The carriage drifted away, leaving behind a few silver tickets.

I only heard the woman in the carriage giggling: "If people know that the big boss and the second boss of Tiandao Mountain were robbed by two hairy boys who have not dried up, it will definitely become people's laughing stock after tea and dinner." ”

The donkey-faced old man shook his head and smiled, and said, "I'm afraid that not many people know about our Tiandao Mountain." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his horsewhip, and the whip was slightly whipped on the carriage. There was a thud and the thick dust that had adhered to the carriage was knocked down. A red wolf's head totem badge gradually revealed as the dust shook off.

The woman in the car froze in her tone, and said murderously: "Then let the blood stain the red-headed wolf badge again, and let the three words of Tiandao Mountain resound in the sky again." ”

"Hehe, the wolf cubs in the mountains have been howling for a long time, and they can't wait to go out to hunt. The donkey-faced old man smiled, and then raised his whip and whipped it on the horse's back, and the horse neighed, raised its hooves and galloped wildly, and the wheels of the carriage suddenly turned rapidly.

The carriage sped down the crowded road, but did not ram the pedestrians, for a gentle and powerful force opened the way in front of it, pushing everything that stood in its way to the side, giving way to the carriage.

Zhou Jianlai didn't see the red wolf head totem badge, otherwise he wouldn't dare to hijack this carriage with a hundred guts.

Sixty-eight years ago, when the world was in turmoil, there was a group of big Kou galloping on the land of Dayu, and the squires and tyrants and wealthy families all cried and shouted their mothers, and the poor and lowly people all cheered and cheered to greet each other.

This group of fierce wolves like evil wolves, they love to manage the injustices of the world, and they love to rob the rich and help the poor, they hold the banner of the bloody wolf's head, shouting 'The sky is dead, the way of heaven is not dead', they want to do the right thing for the sky.

Therefore, the poor people called themselves chivalrous cowards, and they called themselves wolves.

But later, the world was peaceful, and the displaced people finally settled down again, and gradually lived a stable life, and this group of wolves returned to their old nest Tiandao Mountain, gradually faded out of people's field of vision, and gradually faded into oblivion with the passage of time.

And the legendary story about the wolf is not much handed down because the squires and tyrants and wealthy families who regard the wolf as a thorn in the flesh are trying to curb it.

Some people say that the reason why the wolf retreated is because the current Dayu Emperor Su Huang Emperor and the wolf thief Wu Zhiqiu fought for ten days and ten nights, and finally beheaded the wolf with a sword, so that the wolves had no leader, and in the face of the strong suppression of the Su Huang Emperor, the wolves had to retreat.

Some people also say that it was Butcher Zhang who led 100,000 iron cavalry to encircle and suppress, and the wolf Kou suffered heavy casualties, so he had to retreat to Tiandao Mountain to recuperate.

However, the poor people who have been blessed by the wolf are more willing to believe another version. That is the peace of the world, the wolves are not greedy for vanity, fame and fortune, and when the world is not peaceful, the wolves will be bathed in blood and come to the world again.

Either way is true, but one thing is certain, the wolf is still there, and is about to go out hunting.

The carriage was gone, disappearing from view. Zhou Jianlai and Zhang Xiaopaw didn't know it.

The former stood with his sword in his hand, the long sword hummed, and the sword pointed to the nine heavens. The latter remained in a half-kneeling position, but an ecstatic expression gradually appeared on his face.

Zhang Xiaopu clearly caught the strange air current, hidden in the air, covering the sky and tightly imprisoning his body. And this overwhelming air flow emanated from the donkey-faced old man.

"Is this the form of momentum or aura?" Zhang Xiaopaw was surprised in his heart.

He consciously tried to touch this strange air current, and to his surprise and shock, as soon as his thoughts came to him, wisps of 'white' air immediately floated out of his body to compete with the 'purple' abnormal air current.

It is said that it is 'white' and 'purple', but in fact, there is no real color, but in Zhang Xiaopaw's thoughts, they are such colors.

That's the power of the subtleties.

Cultivating as a strong master, or even a peerless master as strong as a donkey-faced old man, if they don't perceive the subtle realm, although they can perceive the momentum and aura of others, and even capture it accurately, they can't be like Zhang Xiaopaw, they can capture the existence of momentum or aura extremely vividly, and even see their color.

