(It's a little late, 9000 word chapters, not counting into the update of No. 4.) ）

Eagles hovered in the air, and crows chirped on dead branches.

The originally smooth and wide official road has long been shattered, and a convoy is bumpy.

As the largest vassal state of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, Shihao State is located in the northwest direction of the Dynasty, and is famous for its fertile fields and rich production in the middle of Aquarius, and has always been the big granary of the Zhu Ying Dynasty. is also a vassal of the dynasty, Shi Hao and Huang Tingguo, which belonged to the Great Sui Domain, have completely different choices, Shi Hao Guo from the emperor, important ministers of the temple to the vast majority of border generals, choose to fight with a large army of iron cavalry.

The war spread throughout Shihao country, since the beginning of spring this year, in the entire north of the capital, the fight has been extremely fierce, and now the capital of Shihao country has been deeply encircled.

Not only the people of Shihao Country, but even several small vassal countries in the vicinity whose strength is far inferior to that of Shihao Country, are all panicked, of course, there is no shortage of so-called smart people, who have long attached themselves to the Song clan of Toucheng Dali, watching the fire on the other side, waiting to see the jokes, hoping that the invincible Dali Iron Cavalry can simply come to slaughter the city, and slaughter all the loyal martyrs of the Shihao Kingdom who are loyal to the Zhu Ying Dynasty.

The bumpy road made many of the coachmen of this convoy complain, and even many of the sturdy men with long bows and long knives on their waists were about to be scattered.

It's really a money to earn money with your head tied to your trouser belt, and it's not an exaggeration to say that if you spill urine, you may accidentally drop your head on the ground.

The most dangerous interception during the period was not the refugees who fell into the grass, but a group of 300 officers and soldiers of Shihao who pretended to be horse thieves, and regarded their caravan as a piece of big fat meat.

The convoy needed to pass through the hinterland of Shihao to reach the southern border, and go to Shujian Lake, which was regarded as a tiger's den in Longtan by the secular dynasty. The convoy took a large sum of silver, and only dared to stop at the border pass, otherwise no matter how much silver there was, they were not willing to take one more step to the south, but fortunately, the dozen or so foreign businessmen agreed, allowing the convoy guards to turn around and return at the border Chidori Pass, and then this group of businessmen is alive or dead, whether they are grabbing huge profits on the side of Shujian Lake, or directly dying in the middle of the road, so that the robbers can have a good year, anyway, the team is not responsible.

This way down, it is really a human purgatory Shura field.

Hungry for thousands of miles is no longer a glimpse of a book by a reader.

At first, some people could not bear to personally send their children to the cutting board and hand them over to the butchers, so they thought of a compromise method, and the parents first exchanged their children with thin and yellow skin, and then sold them to the store.

Many hungry and crazy refugees in exile, in groups, like walking corpses and wild ghosts, wandered on the land of Shihao Country, as long as they encountered a place where there might be food, they flocked to it, and the beacons and post stations in various parts of Shihao Country, and the civil forts built by the Haoheng family in some places were stained with blood, as well as some corpses that had not been cleaned up. The convoy once passed a large fort with 500 young guards of the same clan, bought a small amount of food with a lot of money, a bold and fierce young man, envious of the hard bow of a caravan guard, just set closely, pointed to the wooden fence outside the castle, a row of shriveled heads used for demonstration, the young man squatted on the ground, at that time to a convoy from the grinning and said, summer is the most troublesome, attracting mosquitoes and flies, easy to plague, but as long as it is winter, it snows, you can save a lot of trouble. After finishing speaking, the young man grabbed a stone, smashed it against the wooden fence, hit a head accurately, clapped his hands, and glanced at the caravan attendants with an appreciative look, and the young man was quite proud.

At that time, a young woman wearing a green dress and a ponytail made the young man's heart moved, and the reason why he talked about these things with the caravan servant and did this was nothing more than that the young man wanted to show himself in front of the good-looking sister.

