Ning Chuyi is finally going to leave the Fufeng City where he was born and raised, and he is going to go outside to see the real world.

At the beginning of the day, he woke up and counted his possessions, not much, but not much.

When the master left, he gave himself a lot of money, saying that he was entangled on the road, and the young man wanted to speak and stopped, Li Muxuan directly blocked the back road with a sentence: "If you come to Shushan in the future, I won't have it, the big man grinds and chirps like a girl, what kind of system?" Keep it! ”

Coming back to his senses, Ning Chuyi listened carefully to the snoring of the girl in the room and fell into deep thought.

He may die before he reaches Shushan, not to mention that there is a Qin Mood Gu Xiu waiting for him, this is a nonsensical debt, and so far Ning Chuyi doesn't understand where he provoked that young man, and he wants to be so ruthless.

Ning Chu shook his head, dissipating these thoughts, and suddenly remembered the words of the storyteller in the north of the city, "Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind." ”

The boy ran to the backyard in small steps, stood under the locust tree, squatted down and moved away from the colorful stones on the dirt floor, for some reason, he was very slow to plan.

After a few hours, seeing that there were no traces of others digging on the ground, he quickly stopped his movements, pricked up his ears and listened, especially the snoring, so he breathed a sigh of relief, so he began to use both hands at the same time, little by little digging soil, a moment later, when he touched a black Yao wooden box, his heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously slowed down, and finally he took out the wooden box, opened it and saw that there were a lot of silver taels in it.

Now that there is a better choice for this money, Ning Chu thought of this, went back to the house and woke up Ning Que, took a brown-black robe, closed the door, and walked straight to the slightly flat bluestone steps, and took off the locust wood sword behind him.

He was relieved that everything that needed to be done was done.

After thinking about it, Ning Chuyi took off the thin clothes outside, the master said that he should wear it outside, so it is rare to put on a new dress, as the saying goes, people rely on clothes, at first glance it really smells, long hair is half tied up, quite casual.

The sky is polished.

The young man carried a wooden sword on his back, only a little bit of broken silver he had saved, and a few shriveled flatbreads in his arms.

Today's Ning Que doesn't know why, and since the morning, he hasn't said a word.

The two walked for half an hour before they walked out of Fufeng City, and the young man finally turned his head to look back at the direction of the Turbid Water Alley in the dawn of the day, as if he wanted to imprint the Turbid Water Alley that he had lived in for six years in his mind, and was stunned, and after a long time, he turned around and walked quickly.

I heard that Mr. Storyteller said a lot, and the young man really wanted to go to Chang'an and the Southern Xinjiang of the Western Regions, of course, it is the right thing to take care of the present first, and it is not too ambitious.

There is an official road outside Fufeng City, if you don't use external force, you can only walk here, according to Master, there will be caravans coming and going in several cities every day on this road, and there is an endless stream. Walk along the official road for a few days to reach the original boundary of Wuling, if you don't meet the bandits on the mountain on the road, don't rest in the street inn, and then walk for ten years to reach the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Ning Chuyi is a person who has never seen the world, he has been in the small place of Fufeng City for twelve years, and now this walk, according to the words of the scholar when he was a teenager, is "the frog at the bottom of the well jumps out of this world", but after visiting the most proud Bai Jianxian in the world, Mr. Bai said: "This is a fish jumping over the dragon gate, and the sky is high for birds to fly."

Ning Chuyi thought about these two sentences for a long time along the way, but he was still puzzled, and accidentally remembered that there was a sentence in the history of the wild book, "Everything is inferior, only reading is high", although it was the arbitrary words of a down-and-out scholar, but it did not prevent him from having high respect for readers, as for the three words "Li Qingbai" on the cover of the book, he had not cared about it.

Ning Chuyi had something hidden in his heart, so he didn't know that Fufeng City had become a dark spot behind him little by little, and his footsteps were still unhurried, and after walking for a few hours, he saw some scenery that was slightly different from Fufeng City, with a unique style of swaggering wine shops, forest and wild shops, and strangers in strange costumes that he had never seen before.

The boy suddenly woke up and stepped into a new and unknown world, even if it was just a chill in the world, it made the boy unreal, confused, and dreamlike.

It was almost noon, and Ning Chuyi saw a procession of about half a hundred people, and among them was a bearded man who impressed him: wearing breeches, wrist guards tied around his legs, and a crimson belt around his waist.

It's not that the big man is embarrassed when he sees Ning Chu's young age, it's purely that the man is burly, the young man has heard the master say that this kind of person is the dart master who the caravan spends a lot of money on, that is, the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

At that time, the young man was full of questions about this, and the questions raised made Li Muxuan annoyed, wondering if he had confiscated his apprentice and accepted a money fan?

"Do they make a lot of money?"

......

The sword-bearing boy came back to his senses, but he just glanced at him and didn't look away, he was not a cultivator after all.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head to look back, and finally couldn't see the muddy water alley, and muttered: "Parents are here, not far away." ”

Ning Que laughed it off.

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In the courtyard of Fufeng City, Bai Li was sitting in danger, and recalled that Confucian scholar, after all, someone had to get the luck of heaven and earth, and the scholar was indifferent to this opportunity that made several immortal sects blush, and his way was not here.

The scholar turned his head again, looked at Longquan lying there, and smiled, but then turned his head again and looked at the note on the table, "The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people are one of them." ”

Bai Li got up suddenly, walked in the courtyard step by step, sighed, and said a little helplessly, "I don't know when my old friend will return." ”

Readers know that in this world, in addition to the Confucian scholars who have traveled here from the south of the Yangtze River, there are also self-righteous Taoist sect masters, the reckless Seven Realms Gu cultivators in the Western Regions, a Six Realms demon clan monk who is mixed into it, a ranger of the Zongheng family, and a credit swordsman of the Mo family, they don't care who is in charge of this world, if they make a mistake, it is a big deal to go back to their own house to hide for a lifetime, even if you have a great cultivation one day, you can still defeat the monks of several worlds?

Bai Li was expected.

"Huh?"

He was suddenly surprised, and he also missed an old immortal of the Taoist Quanzhen Sect Wudang Mountain, and he would not forget the star sword intent in the poor young man's body.

Bai Li walked out of the house, stopped under the eaves, stared at the heavy rain, he couldn't help but recall his high-spirited life, the Jiang Lao Sword Cultivator on the border of Yumen Pass has been in the world for thousands of years, and now there are really only these Pixiu left?

Bai Li was stunned, so he stared at the two young girls who had already left Fufeng City, and the two walked side by side.

This white-clothed scholar who was willing to be trapped on one side was relieved to see a demon woman when he was young.

The scholar looked out of the city, thought for a long time, went back to the house and wrote down the four words, especially relieved, took off the wine gourd and got drunk, held the root of the mountain stick, towards the famous Jixia Academy in the Eastern Wilderness, and walked slowly towards the sword and dragon spring.

People walk away from the courtyard and look at the paper again.

"Wandering Angelica".