Murong Yu originally wanted to put his hand on the hilt of the sword, after all, it looked more like a ranger.

It's just that in the end, it's still in front of him.

I swung across the water like a dragonfly, and sure enough, it stirred up bursts of microwaves.

Below the worldly person in front of him, who is just a layman under the mountain no matter how he looks at it, but knows a little, and may not have much to do on the mountain, Murong Yu is not strange.

After all, he Murong Yu, the eldest son of the Mu family who was extremely demanding and never willing to force himself to score half a point, and the younger generation was really the first in dispute, why would he choose that extremely small and extremely simple Jiuxianlou tavern?

What kind of mountain wine does he Murong Yu have, Zhongzhou is rare in the five states, and he has never drunk it? Just as he Murong Gongzi is greedy for that cup of lonely smoke, he can't do it.

Of course, some, even if it is a coincidence and not a coincidence, it is more that I passed by the extremely conscious alley, and sensed an extremely interesting existence, and then raised my head, and saw the extremely heavy plaque on the mountain at the main gate of the Jiuxianlou Tavern, so I made up my mind and entered the small restaurant that I had never planned to enter at all, and finally met those mountain monks in the restaurant, and even included the woman of the Si family who was about seniority and called me a little uncle, and the man in white who Murong Yu couldn't see through the slightest, and even had some incomprehensible and slightly frightened men。

It was all after Murong Yu chose to enter this small restaurant.

One before the other, representing a big difference in the state of mind.

Murong Yu didn't know whether the stories that Xuan hung in the Jiuxian Mansion were true or false, the one who left pen and ink, and by the way, left a door plaque for the tavern, and named the scholar who was the great Xuan literary altar in the imperial capital, but a monk who climbed the peak on the mountain couldn't run away.

After thinking about it, Murong Yu whispered, "Actually, where am I from. ”

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

It's just that his face is colorful, and with the movements between his upper fingers, he looks like an experienced and experienced liar who cheats and cheats.

Xiao Li Yu snorted very unreasonably, Murong Yu's words were just a crazy charlatan in his Li Yu's heart,

Then he pointed to the ground and said, "Master, I still came out of the ground, what's the big deal." ”

Then Murong Yu stretched out his thumb very cooperatively.

The leisurely and leisurely Murong Yu suddenly stopped being leisurely, turned around in the twilight, looked at the distant skyline, frowned, and the big figure-eight was piled up high.

Beneath the surface of the clouds in the sky, it seems to be surging and surging against the rocks.

After a while, Murong Yu turned around and looked at the two shopkeepers, no longer as leisurely as before.

So they didn't see Murong Yu speak, but suddenly a shout like thunder and explosion suddenly sounded in their ears.

I only heard the voice saying, "Have you thought about it?" Mother-in-law and mother are slow and leisurely, how can you talk about climbing the mountain and crossing dangers?"

Li Yu turned his head to look at Li Mo, Li Mo was full of smiles, and nodded lightly in his heart.

It's just that Li Yu is still relieved in his heart.

So the voice in his ears continued, "Don't worry, as long as you Li Yu nod, you will ensure that he is safe until he dies." ”

Li Yu was silent, but Murong Yu had an answer.

In the palm of the hand, a wood grain pendant appeared in plain white, and its style is somewhat familiar with the wood grain at the gate of the Daxuan Dynasty and Zhongzhou Mountain.

It's just that it's different, and the patterns and letterings on it are more complex and difficult to identify.

Murong Yu held the wooden card tightly in one hand and raised it high, and said loudly in the sky: "But ask for a wisp of divine soul, so that Li Mo, a secular person under the mountain, can live a stable life without being harmed." ”

A pillar of light, as Murong Yu spoke, disappeared as there were few pieces in the Heavenly Sect that could be exchanged for a reasonable requirement of the Heavenly Dao Law under the mountain.

Li Mo only felt a slight tremor all over his body, nothing had changed, as if everything had changed.

Then, Murong Yu stepped out, stood beside Li Yu, stretched out his hand to hold Li Yu's small hand, and stepped out again, as if he was walking in the sky, swimming without restrictions.

Taking two steps, the figures of Murong Yu and Li Yu became more and more blurred.

After taking three steps, the figure disappeared and disappeared, leaving him Li Mo standing in place, stunned.

Li Yu didn't know what kind of mountain opportunity he had gotten, what kind of mountain master he recognized, and what kind of mountain scenery he should see.

Shanliwa entered the city to catch the market, and the mountaineering avenue of Li Yu, who was half the eldest child, was always difficult and extraordinary.

Li Mo seemed to be aimless as if he had lost his soul, and the loss of Li Yu was actually no different from losing half of his life.

In fact, why does Li Yu like rangers? Isn't he Li Mo unaware.

Li Yu wanted to see the outside world, not limited to the outside world of this city and one place, not the world heard from the mouths of those drinkers who ate and drank.

Instead, after walking a long way and seeing a lot of beautiful scenery, he casually walked into a tavern that was not big or small.

Business should be good, the kind that sits at the table.

So Li Yu, who has traveled a long way in this way, can ask the wine guests at the same table, the ranger is the best, the martial artist is not bad, and the ordinary people who have not traveled far with ordinary wine can also do it, so that he Li Yu can ask for a big jar of ordinary wine, drink a big sip first, and his face is not red or irritable, after all, how dare a ranger with a bad amount of alcohol dare to say that he has gone to Haikou, how far has he walked and seen how many scenery?

Li Yu, who drank a whole bucket of bowls, looked for a gap in the words, and told his own stories along the way, strange and strange things are indispensable, and there must be those who draw their swords angrily, so that after looking at the eyes of envy or surprise, or yearning, Li Yu can drink a big bowl of wine.

After drinking a few bowls in a row, the wine is exhausted.

So he got up, pressed the brim of the straw felt hat, and after saying sorry on the road, he got up and led the horse, the rivers and lakes are far away, how long has he Li Yu walked? Only a few times has he been out of the sword? can only continue to ride the horse, after all, the next place, in the tavern, there are still a few "little Li leftovers", "big Li leftovers" waiting for him Li Yu has walked a lot of roads, drank a lot of wine, is already a famous old guest of the rivers and lakes, continue to tell the story of the rivers and lakes more and more.

Li Mo knew that this was the deepest hidden mind in his little Li Yu's heart, the life he longed for the most, if it weren't for him Li Mo, there would have been more cross-sword rangers in the world, and it was he Li Mo who delayed this ranger who should have traveled a long way and seen a lot of scenery.

On the other side, Wu Chen asked Wu Er, the spirit of the ancestral realm, a question.

In the chaotic stone forest halfway up the mountain of Hengfeng, a one-legged man climbed the mountain and walked forward, looking up from time to time.