After several rounds, Dao Mu finally found the Zhitian Mansion in the bustling streets of the city. One man and one beast, looking up at the door plaque, counted the breath, and then climbed the steps.

"Who?" the two guards raised their hands to block, their eyes cold and cold like swords.

"Zhifu, disciple of Mu Jian Mountain, Dao Mu. "After a few experiences, Daomu no longer accepts black and gold waist cards, as long as he wears black and gold waist cards, others will recognize them.

The two of them swept their eyes over the black and gold waist cards, their eyes shimmered, and they exchanged words with each other before letting go and returning to their places. Seeing this, Ah Meng didn't need Daomu to speak, and had already opened his little thick legs.

Enquire about the room.

Surrounded by the Qing River, backed by green mountains, 33 zhang high. The pavilion water stands in all directions, but there is only a big house at the foot of the mountain, weaving the Tianfu intelligence agency, and the branch set up by the inquiry sword.

"If you engage in intelligence, you can't see the light of day. is also so fresh and refined, I am afraid that there is only one Zhitianfu. Daomu Ameng stepped on the Nanmu wind and rain bridge, nine forks in the road in front of him, and walked straight to the inquiry room without saying a word.

There is a monument in front of the door, which reads, "Seeking the heavens and the earth, knowing everything." This monument gave the suspicious Taoist pastor a dose of heart strengthening medicine.

"Senior Brother Dao, Senior Brother sees that you are confused, why don't you come in and talk about your heart?"

Before the Taoist arrived, the inquiry room had already come, and his tone was not an old man, I was afraid that he was inquiring about the sword Jieqing.

Jumping off Ah Meng's back, a man and a beast crossed the threshold, and a funny scene came into view. I didn't see a young man in black lying in a rocking chair, unable to see through his bone age, and his expression was casual and lazy. The room was obviously cool and comfortable, still waving a fan, and had no intention of getting up.

"Sit. The black man raised his hand and pointed to a rocking chair beside him, which was an empty table, an extra pot of hot tea, various desserts, and sweets. "In addition to the location of Mujian Mountain, you can't ask or say, and the other questions of Senior Brother Dao depend on my mood to answer. ”

"Can you give me a hint?" Dao Mu sat in the rocking chair, swallowed three sugars in a row, and then lay down satisfied. It's like returning to my mother's arms, warm and full of security, the whole person is relaxed, and all pores are stretched. "The lord of the mansion ordered, can't you say it?"

"The hint is already obvious, Senior Brother Dao is not confident in himself. The young man in black turned around sharply, and with a bang, a black iron waist card fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother An Ran, you seem to know ......me very well," Dao Mu's eyes swept over, and he roughly understood, "Just now in the streets of Sanshi, a bald-haired old gangster wants to sell me ambergris, and asks Senior Brother An where he comes from." "Dao Mu now thinks that the old gangster should be the one who inquires about the sword.

"What?!" An Ran jumped up and swept away in a lazy manner, "But the old man who smokes a hookah, has big black teeth, and only has a handful of hair left, and calls himself Lao Bai?"

"Senior Brother An Ran, why are you excited?" Dao Mu got up and sat up straight, slowly and leisurely, pouring himself tea, his demeanor was elegant, and he was not in a hurry, "Lao Bai is not the old-timer you inquired about the sword?"

"He is a real dragon, an old white dragon who has been entrenched in Muxing Mountain for an unknown number of years!" An Ran lost his sense of proportion, pacing around Daomu, sometimes closing the fan, sometimes opening the fan, "Go, go, go...... Senior Brother Dao, don't eat sugar, don't drink tea!

If you can get a piece of ambergris from the old white dragon. You and I have reached the pinnacle of life, it's not a dream!" said that, An Ran couldn't help it, and pulled Dao Mu up, causing Dao Mu to look weird.

"Do you think he's still there?" Dao Mu's hand trembled, and An Ran only felt that his arm was numb, so he let go of his hand.

