Mai Ferry is the three major ferry ports in Dongmi Tianzhou, and there are more than 10,000 people coming and going every day. The materials from the north of the desert to the south were first transported to the autumn night ferry under the Yehua Palace Mountain, and then traveled several mountains, from the north of Dongmi Tianzhou, to this place, Maidu, the center of Dongmi Tianzhou's transportation. All kinds of expenses used along the way, escort, loading and unloading, ferries, all kinds of superimposed, no less than a fine magic weapon.

Whenever a large ferry boat breaks through the sea of clouds, countless Fu Dao Array Dao cultivators' money bags will bulge three points, so there is a saying that three points of money will be returned to the Fu Array.

Mai crosses the Wuyun Mountain, every day you can see a large number of cultivators of Longhu Mountain going down the mountain to kill demons, or going to the ends of the earth to seek opportunities, it stands to reason that such a piece of fat meat flowing with oil, no one dares to take food under the mouth of Longhu Mountain.

However, the sage Qingshen gave away the Mai Ferry to him, and the ferry port set up by the Xiuxian Sect was given to the border army of the Great Qin Empire, the lord of the world.

Some people say that it is to repay the kindness of the generals of the Qin State who walked around the dragon and tiger, and some people say that it is the shameless and shameless Great Qin Empire. Exactly how it will be, it is still unknown.

There is such a saying on the gate of Longhu Mountain, which is quite credible. Maidu is the Taoist Shengqing God to commemorate the old friend Mai Sage, according to the old friend's wishes, presented to the Great Qin Empire.

Qingyang squatted at the ferry to sell talismans, three Emperor Realm attack talismans, two soldiers' golden armor talismans, and several golden light yellow talismans to remove demons and evils. In addition to the various pills secretly picked out from the residue of the alchemy furnace, most of them don't know how effective they are, anyway, the waste pills in the master's furnace are also immortal medicines. I don't know if I can eat well, but I can't eat bad people anyway.

As for Qingyang himself, anyway, it is the pill that has entered his stomach, and it is only divided into whether it is good or not, and the natural treasure that has not yet entered his stomach is only divided into whether it can be eaten or not.

The prices are five, three, and one is like spring money. The pill is seven summer coins and one claw.

How much is a claw, it depends on the mood of Qingyang.

Bai Xiao was even more unreliable, putting on the robe of Longhu Mountain, setting up the yellow stall that had been prepared for a long time, and setting up two banners through the barrel.

"The gossip of the five elements, the official career of marriage, are all in the middle of the small road."

"The gate of the dragon and tiger, in the worry-free mountain, the five elements and four elephants are all out with one finger."

The fish and dragons in Mai Ferry were mixed, and a ferry boat over the mountain broke through the air, and Mai Ferry was lively for two minutes. A middle-aged man with a tiger back and a mace on his waist and crotch passed by in front of his stall, looked at Bai Xiao, who was yellow and thin, with disdain, and scolded and said: "Just like you, you dare to pretend to be a monk of Longhu Mountain to pit money, and the main master will come in a while, and you won't be in a hurry to run." ”

Bai Xiao smiled slightly, and ignored the kind reminder of the male martial artist.

His body is as strong as an ox, but his steps are frivolous. The mace of the mace, which carries the weapon with him, is slightly bent, and it seems that the enemy should be a soldier monk. There are still dry black blood stains left on the tip, thinking that he has just escaped from the enemy after a battle, and the battle should be quite fierce, otherwise how can he endure his injuries and get off the ferry halfway.

It seems that Qingyang can open today.

The mountain turtle is like a cow, squatting awkwardly in front of the small stall of the green sheep, how strange it looks.

Although the body of the mountain turtle looks bloated, its eyes are really good, and half of the stalls on the small road of Maidu are slaughtering customers. Eighty percent of the goods are fake, two percent old, unless you are very lucky, you don't want to find a few treasures in this place where people come and go.

The mountain turtle twisted up a piece of the Emperor's Attack Talisman, and his thumb carefully pondered the talisman to roughly identify the quality of the talisman paper. Satisfied, he looked at the pale golden rune.

Qingyang saw that the strong man in front of him was so knowledgeable, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, after all, he just scribbled it by himself, and he hadn't tried it, so he was really afraid of pitting people.

