in private is also a very important financial subsidy.

In short, the superficial living standard of Jia Huan and his little beggars is still quite poor.