The two of them, Cowherd and Hou Dazhuang, both have a substantive destination, which can be found by themselves according to the map, and everyone knows it. Mujian Mountain is different, the map can't be found, and people can't ask.

once asked Tong Zhen, Tong Zhen went to give him a small wooden sword, and bluntly said that if Mu Mu had spirituality, this small wooden sword would guide him to where he wanted to go.

Dao Mu lay on Ah Meng's back and played with the small wooden sword. The whole body is dark, with a strange woody fragrance, smooth and jade-like. The little wooden sword was dark and shiny, but it was not waxed and shiny. This is the result of countless people holding it in their hands and constantly warming it.

"As the lord of the mansion said, I'm afraid that I can already be psychic. Thinking of this, Dao Mu used his pastoral power, separated the spirit god, and channeled the spirit of the small wooden sword.

A quarter of an hour later, Dao Mu's eyes were dim, and his eyes were dry and painful. His face was pale, his forehead was sweaty, and his bangs were glued together. Sweat slid down his forehead, and he was slightly inhaled into his nose, which was spicy and itchy.

Dao Mu couldn't help sneezing a few times, a little bit, salty and astringent. The sneezing action was so loud that sweat slipped into his eyes, and he burst into tears.

"Hiss Woohoo ......"

The release of pastoral psychic is broken due to the exhaustion of pastoral power and the lack of spiritual stamina.

Dao Mu came back to his senses, sat up violently, and gasped for breath. Sweating profusely, itching unbearable, sweat stinking, Dao Mu snorted.

"Failed?!" Dao Mu's face was stunned, he had always been proud of his talent, but he couldn't handle a small wooden sword. Wouldn't it make the cowherd wait for the big strong, and the two sluts laughed off their big teeth.

Find a small river and wash away the sweat stains, only then can you feel a lot more comfortable.

Scooping up the robe that had been soaked for a long time, the purple and red animal flow through the palm of his hand, and poured onto the robe, as if there was a birdsong, and the robe was brilliant. With a gust of breeze slowly surrounding, it shook off a few more times, and the robe was dry.

The people of Zhitianfu are different from Cattle City, they have long been numb to the annual recruitment, and they are more and more cold to recruitment.

I asked dozens of people, half of them talked nonsense with Daomu, and half of them made Daomu cry and laugh the most. What to say, Mujian Mountain, this thing doesn't exist at all. Then sell all kinds of ancient books, unique pastoral skills, and sword tips to Daomu.

Along the way, I walked through more than a dozen small towns, and finally came to a big city, the ancient city of Fang.

"Stop!" a black-armored guard shouted to the priest.

Qiang Qiang, the black-armored guards all showed their swords, locked the Dao Mu Qi machine, and provoked passers-by to stop and watch.

"Young man, take out your identity document!"

A black-armored guard stepped out of the group and removed his helmet, but it was a middle-aged man with a beard and cheeks, and his eyes were like eagles. His eyes were intentional or unintentional, and he swept around Dao Mu. If there is none, I am afraid that he is a good knife hand.

Dao Mu wore a black and red robe, which was not those common styles and matches. But it is embroidered with the unique embroidery traces of weaving Tianfu, and its embroidery method is exquisite and simple, which is the first time for a middle-aged man to see in his life.

"Identity documents?" Dao Mu was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the black-armored guards immediately surrounded Dao Mu, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"But this thing?" Dao Mu behaved elegantly, unhurriedly, his hand spread out, and a black and gold waist card appeared in his palm.

Throwing it away at will, the middle-aged man hurriedly took over, slightly flustered. The black gold waist plate is engraved with a sword and a whip, engraved with dark lines, and there are five ancient characters behind the black gold medal, "Mu Jian Mountain" and "Dao Mu".

The black and gold waist card is in hand, weighing 10,000 catties, and it is cold and biting. After a while, the middle-aged man's hands were frosty, and they turned purple and black. A gust of demonic wind struck, freezing the middle-aged man, shivering all over.

