Bai Yunzi went up to the second floor, the corridor was full of wounded, the private rooms that were originally used to have fun were crowded with children, women, children and the elderly, they saw Bai Yunzi coming upstairs, and hurriedly walked out of the house, the black pressure on the ground crowded over and knelt down and kowtowed, those wounded also struggled to get up, Bai Yunzi waved his hands, a wave of qi escaped, those who knelt were helped up, and those who wanted to stand up were pressed back, he looked at this pair of eyes that flashed or excited, or begging, or sad, It was like a choked bone in my throat, and I reached out several times to say something, but I couldn't say anything.

The fate of a thousand widows, widows, and lonely women, children, and the old and weak is like a mountain pressing on his heart, making him ask himself:

"Huang Zhiyu, what are you doing, can you afford such a huge responsibility?"

"After 40 years of life, I will always step in my comfort zone, and I dare not step out of the strange circle of 'comfort', 'safety', and 'no trouble', now, do I dare to step out?"

"Look at them, if there is no me, where will their fate go, official slaves, private slaves, starvation, sickness, and people continue to be killed at will?"

"Where is the conscience? Where is justice? What is the principle of heaven? ”

"What the hell, people die and birds are facing the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years! I did it! ”

"Master?"

Looking at Bai Yunzi, whose chest was constantly rising and falling at the entrance of the stairs, Qingfeng asked in a low voice, but heard a light laugh coming from Bai Yunzi's mouth, he reached out and slapped the railing on one side, the railing shattered, and the wounded man next to him moved his butt inward, but he heard the hoarse but penetrating voice of the old fairy who rescued the distress and rescued the distress said hoarsely but very penetratingly:

"Baiyun's eye sockets are shallow, I can't see the suffering of the world, since I don't shoot today, there is no reason to give up halfway, all Sangzi, are you willing to follow my Baiyun vein, in this world of deceiving good and fearing evil, kill a smooth road to protect yourself?"

An old man who was frightened by one eye trembled slightly when he heard this, and he knelt down tremblingly with his crutches, shouting:

"I am willing to look forward to the old fairy horse, and it is not a pity to die with a crippled body!"

"The old immortal is looking at me as a pariah, why don't I dare to die!"

"Baiyun Old Immortal, the mana is boundless, the light covers the sun and the moon, and the virtue is in all directions!"

As soon as the old man took the lead, the surrounding women, children, old people, and wounded all knelt down and shouted with all their might, and they didn't know which poor acid was making trouble among the victims, and finally shouted out in unison, "Baiyun Old Immortal, boundless mana, light covers the sun and moon, and is full of virtue!" The slogan, the slogan was like a cry in despair through the walls, corrugated, and ceiling of the Liuxiang Building into the sky, so that the monks of the Vajra Gate guarding the outside looked at each other.

Only Hongxin played the drum in his heart, he knew how tricky this Bai Yunzi was, he actually violated the "Great Han Martial Arts Law", taught these Qinglou women martial arts in private, and ignored the nine veins of Tianmen and the imperial court, what else could he not do in this world?

Tianyi Sect, Tianyi Sect, only a fool would believe that he is the fourth rank king of Tianyi Sect, unless Tianyi Sect raises a banner to rebel tomorrow, otherwise it won't be long before this white cloud son will be saddled with a demon slaying order.

It's just that who is this white clouder who appeared here in vain? In the whole world, he really hasn't heard of this suddenly rising figure, is it which hermit master who is tired of staying in the deep mountains and old forests decided to come out to make a splash of wind and rain, look, if he doesn't have a deep background, he can't jump for a few days.

Bai Yunzi, who was thought by Hongxin to have been stumbling for a few days, was in the middle of the immortal residence, pointing to the scroll handed over by Zhou Xiangxiu and said:

"Hetou Valley, the terrain is high, and it is one of the sources of Bashui, a tributary of Luoshui, surrounded by lofty mountains and mountains, more than 140 miles away from Jialong County.

Qingfeng flipped through the book on the side, turning to Baixiaomen's monthly "Strange Chronicles of the Han Dynasty", which recorded the customs and customs of various places, the scenery of mountains and rivers, the climate of the waters and the distribution of monsters, she quickly found the page in Jialong County, and handed it to Bai Yunzi, Bai Yunzi looked at the above, and then loosened his eyebrows and twisted again.