Zhang Xiaopaw was introverted, and was surprised to find that his white air flow was flowing from the foggy space, and it was the white mist that shrouded the sea.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and wanted to command all the fog to rush out to fight against the purple airflow, but found that there was only a small area, and the fog the size of a room was under his command, and the large and even denser fog did not bird him at all, and even had a feeling of hostility towards him.

After careful observation, he was surprised to find that the fog in the small area under his command was not connected to the large fog, but was driven away by the large fog, and was huddled pitifully in the corner.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaopaw felt a lightness on his body, and found that the purple air flow exerted on him had receded, and then his expression changed greatly, because the purple air flow condensed in the air into a giant-like donkey-faced old man, staring at him condescendingly.

The huge end of the donkey's face made Zhang Xiaopaw get goosebumps all over his body.

Zhang Xiaopaw looked up at the old man with the face of the giant donkey, only to feel trembling, and the thought of not daring to resist was born in his heart, and he had the urge to kneel and surrender.

Thinking that he was also suppressed by Su Mou like this that day, if it weren't for the black giant ape that fell from the sky and broke Su Mou's aura, he was afraid that he would be destroyed by Su Mou's faith, Zhang Xiaopu couldn't help but feel angry, and immediately urged the white mist he could command to gush out of his body.

The white mist condensed in the air into a single one, which was small compared to the giant-like donkey-faced old man. But he was completely undaunted, and he rose to the sky, waved his fist, and slammed into the giant donkey-faced face of the donkey-faced old man.

The giant-like donkey-faced old man smiled slightly, and also swung his fist, blasting out punches from top to bottom.

Rumble!

The two fists collided together, and he was directly blown apart.

Zhang Xiaopaw snorted in pain, only to feel that his eyebrows seemed to be stung by a wasp, and the pain went straight to his brain.

The old man with the giant donkey's face did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but withdrew his fist and looked at him with a smile.

"!" Zhang Xiaopai was not convinced, and once again commanded the white mist that had dispersed. The white mist recondensed into him, but Zhang Xiaopaw found that he was much smaller, as if he had shrunk by a punch from a giant donkey-faced old man.

Smaller by a head, he rose into the sky again, and once again waved his fist at the giant donkey-faced old man, only to be blown away again.

"Ahh

This time, Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help screaming in pain, his brain was in severe pain, and he jumped and jumped, as if he was about to crack.

"Come again!" Zhang Xiaopai was angry, and the white mist condensed again, and like last time, his size shrank again.

Rumble.

Once again, he was blown away by the donkey-faced old man.

"Come again!"

Zhang Xiaopaw seemed to be on a par with the donkey-faced old man, defeated again and again, defeated again and again, and after dozens of times in a row, a piece of white mist that was originally the size of a room was only the size of a fist. But he was surprised to find that the fist-sized white mist had become crystal clear, as if it was the essence condensed after a thousand tempers.

"Could it be-" Zhang Xiaopaw's expression trembled, and he looked up at the donkey-faced old man in surprise, and then he realized that the donkey-faced old man had only caused him a sense of oppression from beginning to end, and had not caused him substantial harm, and the white mist that had become crystal smart made him can't help but have a thought: Could it be that the donkey-faced old man was instructing him to cultivate?

Under Zhang Xiaopaw's gaze, the old man with the giant donkey's face suddenly collapsed, turning into a trace of air and dissipating into the air with the wind.

"Thank you seniors for your advice!" Zhang Xiaopu thanked silently in his heart, knowing that his guess was correct, otherwise with the terrifying cultivation of the donkey-faced old man, killing him might be easier than crushing an ant.

The fist-sized white mist returned to the foggy space, and under Zhang Xiaopu's surprised gaze, he actually threw himself headlong into the uncontrollable large area of rich white mist. Zhang Xiaopu clearly felt that it was tearing at the uncontrolled white mist one by one. The uncontrolled white mist, while still repelling it, could not drive it away as before.

Zhang Xiaopaw looked at the white mist, and there was a faint realization in his heart.

A person's momentum is endless, and if you want to exert a strong momentum, you need to cultivate a little bit and exercise step by step.

"If I can control all the white mist, how powerful will I become?" Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but be distracted, and his blood surged.

The condensed white mist kept devouring the uncontrolled white mist, eventually swelling to the size of a room and a half, half a cut larger than the original, and then being driven away by the uncontrolled white mist, once again cowering pitifully into a corner.