It's a pity that the sister in Tsing Yi didn't look at him from beginning to end, which made the young man very disappointed and disappointed, if such a beautiful woman like a fairy in the temple mural appeared in the team of refugees who came here to seek death, how good would it be? Then she will definitely survive, he is the eldest grandson of the patriarch, even if it is not the first turn for him, there will always be a day when it will be his turn. However, the young man also knew that among the refugees, there were no such watery women, and occasionally some women were mostly swarthy and swarthy, all skinny and bone-like, thin as starving ghosts, and their skin was rough and ugly.

Next to the sister in Tsing Yi, there was a slightly older woman standing with a sword on her back, but her posture was too different, especially her figure, one day and one earth, if the latter appeared alone, the young man would also be moved, but when they stood together, there was no latter in the eyes of the young man.

The caravan continued south.

There would often be homeless people with sharpened sticks in the way, and the smarter ones, or those who were not really hungry, would ask the caravan for some food, and they would let them go.

The caravans, of course, did not bother to pay attention to it, but as a rule, as long as they drew their swords and took off their hard bows, the refugees would be frightened and scattered.

There are also some refugees, with red eyes, just rush forward, planning to rob it, the caravan guards are from the Jianghu martial arts, and not Shihao people, all the way south, has long been numb, and so many brothers and friends have died in the team, deep down, I still wish someone rushed up to relieve their hatred, so the elite cavalry is like a fishing net, the hand up and down, or the archery competition, to shoot the eye socket is the best, shoot through the neck second, shoot through the heart again, if you can only shoot the abdomen, legs and feet, it will cause ridicule and jokes.

This time, the number of businessmen who hired the escort and the convoy was not large, about a dozen people.

In addition to the woman in green clothes with a ponytail who rarely shows up, and a woman with a sword on her back who has lost the thumb of her right hand, and a young man in a black robe who is not smiling, these three people seem to be in a group.

In addition, the principal of this group of merchants who asked for money and did not want to die was an old man in a green shirt and long coat, who was said to be surnamed Song, and the guards liked to call him Master Song. Song Fuzi has two servants, one with a black long stick on his back, and the other without weapons, at first glance he is an authentic person in the rivers and lakes, and the two are about the same age as Song Fuzi. In addition, there are three men and women who still give people a cold look in their eyes even with a smile on their faces, the age difference is huge, the woman's appearance is mediocre, and the other two are grandchildren.

gives the servants the feeling that this group of businessmen, except for Master Song, the rest are big and don't like to talk.

That night, resting at a dilapidated inn that had been deserted and the officials had fled, the belongings had long been scraped away.

A woman in a ponytail in Tsing Yi squatted on top of a half-collapsed mud wall outside the post station.

The woman with the sword on her back, who was inseparable from her, stood under the wall and said softly: "Senior sister, there is more than half a month to go, and you can pass the customs and enter the Shujian Lake realm." ”

The woman in Tsing Yi was a little absent-minded and snorted.

The Song master slowly walked out of the post house, gently kicked a fellow boy who was squatting on the threshold, and then came to the wall alone, and the woman with the sword immediately saluted in the official language of Da Li: "I have seen Song Langzhong." ”

The old man smiled and nodded, "Miss Xu is still so polite, too outward." ”

This Langzhong is not a drugstore Langzhong.

This elegant old man in green shirts is the chief priest of the Qing Priest Department of the Dali Rite Department.

This position, Huang Tingguo Shihao Kingdom, these small vassal countries, belong to a relatively large sesame official, just the Ministry of Rites Yamen, there is a waiter above, and then there is a Shangshu, maybe one day it will be robbed of the position by the auxiliary official with the same rank, the staff outside the Lang. But in Da Li, this is an extremely critical position, one of the three most powerful Lang in the Da Li Dynasty, the position is not high, from the five grades, the power is extremely heavy. In addition to the duties of a nominal priest and priest, he is also in charge of the assessment and evaluation of the gods of a country's mountains and rivers, as well as the right to recommend.

