Zhang Zefang turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, and as soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly turned his head and said with a serious face: "By the way, inform the people in the village, Longshan in the north of the village must not be approached!" ”

Wu Chengxi nodded and agreed, this advice is also the village rule of Wujia Village in the past hundred years, even if Zhang Zefang does not remind him, no one dares to rush into the mountain.

"Master, where are you going?" Wu Zhiyuan saw Zhang Zefang stepping out of the threshold in front of him, and he was reluctant for a while. In his heart, he had already regarded Zhang Zefang as his master.

"I'll go to Qingdao City to find my junior brother Yu Yisu." Zhang Zefang smiled kindly, he suddenly felt that he and Wu Zhiyuan had an inextricable fate, even if they were not masters and apprentices, they could be old friends.

"When will we see each other again?" Wu Zhiyuan's eyes were moist, as if he was about to cry. In just three days of getting along, Wu Zhiyuan's feelings for Zhang Zefang, a life-saving benefactor, are comparable to that of his biological parents.

Zhang Zefang lowered his head, a trace of sadness flashed on his face, and he suddenly raised his head and smiled: "I will see you again if I have fate!" After saying that, he no longer hesitated and walked away. Looking at the gate of the courtyard, Wu Zhiyuan's heart was empty and lost.

Now Zhang Zefang has a matter on his mind, and he has devoted himself to the matter of chasing Yu Yisu. In fact, this time I was ordered by the master to go down the mountain, mainly to recover the treasure of the town sect Maoshan Treasure Mirror stolen by Yu Yisu, as for whether he can be arrested and returned to the master's door, it is secondary, and now it has been three days, I don't know if Yu Yisu is still having fun in Yihong Courtyard. If he had run out of money and gone elsewhere, the problem would be tricky. Thinking of this, Zhang Zefang hurriedly raised his true qi, and the divine footwork on his feet suddenly accelerated.

On the silent mountain road, Zhang Zefang's figure was like a black lightning bolt, galloping past.

At midnight, all the sounds are silent, the distant starlight dots the deep blue night sky, this road that winds from Wujia Village to Qingdao City, a figure staggered forward, only to see him on a wooden stick, carrying a burden, the night mountain road is particularly difficult to walk, he gasped from time to time.

This person is Wu Zhiyuan, it turned out that he wanted to worship Zhang Zefang as a teacher, but he also understood the distress of his parents, so after Zhang Zefang left, he lay on the kang tossing and turning, difficult to sleep, and finally he thought of a way that he thought was the best of both worlds, that is, he only learned art but did not enter the Maoshan Gate, so that he got his long-favorite Maoshan Taoism, and did not have to worry about the inheritance of the ancestry.

After making up his mind, he left a note for his parents, took a few seasonal clothes, and quietly slipped out of the house and embarked on this rugged path to Qingdao. Every year he followed his father into town, so the road was not new to him.

The air was very cold on the autumn night, Wu Zhiyuan was shivering from the cold, but when he thought of seeing Zhang Zefang soon, he was excited, opened his baggage, took out a piece of clothing and put it on his body, and continued to move forward.

Wu Zhiyuan was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with Zhang Zefang, so he didn't dare to rest, and he drove all night, even so, when he arrived in Qingdao City, it was already the morning of the next day.

Qingdao City in the early days of the Republic of China was only a small city, but for Wu Zhiyuan, a poor boy who had lived in a mountain village for a long time, there was no doubt that Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. The bustling flow of people, the hawkers, the tall buildings, as far as the eye can see, only to feel dazzled.

In the vast sea of people, where to find it? Wu Zhiyuan regretted it a little, and he realized that he had seen the problem too simply.

Alone, wandering aimlessly on the street, he did not dare or be embarrassed to ask passers-by, because he felt that he was a head shorter than anyone on the street, which was an innate inferiority complex. In fact, when Wu Zhiyuan was at home, he could already be on his own, and he could do the work in the farm by himself, but the only thing he lacked was cognitive vision. When he came to this city, he felt like a frog at the bottom of a well, and everything he saw was new.

Until sunset, Wu Zhiyuan did not see Zhang Zefang's shadow. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. Wu Zhiyuan touched his rumbling belly and squatted weakly on the steps of the door of a storefront. I didn't sleep all night on the road last night, and now I leaned my head on the door frame, Wu Zhiyuan forgot about the hunger in his stomach and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept this night, Wu Zhiyuan was in a daze and heard the sound of someone running in the distance, as if he was still shouting "Just in front, catch him".

Wu Zhiyuan woke up suddenly, and hit a clever one, the first reaction was that his parents brought the villagers to arrest him back, so he crawled like he was asleep, and crawled into a pile of rotten grass in the alley, the cat shrank inward, and his back suddenly touched a thing, soft, as if it was a person, "Ah-" Wu Zhiyuan was startled, and couldn't help but cry out.

But the word "ah" was only half called, and the person inside covered Wu Zhiyuan's mouth with his hand, leaned his right index finger against his mouth, and made a long sound of "shhh", signaling Wu Zhiyuan not to make a sound.

Wu Zhiyuan nodded, the man put his hand down, and Wu Zhiyuan asked quietly, "Are they...... To get yours? ”

The man was looking out into the street through the sparse cracks in the grass, and he didn't look back at the words. Wu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue asking, when the man waved back and whispered, "Don't speak." ”

Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to squeak, and looked at this person through the dim street light that penetrated the grass. I saw that he was facing away from him, with short flat hair and a straight back, and his body should be similar to his age.

At this time, the footsteps at the mouth of the alley suddenly started, and there were no less than a dozen people listening to the sound, a few of them were carrying torches, and a few of them were still copying guys, menacing, and they were by no means good.

"It's strange, I saw the kid surnamed Du running here! Could it be that he still has wings and can fly? One of the people in the crowd said.

"Anyway, he can't run away this time, the boss said, if you can't catch the living, you can die." Another voice in the crowd said.

"Ouch!" At this moment, the man in the haystack, as everyone called him, called Du, cried out as if he could not bear the pain, and the voice was not loud, but it was clear in the silent night.

"Who? Come out! "Boy, I know you're in there!" "You can't run away this time!" The crowd suddenly became agitated, and everyone stretched out their arms and slowly approached the haystack.

The danger is imminent, the situation is critical, and the sentence "If you can't catch the living, the dead will be successful" directly shows that they want to put the person surnamed Du in front of them to death, which also made Wu Zhiyuan have the determination to act bravely, and suddenly his blood surged, and he suddenly stood up from the grass.

"It's me!"