The caravan owner clearly felt threatened by Lü Shu. He thought for a moment and said, "Let me explain it to you. You paid us to join the caravan, and you want us to bring you to King City, right?"
"Yes." Lü Shu nodded.
"Now, not only do I not want your money, but I also have to pay you to protect me?" Song Bo asked.
Lü Shu waved his hand. "Just tell me, do you need protection?"
Song Bo was speechless for a long time. "Yes."
"500,000," Lü Shu said.
"Negative emotion points from Song Bo, + 666!"
Regardless of what this caravan owner called Song Bo thought, Lü Shu felt that he was a pure person. Once a bandit, always a bandit. Never forget your original intention.
At that moment, the sounds of battle in the distance gradually subsided. Song Bo looked in the direction of the battle. It was not until dawn that Sun Zhongyang and the others finally returned to the caravan.
Sun Zhongyang and the others had won this battle, but the situation was not optimistic. Lü Shu found that the 12 people were heavily injured, especially Sun Zhongyang.
Lv Shu was now a veteran of hundreds of battles, so just by looking at Sun Zhongyang's injuries, he knew that he had suffered the greatest pressure in this battle.
But Sun Zhongyang was a first-rank expert, so he could still stay conscious. The other prodigy in King City had simply fainted and could only be carried by his friend.
Sun Zhongyang looked at Lü Shu and the others tiredly, then said to Song Bo, "Let's go immediately. Prepare a carriage for us. We need to recover."
Song Bo's biggest worry had come true. Of course, this was also what Lü Shu was worried about. Although Sun Zhongyang and the others had killed the group of powerful slaves, they had also paid a huge price.
"I'm afraid they won't be able to fight in a short period of time." Lü Shu said to Lü Xiaoyu in a low voice, "A first-rank expert has given up on flying, which means he's exhausted. If someone attacks from behind, I'm afraid none of them will be able to fight. They're still too young and impetuous."
Sun Zhongyang and the others were clearly a few years older than Lü Shu, but Lü Shu said that Sun Zhongyang and the others were young and impetuous. Song Bo subconsciously asked Lü Shu, "Then what should we do?"
After saying this, Song Bo wanted to slap himself. Why did he ask Lü Shu? Why did he subconsciously treat Lü Shu as someone he could rely on …
Then, Song Bo saw Lü Shu looking at him with a faint smile. "Let's hurry on. We'll talk if anything happens."
Everyone was worried. Sun Zhongyang and the others were supposed to be the amulets of the caravan, but they ended up attracting an unpredictable disaster. However, they were all in the same boat now. Lü Shu guessed that someone must have been watching the battle last night, so it was too late for him to get away from it.
However, Lü Shu did not panic at all. He even wanted to know if the incoming enemies had money on them.
Swordsmanship was different from star chart cultivation. Star chart cultivation only required one to accumulate negative emotions. However, swordsmanship was different. Now that Lü Shu was slowly reaching the pinnacle of the second-rank, he felt the meaning of a 'bottleneck' for the first time.
In the past, he always heard from Li Xian that the second rank depended on one's comprehension ability. The first-rank was the starting point for one to officially come into contact with heaven and earth. It was also the starting point for everyone to officially embark on the pursuit of 'Dao'.
However, Lü Shu had never truly reached the first-rank realm. He was now like Nie Ting when he was stuck at the pinnacle of the first-rank. Back then, Nie Ting had taken the initiative to head to the Kunlun Void, hoping to gain new insights through the dragon-slaying battle and break through the bottleneck in one go.
In the end, the old dragon was not as strong as he had imagined. Or rather, it could be said that Nie Ting was stronger than he had imagined. Therefore, Nie Ting did not obtain what he wanted and could not verify it.
Now, Lü Shu was also in such a period. His swordsmanship also needed to be verified.
Therefore, when Sun Zhongyang told Lü Shu to pay more, Sun Zhongyang thought that he had disgusted him. However, in reality, Lü Shu would not do anything that would put him at a disadvantage.
What he needed to do now was to adjust himself to the best possible state before the next enemy arrived.
Then, Sun Zhongyang and the others discovered that the carriages in the caravan had been destroyed in the first round of arrows. All that was left were open handcarts used to transport goods …
There was only one carriage left in the entire caravan that could shelter them from the wind and rain, and it belonged to Lü Shu …
As Sun Zhongyang and the others sat on the wobbling handcart, they suddenly recalled the scene of Lü Shu and Lü Xiaoyu carrying the carriage and scurrying away. They felt a little angry. At that time, everyone was preoccupied with matters related to the battle. Only Lü Shu cared about the carriage. In the end, after the battle, everyone sat on the handcart with disheveled hair and dirty faces, like refugees who had entered the city to seek refuge with their relatives. However, Lü Shu could sit in the carriage and continue to cultivate his sword intent calmly …
Now, Sun Zhongyang and the others did not look like the noble sons of the imperial city. Lü Shu was the one.
But that was fine. Since Sun Zhongyang and the others were in a hurry to recuperate, sitting on the handcart was fine. But what was more disgusting was that Lü Shu, who rarely came out of the carriage to move, would now come out from time to time to lament how nice it was to have a carriage that could shelter them from the wind and rain …
Sun Zhongyang could not stand this grievance, so he said that he wanted to buy Lü Shu's carriage. However, Lü Shu rejected him by saying that it was not for sale.
No matter how much the price of a carriage was, it could not be too expensive. It was better to keep it to increase the negative emotions of Sun Zhongyang and the others. Mo Xiaoya bit her lip and looked at the carriage that Lü Shu was in. She felt that this youth was too ungentlemanly.
In the stories of storytellers, young masters and heroines were graceful and graceful. Before Mo Xiaoya left the imperial city, she was full of fantasies about the outside world. However, when she really came out, she realized that the stories were all lies. The outside world only had dirty handcarts and villains like Lü Shu …
Mo Xiaoya and the others were high and mighty cultivators in the eyes of ordinary people, but at the end of the day, they were just little girls who had not really seen the wind and waves. So, she burst into tears, crying as she healed herself …
Lü Shu did not know whether to laugh or cry. To him, this little bit of suffering was nothing. The things that he had experienced in those years were more painful than this.
During his days in Tengra's Earth Net, he had suffered and been injured, even to the point where he had to be carried by Carole, and he had experienced a true separation between life and death.
This was probably the reason why Song Bo did not feel uncomfortable when Lü Shu said that Sun Zhongyang was young and full of vigor. Song Bo felt that this youth had already experienced too many life and death situations and weighed the pros and cons.
The current Lü Shu was not Sun Zhongyang and the others, who were powerful but still ignorant of the world. Instead, he was the ninth Tengra that tens of thousands of people revered!
A carriage approached, the sound of hooves clopping against the ground. Lü Shu turned to look in the direction of the road, and the carriage driver met his gaze. Lü Shu's expression was as calm as still water.
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