For Mu Jinglu, who doesn't have much emotional experience, what he said about 'Thirty-six Strategies for Picking Up Girls' is just what he heard on the Internet in his previous life. However, it was unintentional to say it, and it sounded intentional, whether it was Li Xiaobai, or the young man who followed Li Xiaobai and Li Wei, they actually regarded what Mu Jinglu said as a wise saying.

Originally, he just wanted to drag Li Xiaobai and let Xu Yuwei leave, but he didn't expect that the more Mu Jing Lu said, the more interested the three of them were, and the more exciting Mu Jing Lu became. As they spoke, the four of them were very drunk, and in the end, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu went upstairs and carried the four of them away.

The next day, Wuxian was in the country.

"Chief, those three boys really don't care?"

Mu Jinglu looked at Xie Bi'an and chuckled: "One is Li Wei, the young dart king of the 'Weiyuan Dart Bureau', and since the other two can be friends with Li Wei, their identities must not be ordinary." ”

"After finding Jiang Ziwen, I have to go to the south as soon as possible, and I can't afford to delay. ”

Walking on the streets of Wuxian, Mu Jinglu explained casually, and his two eyes kept patrolling around, looking for Jiang Ziwen who he didn't even know what he looked like.

", come and drink again. An angry scolding attracted the attention of Mu Jinglu and others. At the door of a green building not far away, an unkempt man was thrown out.

"Cuihua, why are you so ruthless. Did you spend all the money that Uncle spent with you before?" the man staggered to his feet, "Uncle, I only owe two months of wine money, so I don't know anyone?"

Mu Jinglu frowned slightly, and looked at the unkempt man who was thrown out with some disdain.

Big brother, two months' wine money, are you embarrassed to say? This is a green building.

"Jiang called Huazi, if it weren't for your father's kindness to my 'Liuyun Pavilion' in the past, we would have thrown you out a long time ago. The little guy looked at the unkempt man viciously, "Two months' wine money is enough to exchange for kindness." Now how far and how far to roll, if you dare to come again, uncle, I will break your dog's legs. ”

The other guy hurriedly covered the mouth of the guy who was speaking harshly, and said softly: "Don't go too far, no matter how you say it, he is also a monk, in case that day..."

The little guy didn't finish speaking, but the scolding little guy's face changed slightly, and then shook his hand fiercely and returned to the 'Liuyun Pavilion'.

Jiang is called Huazi? Mujing Lu is a little sensitive to the surname Jiang, and subconsciously, Mujing Lu walked towards the door of 'Liuyun Pavilion'.

"Hey... Brother Zhang, it's a pity for this kid. ”

"Yes, Brother Zhang is such a good person, how can he adopt such a son, it is really... Hey, forget it, don't talk about it. Every man has his own blessings and woes, so go. ”

Brother Zhang?Mu Jinglu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then hurriedly stepped forward and asked the two people who were talking through the blue linen cloth just now: "Dare to ask fellow countrymen, the big brother Zhang in your mouth, but Zhang Qiu?"

The two of them looked at Mu Jinglu with some vigilance, frowned and nodded lightly, "Do you know Zhang Qiu, if you do, let's quickly inform Zhang Qiu to come back, what a good child, now it has become like this." ”

After the pastoral path was confirmed, I was slightly happy, and it didn't take much effort to get it. But the joy did not last long, and Mu Jinglu's brow furrowed again.

In the imagination of Mu Jinglu, Brother Zhang Qiu's child should be a righteous and righteous hero. But looking at the drunk and unkempt man in front of him, Mu Jinglu couldn't believe it.

"Thank you, big brothers. After Mu Jinglu politely thanked the two, he turned around with Xie Bi'an, Fan Wusu and others and came to Jiang Ziwen, who was still staggering.

"Jiang Ziwen?" Mu Jinglu asked softly, frowning.

"Who are you?" Jiang Ziwen shook his body and stood up straight, looking at the pastoral path with a slightly puzzled expression.

With his right hand, Mu Jinglu took out an ordinary necklace that Zhang Qiu had carried with him before his death. "Do you know this object?"

Jiang Ziwen's eyes widened, and he suddenly stretched out his hands, snatched the necklace from Mu Jinglu's hand, stroked it gently, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Where did Zhang Qiu go?"

Mu Jinglu's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said angrily, "He's your father." ”

"I know!" Jiang Ziwen suddenly raised his head and yelled angrily at the pastoral path, his eyes were no longer blurry, and he became extremely angry. "I know he's my father, I ask you, where did he go?"