Dali has not set up the river god and ancestral temple of the Chong River, suddenly there is a river spirit named Li Jin, from a shopkeeper who originally opened a bookstore in Red Candle Town, jumped to become the god of the river, it is said that he took the door of this Langzhong, and was able to carp jump the dragon gate, climb to the high position of the god platform in one fell swoop, and enjoy all kinds of incense.

And the two women are Ruan Xiu and Xu Xiaoqiao, who left the Longquan Sword Sect and traveled down the mountain.

As for why they wanted to leave the Dali Dynasty so far, even Xu Xiaoqiao and Dong Gu were surprised, and as for their senior sister Ruan Xiu, it didn't matter at all.

Xu Xiaoqiao saw that Song Langzhong seemed to have something to discuss, so he took the initiative to leave.

Song Langzhong walked to the wall, sat cross-legged, and smiled: "I want to thank Miss Ruan for her generosity." ”

Ruan Xiu put away a handkerchief, hid it in her sleeve, shook her head, and said vaguely: "No." ”

Song Langzhong smiled and asked, "I take the liberty of asking, does Miss Ruan care, or is she tolerating?"

Ruan Xiu asked, "Is there a difference?"

The old man nodded, and said: "If it is the former, I won't do much, after all, I am such an old man, and I have also had the years of youthful admiration, and it is difficult not to think about a hairy boy of Li Muxi's size." If it's the latter, I can mention a few words about Li Muxi or his grandfather, Miss Ruan doesn't have to worry that this is a strong man's difficulty, this trip to the south is an official matter explained by the imperial court, and there should be rules, and there are still some rules, not that Miss Ruan is too much. ”

Ruan Xiu said: "It's okay, he likes to look at it, and his eyeballs are not in my hands." ”

Song Langzhong smiled dumbly.

Among the accompanying team this time, the two old martial artists who followed him, one was a pure martial artist who was temporarily transferred from the Dali army, a golden body, and it is said that the green wave pavilion spy who went to the military commander and dignitary, gave the chief general who was brilliant in battle, and scolded his mother in front of him, of course, people still have to hand it over.

A gang leader from the Dali Jianghu Gate Sect is also the Seven Realms.

In addition, the three of them are a team of improvised sticky rod lang, among the grandparents and grandchildren, the young man is named Li Muxi, who is a monk genius who is proficient in talismans and formations, and his grandfather and father have been three generations, all of them are sticky rods of the Dali court, and his father died not long ago, so this trip to the south, for the grandfather and grandson, is not only a business in the yamen, but also a personal grudge mixed in.

This trip south to Shujian Lake, there are two things, one is on the surface, and it is not small, he, the priest of the Qing Dynasty, is the talker, and the three people of the Longquan Sword Sect all need to obey his orders and obey his command and dispatch.

In the autumn of this year, there have been no casualties for many years, two people died at once, a hidden foreign Jindan monk, secretly took away a disciple, this young man, is more special, not only congenital sword embryo, but also carrying martial arts, attracting the attention of several martial arts temple saints in a local state.

Da Li is bound to win, and even the national teacher has heard the news and attaches great importance to it.

It's probably a report and a report, it's ridiculous to say, this young man is the first to find and photo, so that the three people who found this good seedling, took turns to stay behind, devoted themselves to cultivating the teenager, as long as four years, and the result was to the hidden Jindan monk, I don't know where to jump out, killed two people, and then abducted the boy, all the way to the south, during which he escaped two pursuits and round-ups, very cunning, and high combat power, the young man on the way to escape, but also showed an extremely amazing heart and qualifications, both times helped the Jindan monk。

In the end, the spy report of the Green Wave Pavilion showed that the monk Jindan and the boy fled into Shujian Lake, and after that, the mud cow entered the sea and was never heard from again.

For this kind of pursuit, not only the Dali Dynasty, in fact, all the mountain forces in Aquarius will not be stupid, contemptuous, and experienced sects, but those who have a little background will strive to fight rabbits with lions, and solve them with all their might, rather than adding fuel to the battlefield like a mediocre general, sending a group of people to die in vain, giving the other party a war to feed the war, and finally raising tigers.

