After eating, Ji Chen threw the pot aside and then began to check the killing value.

I killed those Beimang Wolf soldiers before and obtained 54 killing points.

Zhao Cheng provided 25.

The men from the dozen escort agencies provided 32.

A total of 111 killing values ​​have been accumulated.

Ji Chen added all the killing values ​​to the iron cloth shirt.

"Ding! You used 100 killing points and the iron cloth shirt was promoted successfully."

Familiar mysterious energy surged out of the Dantian, like a torrent, pouring into the whole body.

The meridians, muscles, bones, blood and energy are all tempered.

The whole body was full of muscles and bones, and the blood was strong. The invisible momentum emanated from Ji Chen's body. The skin was light black and radiant, and the whole body was like casting steel and iron.

The hidden wounds accumulated in the body were also healed at this moment, and the meridians in the body were fully opened.

At this moment, Ji Chen only felt his whole body transparent, up and down.

Iron cloth shirt, perfect.

Iron cloth shirts are a huge martial arts in the world, and even disciples from Dalin Temple can practice them casually.

But no one has ever practiced this technique to the perfect state. If you reach the highest level, you will be a great success. After you have a better choice, you will choose to switch to other techniques.

Any external skill, even if it is a big street, once you practice it to perfection, it is equivalent to building a foundation.

This is also an opportunity to change one's fate against the will of heaven, it depends on whether you have the perseverance to seize it.

Ji Chen is now fully open to his meridians. In the words of the world, his body is now a martial arts genius who has no one in thousands. He will achieve twice the result with half the effort in any internal ability.

The strength has finally recovered to a "slight success".

With a slight success, a third-rate peak, he basically has a little bit of self-protection.

At this moment, the system prompt sound suddenly rang.

"Ding! Unlock new missions and gain a foothold!"

"The heroes in the world come out of us. Once we enter the world for years, we are talking and laughing. We are drunk in our lives. We hold our swords and ride the rider and wave the ghost rain. The bones are like birds flying in shock. The world is like a trendy man like water. I only sigh a few people in the world.

Back."

[As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you will be a passerby from now on. The task requires you to gain a firm foothold in this world.]

"Rewards, unknown, rewards will be randomly distributed as the task is completed."

Ji Chen took a look at the system.

Name: Ji Chen

Identity: The monk

Strength: a little success

Mission: Establish a foothold

Reward: Unknown

Killing value: 11

Fighting method: Iron cloth shirt: round

Stick method: Dalin Thirteen Sticks: Proficient (0/50)

Light skills: Yanxing skills: Proficient (0/20)

The task does not say that there will be any punishment for failure, nor does it limit the time.

In other words, Ji Chen can choose to complete or not.

But if he does not complete it, his strength will always stop at the level of "slight success".

Ji Chen turned to look at the corpses and began to touch them.

After touching all the bodies, I found a lot of dry food and jerky meat, as well as a few silver notes and a letter.

Silver notes are the official silver notes of the Ming Dynasty Money House. There is only this kind of silver notes in the entire Ming Dynasty. They are officially printed by the Ming Dynasty and have anti-counterfeiting and waterproof functions. Each silver notes have a special code and cannot be copied.

Unfortunately, the silver notes have been stained with blood. Although the silver notes have waterproof functions and will not be damaged, the handwriting on them can no longer be seen clearly and cannot be used at all.

Moreover, when the silver note is stained with blood, when you go to the money house to exchange, you will be asked about where to come from. If you can't explain it clearly, you might be shackles on the spot.

As for the letter, it was the goods that the Longmen Escort Agency was going to escort this time.

Ji Chen looked at the content of the letter and put it in close proximity. This letter may be useful in the future.

"Longmen Escort Agency! Du Dajin!"

Ji Chen felt that the name of this escort agency and the head of the chief escort were somewhat familiar.

It seems to be a character from a martial arts life in his previous life.

In his previous life, he was a programmer and rarely involved in this area of ​​knowledge. He was not interested in various martial arts, so he only knew the names of these characters in the martial arts world.

Ji Chen returned to the bonfire, boosted the bonfire, and then slept in a mountain temple full of broken limbs and broken arms and bloody pungent blood.

