Phew! Huang Li suddenly sat up from the bed, his head was already dripping with cold sweat, he was panting heavily, his heart was pounding, hitting his chest.

He had a nightmare again, it was the scene of his remaining life after the disaster. It had been seven or eight days since he traveled to Nanming, but the nightmare still appeared in his mind from time to time, and it did not become indifferent with the passage of time.

What's weird, it was just an outdoor adventure after participating in the Zhaojun Food Festival. I encountered a mudslide, was washed off a cliff, and encountered such incredible things as crossing.

Gulu, Gulu, there was a drumming sound in his belly, and Huang Li, who had already recovered, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Could this be the new skill I acquired after time travel, turning me into a dazzling rice king? Not only does my appetite increase greatly, but I also get hungry easily. I hope it is not a long-term reaction.

Huang Li was no longer sleepy, so he put on his clothes, drank a bowl of water, and washed himself before walking out of the house. Looking up into the distance, he saw the distant mountains and forests, covered by the wind and the waves, making a whining sound.

This village is surrounded by mountains. There are dozens of houses and courtyards inhabited by the families of the Ming army, and the mountains are mostly covered with tall and dense trees.

It's autumn now, although the heat of summer is still there. However, the temperature in the mountains is even cooler.

Huang Li stepped out of the cottage and stopped in an open space near the mountain. Although he knew there were eyes staring at him, he did not react.

For ancient people, Huang Li was certainly very strange in terms of clothing, conversation and behavior. And in this special period, it is natural for people to take precautions.

You have to repay the kindness drip by drip. Just relying on the life-saving kindness from others, Huang Li has no complaints.

As for future plans, Huang Li didn't have much of a clue after learning about the tragic historical period he had traveled to, and was even a little confused and desperate.

In three or four months, the reinforced Qing army will launch a massive attack, pressing in from all directions. The Thirteen Kuidong families may surrender or be defeated.

Although Li Laiheng and the soldiers of Maolu Mountain used the most decisive and heroic actions to bring an end to that era, the final outcome of defeat was difficult for Huang Li, who was already involved in it, to accept.

But Huang Li also knows that with his current status and abilities, he doesn't have much confidence to turn the tide and turn things around.

But Huang Li also knows one thing. In this era of war and danger, how important a strong body is. If you can learn some martial arts, it will be the greatest asset to save your life.

Huang Li moved his hands, feet, waist and legs in the open space, feeling the strength gradually filling up in his body. He could eat but it was not in vain. Not only did his injuries heal, he seemed to be stronger than before.

Maybe this is also a reaction after time travel, or it may be that it stimulates his potential.

Not only is his body stronger and more agile, his mind is also more flexible and quick in thinking. Things that should have been forgotten long ago can be clearly recalled in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Li assumed the basic posture, slid his left foot forward one step, followed immediately with his right foot, a very standard forward sliding step in free fighting, and then punched and kicked, starting his air strike training.
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Before time travel, Huang Li had learned free fighting for a month or so. But after three minutes of passion and fresh energy, all that was left was fatigue, so he gave up halfway.

Now, he picked it up again. Not only did this troubled world give him the motivation to practice hard, but the changes in his body also created better conditions for him, allowing him to practice with ease.

Sliding forward, sliding back, sliding forward and sliding together, sliding behind and walking together... In conjunction with various footwork, Huang Li punched, kicked, dodged from time to time, imagining hitting sandbags or fighting with others.

Fight.

Slowly, Huang Li's head began to sweat, but he did not feel tired. Instead, his body became more flexible and his fists and feet became more powerful.

It was both exercise and gradually turned into a way to vent. Every punch and every kick seemed to take away the depression and confusion in Huang Li's heart, making him feel more relaxed.

Time travel is unexpected and unbelievable. It is also a hell-level difficulty script. Who can get it without being depressed?

The key is that there are very few options to choose from. Either fight with the Ming army and die generously in the end, or run away for your life.

But the Manchu Qing Dynasty has taken over the world, so where can Huang Li go? Get a money-rat tail hairstyle, hide in the mountains or among the people, and live an ignoble existence?

His life was originally short, but now his life balance is seriously insufficient. How can Huang Li not be depressed?

Suddenly, Huang Li stopped his fists and turned his head to the woods to one side, showing a puzzled look.

The footsteps were no longer concealed, and a figure appeared among the trees, striding towards Huang Li.

Through the white morning light on the horizon, Huang Li recognized the person, relaxed his body, and said with cupped hands: "It turns out to be the young master."

Li Yue has a relatively stout figure, and is a few centimeters shorter than Huang Li. Among Ming people, he is already considered tall. You know, Huang Li is a big man of over 1.8 meters.

His skin color is a healthy bronze color, his sword-shaped eyebrows are slanted, and his eyes are dark and bright. Li Yue is dressed in fine clothes, with an arrow on his back and a pheasant and hare he shot in his hand.

"Mr. Huang, you -" Li Yue smiled bitterly and said: "I have said several times that we only treat friends as equals. I am talking about little princes and generals. I feel uncomfortable listening to you."

Li Laiheng was a little embarrassed about the title. Fortunately, Li Yue found out that Huang Li knew how to write, so he first defined Huang Li as a scholar and called him Mr., which was appropriate.

Who knew that there were very few people who could read or write at that time, and they were basically all illiterate!

Huang Li doesn't quite understand why this young master is so polite to him. Even if he is a scholar, he is not so courteous as a corporal, right?

After he regained consciousness, Li Yue visited him almost every day and sent someone to take good care of him. Could it be that they really felt like old friends at first sight? Or was he just attractive?

Huang Li smiled and said: "Even so, the etiquette cannot be discarded."

Time is still short, Huang Li is not very familiar with ancient language and etiquette, and sometimes the words he speaks seem nondescript.

Li Yuexiang shook his head helplessly and asked casually: "What kind of martial arts is Mr. Huang practicing? It looks like it is very powerful."

"You made me laugh." Huang Li didn't want to explain anything to his savior, so he smiled and said, "It's just a random fight, it's time to exercise."

Li Yue's eyes flashed, as if he didn't believe Huang Li's words.

"Young Master, are you back from hunting?" Huang Licha changed the topic and looked at the bow and arrows Li Yue was carrying.

Li Yue nodded and said: "There are no delicacies in the remote mountains and there are no delicacies from the mountains and seas. I always feel that I have treated Mr. Huang badly. Why don't I go for a walk in the mountains and forests and catch some wild animals to replenish Mr. Huang's health."<

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