The other party is an old Jin Dan who is good at fighting, and he occupies a favorable position, so Song Langzhong and his party are by no means as simple as the combat power of the two Jin Dan, but together, they are roughly equivalent to the combat power of a powerful Yuan Ying.

At this point, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao have made several detailed deductions in private, and the conclusions they have come to are quite reassuring.

Otherwise, the senior sister made a slight mistake, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao, the two founding disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect, would not have to stay in Shenxiu Mountain.

As for the other thing that only Song Langzhong himself knows the inside story, it is relatively big.

It involves the ownership of the entire Shujian Lake.

Even he needs to do what he is told.

Even a certain island owner who has been secretly rooted in Shujian Lake for eighty years is also a pawn.

This time I left Dali and went south, and there was a little thing that made Song Langzhong find interesting.

The young Li Muxi couldn't understand what he saw and heard on the way south, especially on the journey of Shihao Country in a carriage, and even deep down, he would blame the culprit, that is, the Dali Dynasty where he was located. Perhaps in the young man's opinion, if the Dali Iron Cavalry had not gone south, or the continuous battles in the south, and not be so bloody and cruel, there would not have been so many people displaced.

Li Muxi's grandfather, a ninety-year-old "young" monk, was indifferent to this, but he did not explain anything to his grandson.

Ruan Xiu asked, "I heard that there is a child from Mud Bottle Alley, who is in Shujian Lake?"

Song Langzhong nodded and said: "The surname Gu is a child with a great chance, who was accepted as a closed-door disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Zhenjun of Shujian Lake, Gu Can himself brought a 'big loach' to Shujian Lake, and took the Jiaolong Hu servant, whose combat power is equivalent to Yuan Ying, to make waves, at a young age, and with a great reputation, even the Zhu Ying Dynasty heard that Shujian Lake has such a pair of masters and servants. Once chatted with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu smiled and said that this little guy named Gu Can was simply a natural mountain and wild cultivator. ”

Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon shaped like a bright red bracelet, and lowered her arm thoughtfully.

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A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake, a prosperous city with a sea of people, called Chishui City.

Along the way, a carriage was hired, the coachman was a talkative old man who had traveled from south to north, and the man was generous, he loved to listen to lively and interesting stories, and he didn't like to sit in the carriage while enjoying himself, and he sat next to the old coachman for almost half the way, so that the old coachman drank a lot of wine, and was in a good mood, and also said a lot of hearsay about the strange people of Shujian Lake, saying that there were no rumors outside the house, and there were fights and killings, but most of them would not be involved in these ordinary people. However, Shujian Lake is a big gold cave, it is true, he and his friends in the past, carried a group of rich sons from the Zhu Ying Dynasty, the tone was very big, let them wait in Chishui City, said that they would return in a month, but waited less than three days, the young boy brother returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake, already penniless, seven or eight young people, full of 600,000 taels of silver, three days, just like that, but listening to the words of those losers, it seems that they are still unfinished, saying that after half a year, they will save some silver, and they must come to Shujian Lake again to be happy。

The man walked on the side by side street of Chishui City, very inconspicuous.

Previously, there was a team of qi practitioners guarding the city gate, but there was no need for customs clearance documents at all, as long as the money was paid, it would be given.

Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.

Shujian Lake is extremely vast, more than a thousand large and small islands, dotted around, the most important thing is that the aura is abundant, if you want to start a sect here, occupy a large area of islands and waters, it is very difficult, but if one or two Jindan Dixian occupy a larger island, as a place for mansion cultivation, it is the most suitable, both pure, and like a small cave. In particular, the qi practitioners who practice the method of "near the water" regard some islands of Shujian Lake as a place to be contested.

