Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Gao Yuan is a person who is good at summarizing. He almost suffered a great loss at the hands of the Zoroastrians last night, and he is still reviewing the situation while eating.

"The Zoroastrian Church is powerful. Besides having people with superb martial arts skills, the most important thing is that it has a large number of people. No matter how good an individual's martial arts skills are in the martial arts world, they can't withstand a group attack. We need to think carefully about the development of the guild."

Don't count on Fan Bailing. His brothers are all loners. Even if they have some influence in the underworld and someone will help them when they get into trouble, they are all equals. No one will risk their life for him.

The best model is a gang or sect, which binds the group together with martial arts traditions, packages it with "loyalty," and brainwashes them with ideologies. The relationship between superiors and subordinates is extremely stable, and they have plenty of manpower and resources.

When Fan Bailing was mentioned, he couldn't help but think of the old-established Xiaoyao Guild. The eldest brother, Wuyazi, didn't use cheats or kill people, but his martial arts skills were so high that he could kill people instantly.

Logically speaking, with Wu Yazi being so powerful, he could easily dominate the server by simply running a guild and leading his brothers.

But the truth is, he's a sucker for good looks.

The guild only accepts handsome men and beautiful women, resulting in a small number of members. Moreover, the senior members are constantly fighting over women, which makes the guild look prestigious but lacking in talent.

Indeed, a guild's primary development principle cannot be solely based on looking cool...

If you try to develop your guild on your own, without any reputation or influence, no small fry will come to you, and who knows when you'll be able to get any.

Besides, developing your own business is never as easy as directly reaping the rewards.

kindness……

Now that he is Wu Yazi's junior brother, Gao Yuan feels obligated to help his senior brother correct his erroneous guild development philosophy.

Moreover, my senior brother was ambushed by the traitor Ding Chunqiu and is now unwell. It seems that I will have to take on the difficult task of being the guild leader.

Oh dear! ...My life is so hard.

After finishing his meal, Gao Yuan took out ten coins from his pocket to pay the bill. Looking at the remaining seven or eight coins, Gao Yuan was speechless.

He didn't bring any money with him when he went out last night. He only has a dozen or so coins left to pay for his meal, which he swindled from the Zoroastrian disciples who were chasing him.

Stepping out of the shop, the scorching sun beat down on my head, and my lofty spirits sank even lower.

Who cares? We'll just have to take it one step at a time. Things will work out in the end.

Putting aside all distractions, he used his remaining eight coins to buy steamed buns, tied the cloth around his waist, found a sunny spot to dry his clothes, and then continued on his way.

Without a horse or a carriage, he walked the entire 270 li (approximately 135 kilometers) from Xuzhou to Bozhou, subsisting on wild fruits and steamed buns along the way.

He arrived at Dangshan on the third day.

On a summer afternoon, the sun was even more intense.

Gao Yuan looked down at the large characters written on the ground that read "Selling art as a guard, safely arriving at the residence," and felt somewhat helpless.

Even a hero can be brought down by a single copper coin!

The journey from Dangshan to Bozhou is not peaceful. Martial arts practitioners often hang banners along the roadside as bodyguards to earn a little extra money. The route is generally within the Huainan Road area, and is considered a short-distance temporary service.

By this time, he was completely broke, with nothing left to eat, not even steamed buns or wild fruits. He could only use a twig to write slogans on the ground to solicit business.

As for the so-called chivalrous act of "robbing the rich to help the poor," he couldn't do it. To put it bluntly, it's just theft.

You've already stolen everything, what kind of chivalrous hero are you? Don't try to make yourself look good...

"Damn it, you little beggar, where did you come from? If you're going to beg, then beg properly. Don't try to be a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) like your old men. You'll lose your life and be ashamed of your parents who raised you."

"Hahaha, Peng Er, what do you know? You're a beggar now, what parents do you have?"

The burly man who struck up the conversation had a strikingly prominent bulbous nose.

"You idiot, what do you mean beggars don't have parents? They weren't born from a rock. Even a coward like you can make a living, so why can't a beggar?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of my wife, it's that I love her. You bunch of filthy bachelors don't even understand that. Besides, does she dare to nag on important matters? I'll slap her across the face and teach her a lesson!"

