85_85898 Zhang Erhe walked out of the side door in the small alley, followed by an old man dressed as a groom, the fat butler in a side alley of the Zhang family, parked a carriage made of black iron, draped in ordinary concealment cloth, two thin black crappy horses, spitting hot air, the two horses' heads touched each other, playing and playing.

The fat butler who was kicked by Zhang Erhe for an unknown number of feet, with his hands in his sleeves, walked back and forth beside the carriage, his eyes were round in the alley of the Zhang family, and on the eaves of the Zhang family, scanning back and forth, this is what he must do every time Master Zhang wants to go out, the purpose is to be afraid of being watched and followed.

Is there any problem, and then looked at the eaves and other hidden places, and then got into the carriage, and his face began to become solemn.

The old man who drove the carriage seemed to behave frivolously, with a weed in his mouth, and his clothes looked a little tattered, he glanced at the alley a few times with blazing eyes, jumped into the carriage at once, and did not wait for the old man Zhang in the carriage to command, and drove the horse outside by himself.

Zhang Erhe in the car took a deep breath, stared at the fat butler and said, "For some reason, I've always been a little restless lately. ”

The fat butler said with a few smiles on his face: "Master, I see that you have been overworked recently, and you may be a little angry." ”

Zhang Erhe was still a little uneasy and said: "But I always feel that that one is in Chunqing? The young people in the building are very unusual. ”

The fat butler touched the beardless jaw, and he understood the old man's thoughts very well, so he said: "Wait a while to see the Leng Immortal, and everything will be known. ”

Speaking of Leng Xianren, Zhang Erhe's face suddenly stretched a little, Leng Xianren was a Taoist priest he met and rescued by chance in his early years. This Leng Immortal has a divine law, which is simply unpredictable, so shocked that Zhang Erhe thought that he had met an immortal, so frightened that he knelt and worshipped, and offered the Leng Immortal as a god.

Leng Xianren is not a stingy person, he gave Zhang Erhe a few things, and asked Zhang Erhe to go outside to create a piece of the world. With a few things given by Leng Xianren, Zhang Erhe began to work hard in Dong'an Town, and within a few years, he became one of the three major families in Dong'an Town.

With a huge family industry, Zhang Erhe's enemies also increased immediately, in order to save his own life, Zhang Erhe begged Leng Xianren in every possible way to provide him with protection, Leng Xianren also readily agreed, and agreed to Zhang Erhe's request, but Leng Xianren also asked Zhang Erhe to find a lot of things for him before he could agree.

This time, Zhang Erhe went out, and he also went out with a few spars and a few herbs, all of which were collected from some merchants who betrayed the sale of minerals and herbs according to the requirements of the Leng Immortals, and the price was very expensive, which really made Zhang Erhe feel pain for a while.

Leng Xianren lives on the mountain outside the city, Zhang Erhe wanted to invite Leng Xianren to go back to Zhangfu to live, but Leng Xianren said that he liked to be quiet and did not want to return to Zhangfu, so every time Zhang Erhe had to go out of the city with fear, the carriage turned around in a few alleys, and went around a long circle before he walked out of the outside and came to the official road leading to the outside of the city.

The old man who drove the horses took the weeds in his mouth, whipped the two lame horses, and walked slowly on the official road. Zhang Erhe's hand was in the sleeve, and at the seam of the sleeve, there was a thin little sword, which he had been holding tightly. The fat butler squinted his eyes and leaned on the black iron sheet, listening to the wind and grass outside with his sharp ears, and did not dare to slack off at all.

The crappy horse, the faded concealment cloth, and the old man driving the horse are like the carriage of a poor family, which Zhang Erhe must arrange every time he goes out.

At this time, it was the second day, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, Wang Yu carried a big bag of silver, and the flowers leading the horse did not fall, walking on the streets of Dong'an Town, after some chat, the two went out of the city.

