Jungnam Mountain.

Chongyang Palace ushered in the fourth head of the sect, and at the succession ceremony, Yin Zhiping took over the authority removed by Qiu Chuji and officially served as the fourth generation of the Quanzhen Sect.

At the lively and noisy ceremony, a young Taoist priest stood in the distance and quietly looked at the complacent Yin Zhiping, he did not salute with the disciples, but silently turned around and walked out of the mountain gate of the Quanzhen Sect.

His departure did not attract anyone's attention, like a pebble falling into the waves, and then disappeared without a trace.

The back mountain of the Quanzhen Sect.

The young Taoist priest took off his robe, stood in front of an old man with gray hair in plain clothes, and bowed: "Uncle Ancestor, the disciple is here to say goodbye to you today. ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and said, "You are no longer staying in the Quanzhen Sect?" ”

The plainclothes Taoist priest shook his head: "The disciple has already learned what he should have learned, and it will not be beneficial for him to stay any longer, so it's time to go down the mountain and take a walk." ”

The old man touched the gray beard on his chin, muttered a little, and said, "Well, you have excellent talent, and your innate skills are also on the right track, with the help of the cold jade bed, now you have reached the skill of senior brother when he was Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

The old man is Zhou Botong, with his playful nature, he can endure loneliness, and is willing to stay on Zhongnan Mountain for a short time, for the sake of the young man Lu Guzhan in front of him.

After walking to Dongzhang, he called Lu Guzhan back to the ancient tomb, and every day of practice, he would force Lu Guzhan to sit on the cold jade bed and abandon distracting thoughts to run the innate exercises.

A few days ago, he was officially introduced, and his pure innate internal force was hidden and not revealed, and the Quanzhen swordsmanship was taught by the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, and the power that Lu Guzhan summoned was much stronger than that of the Quanzhen Seven Sons.

At this moment, none of the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect is his opponent Lu Guzhan, not even Yin Zhiping, who is in charge of the sect.

"Uncle Shi praised the ancestors, the disciple was just lucky to meet your old man, and he was lucky to get your guidance, so he was on the right track in a daze."

Lu Guzhan, who is only about twenty years old, does not have half the arrogance that he should have at this age, but has always maintained modesty, and it is precisely because of this that Zhou Botong has always looked at him very pleasing to the eye, and Quanzhen teaches fist and foot kung fu is not good, so Zhou Botong taught his big demon fist to Lu Guzhan to make up for his shortcomings.

The latter also lived up to expectations, and he practiced this boxing technique to the beginning in just half a month, and he was able to draw inferences from one another, giving the old naughty boy a lot of surprises.

"Hehe, you don't have to be modest, my old naughty boy said that you are a genius, you are, with your understanding, sooner or later you have to catch up with Dongzhang's stinky boy, let him wait and see."

The old urchin waved his hand and looked at the latter.

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in Lu Guzhan's eyes, and then he skipped the topic and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, the disciple wants to travel through the north first. ”

"In the north, this place is not peaceful now, and it is mostly taken by the Mongols, but don't be too careful, this is the territory of the beggars, I am very familiar with Huang Rong's little girl, if you need anything, you can report my name."

Zhou Botong groaned for a while, and then took it all over.

"Then the disciple thanked the master and uncle first."

Lu Guzhan saluted respectfully, his eyes flickering with his head down.

"Well, it's not too early, so you can go down the mountain."

Looking at the sky, Lu Guzhan bowed to Zhou Botong again: "Then the disciple will leave." ”

After speaking, Lu Guzhan turned around and walked down the mountain, but just after taking a few steps, Zhou Botong behind him suddenly stopped the latter: "You remember, remember to think twice before you go out, because what you represent is the Quanzhen Sect, and you are the only descendant of my senior brother." ”

Lu Guzhan paused when he heard this, nodded expressionlessly, and then paced down the mountain, and soon, the figure disappeared between the vast mountains.

Outside Yiyang Station.

The secluded forest mountain road ushered in an uninvited guest, and at this time the sky was slightly dark, and a postman was standing outside the post station and hanging a lantern, officially announcing the arrival of night.

At this time, the weather was already a little cool, a gust of night breeze blew leisurely, and the post man was blown into a spirit, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look into the distance, and saw a short donkey carrying a man in black slowly towards the post station.

The postman stood on tiptoe and looked, and saw that sitting on the donkey was a thin man, and every time the donkey walked a distance, the man would raise his head and take a sip of wine, and at this moment he was only a hundred meters away from the station.

Soon, the visitor slowly came to the door of the post station with a donkey, and smiled in the curious eyes of the post guard: "Little brother, is there any wine in the museum?" ”

The postman first looked at the comer, and saw that there was no dust on his face, although his eyes drooped, giving people a sense of listlessness, but the half-squinted eyes were unusually bright, and there was a long sword obliquely inserted in the back waist, thinking that it should be a ronin who walked the rivers and lakes.

Although the post guard is a member of the government and a career editor in the later generations, he didn't dare to play a score with these people in the rivers and lakes, so he nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, how much do you want?" ”

"Well, just fill me with this flask."

Jumping off the donkey, the man handed the five-pound wine jug in his hand to the post man: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Perhaps it was the man's kind attitude, and the postman also showed a slight smile on his face, and waved his hand: "Don't get in the way, it's getting late now, and there are still empty accommodations in the museum, do you want to spend the night?" ”

The post station of this era is not like the later generations, just send letters to the official family, the post station far away from the imperial city can be described as a hotel, in addition to serious work, it will also provide accommodation and food for passers-by to earn extra money, of course, the fee must be more expensive than the regular restaurant.

Of course, the county government knows about this, but it is just turning a blind eye.

Hearing this, the man looked at the mountains and forests full of twilight, and then looked at the plaque hanging with "Yiyang Station", and said with a smile: "Thank you, there is no need for accommodation, by the way, is Yiyang County in front." ”

When the post guard heard that there was no more business to do, a flash of disappointment flashed on his face, and he paused when he heard it, and nodded: "Well, two more mountains ahead is Yiyang County." ”

After saying that, he didn't care about the man, and went straight to drink.

The bored man looked around, then reached out and took out a carrot from his arms, first took a bite of himself, and then handed it to the donkey beside him: "Eat, there is still a long way to go." ”

Ignoring the donkey that was eating happily, the man looked at the mountain and forest trail in the distance, and said to himself: "A lamp that has been away from the world for a long time actually broke into the White Camel Villa and fought with Ouyang Feng for a day and a night, heh, interesting."