In the end, it is the best special offering of the mountain god pool palace in the legend, a golden pill that washes the marrow and cuts the bones enters the stomach, as if a fire is burning, it turns into liquid flowing in the stomach, as if the source of heat, towards the surroundings of a steady stream, I was uncomfortably smoked by the heat, sweating, at first I pretended to be quite graceful and walked for a while, but did not get out of the bamboo forest, then knelt down in the mud, and kept burping.

Yang Zhixiu didn't make such an approachable appearance, and his thirsty appearance made people's hearts empty, so the miscellaneous hair trail suspected that there was something strange in this golden pill for washing the marrow and cutting bones, so he didn't eat it, but I didn't care about it because I had the golden silkworm Gu of the king of ten thousand poisons in my belly, and I ate it in one bite, only to know what it meant to be "void without supplementation", dizzy, hot, and ashamed and depressed by the initiator of the miscellaneous hair trail.

After laughing, he helped me sit down on the side of the road, and he was not busy going to Liu Xuedao to get the task, so he would rest for a while.

I sat on the side of the road with Zamao Xiaodao, and the little boy in Tsing Yi, who had come to greet us, walked past us with a bamboo basket on his back, looked at us curiously, did not speak, and left in a small tune. This guy is also a heartless person, his own master is so worried about the master who infiltrated Maoshan that his hair is gray, but the tone of this gray magpie makes me want to pee - too rhythmic!

I rested for about half an hour, and the heat that I felt like a wandering thief in my body was finally slowly disappearing, and there seemed to be something in my heart that was about to move, but in the end I couldn't reach the kick that came to the door, and I couldn't climb up.

I lamented in my heart, could it be that this one Yang Zhixiu gave us was that defective product? If this marrow cleansing and bone cutting golden pill can wake up the fat worm, I'm afraid I still have to thank him. But now, we only have the rhythm of wiping our mouths after eating.

To tell the truth, Yang Zhixiu should have spent a lot of thought on this residence, the scenery is so beautiful that people are immersed in it, and they are reluctant to leave, the reason why Chen Zhaohong asked us to use the paper armor horse before was because he was afraid of delaying Yang Zhixiu's precious time, and as for how we went back, he didn't care. No one cares, we are too lazy to go, sitting on the periphery of this bamboo forest is so uncomfortable, at more than nine o'clock in the morning, the sun rises in front of us, I saw Elder Mei Lang from in front of us stepping on a paper armor horse walking, he also seemed to see me and the miscellaneous hair trail, at that time was stunned, with a strange expression on his face, a panicked expression, almost planted into the bamboo forest, provoked me and the miscellaneous hair trail Ha Lu Ha Da Lang laughed.

As a result, after a while, someone came out to bombard us, and the one who came was the little girl who poured tea for us before, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao cheekily asked the name of the person, but the girl's innocent eyes looked at the heart and panicked, and the most helpless couldn't sit still, and pulled me away stupidly.

It took more than half an hour to walk from Yang Zhixiu's residence to the valley plain, and when we walked to the avenue, martial law was still going on, and we were interrogated, but the yellow-faced man Zhu Rui came in the distance, and the third-generation disciple of Qingchi Palace, who was in charge of duty, was he a good lesson, and he was held accountable for being blind? Can't even recognize the famous Uncle Xiao?

The third-generation disciple is also very good, relying on his ancestor Yang Zhixiu, he stalks his neck and Zhu Rui to the cow, saying what about Uncle Xiao? Now that martial law is imposed, except for the true disciples of the sect and the disciples of the torture hall, everyone is not allowed to enter and leave the various intersections of Maoshan at will, and violators will be killed.

As he said this, Zhu Rui's face showed a malicious smile, saying "Kill? You have the ability to do this, so take it out and take a look?

was forced to Liangshan by Zhu Rui, and the disciple was also a little annoyed, squeezed his eyes at his companion next to him, and asked him to call someone over to suppress the field. Miscellaneous Xiaodao didn't have the heart to worry about these little people, clapped his hands, and smiled at the three generations of disciples who were stubborn on the outside but had already been terrified in their hearts, and said that we were instructed by the person who said that we would join the master team formed by the Maoshan Torture Hall to assist in investigating matters related to the killing of Elder Mao.

The shadow of the famous tree, it is naturally impossible for this third-generation disciple not to know that the most popular miscellaneous path in the past few days, just now he was just stubborn, but now that he has the steps down, he naturally said twice, saying that since Uncle Xiao said so, he naturally won't lie to me, please first.