The next day, the wind and snow had stopped.

A raging fire broke out in the mountain temple. In the flames, Ji Chen carried a iron rod and a bag, and continued to go south.

After the iron cloth shirt was completed, Ji Chen was basically invulnerable to swords and guns, and was not intoxicated by the cold and heat.

A week later, he finally walked out of the northern border of the desert and arrived at a small town, Qixia Town.

This town has border troops stationed, which is temporarily safe.

Ji Chen carried a stub and a bag, and walked towards Qixia Town.

Qixia Town said it was a town, but it was actually a city with high walls on all sides, border troops patrolling, and soldiers guarding the city gate, exploiting taxes from the refugees entering the city.

Ji Chen seriously suspected that this high wall was not used to resist the Beimang wolf soldiers, but to block refugees who had no money to pay taxes into the city.

Refugees within a radius of hundreds of miles gathered in Qixia Town, and camped around the city walls of Qixia Town, which seemed to have formed an outer city refugee area.

Vendors and pawns, all the religions and all the ranks of bandits are mixed, gangs are scattered, and bandits are rampant. This is the situation in the outer city. If you are struggling and want to survive, no one can guarantee that you can see the sun of tomorrow alive.

Ji Chen walked through the refugee area in the outer city and walked in diameter towards the gate leading to the inner city.

As soon as I arrived at the city gate, I was stopped by a soldier.

The soldier seemed to be a little taller, about forty years, with a single sword hanging on his waist, and his left hand was on the hilt of the knife, looking fierce.

"Let's lead!" said the soldier and chief.

"No!" Ji Chen replied angrily.

When we escape, wherever we came from, the local officials were slaughtered by wolf soldiers, where would we go to lead the way?

The soldier was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen such a righteous refugee who could be said without a lure.

This is really a knife stabbing his butt and opening his eyes.

However, after comparing Ji Chen's majestic body, the soldier Shi Chang did not continue to make things difficult for him, but said, "There is no way to guide the city, and the cost of one or two silver coins is required."

Ji Chen frowned, "Why don't you go and grab it if you have a liang of silver?"

In the Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver is equal to one-day copper coins, and one-day is equal to one thousand ci. The purchasing power of one-day copper coins is equivalent to one dollar in Ji Chen's previous life.

A bowl of wontons costs only five cents, a bowl of fried dough sticks can buy two, a penny of steamed bun, and a penny of three cents of buns.

The tax on entering the city of one tael of silver is equivalent to the living expenses of an ordinary family for several months. No wonder so many refugees are blocked from outside the city.

Anyway, Ji Chen doesn’t have a penny now, and he’s really penniless.

Ji Chen's confrontation made the soldiers very upset. He sneered, "This is much faster than the ones you snatched, and there is no risk yet."

"You think everyone can enter the inner city. The inner city is protected by border soldiers. They are born and die every day. Don't fight with the Beimang wolf soldiers on their belts. Who is it? It's not for you to die for these people.

What are you going to collect some money from the untouchables? The lives of you untouchables are given by the man.”

"Besides, the inner city is so big. If all the untouchables go in, where can they be placed? If you don't have any place to eat, drink, defecate, or you can pay the money to enter the city or get out of here, don't stand here and get up!"

Go to your mother's tax to enter the city, Ji Chen's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he was about to start rushing in.

At this moment, a young gangster leaning against the city wall came over and took out a piece of silver, and looked at it for more than one or two taels.

He handed the broken silver to the soldier chief and said, "Stop the anger. This brother is a new arrival and does not understand the rules. I will give his money and take the rest to the officials and drink with them."

The soldier Chief Shi snorted coldly, took the broken silver, then took out a city entrance certificate with an official seal and threw it to the gangster.

They just collect money and issue certificates, regardless of who gave the money.

Ji Chen turned around and stared at the punk, wonderingly: "We know each other?"

He showed his kindness to nothing, either a traitor or a thief. He didn't think that this gangster, who seemed to be a good bird, would be so generous that he would pay more than one or two silver dollars to help him, an irrelevant refugee.

The more you give, the more you will have to give.
Chapter completed!