Zhang Xiaopaw knew that it needed to be tempered continuously, and it was not an overnight thing, so he left the fog space and slowly opened his eyes and woke up. Then there was a look of surprise on his face, because it was sunset and dusk, and several hours had passed, but he felt that he only had one meal left.

"Brother pawn, it's great that you're finally awake. Lu Kaixue saw Zhang Xiaopaw wake up with his eyes open, and couldn't help shouting happily.

Zhang Xiaopaw's eyes swept around, but he didn't see the carriage and the donkey-faced old man, knowing that the master had gone away, his heart couldn't help but be empty, and he bowed deeply in the direction of the carriage. Seeing Zhou Jianlai standing with his sword in his hand, the long sword buzzed, as if he was feeling something, and guessed in his heart that most of them were the same as himself, and he was also ordered by the donkey-faced old man, so he didn't come forward to disturb. Looking at Lu Kaixue, he asked with concern, "Sir, how is my brother's condition?"

"All the physical functions have recovered well, but I haven't woken up, I'm afraid that I need a solid Pei Yuan Pill to wake it up. Lu Kaixue responded.

Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Zhang Engong, the little old man took the liberty to stay, I just want to take more care of Niu Engong, in order to repay Niu Engong for saving his life, and I hope that Zhang Engong will allow it. The little old man hurried after his little granddaughter and happened to see Zhang Xiaopu and Lu Kaixue parked on the side of the road, so he stayed, and at this time he saw Zhang Xiaopu wake up and hurriedly pleaded.

The little old man buried his head in his chest, not daring to look at Zhang Xiaopu, because he was a little weak in his heart, it was Lu Kaixue who asked him to do this, Lu Kaixue told him that Zhang Xiaopaw was capable of reaching the sky, and if he wanted to take his granddaughter into the city, he would find a way to stick to Zhang Xiaopaw's side, and Zhang Xiaopaw was kind-hearted and would not leave their grandparents alone.

The sensible little girl also buried her head, and her two little hands nervously rubbed the corners of her clothes.

"I thanked the old man for my brother. The old man can call me a pawn, and I feel uncomfortable when I shout at my father. Zhang Xiaopaw said, not thinking much about it.

"Zhang Engong, oh, little pawn - let's call you Zhang Gongzi, Zhang Gongzi has said it, taking care of Niu Benefactor is what a little old man should do, how dare he say half a word of thanks. The little old man said hurriedly, and at the same time he was very happy that Zhang Xiaopu did not drive their ancestors and grandchildren away, and silently recited a Bodhisattva blessing, praying for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to bless good people like Zhang Xiaopaw and Niu Dawa.

"Haven't asked the old man what to call him?" Zhang Xiaopaw asked.

"The surname is Wu, and the name is great. The little old man replied and introduced the little granddaughter: "This is the granddaughter of the little old man, Xi'er." ”

Click-

A dense burst of crackling interrupted the conversation of several people.

Zhang Xiaopaw followed the prestige, only to see that the long sword in Zhou Jianlai's hand cracked inch by inch, and fine cracks appeared on the sword.

The wind blew, and the long sword turned into powder, and drifted away with the wind.

Zhou Jianlai then woke up with his eyes, and two sharp edges flashed in his eyes.

Like Zhang Xiaopaw, he also searched around, and after not finding the donkey-faced old man and the carriage, he bowed deeply in the direction of the carriage. Then he looked at Zhang Xiaopaw and walked over slowly.

His steps were steady, and each step seemed to be the same spacing.

Zhang Xiaopaw felt an invisible sense of oppression emanating from Zhou Jianlai's body, feeling that he was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and his sharpness was compelling.

"I've learned a lot. Zhou Jianlai stopped in front of Zhang Xiaopaw and said in a deep tone.

Zhang Xiaopaw nodded and said, "I also have a lot of insights." ”

"From today on—" Zhou Jianlai's eyes lit up, his fists clenched, and he said in a sonorous tone: "Our bandit and robber group has been officially established, and its name is - Half Dakou." I am the big boss, you are the second master, and the Niu brothers are the third master. Well, you three are old, weak, sick and disabled, just go to logistics. ”

Zhang Xiaopaw stuck in his throat in one breath, stared at Zhou Jian for a while before reacting, and asked dumbly: "This-this is your perception?"

Zhou Jianlai nodded, frowned and asked, "Do you think the name is not loud enough?" I also think it's a little bit, but I feel very profound, and I'm reluctant to change it. You help me with the staff officer. ”