Out of the Luoxia Mountains, you can see an ancient city standing aside. The city gate is as high as a hundred zhang, and there are countless people who enter and exit, and the city is full of people and is very lively.

A group of dart masters were being inspected by the guards at the city gates, when suddenly, two horses galloped past one of the dart masters.

The dart master looked at the horse that almost hit him and went away, and was about to scold when he was covered with his hand by the dart head next to him.

The dart head pointed to the mark on the horse's body and whispered, "You don't want to die?" ”

The dart master looked along the fingers of the dart head, and saw that the two horses were each branded with three big characters, and there was a cold sweat.

"Seven Xuanmen".

In the past, the name of Qixuanmen has resounded around Luoxia Mountain. In recent years, after the destruction of the Wild Wolf Gang, the great name of the Seven Xuanmen has made those of them who have broken through the rivers and lakes like thunder. In this small world, the Seven Xuanmen is the only overlord. If you offend the government, it's a big deal to wander the world, but if you want to offend the Seven Xuanmen, I'm afraid that your life will not be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, the dart master thanked the dart head gratefully.

In the middle of nowhere, an old man and a young man on a horse stopped in a house.

This house is not big, and it is no different from the surrounding houses.

The steps of the house were cleaned without a trace of dust, and the door was wide open, and there was a wooden plaque on the door, the style of the plaque and the wood used were somewhat unremarkable, but the handwriting on it was quite handsome.

Zhao Mu turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the owner of the horse gate, looked up at the plaque, and looked at the three big characters of "orphanage" that he had put pen to paper.

"Can you send money to the door every month?" After a long time, Zhao Mu came back to his senses.

"I gave money and money, and according to your instructions, I selected a few honest and reliable and kind-hearted inner disciples to serve as stewards here." The master of the horse also dismounted, with the reins in his hand.

"The master has always liked children..."Zhao Mu was silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth: "You bother to leave a message here." ”

"Yes."

Zhao Mu no longer looked at the plaque, beat the horse and left, and the owner of the horse gate followed.

In the courtyard of the house, the children sit at their desks and read books.

Occasionally, when a child wanders away, after seeing the portrait in the hall, he immediately shows gratitude, and then buries himself in reading.

The portrait is an old man, full of kindness and amiability, who is the old man Zhao who founded this hospital.

A month later.

An inn somewhere near the barbarian border.

Zhao Mu and Ma Men were sitting at the table by the window on the second floor.

The master of the horse gate showed a bitter face, although he was a first-class player, but he was pampered, where could he stand the starry night and sleep in the open for a month.

Zhao Mu's face was flat, and under the effect of his strong physique, he did not feel the slightest discomfort. If it weren't for the need for someone to lead the way, Zhao Mu would have given up his horse and hurried directly with light skills, and he would have arrived here in less than a week.

Near the border, in the inn sat a number of traveling merchants dressed as barbarians, drinking heavily and talking loudly in barbarian.

In the center of the first floor of the inn, there is a platform built with wooden planks with a radius of ten zhang, which is more than three feet above the ground. On the platform, there were a number of boldly dressed, young and beautiful barbarian girls, who were dancing.

The sound of applause and conversation intersected with each other and became noisy, which made the already tired master of the horse gate a little upset, and saw that Gongzi looked at the exotic customs that were very different from Zhao Guo with great interest, and said helplessly: "Childe, that Taoist temple is ten miles west outside the city, when will we leave." ”

"It's not us, it's me. The Taoist temple is dangerous, you rest in the inn for a few days, and after resting, you will return to the sect. Zhao Mu withdrew his admiring gaze at the dancers and looked at the master calmly.

The master of the horse gate wanted to go back earlier, but now he can leave this bitter cold border in a few days, and he is a little overjoyed, but there is a trace of worry on his face, and he said: "Since the son said that this trip is dangerous, Ma is not talented, and he is willing to do his meager efforts to smooth out the hardships for the son." ”

Then the Lord of the Horse Gate said several words of faithfulness.

Zhao Mu was unmoved, and looked at the master of the horse gate with a smile, as if he was looking at something new and interesting.

As a last resort, the dry-mouthed master of the horse door could only retreat with interest, leaving Zhao Mu alone on the second floor.

"Guest, your wine is here." Xiao Er moved a five-pound bamboo leaf green to Zhao Mu, and some of the dumb scholars had ordered so much wine, and they didn't know if they could finish it.

Zhao Mu took off his mask, went to the sealing mud on the wine jar, and poured a few sips.

Since the death of the master and Uncle Zhong, Zhao Mu has fallen in love with the things in this cup or just seeing things and thinking about people.

The guests on the second floor were amazed when they saw this handsome and delicate young man, but he was very bold when he drank wine.

Ten miles west of the city, there is a mountain, and the name of the mountain has long been unexaminable. Because there is a temple on the mountain, the villagers who live in the surrounding area use the name of the temple as the name of the mountain. The name of the view is "Jinguang Temple", and the mountain is called "Jinguang Mountain".

And because although the Taoist temple has a wonderful law, but he is quite greedy for money, every time the famous rich family asks for him, it is inevitable to be stabbed by Dazai, so the local people call "Jinguang" as "Jingguang" with homophony, and call "Jinguangguan" "Jingguangguang".

Zhao Mu thought back that the spies had found out the information about the Jinguang Temple of the Venerable Jinguan, and looked at the Jinguang Gate and pillars in front of him were painted with gold paint, looking not only not magnificent, but people felt extremely rustic, and they were even more contemptuous of this "famous" Jinguang Venerable in their hearts.

Of course, disdain is disdain, the lion fights the rabbit and goes all out, Zhao Mu thinks that it is better to be careful.

After thinking about it, Zhao Mu's face changed, from a plain face to a high-spirited one, and he took out a paper fan and walked towards the entrance with a big grin.

"Let you see the Lord come out to me."

"Venerable guest, wait a moment, I have asked my junior brother to invite the Lord." The boy saw the uninvited guest in front of him, dressed in white, gently shaking the paper fan, in addition to his dignified appearance, he also had a noble body, he did not dare to slack off, and brought a pot of good tea and put it in front of the guest.

"You dare to bring this broken tea, quickly call your Guan Ju over, otherwise you will miss the big event of my son, and when the family elders arrive, don't talk about you, even you Guan Ju can't afford to bear the sin." The guests still didn't give up, and they didn't even look at the pot of tea.

The Venerable Jin Guang hid outside the door and secretly looked at the guest, seeing that the guest was young, but his mana was far stronger than his own, he guessed that it should be a child of a great family of cultivators, but he didn't know what was going on with his own small view, and he was afraid that he would really mistake the big thing in the young man's mouth and be punished by the young elders, so he immediately flashed into the house with a sneer.

When Zhao Mu saw the dwarf who was more than three feet tall, he knew that it was the main owner who came, and scolded: "You dwarf, can you let my son wait, and don't let these subordinates get out?"

The Venerable Jin Guang was short since he was a child, and he hated others mentioning his height the most, and now he was called a dwarf, and his blood and qi suddenly surged, and he was afraid of Zhao Mu's background, so he suppressed his anger to death, and his face was blue and purple for a while, so it was not exciting.

"I don't know what the son is looking for." After letting the boy retreat, the Venerable Jin Guang, whose face was still weird, held back his anger and said.

But when he heard Zhao Mu's tone suddenly cold, the words he spit out made Master Jin Guang even more shocked...