Looking at Jiang Ziwen, whose eyes suddenly turned scarlet, Mu Jinglu stared at Jiang Ziwen for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "It's dead." ”

With a crisp sound, the necklace in Jiang Ziwen's hand fell to the ground, and the pendant on the necklace touched the stone slab on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Dead? really dead. Jiang Ziwen, who was angry, suddenly became full of ashes, as if he had confirmed something, and seemed to have a look of disbelief.

Jiang Ziwen suddenly knelt on the ground, crying.

"He said that after joining the army, he would come back to me. He said that after earning money in the army, he would come back and take me around Kyushu. He also said... Woooooooo ”

A big man cried in public on the street.

Originally, Mujinglu was very dissatisfied with Jiang Ziwen's uncompetitive appearance, but now seeing Jiang Ziwen crying, Mujinglu didn't know where to start.

Jiang Ziwen's rudeness to the pastoral path originally made Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu a little angry, but Jiang Ziwen's crying caught the two off guard, and they looked at Jiang Ziwen with surprise and sympathy.

"Brother Zhang said that he hopes I can bring his bones back and bury them in Wuxian. Mu Jinglu said, turning his hands over, and a ruler-long black box appeared in Mu Jinglu's hand. What is contained inside is Zhang Qiu's ashes.

Jiang Ziwen raised his head with tears on his face, took the urn in Mu Jinglu's hand with trembling hands, and caressed it for a long time before standing up and walking silently out of the city.

Mu Jinglu frowned slightly, then turned around and nodded, motioning for the witch Gu who had been subdued by Mu Jinglu, as well as Xie Bi'an and Fan Wuxu, to follow. As for the strange old man and the child who were still following the pastoral path, the pastoral path did not take much care.

Wuxian country is not big, except for the only city that covers an area of about 100 miles, which is Wushan, which stretches for thousands of miles outside the city. Although the city is not as prosperous as the city of a state, the population density is very large, and the entire city is full of people, and there are even many strangers.

But after all, it is within the territory of the state, and even if there are aliens, they are some not very strange humanoid races, and they are not too different from humans. Except for most of the strangely dressed people of Wuxian Kingdom, almost all of the rest were people who came to trade or prepared to search for medicinal herbs in Wushan.

The reason why Mu Jinglu felt that the people of Wuxian were dressed strangely was because the people of Wuxian were dressed like some ethnic minorities in the Yanhuang Kingdom that Mu Jinglu had seen in his previous life, and the whole body was covered with gold and silver jewelry, and the service was also very cumbersome.

When Mujinglu and the others just walked out of the west gate of Wuxian City, a group of people who were about the same number as Mujinglu's group, but who were more gorgeous, appeared in Wuxian.

Following the steps of the silent Jiang Ziwen, Mu Jinglu and others stepped into the territory of Wushan. Above Wushan, it is almost too far away from most of the mountains and forests in Kyushu, and the lush forests and the occasional small river that shuttles between the mountains and forests make Wushan look like a paradise.

After only crossing a river, Mu Jinglu and the others followed Jiang Ziwen to a hill on the outskirts of Wushan. It is said that it is a hill, but it is only relatively speaking, this hill is hundreds of zhang high, and in the previous life of the pasture road, it was already considered a mountain.

Halfway up the hill, a wooden house sits in it.

The wooden house seems to have not been repaired for a long time and looks very dilapidated. Outside the hut were several huge clay pots, and the water inside looked so clear and tight. It's just that the rotten wood and leaves at the bottom of the clay pot make people unwilling to swallow at will.

In the backyard of the wooden house, there is a small cave, about two or three square inches in size. In the cave, it looked very dilapidated, full of weeds and chores, except for a square table five or six feet long, which was wiped down unusually clean. There are a lot of fruits and sweets on the table.

On the innermost side of the table, there is a tablet with the inscription: The Tomb of Loving Father Zhang Qiu. Looking at the tablet surrounded by a puff of green smoke, Mujinglu's head roared. Jiang Ziwen already knew that Zhang Qiu was dead?

Jiang Ziwen respectfully put the urn handed to him by Mu Jinglu behind the tablet, and then put a pillar of incense on the tablet again, and then came to the futon in front of the tablet and knelt down, kowtowing constantly.

Stumbling, Jiang Ziwen cried again.

"Two years ago, when the rune stone of life left by my father was shattered, I knew that my father was dead. After Jiang Ziwen finished saluting, he sobbed and whispered: "My father said before joining the army that if one day his life rune stone is broken, let us open Wuxian Kingdom and go to our own rivers and lakes." ”

But his father didn't know that Ziwen didn't want to go into any rivers and lakes. I just hope that my father can live in peace and happiness with himself for the rest of his life. ”

"What immortality, what shattered void, for me, has no meaning. ”

"For two years, I have been drunk and dreaming of death, but I am lucky and don't want to wait for my father's bad news. But..."