Another man chuckled and said, "You dare to hit her? The moment you leave, she'll have run off with her valuables and a handsome waiter from the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion. Oh, wait, you poor wretch, you don't have any valuables."

Gao Yuan smiled and remained silent in the face of their good-natured teasing.

There were quite a few people watching him in the morning, but seeing that he was dressed in rags and was young, they all laughed at him for joining in the fun, and not a single person was willing to hire him.

Has anyone taken the job?

On the main road, a caravan stopped, and a head popped out from the middle carriage, suddenly asking the men on the side of the road a question.

Gao Yuan, who was squatting on the ground with his eyes closed to rest, opened his eyes when he heard the words.

Five elaborately decorated carriages were parked on the road, with two guards with swords following the lead carriage, clearly indicating that they carried distinguished guests.

The girl who peeked out was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a touch of coquettishness.

"What a fair neck!"

The men saw the woman's fair neck glistening with sweat and couldn't help but think to themselves.

"I'm asking you a question!"

Seeing that the employer was angry, Garlic Nose and the others hurriedly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, young lady, you need a guard? To where?"

"How many girls would you like to invite?"

"Please ignore them, young lady. I am a disciple of Guo Family Village, and my eighteen styles of firewood knives will ensure your safe journey!"

"Go to hell, Zhang Tie! Bah! Eighteenth Route? Have you even learned the ninth route yet? Everyone knows that the Eighteen Route Chopping Wood Cutter of Guo Family Village is only passed down to the direct descendants. What are you, an outsider, bragging about?"

Zhang Tie, his weakness exposed, stiffened his neck, his face flushed red, and cursed, "You're talking nonsense! Even if I'm bad at it, I've still learned seven or eight parts. Stop your babbling!"

Seeing them arguing, the woman frowned slightly and said in a clear voice, "Shut up."

All eyes turned back to her.

"My wife is returning to Guanxian after visiting her family, and she needs to hire four skilled martial artists. The cost is two hundred coins per day."

Two hundred coins a day was a huge business, and all the men around gathered around, whispering and marveling at it.

"drive."

Two soft urging sounds rang out, and Gao Yuan saw two sword-wielding guards from the caravan pull on the reins and approach.

"Master Chung, you can choose whichever you like."

After saying that, the girl turned around and slammed the car window shut.

"Miss Lan, you are too kind. We are incompetent and have troubled you. We will do our best to help."

No one responded to their words inside the car.

The two men smiled wryly. They were brothers and key members of the Jeju Heyi Gang. One was named Zhong Fei, and the other Xiang Xiong.

The Heyi Gang was not a large gang in Jeju Island. They mainly operated brothels and also provided security services. This time, they escorted Madam He home, and her husband's family gave them a lot of money, which was a great thing.

The He family's caravan mainly consisted of the lady and her servants, and since they had no valuable goods, they thought they would have a safe journey.

But I really didn't expect it.

On the way, they encountered a group of masked bandits. The leader was a skilled fighter, and they lost many of their men before they were able to escape.

Now that they were far from Guanxian, the two brothers were afraid of another accident on the way, so they had to ask their benefactor to find some people to expand their team in order to ensure their safety.

They were incompetent, and their employers were spending money to hire them, which not only delayed their journey but also wasted their time. No wonder Miss Lan didn't give them a good look.

"You, you...you, we'll treat all four of you to a meal. The rest of you may leave."

Xiang Xiong personally went down to spar with them and carefully selected four men with the best martial arts skills.

"My name is Xiang Xiong, and I am one of the guards leading the caravan. You must follow my instructions for all arrangements along the way. Once we reach Guanxian, we will settle the bill for you."

Upon hearing Xiang Xiong's reprimand, Zhong Fei rode forward and continued, "Who among you can drive a chariot?"

The caravan consisted of five carriages. In addition to the carriage for the mistress of the house, one carriage carried maids and servants, another carriage carried food, clothing and valuables, and the remaining two carriages were for the guards.

The Zhong brothers rode horses, and with the newly hired men, the guard team returned to ten people.

The four newly recruited men were all from the martial arts world, and their horsemanship was naturally superb, let alone their driving skills. One of them immediately stepped forward and said, "Let me do it. My horse is more obedient than a dog!"