Zhang Zhitian's sword qi shattered the mountain, his strength was exhausted, and he slowly fell to the ground from the air, unconscious, disheveled, and his yellow skin was torn everywhere. With a bang, the mountain collapsed, and countless huge rocks fell like thunder, submerging Zhang Zhitian and piling it up into a hill ten zhang high and thirty zhang wide. Three sunrises and sunsets, Zhang Zhitian was conscious, only felt sore, opened his eyes, a boulder came into his eyes, turned his head to look around, and found that he was in the gap of several huge stones, only the slightest ray of sunlight could be seen, but he could not sigh lucky. I found that although the gap was not big, I could barely turn my body, and I couldn't help but sigh that it was okay. Although Zhang Zhitian felt sore, he felt that his body was full of strength, his feet were on the stones, his arms were bent, and he slowly straightened, only to feel that the stones above his head were loose. Zhang Zhitian was slightly tempted, and found that he could push it, which was incredible.

And this movement frightened Shangguan Qingye, Mu Qingcheng and others, who were preparing to rescue Zhang Zhitian on the hill, and evacuated as soon as they felt movement. However, as soon as everyone evacuated to the distance, "only hearing the sound of "Peng", a pile of rocks rose into the sky, and the hill collapsed. Mu Qingcheng said dejectedly: "It's bad now, Zhang Gongzi is afraid that he will be more auspicious." Shangguan Qingye looked up at the sky and sighed: "Is this the sky that is going to kill me Shangguan Qingye?" A figure appeared in the mountains and rocks, and it was Zhang Zhitian. Shangguan Qingye rubbed his eyes and said excitedly: "Heaven will not kill me, heaven will not kill me!" Mu Qingcheng shouted loudly: "Brother Zhang, here." The excitement is self-evident, and he obviously cares about Zhang Zhitian very much and regards him as a true friend.

As soon as Zhang Zhitian's feet hit the ground, he burst out with unparalleled speed, rushed in front of Shangguan Qingye like a wind, and roared wildly: "Eat, eat." Shangguan Qingye gave Zhang Zhitian the burden on his body. In the baggage are some cooked beef, barbecue, desserts, Zhang Zhitian grabbed it with his left hand, took it with his right hand, ate it without caring about it, drank tea from time to time, ate the food in the baggage, burped, and exclaimed happily.

Zhang Zhitian walked to an open place, recalling the previous scene of sword moves, sharp sword intent, careful understanding, and even holding Xiufeng's sword from time to time, and the fierce momentum came out spontaneously. Zhang Zhitian felt that the first move of the Demon Sword Technique was a small success, but he felt that he could split mountains and the ground. Zhang Zhitian smiled, used all his strength, ran the sword move, controlled the sword momentum, revealed the three-zhang sword, slashed on the ground, the ground suddenly rolled up and down, and a thirty-zhang long chasm appeared along the direction of the sword. Zhang Zhitian couldn't help but smile happily, and secretly said that his sword moves had improved again. Zhang Zhitian walked over, put his hands on the shoulders of Shangguan Qingye and Mu Qingcheng, and smiled: "I'm causing you trouble." Shangguan Qingye nodded and said, "Who made you my nephew?" Mu Qingcheng smiled heartily: "It's okay, we have rough skin and thick meat, so we won't get in the way." Zhang Zhitian pointed to the mountain that was not there, looked into the distance and said: "This mountain is gone, and there is no need to detour." “

Zhang Zhitian led everyone in front of him, all the way, and everyone followed.

At dusk, the sunset is like blood, the dead vines and old trees are faint, the old houses and alleys are sparsely populated.

A small, dilapidated village appeared in front of me, wisps of green smoke drifting into the depths of the sky, and few dogs barking. A tall door plaque at the entrance of the village reads "Fangcun", and several dilapidated mud houses, cracked everywhere, are crumbling, as if they will fall when the wind blows. Not far from the street, a strong man sweated like rain, wielding an axe to chop the firewood on the stone pier. Zhang Zhitian stepped forward and asked the middle-aged man: "Is there a place to stay in the village?" The middle-aged man slashed the axe into the firewood, stopped, and said lightly: "There is no place to stay here, go elsewhere!" Zhang Zhitian smiled reluctantly: "As long as you can shelter from the wind and rain." The middle-aged man replied resolutely: "No!" Zhang Zhitian pointed to the tired people behind him, and said: "I don't want to embarrass you, it's just that it's getting late, and there is nowhere to rest for a while, and I hope that the strong man will make it convenient." “

I heard an old and weak voice coming from the collapsed mud house, "Ah Hai, please let them in! “

The middle-aged man Ah Hai said sullenly: "Come with me! I will arrange a place for you to stay." The group followed Ah Hai along the narrow street, the muddy road turned left and right, and slowly entered a new world, the street was lined with a variety of shops, with tall pointed pavilions, tall thick chimneys, and neat bluestone brick roads spreading into the distance. It's strange that everything is so silent, dreary, it seems that everything is asleep, like a dead city, hell. The chaotic footsteps of the crowd echoed in the streets, and the faces of the people were serious, alert to unknown dangers, and inexplicable emotions spread among the crowds, enveloping the crowd.

Ah Hai slowly walked to a three-story house made of blue bricks and stone tiles, stopped, and said coldly to everyone: "Just this inn!" After speaking, he abandoned everyone and left. Seeing Ah Hai's back drifting away and out of everyone's sight, the eyes of the people all breathed a sigh of relief.

As they approached the inn, there sat a pair of mighty stone lions in front of the inn, with two festive red lanterns, the door wide open, and inside were crooked tables and chairs covered with a thick layer of dust, a long counter with account books, and behind it were a cabinet with several jars of wine wrapped in red cloth at the lid, and the two doors opened and closed with the wlattering wind.

Everyone looked up and down, left and right, their hands tightly pressed the weapons around them, vigilantly searching all corners. Suddenly, there was a loud and piercing scream from behind, and everyone nervously drew their swords out of their sheaths and rushed to the back, Shangguan Qingye took the lead, holding an iron folding fan that exposed sharp steel thorns, and asked, "What's wrong?" Shangguan Liucai's fingers changed direction and pointed to the ground, like a frightened white rabbit trembling, stomping his feet, crying: "Yes... There are rats。。。。。。。 “

The people couldn't cry or laugh, and the dramatic scene made people's uneasy mood relax.

All of a sudden, he entered the daily track, checking if there were other people living in the inn, and as expected, some people showed their housekeeping skills in cooking, and they had dinner. At this time, it was already dark outside, and the cold wind was howling. The ancient candles that I found somehow were inserted on the table, and the bright light flickered, shining on a dozen plates of completely different dishes, and everyone crowded around a table, drinking clear wine, and eating the meal. When a group of people got carried away from eating, before they knew it, two shadows appeared in the corner, quietly and slowly approaching everyone.