When Dao Mu said this, An Ran was a lot more sober, and his smile was more ugly than crying, "It seems that there is still a long way to go to surpass Tong Boyu." With that, he lay back in the rocking chair and returned to his previous laziness.

"The real dragon sees the head but does not see the tail, and it is not an exaggeration to use it on the old white dragon. No one has ever been able to catch him, but there are countless legends about him, but whoever gets ambergris from him ......"

An Ran told the story eloquently, and told Dao Mu everything he knew about the old white dragon. The intention is very simple, so that Dao Mu and himself are deeply moved, beating his chest and regretting.

"Look at his big black teeth, smoking hookah with one hand, picking his feet with the other, and spitting a foul smell of vomiting, don't you feel disgusting?" Thinking back to the appearance of the old white dragon, Dao Mu was cold for a while, and shrank back in the rocking chair.

"How many people think like you do, and thus lose the immortal fate. Lying on his side peacefully, through the slit of the chair, his eyes shining, "It's a pity that you missed it like this." The old white dragon fairy fate and the strange fate of Mujian Mountain are enough to make you dominate the morning glory. Why are you such a superficial person, only looking at the surface of people......"

Dao Mu chuckled and shook his head, there was no regret, there was really no regret at all, perhaps this was the biggest difference between him and others.

"I've always been superficial and like to look at people. As he spoke, Dao Mu raised his finger and pointed to his eyes, and then to An Ran's eyes. I can't see through the old white dragon, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, and Dao Mu's subconscious is to stay away from this kind of person.

When Dao Mu walked out of the inquiry room, the sky was dark, and the river wind outside was gusting, from the bottom to the top, and the mountain wind was in harmony, blowing the trees. The shrubs under the trees have melted into the darkness, and their appearance has become hideous, making all beings fearful.

"Senior Brother Dao, come and visit often when you have time, find me for free!" An Ran relied on the threshold and waved goodbye to Daomu, quite sympathetic. Dao Mu raised his hand in response, did not look back, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Young Master, with only three Zhu Guo, you disobey the sword master's orders, and you are not afraid of the sword master's cruel punishment?" The voice seemed to come from behind him, but it was empty, and it seemed to come from the door, but it was also empty.

"It's just stepping on the line, it's too much to disobey. Compared with Mo Jiajieqing, Daomu is more worthy of deep friendship. "The three vermilion fruits are stuffed directly into the mouth, the lips and teeth are together, and the indescribable sweetness fills the limbs.

"The Inquiry Sword is from Zhu Zhishan, independent of Zhitianfu, and now it has been pressed into a defeated dog by the Mo family, don't you think it's ridiculous?" The eyes shone like the sun, and the medicinal effect of Zhu Guo was extremely sublimated.

An Ran only felt that his self-confidence was returning, and the previous lazy decadence was swept away, looking up at the other side of the mountain, the last touch of the sunset, gorgeous half of the sky.

"Just wait for the young master to grow up, find a good cure, and cure the ills of the sword. "The starling has been flying on An Ran's shoulder, his beak is as white as jade, and his body is whiter than snow.

"There are too many mongrels mixed in the Inquiry Sword, causing the Inquiry Trace Sword to forget its original intention. An Ran turned around and entered the house, snapping his fingers, and the lights were bright, as bright as day. "It's no wonder that the Weaver Girl is in the mortal world, and she doesn't hear the news about the trace sword, I wish Zhishan is not stupid......"

creaked, the door closed, the closing sign fell, and the room was gone, leaving a thousand candles flickering.

Dao Mu was reluctant to share a room with others, which was troublesome and inconvenient, so he went out of the inquiry room, and one person and one beast went straight to the gate and left the Zhitian Mansion.

Along the way, few of my classmates pointed out to me, and most of them just glanced at it. Some people are simply curious, how did the disciples of Zhifu come here, and they are not very familiar with Daomu.