The man with the sword on his back chose a downtown restaurant, ordered the most signature Wuqi wine in Huchi Water City, drank the wine, listened to some chatter on the nearby wine table, didn't hear more things, useful one thing, after a while, Shujian Lake seemed to hold an island owner meeting once every 100 years, ready to elect a new "Jianghu monarch" who had been empty for 300 years.

After drinking and eating, the man settled the account with the shopkeeper, left the restaurant, asked for directions and went to a pond water city, an ape crying street open to everyone, full of fairy shops, the long street is four miles long, and there are qi practitioners at both ends.

If you don't believe it, look at the wine in the cup, and pay tribute to the rich first.

If that's the case, it's as if the whole world is pretty much the same everywhere.

The middle-aged man with a vermilion wine gourd on his waist, the old coachman had said before, knowing that in Shujian Lake, where fish and dragons are mixed and frequent exchanges, there is no need to worry if he can speak Yizhou Yayan, but he is on the road, or he still learned some Shujian Lake dialect with the old coachman, and he doesn't learn much, and it is still okay to ask for directions and bargain in general. The middle-aged man wandered all the way, walked around and took a look, neither a blockbuster, sweeping away any of those sky-high treasures of the town store, nor just looking at it without buying, picking a few clever but not expensive spiritual weapons, just like an ordinary foreign qi practitioner, a virtue, here is a lively scene, not to anyone to look down on people, but also not to the locals to look high.

The middle-aged man finally stayed in a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items, the thing is good, but the price is not very fair, and the shopkeeper is an old-fashioned one who does not look like doing business, so the business is relatively deserted, many people come and go, take out the fairy money from the pocket, very few, the man stands in front of a bronze ancient sword placed horizontally on the special sword frame, has not moved for a long time, the scabbard is placed separately from a high and a low, and the sword body is engraved with a small seal with the four characters of "big imitation canal yellow".

Looking at the man in the long shirt and the sword who bent down and looked down carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What do you see, can you afford it? It is the imitation sword of the ancient Qu Huang, and it also needs a lot of snowflake money. ”

The middle-aged man probably didn't have a bulging waist bag and a straight waist, but instead of being annoyed, he turned his head and asked the old man with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this Qu Huang is one of the eight horses in the carriage they rode in with the first dynasty monarch in the world?"

The old shopkeeper glanced at the long sword behind the man's back, and his face improved slightly, "It's still a person whose eyesight is not bad enough to be blind, yes, it's the Qu Huang of the 'Eight Horses Scattered', and later there was a great swordsmith in Middle Earth, so he used his life's work to create eight famous swords, named after the Eight Horses, this person has a strange temper, built a sword, and is willing to sell, but each sword is willing to sell to buyers in the corresponding continent, so that it has not been sold all until death, and there are countless imitations in later generations, this dare to be carved before Qu Huang' The ancient sword of the word 'imitation', imitated very well, naturally the price is extremely expensive, and it has been placed in my shop for more than 200 years, young man, you must not be able to afford it. ”

The man did not slap his swollen face and became fat, withdrew his gaze from the ancient sword, began to look at other treasured objects, and finally stood in front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall.

The old shopkeeper sighed, "I never thought that I really met someone who knew the goods, the two things you have seen the longest in my shop, they are the best things in the shop, the kid is good, there is not much money in his pocket, and his vision is not bad." Why, in the past, I was rich and wealthy in my hometown, but I fell into the middle of the road, so I started to walk the rivers and lakes alone? Carry a sword that is not worth a few dollars, hang a broken wine jug, and think you are a ranger?"

The man still looked at the magical picture, I had heard it before, there are many calligraphy and paintings of the former dynasties in the world, and by chance, the words will give birth to the meaning of grief and indignation, and some of the characters in the picture scroll will also become beautiful things, and they will be sad and sad alone in the painting.

The man turned his head and smiled: "Ranger, I don't look at the amount of money or the amount of money." ”

The old man sneered and said: "This kind of, you haven't gone through two or three years of rivers and lakes to talk about it, I see that you are not young, I estimate that the rivers and lakes are in vain, or you walk by the pond, it will be regarded as the real rivers and lakes." ”

The man was still not angry, pointed to the wall and asked, "How much is this picture of a lady?"

