"Little Er, let's have a pot of drunken flowers!"

A voice sounded from Zhang Mu's side, and one of the two young men sitting at the small table came from it.

These two people are in their twenties, both of them are majestic and have extraordinary temperaments, and they have attracted a lot of attention not long after they sat down.

"Weller, come right away."

Zhang Mu's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, and then he turned around and came to the back as usual, brought out a pot of wine and sent it over, and continued to be busy with other things.

He could see at a glance that those two were cultivators, and he didn't know if they were from Qingyunmen.

Whether it's or not, you have to pay attention, maybe it's an opportunity.

Zhang Mu was busy as if nothing had happened, and two quarters of an hour later, the two young men got up to settle the bill and left, and a faint light shot out of Zhang Mu's palm and fell on the two of them.

After that, he remained in the inn and did not leave until it was time to rest.

In the deep mountains where the fog rose dozens of miles away, two spiritual lights, one red and one green, appeared, and the two young men who had been to the Cloud Inn were driving the magic weapon on their way.

In the faint mist, a wisp of dark mist floated by, slowly following behind the two, and it was Zhang Mu who chased after him according to the previous tracking method.

"Look at their direction, it is indeed the people of Qingyunmen, let's go with them to explore first."

Zhang Mu followed unhurriedly, and in a blink of an eye, the clouds began to thicken, like a ball of cotton huddled together, a white expanse.

In the depths of the clouds and mist, I faintly saw several towering giant shadows into the clouds, and the melodious bells were the mountain gates of Qingyunmen.

The two people in front of them began to descend, flying towards one of the peaks, and their aura became more and more restrained, vigilant to their surroundings.

Fortunately, the two of them are from Qingyunmen, and they don't care much about the eyes in the dark, so naturally they don't find the latent Zhang Curtain.

But he didn't get much closer, Zhang Mu suddenly noticed a palpitation, he floated still in the void, and a burst of sword light shot from the other direction, falling in front of the two of them.

The sword light converged, revealing a middle-aged man with a big figure and no smiles.

"Uncle Cangsong!"

The faces of the two young men changed greatly, and they were in fear to see each other, Cang Song was in charge of the punishment in the door, and they were naturally a little afraid.

"You two went out of the mountain without permission, right?" Cang Song's face was old-fashioned and looked a little grim.

"We ......" The two stammered, they were greedy for the food under the mountain, and this time they couldn't help but run out to satisfy themselves, but they didn't expect to be bumped into by Cang Song, and they really didn't know what to say for a while.

"Humph! You two will take the punishment yourself, depending on what the rules are. ”

"Yes, yes......"

The two of them were sweating profusely and left with frustrated faces.

Cang Song didn't care about the two, but looked at them suspiciously a few times before leaving in a burst of light.

Soon, a figure appeared behind a big tree, looked at the direction where Cang Song left, and said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the first of the several peaks is at least the Great Grandmaster realm, and this Cangsong is the best among them, and he almost saw through my invisibility."

Zhang Mu turned into mist again, secretly probing the nearby situation, and found that it was still difficult to sneak into the core area, let alone go to Tongtian Peak to find the Zhuxian Sword.

"You really have to have an identity."

A helpless reality made Zhang Mu retreat, it was difficult for him to sneak in silently at the moment, and it was necessary to have an internal identity.

Back at the inn, Zhang Mu pondered and meditated, there was no good way, it was difficult for the people of Qingyunmen to come to this town, and they still had to take the initiative to attack.

At this moment, he can follow the example of Pu Zhi to slaughter the whole town to attract the attention of Qingyunmen, thinking that his qualifications will make many people compete for it.

But looking at the town where he had lived for more than half a month, Zhang Mu was still a little unable to do anything, resigned and left that day, telling others that he asked for Xian to ask, and left Laiyun Town in the eyes of many people looking at them like fools.

The method he chose was to pretend to be a mortal who wanted to cultivate, and came from all over the world to join Qingyunmen.

This time, he sealed all his cultivation, and the special nature of his physical body was also covered up, and he really became a mortal.

In the winding mountain road, Zhang Mu raised his head and exhaled, feeling the weakness coming from his body, and said to himself: "It seems that I am still not ruthless enough, and I am not an evil demon." ”

He shook his head again, "Principles are necessary, what is it to kill those who have no power to resist?" It's simply demeaning yourself. ”

Zhang Mu found a reason to comfort himself, otherwise he would not be able to use all his cultivation at the moment, which would probably make him extremely uncomfortable.

This time, in order not to be seen as a little problem, Zhang Mu combined the Dark Spirit Body, the Bundle of Divine Silk, and the Trapped God Seal to cover up all the traces of cultivation, and at this moment he was as weak as a mortal.

In other words, someone with a little strength can kill him at this moment, and this feeling of weakness and powerlessness is a bit overwhelming.

The distance that he had originally flown in half an hour, Zhang Mu walked for more than two days, crossed many mountains, crossed mountain streams, and crossed thorns......

For more than a hundred miles, Zhang Mu was bitten by wild beasts and almost bitten by poisonous insects, and when he stood at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, he was already in rags.

"Damn, it's really self-inflicted, but for the sake of the fairy sword, I endured it first."

Zhang Mu muttered in his heart, took blistering steps, and walked heavily towards the mountain.

"This is the body of a mortal, it's really fragile, and I can't bear it after walking for a while."

Feeling the pain from the blisters under his feet, Zhang Mu's brows furrowed slightly, still a little uncomfortable.

"I'm a mortal seeker now......"

Zhang Mu kept reminding himself that the look in his eyes changed, a firm look appeared, and there were emotions such as yearning, surprise, and excitement when he saw the beautiful scenery of the fairy mountain in front of him.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that Zhang Mu climbed a section and came to a section of white jade stone steps, and a stone tablet next to the stone steps was written "Qingyunmen"

Whoosh!

As soon as he glanced at it, three figures appeared on the steps, stopped in front of him, took the lead with a long sword, and coldly scolded: "This is where the gate is, outsiders are not allowed to enter, who are you?" ”

Zhang Mu's eyes widened, and his unkempt eyes were full of excitement: "Are you the legendary immortals?" Haha, I finally found it! ”

Seeing the beggar in front of him looking crazy, the vigilance in the eyes of the sword-wielding young man turned into disdain: "It turned out to be a mortal who tried to ask the immortals in vain." ”

They will see a lot of this kind of people every year, Qingyunmen is the leader of the righteous path, and the people who come here are naturally endless, it can be said that there are all kinds of people, and they are so familiar with the disciples who guard the mountain gate that they can't be more familiar.

"Go back, Qingyunmen doesn't beckon disciples now, and besides, you're older."

The sword-wielding young man said indifferently, how can Qingyunmen be so close, and those who can enter the door are basically twice as good as they are qualified, and most of them enter when they are children, and it is not appropriate for Zhang Mu to look at it this way.

"Senior brother, I am wholeheartedly Taoist, please give me a chance, let me in." Zhang Mu did not flinch at all, nor could he back down.

"Hmph, since you don't listen to good words and persuasions, just wait here to see if there is any uncle who can take a fancy to you!"

The sword-wielding young man saw Zhang Mu's thoughts and sneered: "Don't get close to the steps, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”