Zhu Rui led us out of the main road, looked back at the two Qingchi Palace disciples guarding the crossing, and said happily: "These guys seem to have eyes in the sky on weekdays, but today they finally ate a deflated, ha, haha, it's really happy!" Miscellaneous Xiaodao followed beside him, frowned and said, "Senior Brother Zhu, are they really so bad?" ”

Zhu Rui nodded, and said that you don't know the way, the disciples of Qingchi Palace are so arrogant and arrogant that they want to beat them up. These two have no ability, and their seniority is low, so they will swallow their anger, if they change Chen Zhaohong's guys, they will definitely not give up.

Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao shook his head and sighed, the power of the example is infinite, and the reason why the disciples of Qingchi Palace are like this has a lot to do with the master above their heads.

Zhu Rui's emotions also went fast, took our hands, and said excitedly: "Before, we were still hesitating, saying that the master who can kill the real person of the fire, we are nothing more than a dead word, and now that the speaker has invited you to join, it can be regarded as a layer of protection, Xiao Ming, do you remember, if I really have something to do, senior brother, your flying sword must remember to come and save me?" ”

Miscellaneous Xiaodao smiled, said that it was natural, and then asked Zhu Rui where to go next?

Zhu Rui asked if we had breakfast, and the miscellaneous hair shook his head and said no, and I had a marrow washing and bone cutting golden pill, and my whole body was steaming, where would I be hungry, so I said no. The two disagreed, and the third person, Zhu Rui, said that he didn't eat either, so find a place to fill his stomach first. So saying, he led us to a small settlement on the left side of the valley plain, where there were fifty or so families, responsible for the harvest of crops in the valley plain, the food for the hundreds of people up and down the whole Maoshan Mountain, and others—of course, some other small quantities of goods that could be brought from outside the mountain.

Naturally, there will be transactions where people gather, there are restaurants, and there are also breakfast shops, and the transactions here are relatively primitive and all bookkeeping.

Hot roasted pork, stinky cowpeas, crucian carp jelly and a large pot of white porridge, I don't know how Lu Dao came up with these delicacies in the morning, Zamao Xiaodao and Zhu Rui ate happily, their mouths were oily, watching them drink white porridge with a huge bowl, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and asked Zhu Rui suspiciously, saying that we don't have a task, why are we not busy, but so idle?

Zhu Rui wiped his mouth and said that the emperor is not bad for hungry soldiers, and if there is any more, do you think you really expect you to check the traces of the murderer? What are the Eight King Kongs under Elder Liu's seat for? Now that martial law is everywhere, and then the entire Maoshan upper and lower magic circles are opened, and the torture hall has gathered famous masters from the sect, divided into more than ten teams, combing from head to toe, from east to west like a comb, first eliminating the possible places, and then making other means of analysis - the task we received is on the side of the tomb mountain, and there are two more people coming over in a while, we have to wait here for a while.

I nodded, said oh, and then ordered the old lady of the breakfast shop to bring a big bowl, scooped a big bowl of porridge, and drank it with a snort.

After about ten minutes, two more people came, one of them was an acquaintance, the bearded Pang Huasen, and the other beautiful little Daogu was a little shy, soft-spoken, and her face turned red before she spoke, Zhu Rui introduced to us, saying that she was a disciple of Yinghua Zhenren, Xiao Ming, do you remember?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was moved, saying that you are Zhang Xinyi? The girl's eyes lit up and she said, Senior Brother Xiao, do you still remember me?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao laughed and said My aunt's little sister, why can't I recognize it? At that time, I watched you grow up, and when you left Maoshan, you might only be a few years older than Baozi, right? The delicate little girl doesn't like to talk, and sometimes she doesn't talk for a day, and she worries my aunt's master......

Saying these words, the dares are all old acquaintances, everyone is ready to stop, and then leave this gathering place and walk towards the back mountain.

The grave mountain we want to inquire about is not the cemetery where we visited Tao Tingqian last time, this Maoshan has survived for hundreds of thousands of years, and there are many children in the past generations, and there are not many places where Tao Tao can be buried in the feng shui treasure of Tao Tao when he dies, that is, Xu Xiumei is an elder, and he can only occupy a side position, so we are looking at the burial place of the ordinary disciples. But it doesn't matter, other grave mountains are gloomy and terrifying, and the Taoist priests who can do that supernatural ritual on this Mao Mountain grab a handful, this tomb mountain is naturally just a place with extremely beautiful scenery, we searched near this tomb mountain, and there was no harvest, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Rui received a message, saying that today is over, everyone go back to sleep first, and then stand by at night.

Miscellaneous hair trail said goodbye to all friends, and then returned to the Zhenling Hall with me, and took advantage of the effort to refine the golden pill of marrow washing and bone cutting, adding a lot of cultivation, needless to say. When it comes to practicing, I don't know the time, and before I know it, it's night again, Zhu Rui asked us to go to the torture hall for a meeting, and I got up early, washed a handful of cold water, and felt good all over my body, and walked out of the Zhenling Hall briskly.

But as I walked down the long steps, the smell of blood I had smelled the night before seemed to waft back.