Zhitian Mansion is located in the most prosperous street of Sword Star City, not to mention tea shops and restaurants, and there are many red mansions. Dao Mu is getting more and more tricky, all look at the eyes, Dao Mu used to hate his eyes to death, but now he believes in his eyes, and his mentality is complicated and difficult to understand.

At the end of the street, a liquor store made Daomu's eyes shine. The old coarse cloth signboard, hunting in the evening breeze, only the word "sweet wine".

The evening breeze is like a thief, stealing a charming sweet wine aroma from the wine shop, and the sweet wine side is the main reason for Dao Mu to stop.

For a long time, people around him have misunderstood that Dao Mu likes to drink spirits. In fact, Daomu likes sweet wine the most, sweet and mellow, thick and not spicy in the throat, warm the heart and stomach, not burning.

However, I don't know when it began, the wine shops and restaurants that only sell sweet wine have disappeared. People are brave with spirits, sweet wine as an instigation, and girls drink.

Compared with other shops around, the wine shop is not large, and it is estimated that twenty or thirty people have reached the top. From time to time, there are three or two women, sporadically come here to consume, and some people leave with similar people. Many people directly took the pot and the jar and left, unwilling to eat here.

There are many men like Dao Mu who stand and watch, and most of them look at female consumers with aggressive eyes, exchange heads and ears, and make comments, and these women do not shy away from suspicion and enjoy it.

"Interesting. Dao Mu's stomach was already protesting, growling. Jumping off Ah Meng, a man and a beast, in the strange eyes of others, walked into the wine shop.

"Young man, drink sweet wine, eat, or stay in a hotel?" an obese woman came to meet her, dressed in a neat pastoral robe, breaking the stereotype of Dao Mu about wine shops.

The obese woman grinned and saw through the Taoist pastor at a glance, "Yo, if you don't look closely, you can't see it, the guy is actually a shepherd with a sword, with a personality, I like it." ”

"And a hotel?" Dao Mu Hua ignored the surprised eyes of others, looked at the wine shop, and couldn't see that there was a place to sleep. "Drinking sweet wine, eating, staying in a hotel, all three in one. "I didn't think much about it, I just felt that this place gave him inexplicable peace of mind.

"Ten catties of top-grade spirit stones, including room and board. "The obese woman commands her husband, who is also obese, while receiving the Taoist pastor, half-heartedly, and carelessly quotes sky-high prices.

The fat hand stretched out in front of Dao Mu, white and tender, and his fingers were full of all kinds of gemstone rings, red and willow green. "If the price is acceptable, the black and gold waist card will be registered for me. ”

"Give you a hundred catties of the best spirit stone, I don't know if I can care if Ah Meng and I can eat and sleep well?" Dao Mu was not verbose, and the best spirit stone the size of a pigeon's egg was placed in the palm of the fat woman.

"Pounds, just a little more, young man, I like your straightforwardness. The obese woman weighed the spirit stone, the fat hand turned down, and the best spirit stone disappeared, and she raised her hand in front of Dao Mu, "Untie the waist card and give it to me." ”

"Weaving Mansion, Mujian Mountain, Daomu ......" The obese woman looked at the black and gold waist card in her hand, and looked up at Daomu, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching. After a while, he handed the black and gold waist card to Dao Mu, "I don't have a menu, you can eat whatever I do, you just need to tell me what you are afraid of." ”

"Meat, all kinds of meat. Dao Mu sat at the table with the fat woman Jinwu, "My food is fifty servings, Ah Meng is five hundred servings, if a hundred catties of top-grade spirit stones are not enough, the seniors can ask me for it." The tone is sincere, and he is sitting upright, like a fledgling noble son.

"Call me Fat Sister, just do it. ”

Sister Fat had turned around and walked to the back kitchen, unable to imagine that in the world of cultivating immortals, a woman had the same height as Hou Dazhuang. Sister Fei Fei, who is fat and fat, is no longer enough to describe it.