The black-armored guard thought that Dao Mu was critical to the captain, and suddenly the sword was unsheathed, and the blade was sharp, just waiting for the middle-aged man to give an order.

"Uncle!"

"Give it back to me!"

Dao Mu's face changed slightly, and the black and gold waist cards were like demons. but recognize his master, and if others take possession, they will be harmed.

The middle-aged man seemed to be frozen and couldn't hear the voice of Daomu. Seeing that the soul fire was also invaded, Dao Mu had already made a clear breeze, and instantly walked in front of the middle-aged man, probed his hand like light, and took back the black and gold waist card.

The black-armored guards thought that Dao Mu was harming people, and the sword came to attack Dao Mu's key points everywhere and seal all Dao Mu's retreats.

Moo, Ah Meng pouted and glared, wanting to step on people. "Ah Meng!" Dao Mu shouted softly, "Don't hurt people too much, the cost of healing ordinary people is extremely high, and it makes the city guards ineffective!"

As he spoke, Dao Mu raised his hand and pinched his sword fingers, his body gushed red light and hot air, and his hair was golden and black, majestic and looming. The sword is like a fairy sword, like broken tofu, and it is aimed at the heart of the middle-aged man.

Moo, Ah Meng responded, turning into a wind, and the black-armored guards screamed again and again, flying back more than a thousand feet.

Jin Wu vomited essence inflammation, followed the passage of the herd's arm, and dipped into the middle-aged man's body to protect his heart. The essence is lingering, the heart is like a hot sun, and the blood is rolling and tumbling, like magma. The heat of the sun quickly dispelled the soul-devouring cold qi in the middle-aged man's body.

The black-armored guards on the city wall drew their bows and full moon, and the black-armored guards who had been forced to retreat by Ah Meng attacked again.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man came back to his senses, regardless of his weakness and weakness, and shouted at the black-armored guard, "Dao Gongzi is a disciple of Zhifu, and he will take back his weapons for Lao Tzu, so don't hurt your anger!"

Dao Mu has retreated to Ah Meng's back, and he can't even bear the smell of his own sweat, let alone other big men. Li Wenshi is a special case, her sweat is sweet, like sugar. Of course, Li Wenshi's sweat is not as delicious as her saliva.

Dao Mu realized that his thoughts had deviated, so he shook his head violently a few times, trying to calm down.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. Dao Mu raised his hand and saluted, with a graceful demeanor, "I don't hide it, I don't know the black and gold waist card, it's so weird." ”

At the beginning, Tong Jie sent a robe with a waist card, but she didn't mention it. Dao Mu also remembered the waist card, and he did not study it in detail, resulting in today's embarrassing situation.

"Those who don't know are not guilty, but the Taoist prince does not seek a teacher, and suddenly comes to Fang Gucheng?" The middle-aged man was dressed in a yellow, black and greasy substance, and he also felt that his smell was unpleasant, not frowning and frowning, but he still raised his hand to his nose from time to time to smell, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. "Occasionally, there are a lot of rumors about the Taoist son, but when they met today, they felt that the rumors were untrue. ”

"Uncle, I wanted to find the mountain gate directly, but no one told me where Mujian Mountain was. Dao Mu's face was full of bitterness, and he subconsciously took out a candy, whenever this happens, only the sweetness of the candy made by the Weaver Girl can dispel the bitterness. "Uncle, do you know where Mujian Mountain is located?"

"Hehe......" The middle-aged man hugged his helmet and smiled embarrassedly, "To be honest, there used to be a Mujian Mountain in Zhitianfu, but no one knew where it was. "I feel that I have been blessed by misfortune and have cultivated to a higher level, and I owe some things to the Taoist pastor.

"Excuse me. Dao Mu saluted again and called Ah Meng into the city.

"Dao Gongzi!" The middle-aged man turned his head suddenly, looked at the background of Dao Mu and shouted, "You can go to the City Lord's Mansion and find the old City Lord to ask, maybe he knows!"