The mountain turtle stared at the rune, his eyebrows were about to wrinkle into three words, and said: "I have never seen a rune like this, just like a child drawing a rune." The stall is not your casual nonsense. ”

Qingyang was said by the mountain turtle, and his heart became more and more empty. He stood up and crossed his waist and said, "How come, this is painted by the immortal master on Longhu Mountain." Once it is sacrificed, it is the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Emperor Realm Immortal Master who blows with all his strength. If you want to buy it, don't touch it. ”

The mountain turtle checked the palm talisman, which contained spiritual power as much as two percent heavier than the ordinary attack talisman, and the material should be Yasu Baixuan, which can be regarded as a good product. But this pattern is too wild, and the seal outline is too arbitrary. Did you miss it? Is it really what the immortal master on Dragon and Tiger Mountain did when he was drunk?

The mountain turtle didn't dare to jump to conclusions, after all, a few spring breeze money in his pocket were fighting with each other, and no one wanted to spend it. So he disdainfully returned the attack charm to the stall, and observed the expression of the young stall owner from time to time, and said: "That's it, I believe you that you said that it was a seven-year-old Meng Tong who scribbled with a pen." ”

Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was furious again, and said, "This is obviously a fifteen-year-old immortal master. Phew, this is obviously painted by the immortal master of Longhu Mountain, but the age is really not big, and the painting is really not good-looking. But the amount of attack contained in it is not a lot at all. ”

The mountain turtle listened to Qingyang's words, and saw Qingyang's relieved and angry expression, and his eyelids jumped wildly. These talismans should have been stolen by this stinky boy from the practice of an immortal master's apprentice. It seems that the aura looks very good, but in fact, there is no rune guidance, and it is all mirrored. Fortunately, I didn't do it, otherwise the pants would have been compensated.

Qingyang muttered unwillingly: "It's not expensive to sell, but it's only five spring breeze money, and it looks good if you take it back and put it at home as an heirloom." ”

No matter how good the temper of the mountain turtle is, he can't help but scold: "Five spring breeze money is not expensive, you are going to pit people to death, and then apologize on his grave, and say sorry before you are willing." ”

The two words of the mountain turtle were very loud, and the words that popped out of the mouth of such a majestic man were particularly funny, attracting many people's side doors.

A man with a tiger's back was scolded by the squatting in front of the stall, and the thin little stall owner blinked his big eyes with aggrieved spirit, pouting and not speaking.

There was a burst of laughter from the mountain ferry, which was just about to open the canopy. The mountain turtle woke up suddenly, he was still being chased and killed, secretly complained, got up and prepared to smear oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away.

It's a pity that the three men in black who were searching around on the mountain ferry had also noticed the situation in Mai Crossing.

threw out three cold mangs and nailed them in front of the foot of the mountain turtle, and the three of them turned off the ferry, stepped on the wind with both feet, and openly drew their swords to kill.

The mountain turtle didn't care that his body had not yet recovered, and a pale yellow Wufugang air turned on the surface of his body, and then suddenly opened, turning into a three-foot barrier, protecting the green sheep behind him, and said: "The stall owner, I'm sorry." ”

Qingyang didn't say anything until he was okay, and ran back to Bai Xiao's side with a smoke, only then did he gain courage and scolded: "The three of you are so bold, you are blatantly murderous in the Daqin Ferry, and you are not afraid of being wanted by the Prison Heavenly Division?" ”

Wu Fu Gang took three cold darts, lost a lot, and returned to the body of the mountain turtle for a while, the mountain turtle half supported the small stall table, his eyes squinted, and the sword shadows came one after another.

The sword light lit up a white shadow, making the turtle's eyes bloom, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his face.

Bai Xiao grabbed the two banners with his right hand and shook them, and the majestic aura sputtered from the banner in all directions, dispersing the poisonous sword light that slashed towards Qingyang, and protected the mountain turtle. said: "It's easy to take the name of human nature, and the three brothers are too domineering." ”

The cuffs of the three of them were embroidered with dagger patterns on the cuffs, and there was a drop of red blood on the bottom of the dagger blade.

Zhulu Mountain.

The three of them saw that they could not succeed in a single blow, and the strength of the opponent was still unknown, and as soon as the figure landed, it turned into a black shadow and sank into the river.

Bai Xiao stomped his foot lightly, and three columns of sky-high water exploded on the surface of the river, and the three Zhulu Mountain assassins had to return to the front of the stall.

At this moment, the Great Qin Iron Cavalry had already stepped on his horse, and the crowd watching the excitement was expelled from the house.

Knowing that there was no way back, the three Assassins nodded to each other and slaughtered the turtles.

The way of the assassin, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

The mountain turtle grabbed two light blue pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Suddenly, a cool feeling spread throughout the body, and the stinging pain of the abdominal wound weakened a lot. But before he could be happy, the dantian suddenly rose, and a strange spiritual power derived from the dantian filled the whole body in an instant.

