Watching Xiao Tian slowly leave, Zhuge Shilang's thoughts returned to three months ago.

Three months ago, in the Land of Wind, in the Valley of the Heavenly Machine of the Death Mountains.

Tianji Valley, generations of prophecy-based, has served the major princely principalities, every prophecy, can always turn evil into good, in times of crisis, defeat into victory. Five thousand years ago, the people of Tianji Valley disappeared from the Bauhinia Continent overnight, and no one knew what happened? For five thousand years, none of the disciples of Tianji Valley went down the mountain and were isolated from the world.

The Death Mountain Range, stretching for millions of miles, the mountains are thousands of miles high, thousands of miles deep, interspersed with ravines, confused with miasma and poisonous mist, the whole mountain range is lifeless, and in the deepest part of the mountain range, there is a valley. In the valley, there is a gossip array, and an old Taoist sits on the pavement, closing his eyes and meditating. Next to him, there was a fat man, wearing a Taoist robe, sitting on the bunk, sleeping soundly, with saliva still on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that the Child of Destiny has been born!"

Lao Dao pinched his fingers, looked at the eight copper coins on the table, his face was solemn, and he ordered, "Shiro, Shiro, clean up and prepare to go down the mountain?"

Hearing the old Taoist call himself, the fat Taoist priest immediately woke up, clasped his nostrils with his hand, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and said a clever "Master, it's time to eat? Eat braised fish or braised pork today? The gadfly we ate yesterday has no meat at all, it's really unpalatable!"

Seeing the murderous eyes of the old Taoist, the fat Taoist priest immediately shuddered and smiled, "Master, am I joking with you? What did you just say?"

The old Taoist priest sighed, shook his head, looked very iron-clad and steelless, and exclaimed, "Forget it, you pack up, prepare to go down the mountain, go to the land of light, the holy city, wait for the arrival of the son of destiny, you have to be good to assist him, and when the time comes, you have to take him to Tianji Valley, and have important things to explain to him for the teacher." ”

"Sacred City, Master, it's 39,296,784 miles away from me, how much time will it take me to get there?"

"Don't you have a land escape, shrinking thousands of miles, or you can reach it in a few months, Master is optimistic about you!" the old Taoist priest smiled.

"Master, along the way, you will inevitably eat and drink, Master, hehe!" the fat man rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands, and motioned for money.

"Shiro, didn't Master tell you? We will spy on the heavens, we will lose something, and we will not be punished by heaven, you and Master have all lost their wealth, and it is impossible to have wealth in this life, and you can't save money, so you can do it yourself!" After speaking, Lao Dao patted his ass and left.

Only a stunned fat Taoist priest was left dumbfounded, and his heart was bitter, "Master, you are going to trap me to death, Son of Destiny, how old is this year, whether it is a man or a woman, a missing arm or a broken leg, I don't know anything, how to find it?"

The teacher's fate is difficult, Zhuge Shilang said goodbye to Tianjizi, slept in the wind along the way, and made a hexagram from time to time, so as to earn food and clothing. Of course, occasionally he was beaten up as a liar, and he would have shrunk the ground because of his hard work, or he would have been beaten to death!

After three months of hurrying, he came to the Holy City, and when he was penniless, he could only rely on fortune telling to make a living, and after waiting for three months, he finally waited for Xiao Tian.

Since leaving Tianji Valley, many anecdotes have happened to Zhuge Shilang.

Leaving the Tianji Gate, Zhuge Shiro, who was penniless, took a canvas and carried a cloth bag on his back, and walked out slowly, his fat body delaying Zhuge Shiro's progress.

What makes people feel funny is that Zhuge Shiro is still wearing a pair of sunglasses.

It's summer, in the sky, it's extremely hot, there is not even a sound of birds, the stones on the road send out a wave of heat, there are no pedestrians, basically all at home to escape the heat, for the Xuan, you can rely on the Xuan Qi to resist the hot weather, Zhuge Shilang took his own steps, wiped the sweat beads on his head, and complained for a while, "It's really a hot weather." ”

"I don't know what this son of destiny looks like, I just know that I want to go to the Holy City, and along the way, I don't want to toss the fat man to death. Zhuge Shilang touched his cooing belly, "Don't care, let's help people calculate the hexagram first and make a few bucks." ”

This city, called Tongjiang County, is the place to go to the Land of Light.

After going down the mountain for seven days, Zhuge Shilang's dry food was basically exhausted.

Zhuge Shilang took out a turtle shell with eight copper coins in it, shook it, poured out the copper coins, put them in his hand, looked at it, pinched his fingers and counted a hexagram, looked at the "Drunken Immortal Building" not far away, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked over.

Jumping directly to the second floor, Zhuge Shilang sat directly on the chair, rolled his eyes, looked around, opened his mouth, smiled and ordered, "Give me all the best wine and food from you." ”

"Okay, objective!" the shopkeeper said for a while.

At the other table near Zhuge Shilang, there were three men and three women, all dressed in brocade costumes, happily communicating.

"It is said that the wine in the Drunken Immortal Building is the best wine in the world, and if I taste it today, I think, is it just that?" the man in red smiled.

"That's, Master Hong, what is your identity? You have drunk countless drinks all your life, you don't pay attention to this high-grade immortal brew, and the little drunken immortal building naturally can't get into your eyes?" said a delicate woman next to her.

Looking at this woman, dressed in pink, Zhuge Shilang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked at it in his heart for a while, his face was like a peach blossom, his moon was browning, and his voice was numb, it was really a female three-point wave!

"By the way, Brother Hong, you said, the wine in this drunken immortal building is not delicious, it is better to bring your good wine and taste it!" The man in blue said with a smile.

"Yes, Master Hong, you have good wine, take it out, let the little ones open their eyes!" said the woman in pink with a snort.

The rest of the people also hurriedly followed.

The man in red frowned, hesitated, saw the adoring eyes of the woman in pink, and smiled, "Since that's the case, I'll show you the best ninety-year-old wine in the world, my daughter is red." ”

Hearing this, the six people on the table, all with glowing eyes, hurriedly applauded, and the other tables also cast envious glances. The man in red held his head high, but he enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.

After the man in red gave an order, a small servant next to him went downstairs, and after a while, he slowly walked up with a jar of wine and put it on the table.

Seeing the wine jar, the other two men's eyes were full of envy, and the three women's eyes were also full of light.

"Come, today, let's have a good drink!"

The man in red went to the wine and put it in the cups of the other two, and after the three of them clinked glasses, they immediately drank it with a look of enjoyment.

"Good wine, it won't be the daughter of ninety years old! The mouth is soft, and the throat is a line!" The man in blue clapped his hands and applauded.

Another man in green also applauded.

After smelling the smell of wine, a wicked smile leaked from the corner of Zhuge Shilang's mouth, and he said loudly, "What ninety years of daughter is red? It's clearly only forty-eight years, and she's hungry for a little water, which is also good wine?"