The old man waved his hand, "Young man, don't be bored. ”

The man smiled and said, "If I can afford it, what does the shopkeeper say, how about giving me one or two small items that are not very valuable?"

The old man, who was guarding the ancestral shop year after year, was really bored, and suddenly came to the fighting spirit, pointed to a multi-treasure shelf near the gate, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, see it, as long as you can afford the fairy money, on the shelf over there, you can choose three things, and when the time comes, I will frown, I will have your surname!"

The man smiled and nodded.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said: "This picture of a lady, I won't say much about the origin, anyway, you kid can see how good it is, three small summer money, you can take it, if you can't take it, get out of here." ”

The man looked back at the portrait hanging on the wall, then turned his head to look at the old shopkeeper, and asked if the price was not negotiable, the old shopkeeper sneered and nodded, the man turned his head again, looked at the picture of the lady a few times, and glanced at the empty store at the moment, as well as the gate, and then walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, and shot out three fairy coins on the table, covered with his palm, and pushed it to the old shopkeeper, and the old shopkeeper also glanced at the door of the store, at the moment when the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, brought it to his side, cocked his palm, and made sure that it was the real three small summer money, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, put it in his sleeve, looked up and smiled: "This time I'm blind, you kid can, you have a little ability, I can make a pair of fiery eyes look wrong. ”

The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and pick out three things that are pleasing to the eye." ”

The old shopkeeper laughed and walked out of the counter, "Go ahead, do business, this bit of integrity still needs to be there, I will help you put this lady picture into the box, rest assured, the brocade box alone is worth two snowflakes, and it will not spoil such a precious portrait." ”

The man was roaming in front of the multi-treasure shelf at the door, and the old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait, and kept looking at the man out of the corner of his eye when he put it in a treasure brocade box.

Damn, I knew that this guy was so bulging and generous, what kind of color was he pulling? And there were three pieces in one breath, and I started to feel very distressed at this moment.

When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper was a little relieved, and he didn't lose much, but when the guy finally chose a black jade seal that had not yet been engraved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper's eyelids trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Boy, what's your surname?"

The man was still a little hesitant, but the old shopkeeper came out like this, decisively put it in his hand, turned his head and smiled: "The surname is Chen." ”

The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will be surnamed Chen with you in the future, and you can put the seal back, okay?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "To do business, you still have to be sincere." ”

The old shopkeeper exhaled angrily: "I think you should not be a bullshit ranger, be a businessman, you will definitely be rich in a few years." ”

The old man said this, but in fact, he still made a lot of money, and he was in a good mood, and poured a cup of tea for the guest surnamed Chen for the first time.

The man didn't think about leaving immediately, one thought about whether he could sell the big imitation Quhuang again, and the other thought about hearing some deeper things about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper's mouth, so he drank tea and chatted.

The man knew a lot of things that the old coachman had never heard of.

Shujian Lake is a paradise for the mountains and wilderness, smart people will be very mixed, stupid people will be particularly miserable, here, there is no good or bad monk, only the difference between high and low cultivation, and the difference between the depth of calculation.

Business is prosperous, there are many shops, and there are many wonders.

Those who are desperate or in distress can often find shelter here, and of course, if you want to be comfortable, don't expect extravagantly. But as long as you have a pig's head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive after that. After that, how to mix, each with his ability, attached to the big mountain, and the help of money and effort, is also a way out, in the history of Shujian Lake, it is not that there are no heroes who have endured humiliation for many years and finally rose to become a hegemon.

Outside the store, time passes.

In the shop, the old man was very interested.

There was once a Yuanying monk of the Spectrum Immortal Master, who joined forces with a Jindan Sword Cultivator, probably thinking that he could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent, swaggering, setting up a banquet on a large island in Shujian Lake, and widely posting heroic posts, inviting all the earth immortals and Longmen Realm monks in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic pattern of the dragons in Shujian Lake without a leader, and to be the monarch of the rivers and lakes who commanded the heroes.