The man who never fell behind was dressed like a very rich boy, she stared at Wang Yu and asked, "Can we meet in the future?" ”

Wang Yu smiled and said: "If you have a fate, you will meet each other, if you don't have a fate, then forget about each other." ”

Hua Buluo was silent for a long time before saying, "Then where are you going now?" ”

Wang Yu thought about the north he wanted to go, the unreachable and aimless north, and he was silent, walked ahead, and replied for a long time: "Traveling all over the world, wandering the world." ”

Hua Buluo stared at his somewhat thin back, and a strange emotion flashed on his face: "Then I will go to you after I take revenge." ”

Wang Yu's footsteps stopped suddenly, he didn't look back, he didn't know what would happen to him in the future, and he didn't know if he could live in the future, thinking of the bits and pieces in the previous stage of the Reverse Dao Sect, his heart tingled, and his tone began to become a little cold: "You don't have to look for me, and you can't find me." ”

Hua Buluo didn't react to Wang Yu's cold tone, eagerly dropped the reins in his hand, ran to him, stared at him and said, "I know you're an immortal, one of those immortals who can fly around, right?" ”

"My father has been an official in the court for many years, but he is a veteran of the three dynasties, and he also knows a thing or two about some royal secrets and legends, and I have heard my father say it since I was a child. Yesterday, I saw you show your skills, it is not a martial art at all, so I think you must be an immortal, otherwise it is impossible to easily injure more than 50 domestic slaves of the Zhang family. ”

Wang Yu was not surprised by the words that the flowers did not fall, the so-called imperial power in the world was actually in the hands of a certain Xiuzhen family or sect, and he had heard of it in the year of the Reverse Dao Sect. Yesterday, he showed his skills, and he did show traces, under the understanding and observation of people with a heart, he will definitely know his identity, otherwise he would not leave Dong'an Town with flowers today.

Hua Buluo stared into his eyes and said, "I also want to become an immortal, you teach me!" ”

Gazing at the perseverance in Hua Buluo's eyes, Wang Yu's heart didn't know what it was like, cultivating the Tao, is it really good? He said bitterly: "You will be very bitter, more bitter than being a layman." ”

Hua Buluo said in a firm tone: "I have survived so much suffering, what am I afraid of, when I become an immortal, I will go to you." ”

The firmness of the flowers, and her strange gaze, finally melted away the defense line in Wang Yu's heart, and began to have a faint strange emotion for this woman.

After being silent for a while, he took out the small yellow book he had used from his storage bag, the condensation scroll of the Reverse Dao Sect, and the twelve big characters on it were still clear.

"People have no way, I should be punished, there is no way in the sky, I should be rebellious,"

The twelve domineering characters made Wang Yu's heart feel confused for a while, staring at the black eyes that did not fall, and said earnestly: "This is the condensation volume, according to the above formula, you can start cultivating, but this process is very bitter and tiring, it really can't work, you can give up." ”

Hua Buluo took the small book, nodded, pursed his lips tightly, did not speak, and saw Wang Yu take out a small bag and said: "This is a storage bag, you can't use it now, when you can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, you can use it, I put some things in it, you will be able to use it in the future." ”

Stretched out his hand to take the gray bag in Wang Yu's hand, feeling light and fluttering without a little weight, Hua Buluo couldn't help but be very curious, looked at Wang Yu with a smile on his face and nodded, and heard Wang Yu say in a deep voice: "Hurry up, while it's not dark, it is estimated that you can catch up with the next town." ”

Hua Buluo glanced at him a few times complainingly, stomped a step again, walked to the white horse, jumped up, stared at Wang Yu and said firmly: "I said I would go to you, no matter where you are!" ”

But Wang Yu didn't give her any response, just stood there quietly, looking at her without speaking, Hua Buluo rode the white horse step by step and turned back, and finally couldn't stand the nerd's anger, and began to jerk the white horse and galloped wildly, along the official road to the capital to the direction of the capital, but the faster the horse ran, the more unpleasant she felt in her heart, feeling as if she had been hollowed out, and couldn't help muttering: "Hurry up and take revenge, go to him, go to him." ”

Wang Yu stood on the official road, carrying a hemp bag, looking at the vague flower that had not fallen, shook his head, with a bitter face, secretly thinking about how his heart was a little empty.

Standing in place, the more he thought about it, the more bitter Wang Yu became, knowing that it was a meeting with the flowers, and no one could say for sure what would happen in the future, and even if he turned back to catch up with the flowers now, he was unwilling to do it, thinking of the blood rain in the Reverse Dao Sect and the last entrustment of those old people, his gaze became cold and firm again, staring in the direction of the north, and began to embark on the northern road.

Zhang Erhe's carriage walked more than ten miles of mountainous land after leaving the city before it stopped outside a seemingly primitive dense forest.

