Night.

Silence. The Optimus Mountain Range, which had experienced a great battle during the day, was a little deserted, and many of the beasts in the mountain range were all nested in their caves and did not come out. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the sound of rustling in the mountains and forests can be heard far away. At this moment, a noisy noise came from far and near, breaking the silence of the mountain, and two figures, one large and one small, slowly walked towards the outskirts of the mountain.

"I said, what are you doing with me all the time?"

"You're not me, how do you know I'm following you?"

"Then why are you walking behind me?"

"You're the one who stands in my way。。。。。。 “

The young man walking in front turned his head and showed a delicate face, it was Mu Zitian, and who else had been following his ass except for the sloppy uncle Zhou Wufu.

The teenager is very annoyed, very annoyed, really annoyed. After experiencing a series of things, he had a new understanding of the world, and what he learned and saw in those years in the town was completely subverted in these months. I have just stepped into the cultivation and witnessed the difficult battle with my own eyes, those high-ranking characters, blowing a breath, I don't know how many times I have died, and the cleverness and wisdom that I am proud of cannot play the slightest role at all, and the impact on the teenager is very huge. For a beginner, such a huge chasm, like a moat, lies in the middle, and if he is unable to overcome this hurdle psychologically, the path of cultivation for a teenager will be very difficult. In addition, Sister Xin'er, who is dependent on each other, has left again, and Mu Zitian, who has no support, needs to be alone for a quiet meeting at the moment, giving himself a little time to digest what happened today, to calm down and think about the future direction. Yes, he looked at Zhou Wufu with a smiley face, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames, at this moment, the young man just wanted to be quiet.

Zhou Wufu looked at the young man who was angry and about to explode in front of him, and hurriedly recovered his positive tone and said: Little ghost, do you think I want to follow your ass like a kraft candy, my time is precious, I just give it to others, in the next period of time, you will follow me, Zhou Wufu looked Mu Zitian up and down, and said: Well, although the little ghost is not very strong, his appearance is still so-so, so take you out like this, so as not to insult my name。。。。。。。 Saying that, Zhou Wufu looked up to the sky and laughed, quite like a generation of grandmasters, of course, if it weren't for the that the bird that was frightened by his laughter pulled on his head, maybe it would be a little more like it.

Mu Zitian watched Zhou Wufu, who was blowing his beard angrily and staring, chasing the little bird back and forth, and his originally depressed mood gradually eased a lot. The young man stroked his forehead and said helplessly: "Big brother, uncle, uncle, can we sit down and talk."

Zhou Wufu had just picked up a stone from the ground, and was about to continue chasing the hateful bird, when he heard Mu Zitian's shout, he threw the stone aside in embarrassment, brushed his hair with his left hand, and after making sure that there was no trace, he sat on the ground with his butt. Mu Zitian wanted to break his head, but he couldn't imagine that the middle-aged uncle in front of him, who was sloppy and sloppy, could have a relationship with a master, but the attitude of Aunt Xue of the Holy Maiden Peak showed that this uncle was not only a master, but also a very high master.

The young man lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows until he kneaded the purple-black traces, then slowly raised his head, stared at Zhou Wufu in front of him and said: Although I don't believe it, but the facts are there, since you are a cultivator, why can you make it like this. Zhou Wufu looked at the young man with suspicion on his face, and suddenly became angry, and saliva splashed, "Do you think Lao Tzu is willing, it's not because of the cultivation of that broken exercise, it's not that I brag, like what Yuchen was before, the Great Peak Lord and the like, Lao Tzu can beat them。。。。。 The young man who saw the great peak master of the Snow Old Mountain suddenly came to him, and said with some excitement: You are so powerful? Zhou Wufu blushed and coughed dryly, "Of course, to say this, it is just a more vivid description of the gap between me and them, that is the difference between cloud and mud, so how can it be compared... Mu Zitian stared at Zhou Wufu's bearded face, and couldn't wait to kick it up, resisted the impulse, got up and patted his buttocks, glanced at the direction, and walked towards the cave where he lived with Sister Xin'er before, and Zhou Wufu also quickly got up and followed.

"Then Sister Xin'er's Aunt Xue asked you to follow me?

"Of course, I want to teach you, well, seeing that you are still smart, I will reluctantly teach you something, but if you can learn a little bit of my skin, it is enough for you to gain a foothold on the mainland... ”

"Looks like you're a very tall master."

"Needless to say, Lao Tzu ranks second, who dares to rank first"

"Then what are you ranking now?" "Now, it's a bit of a special situation" Zhou Wufu, who was about to open his mouth to defend himself, suddenly felt a murderous aura, and secretly said that it was not good, and ran away, and the young man casually picked up a piece of dead wood behind him, and chased forward with red eyes.

"Since you can't even beat me now, then you can honestly shut up for me"

"You wait for me, wait for the day when Lao Tzu recovers his strength... Ay. Oops. Stop fighting, talk well.

。。。。。。

On the periphery of the Qingtian Mountain Range, in a valley, Mu Zitian sat by the bonfire, watching the flames roll around, with thousands of thoughts, Zhou Wufu on the side drooped his head, half-squatting, looking like an angry little lady, and the young man laughed, and the depression of the past few days was swept away. Zhou Wufu looked at the slightly melancholy young man before and showed a clean smile, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but said on his lips: Hmph, little ghost, although my cultivation is temporarily lost, but my experience is still there, don't you want to know, what kind of kung fu is the scroll that your sister Xin'er desperately got back? Speaking of this, Zhou Wufu raised his eyebrows and looked like I will tell you if you ask me.

The young man was skeptical, "You know?" Zhou Wufu couldn't stand this attitude the most, so he leaned up, sat next to the young man, and rubbed his squatting legs, "Not only do I know, but this is the kind of exercise I practice!"