The mountain turtle can't suck at the moment, and it can't hit it.

Wufu Fist Gang only seeks to be physically strong, punching non-stop, at this moment his body is full of swollen spiritual power, fist intent is stagnant, facing the assassin of Zhulu Mountain desperately killing, the mountain turtle is almost desperate.

Qingyang shook his hand and flew out two imperceptible thunderbolts, stabbing in the cave behind the mountain turtle, and the spiritual power poured out from behind the mountain turtle, turning into two surging jets, pushing the mountain turtle aside, narrowly avoiding the knife.

Bai Xiao didn't want to expose too much, so he kicked the stool under the mountain turtle, let it lie on the stool, and reminded softly: "Fu, Fu." ”

The mountain turtle instantly understood, twisted a talisman in his hand, and threw it without looking.

While holding his fist, attaching to the mace, he stepped on the floor tiles with one foot, and broke through the hundred meetings with one force. No matter how subtle your assassination methods are, I'll smash your skull with a stick.

Under the desperate death of the assassins of Zhulu Mountain, how could they be so easily hit. The person who rushed towards the mountain turtle had wisps of black mist on his body, and quietly floated towards the throat of the mountain turtle. The moment the mace fell, the person tilted his head slightly, allowing the mountain turtle to smash half of his shoulder, and the blood flew out several meters high.

The palm of the hand slapped on the dagger, and the black smoke that lingered in the throat of the mountain turtle condensed into a blade, and the blade was extremely sharp, and as soon as it appeared, it cut the back of most of the turtle's neck, and the blood stained on the blade could not linger, dripping to the ground. At this moment, Zhulu Mountain was about to pull back and give the mountain turtle the final blow.

Fluttering white clothes appeared in front of him, and the iron cavalry of the Great Qin Border Army took the lead, and the imperial horse galloped to separate the assassin's head and save the life of the mountain turtle.

Strong pawns, strong horses, actions like the wind, worthy of the Great Qin Iron Horse.

The mountain turtle escaped death, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, covering the back of his neck with both hands, and bowed his head to close himself.

Cultivators drink the aura of heaven and earth, open up the cave in the body, turn the aura into rivers and lakes, and finally for the endless sea, and practice the spiritual weapon immortal treasure for their own use. Huadao means mountains and rivers Sheji, in the Dantian Lingshan Wood Mansion, in which the mansion is pregnant with the life of the thing, the two together, is the small world of the human body.

Wufu is completely different, Wufu Gang Qi is like water ripples flowing all over the body, and every acupoint in the body is a garrison battlefield, through the continuous control of Gang Qi to attack the city and pull out the village, breaking through the realm of Wufu. Whenever there is a long battle, Takefu is definitely the one who can fight to the end. Therefore, once the fist intent runs on the week, it can guide the fist of the whole body and gather in the healing place.

In terms of physical strength and recovery, martial arts are indeed much faster than cultivation, even if most of the neck of the mountain turtle is cut off, as long as it does not die with one blow, and the injury is stabilized with Gang Qi, it can recover as before in five days. Especially the stronger the realm, the more power of recovery Yu plus metamorphosis. It's just that at this time, the mountain turtle resumes the autistic posture of the wound, (half-squatting on the ground, holding his head with both hands) is really not very elegant.

But if it is too full, it is lacking, and there is no perfect thing in the world.

Martial arts Yu is physically stronger, and the power of recovery Yu is more and more metamorphosed, and he is more and more draining his physical potential, so he often dies young. The life span is the same as that of ordinary people, a hundred years in the world.

Occasionally, there are immortals who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, morning and twilight, and come late in the autumn wind, and they only have a life span of more than 200 years, that is, the limit is approaching, and the faster the body recovers, the faster it decays.

Rebirth and death alternate in the body, culminating in a painful death.

It is precisely because of this that most of the martial artists in the world are happy and full of chivalry. Punish evil and promote good in the world, kill demons and demons, and spare no effort to survive.

First, there was Zhou Tai Bojiao, Wu Song fought the tiger, and then there was Wu Sheng who practiced boxing with the tide, and one person opened the Demon Sect with a fist and killed all the people who drove corpses in the world.

Therefore, there will be countless chivalrous stories in the world.

To live with a cliff, the pursuit of righteousness without a cliff, foolish? It should be respectful.

The fairy gate on the mountain, the rivers and lakes under the mountain. The most important thing in the rivers and lakes is wine and stories.