Jiang Ziwen said, the low sobbing turned into a howl again. The miserable cry echoed around Wushan, startling many birds and beasts to fly.

"Ziwen mourns. The pasture path gently patted Jiang Ziwen's shoulder, and sighed slightly: "Brother Zhang must not want to see you like this now." ”

Looking at Jiang Ziwen in front of him, who was similar to himself, Brother Zhang shouted a little in response.

After a long time, Jiang Ziwen, who was crying loudly, finally recovered a little, sobbed slightly, and asked in a very cold voice: "Who killed my father?"

Mu Jinglu looked at Jiang Ziwen with some concern, and said in a deep voice: "Ziwen, Brother Zhang..."

"Uncle, tell me, who killed my father?"

Jiang Ziwen interrupted the pasture path, and his voice became more and more gloomy. The chilling killing intent made the pasture road a little frightened.

As for why Jiang Ziwen believes so much that Mu Jinglu is Zhang Qiu's friend, it is because of the necklace that Mu Jinglu presented. That necklace is extremely ordinary, even in the eyes of mortals, it is not worth the food of ordinary people in a day.

Although the value of the necklace is low, it is very meaningful. This straw necklace was a very ordinary, even worthless jade that Jiang Ziwen picked up when he was young, and he strung it up and gave it to his father.

Since Zhang Qiu handed over this necklace to Mu Jinglu, he told Jiang Ziwen that Mu Jinglu was Zhang Qiu's most trusted person.

Seeing Zhang Qiu like this, a feeling of guilt rose in Mu Jinglu's heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Because of protecting me, Brother Zhang can..."

"Uncle, who killed my father?"

Jiang Ziwen was still kneeling, and suddenly turned his head to look at the pastoral path, there was no disrespect for the pastoral path in his eyes, but there was a strong hatred and killing intent. Mu Jinglu could feel that Jiang Ziwen's hatred and killing intent were not directed at him, but looking at Jiang Ziwen's appearance now, Mu Jinglu felt a little unbearable.

"Liu Zhen, the young master of the Emperor's Gate!" Mu Jinglu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke up and told Jiang Ziwen about the person who killed Zhang Qiu.

After Jiang Ziwen heard this, he did not have the impulse in the phenomenon of the pastoral path, but squeezed his fists fiercely, and the green tendons between his arms and neck jumped high.

Jiang Ziwen slowly turned his head, stared at Zhang Qiu's urn and tablet, and then kowtowed his head fiercely.

With a muffled bang, Jiang Ziwen fell to the ground and swore in a deep voice: "Father, don't worry, this revenge will not be avenged, Ziwen will not die!"

"Ziwen!" Mu Jinglu hurriedly stepped forward to help Jiang Ziwen, and said with some distress: "Brother Zhang's hatred is mine, you don't have to be like this." ”

"Liu Zhen has already made a mortal enmity with me, either I die or he dies. Mu Jinglu looked at Jiang Ziwen and said: "Brother Zhang has been in the army for more than ten years, all in order to make Ziwen live a better life, and he definitely didn't want to let Ziwen fall into such a big hatred, Ziwen..."

Jiang Ziwen stood up with the support of the pastoral path, and respectfully bowed his hand to the pastoral path: "Uncle, Ziwen is not a big hero who stands up to the sky. Although Ziwen was picked up by his father, his father's love for Ziwen is deeper than that of any biological parent in the world who treats his own children. If you can't repay your kindness, it's already unkind and unjust. If revenge cannot be avenged, then Ziwen is ashamed to live between heaven and earth. ”

Mu Jinglu looked at Jiang Ziwen for a long time, and then patted Jiang Ziwen on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhang can have a son like you, thinking about Brother Zhang is enough to be blind. Pastoral trail smiled, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

"Ziwen, if you don't dislike it, can I take you as an apprentice?" Mu Jinglu looked at Jiang Ziwen with a chuckle, waiting for Jiang Ziwen's reply.

Jiang Ziwen didn't hesitate, and knelt on his knees, "Father witnesses, Ziwen worships his uncle as a teacher." ”

There were nine muffled sounds in a row, Jiang Ziwen's forehead was broken, but there was no obstruction on the pasture path. Because from Jiang Ziwen's eyes, Mu Jinglu saw not only hatred, but also tenacity.