Dao Mu didn't reply, raised his hand and waved his hand, indicating that he understood. One man and one beast, in the stunned gaze of the black-armored guards and passers-by, disappeared at the end of the street.

"I happened to hear that this recruitment is new, there is a famous Taoist pastor, born as an executioner, and he abandoned his sword to follow the pastor, I don't know if it is him?"

"This son has a pair of demonic blood eyes, but he was born with a majestic pastoral aura, which is really peculiar. ”

“......”

The black-armored guards were well-trained to disperse the do-gooders, and the gates were quickly restored to order.

The middle-aged man couldn't speak for a long time, "My lord!" and patted him on the shoulder a few times before returning to his soul. Looking around at the brothers' clothes and armor, I felt that they were all right.

Raising his dirty hand and touching the hole in his heart, the middle-aged man was covered in a cold sweat, thinking back to that time, he was still afraid.

"If the legend of Mujian Mountain is true, this killing god worships Mujian Mountain. The middle-aged man muttered to himself while picking at the hole in his breastplate, "This day, I'm afraid I'm going to collapse ......"

"What do you say, sir?" asked a squad leader.

"Boss, aren't you afraid of a freshman disciple?" said the other squad leader with a smile, the eyes under the helmet were full of smiles.

"You seem to have forgotten what I told you not long ago, ......" A gust of wind struck, and the middle-aged man only felt his neck cold. Subconsciously, I couldn't help but shrink my neck. "Adjudication dungeons, massacres of massacre!"

The "hiss......" squad leaders seemed to think of something, and they called him a Taoist son from their own boss, and the word "Daomu" seemed to be on the back of the black and gold waist card.

"Is that him?"

"Blood-eyed butcher, Dao Mu?!"

The team leaders were interested, ignoring the middle-aged man's sweat and dirt, and the smell of vomiting, and gathered around the middle-aged man one by one. The other black-armored guards had subtle eyes in their eyes, and they all listened with pricked ears.

"Who else but him?" The middle-aged man raised his hand and knocked on his breastplate, and with a heavy click, his finger was pierced, "You, who can pierce your fingers?"

The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the more right he became, and Dao Mu turned into a golden crow behind him, spitting out essence flames, afraid that it was not the fire of the sun.

"Dao Mu slaughtered the entire prison, and in front of the lord of the mansion, he took away the body of the golden crow. ”

"It is rumored that the shadow rat that terrified the above has an inextricable relationship with Daomu. ”

“......”

The black-armored guards were reluctant, hoping that the captains would drift away. Intense curiosity is aroused, but it is not satisfied, like someone who keeps scratching your heart with a feather.

I didn't plan to stay here for too long, after Dao Mu entered the city, he heard a few passers-by and went straight to the city lord's mansion, hoping to get some clues from the old city lord.

In the middle of the ancient city, a big mansion stands proudly, with a golden carved dragon with beams and pillars, luxurious and magnificent, but the town is lucky.

"Ten directions are not ancient...... Daomu looks at the door plaque, only four bronzing characters, different from other house door plaques.

Ten directions is actually a Buddhist term, which originally referred to the ten directions in Buddhism. That is, heaven, earth, east, west, south, north, birth, death, past, and future.

Ancient refers to the wind of ancient society. Not ancient, that is, it means that people are treacherous and mean, and there is no simplicity of the ancients. Nowadays, it is mostly used to lament the corruption of the social atmosphere.

"It's kind of interesting. Thinking of this, Dao Mu couldn't help but admire, daring to hang this plaque at the door of the house, I am afraid that it is an interesting old man.

Before Fang came to the door, he hadn't let the black-armored guards report it.

Creak, the door opened, and out came an old man, dressed in a glorious robe, wearing gold and silver, luxurious and extraordinary.

"Senior, but the city lord?"

"Childe, but Daomu?"

The two looked at each other, spoke in unison, and had a play.