At the banquet, none of the more than 30 Shujian Lake owners present raised any objections, either clapping their hands and desperately agreeing, or digging their hearts to pat their ass, saying that Shujian Lake should have a big man who can convince the public a long time ago, saving no rules and laws, and there are also some silent island owners. As a result, when the banquet dispersed, some people had already secretly stayed on the island, and began to hand out the letter of submission, give advice, and explain in detail the background and support of the major mountains of Shujian Lake.

It's just the next scene, even if it makes all the monks of Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of age, feel very happy.

That night, more than 400 monks from different islands flocked to the island and surrounded it.

With nearly 900 magic weapons, plus more than 200 dead soldiers raised on their respective islands, they smashed to death the two invincible Yuanying Cultivators and Jindan Sword Cultivators.

The most determined killing intent happened to be the "wallhead grass island owner who took the lead in surrendering".

The man listened very carefully, so he casually asked Liu Zhimao, the true monarch of Jiejiang.

The old shopkeeper became more and more energetic.

said that now that Jiang Zhenjun is amazing.

Two years earlier, a little devil came, and became the closed disciple of Jiejiang Zhenjun, a good green out of the blue and better than the blue, even harnessed a terrifying dragon, on his own territory, a big killing, a big guest mansion, together with dozens of cardigans, and more than 100 people, together with the "big loach" to slaughter, most of the deaths are unbearable.

After that, he killed the senior brother of the same family for some reason, and it was another bloody killing, the ferocity and violence of the "big loach" were fully revealed, and many times he lowered his mouth, no longer for killing, purely to satisfy the taste of killing, and everywhere he passed, there were stumps and broken bones all over the ground.

After that, the master and apprentice duo were like bamboos and occupied many nearby islands where other families were deeply entrenched.

Those who follow it prosper and those who rebel die, and many young and beautiful girls are said to have been forcibly taken back by the little devil who has not grown hair, as if under the training of the second senior sister of the little devil, she has become a new cardigan.

Since then, Shujian Lake has not had a peaceful life, but fortunately, it was also a fight between the gods, and it finally did not affect a remote place like Chishui City.

The little devil surnamed Gu was also assassinated by the enemy several times afterwards, but he didn't die, but he became more and more arrogant and arrogant, and his murderous name was famous, and he was surrounded by a large circle of wall-headed grass monks, and put on a nickname of "Prince on the Lake" for the little devil.

The old shopkeeper chatted happily, but the man did not speak much, and remained silent.

In the evening, the old man sent the man out of the door of the store, saying that he was welcome to come again, and he would be able to buy anything without buying anything.

The middle-aged man nodded, and when he got up, he had already put three small objects into his sleeve, and the brocade box under his arm, and left.

The old man was a little puzzled, as if this man was a little ...... when he left Lost in the soul? It's strange, it's obviously a rich Jianghu man, why should he be like this?

The old man stopped pursuing and shook his head and walked back to the store.

Today's big business is really not open for three years, and it has been open for three years, but he wants to see that in the future, who will dare to say that he is not the material that does business.

As for whether the man will come back to buy the big imitation Quhuang after he leaves, and why he began to force a smile when he listened to it, there was no smile at all, only silence, and the old shopkeeper was not very concerned.

What kind of book Jianhu's immortal fight, what Gu Xiaodevil, what life and death, grievances and grievances, anyway, it's all other people's stories, let's hear it, let's talk about it and it's over.

And after the guest left the shop, he walked slowly.

Life is not a story in a book, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, are all between the pages, but how easy it is to turn the pages of the book, how difficult it is to repair people's hearts.

Who said that, Cui Dongshan, Lu Tai, Zhu Yong?

I can't remember.

After walking dozens of steps, the middle-aged man actually stopped and sat on a step between the two shops.

Like a roadside dog.