According to Bai Xiaomen, there are demon beast nests in the west, north and south of Jialong County, and the west side is even more numerous because of the branch vein of the broken head mountain adjacent to the Qinling Mountains, among which the second-grade demon beast old turtle Mo Li is the most, it is rumored that the old turtle Mo Li has been entrenched in the Juelong Pond for more than a hundred years, guarding a second-grade demon beast big treasure mussel, after the big treasure mussel matures, it is necessary to fight with this demon beast, take its mussel bead into a dragon, this rumor does not know whether it is true or false, the source has long been eliminated in the long river of history, but eleven years ago, the Yongnan faction organized an elite exploration team, Sixty eight-rank armor soldiers, twenty-six seven-rank captains, ten six-rank generals, and two five-rank ministers entered the Guillotine Mountain under the leadership of ---Ning Qingyi, the ancestor of the four-rank kings of the Huashan faction, and wanted to find the big treasure clam beads, so that Ning Qingyi, who had been stuck in the fourth grade, could be promoted to the third-grade venerable.

But this time, there is no news, which directly leads to a great loss of the strength of the Huashan faction, and the sect fights among the sects, slipping from the position of the first hegemon in Yongnan to a second-rate sect, if it weren't for the fact that Yue Zilu was born out of thin air and was promoted to the fourth rank of the king three years ago, the various sects that encroached on the Huashan faction spit out the interests of the embezzlement of the Huashan faction with profits, so that the Huashan faction faintly returned to the first-class sect, otherwise Ning Qingyi would be the sinner of the Huashan faction through the ages.

"The old turtle is not leaving? Big clam? ”

Qingfeng has prepared the "Han Fierce Beast Record" in front of Bai Yunzi, the old turtle Mo Li's shadow graphics are very weird, I don't know which painter painted, the whole looks like a turtle, but there are horns on the back, the turtle head is more than twice as long as the turtle body, the turtle face is three times larger than the neck, its upper eyes are like lanterns, the mouth is like a crescent moon, the teeth are like sawtooth, and the four feet are in a waterhole, and the fierce face is exposed.

Look at the big treasure mussel again, the painting style is very different from the old ghost, the appearance is no different from the ordinary mussel shell, a pair of round eyes are painted in the mussel, and there is a trace of cuteness and cuteness in the view.

There are only a few words recorded below, and they are clearly hearsay, and if there are any errors, they are not responsible.

Bai Yunzi silently calculated the distance in his heart, stretched out his hand and clicked on the six places of Jianzhang Town, Dong'an Fort, Xi'an Fort, Loess Collection, Guojiabao and Shimen Village, and a small red blood stain appeared in the six places on the picture scroll, Qingfeng handed over the handkerchief, Bai Yunzi wiped his fingers, and his right finger was clicked on the picture scroll in turn, calculating the degree of migration of so many people, and turned his head to Zhou Xiang embroidery:

"Would you like to follow the salt dealer?"

Zhou Xiangxiu guessed some rough outlines when he took the picture scroll, although the master overwhelmed the three major sects, but Sushan County was in chaos only for a while, Yongzhou is big, there are countless heroes, and the wolves are around, how can you let the shallow foundation of the Baiyun line control the Yongnan land, she is smart, naturally I don't believe that the master is really the king of the Tianyi Sect, since the Baiyun line can't hide in Sushan County, so I can only find another place.

Therefore, Shizun's words and deeds are reasonable in her eyes, and when she heard Shizun ask about the smuggler Ran Zhan, she thought about it and said:

"Let him give up his family business, he will not will, but the master can accept him as a ......"

Zhou Xiang embroidered for a while, she felt that she was a little open-mouthed, how could she be the master of accepting apprentices? Bai Yunzi waved his hand and said:

"If you don't pay attention to these things as a teacher, you just say it."

"Yes, the master can accept him as a closed disciple and let him become the secret son of the sect in Sushan County, I think that if Ran Zhan is not stupid, he should try his best to raise funds for the migration of the sect."

"Good, this matter will be done by the teacher himself, and you can call the money for grain, seeds, farm tools, and livestock, and then buy cattle and horses carts, and after seven days, after seven days, the teacher will take you out of Sushan County."

"Obey the teacher's orders!"