Seeing the bustling and stabbing clouds of the big trees and dense forest, Zhang Erhe's face finally eased, he pulled out his sleeves with both hands, and walked off the carriage with a wooden box, the fat butler also opened his eyes, stretched his waist and followed, the old man spitted out the weeds in his mouth, walked to a piece of grass, and lay down directly.

Zhang Erhe walked in front, his steps were a little anxious, and the potholed forest path made his brocade clothes a black spot, but Zhang Erhe didn't care about these, and went straight to a cave, bowed down and said inside: "Leng Immortal, the little one came to visit." ”

There was a sound of rope inside, and I saw the stone door in front of Zhang Erhe, which rumbled open, and saw a dark passage, several zhang long.

Zhang Erhe waved his hand to the fat butler, signaling him to wait outside before carrying the box in.

On a stone platform in the cave, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, about twenty years old, with a beard on his face, and a hideous scar, which was drawn along the left side of his face to his neck, like a wound poisonous snake, and the whole person looked a little hideous.

Zhang Erhe knelt on the ground, saw the scar on the face of the Leng Immortal, sweated in his heart, hurriedly presented the wooden box, and said respectfully: "Immortal, this is according to your request, the small purchase is back." ”

Leng Xingqi glanced at the box lightly and stopped at Zhang Erhe.

Zhang Erhe knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth, secretly thinking about how to say it, he had only begged Leng Immortals to suppress the Murong family two years ago, and after two years, Leng Immortals had a strange temperament, and he didn't know if he was willing to help.

Leng Xingqi saw that Zhang Erhe had no intention of leaving, sneered a few times at the corner of his mouth, stared at Zhang Erhe and said, "Say, what happened to you." ”

Zhang Erhe's heart suddenly relaxed, with these words, it would be easy to invite Leng Xianren, so he hurriedly told Leng Xingqi all the ins and outs of the matter, including the weirdness when Wang Yu beat people.

Leng Xingqi's eyes without light flashed with a strange emotion after hearing this, he smiled coldly, looked at Zhang Erhe and said, "You go back first, I will deal with this matter." ”

Zhang Erhe knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, said a lot of flattering words, held up a slightly fat belly, and walked towards the outside of the cave.

"Dog mongrel, look how arrogant you are, beat the people of my Zhang family, no matter who you are, you have to die, if you don't die, I can't sleep." Zhang Erhe thought viciously in his heart, and returned to Zhangjiafu with a smile on his face.

Leng Xingqi looked at the cave of Heiwuwu and sneered for a while, and said to himself: "It seems that he is another casual cultivator who is going to Xuanwenmen, listening to what Old Man Zhang said, this person is probably a fledgling boy, otherwise how could he be stupid enough to reveal his identity as a monk."

Now I'm going to kill him, rob him of his things, and get one less competitor and some treasures, it's the best of both worlds. ”

Leng Xingqi laughed coldly a few times, and his figure floated out of the cave like a ghost, looking coldly at the bottom of the mountain, staring ahead and drifting away.

Wang Yu walked in the deep mountains and dense forests, chopping thorns along the way, the Ziyan sword in his hand, I don't know how many vines and beasts in front of him were cut off, he originally wanted to walk on the official road, but he felt that the official road was crooked, and not all of them led to the north, so he could only follow the direction, go straight through the mountains and forests, and go to the north, although it is a little stupid, but the stupid method is clever to use, and it is still feasible.

The vague voice that couldn't be blurred anymore, Wang Yu got angry when he thought of it, and he couldn't say it clearly, he only said that he would go to the north, but the north is so big, where to find it? The owner of this bloodstone, that is, the evil dragon, didn't say anything about it, and almost killed the new water country, and now he is still blindly tossing and turning to go to the north, if he finds the owner of the voice, Wang Yu can't wait to use the Ziyan sword in his hand to poke a few holes in his body, so as to relieve his anger.

Now he has not yet built a foundation, naturally he can't fly, he can only rely on walking, coupled with the constant chopping and stabbing, the fatigue of the body can be imagined, and the water-green robe has become a little dirty at this time, and the tattered silver sack is like a begging for food in his hand.

Finding a waterhole, Wang Yu washed his face and refreshed himself, ready to meditate here and recuperate? The cultivation in the body, and then continue on the road.

However, the sound of Suo Suo made Wang Yu's nerves tense suddenly, his eyes stared coldly at the dense forest in front of him, and the Ziyan Sword in his hand made a buzzing sound