Zhou Xiangxiu and Qingfeng bowed their hands together, Bai Yunzi put away the scroll and handed it back to Zhou Xiangxiu, opened the window, and flew to the roof across the street, sixteen white-robed monks who were responsible for monitoring his every move were just about to follow, and with a finger of his right hand, the leading white-robed monk was fixed in place.

"Half a step further, don't talk about killing!"

The white-robed monks hurriedly stopped, and watched Bai Yunzi fly in the direction of the lower courtyard.

In a courtyard in the lower courtyard, the smuggler Ran Zhan is carrying a stone lock to exercise, he is tall and strong, but not a martial artist, only because of the poverty of the early years, his parents fled from Wei County, Jinzhou to Yongzhou, afraid that he would starve to death, his father sold his mother in Yongdu, changed the grain all the way south, when he arrived in Sushan County, his father fell ill, and died in a few days, leaving the orphan Ran Zhan to beg for a living, at that time the three major sects had not yet been clearly divided into power, fighting all day long, the streets were not quiet, and there were many ruffians and hooligans who disturbed the people, The young Ran Zhan conspired with twenty-four beggars to frame and kill four ruffians, and took their assets to give to the Qi Ying Martial Arts Hall, which was quite able to hold up the scene at that time, and took refuge in it, and learned some rough kung fu, two years later, the Qi Ying Martial Arts Hall gradually couldn't bear the diffraction damage caused by the three major sects falling against each other, and migrated to Shuzhou with the caravan, while Ran Zhan stayed, and fought to the death with his twenty-four brothers in Sushan County, snatching a lot of land from those thieves who did not enter the stream.

After another three and a half years, the three major sects that could not be beaten finally compromised, the shrewd Ran Zhan hurriedly transformed, gave up those so-called territories, led twenty-four brothers to become salt dealers, and poured private salt between Yongzhou and Shuzhou.

Ran Zhan insisted on exercising every day, and also led the three old brothers and his subordinates to practice together, but if he didn't practice, his strength was small, and the ten-grade disaster wolf could take people away in one bite, and the speed was slow, and even the ten-grade black spotted rat couldn't run, it didn't look strong enough, and those black-hearted bandits would target their own team.

Ran Zhan wants to change this situation, he has to learn martial arts, but he is thirty or six years old, his meridians are blocked, his skeletal muscles are stiff and solidified, and his cognition of the world has long been mature.

Ran Zhan looked at the young son Thorn Slave who was practicing Mani Knife Technique in the corner, and a gratifying smile appeared on his face, although the Thorn Slave was only four and a half years old, he left the relationship when he was young, and sent him to practice martial arts under the master of the Daying Martial Arts Hall, although he was not as famous as Li Yongqiang in the lower courtyard, but he also had good qualifications, and he would be five and a half years old next year, and it happened that on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, he was confident that he would send the Thorn Slave into the King Kong Gate.

But now, there is a better opportunity.

Bai Yunzi fell lightly in the courtyard, and the people around him looked over, and after seeing this white fat old man, everyone did not dare to move, especially Ran Zhan and his three old brothers, they could also be regarded as thieves before, if this Baiyun old immortal inquired about their background, if they wanted to forcibly have mercy here, they would have to settle the account.

Ran Zhan wanted to wash his name, he really wanted to wash his name, especially after Bai Yun Lao Xian showed his mercy, he asked for a relationship to say that he wanted to get under the feet of Bai Yun Lao Xian to be a Baiyun Outer Gate handyman, and the Zongmen's handyman was also a dog with fangs and mouths, and he would dare to pull up a bigger tiger skin and make more money in the future.

He never thought that he would be able to meet Bai Yunzi, a king-like figure, how could a lowly peddler and pawn like him see it with his own eyes, but now, he saw it with his own eyes.

"Who are you?"

The thorny slave who was collecting the knife on the side saw a chubby white-robed old man falling in his yard, and came over to ask aggressively, Ran Zhan hurriedly ran over to block him, and kowtowed to the ground with his little head, saying:

"The old immortal Fa Driver, come to the cold house, I don't know what to order?"

Bai Yunzi glanced at the stubborn thorn slave who was reluctant to kowtow, and stretched out his finger to the room in the lower courtyard that was okay.

"Go in and say."