The road was long, the carriages were on the road, and the caravan people had little entertainment.

In the car where Lu Yun was, all the people sitting were martial artists, looking at the way they spoke, it was estimated that they were all people who ate and drank nonsense on weekdays, and they could play.

No, this will make a few people sit in the carriage and gamble.

In Lu Yun's opinion, although these martial artists cannot cultivate, they do not have a trace of aura in their bodies.

However, the degree of physical refinement is very good, comparable to some second- and third-level disciples who practice qi, but unfortunately, if their strength is not unexpected, they can only stop here in this life.

It's going to be a good bet, and it's just a bit of a drink.

A flask sits on the side, and the aroma of the wine penetrates into the nose and makes the throat roll.

It is indeed a good wine, mixed with subtle spiritual power, although it cannot help cultivation, but for these ordinary people, drinking it can also heal dark wounds, and use this spiritual wine to warm the body all year round, and also prolong life.

"Yo, Brother Wu, you have good luck today."

The bet is on the dice, which is very simple compared to size.

These people play really, they don't have a lot of skills, but most of the results are all luck.

And today, this Brother Wu has the best luck.

Brother Wu is a middle-aged man, honest looking, looks very reliable, when he laughs, he bares a mouthful of big white teeth, upside down, he is not very popular in the caravan, and he is the captain of the escort team.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

This will Brother Wu be humble and bring one of the pots of wine to him.

"This wine is still given by Master Qian, if it weren't for the road, I would like to drink it."

Someone sighed, looking at the pot of wine, and his eyes were envious.

This kind of spirit wine is very rare on weekdays.

"It's good to say, I'll take these drinks today, and when this cargo is delivered to the place, we'll drink it together."

Brother Wu can be a man, as soon as he said this, even if he was a little resentful, he was depressed in his heart.

"Speaking of Miss Lu, how did you come out to be a guard at such a young age?"

As a few people spoke, the topic shifted to Lu Yun outside the carriage.

The little girl's family, leaning on the carriage, had a straight back, and looked more presentable than their regular guards.

"I want to get out and walk."

Lu Yun told the truth.

Sweeping their eyes a little ahead, Bai Fengque's three people didn't like the restrained environment in the carriage, and followed the side of the convoy on horseback.

There are quite a few people trying to please him.

It's like the wine that these people used as a bet, and someone gave several jars to Song Hang.

Things are good things for Brother Wu and others, and they can be given away, but for Song Hang, I'm afraid they are just some rags.

If Chu Shuang hadn't been staring at Song Hang, Song Hang would have lost face long ago.

The barrier between mortals and monks is never broken in a few words, and these people are in a hurry to curry favor, hoping to get some leaked sweetness from the monks.

Even if there are some things that the monks can't use for mortals, but if they get some pills or something, they can't say that they can live without illness and pain for the rest of their lives.

"Tsk, Young Master Qian hasn't given up yet?" Zheng Tie pouted, a little toothache.

"Young Master Qian probably won't look at people's faces, didn't he see that Song Immortal didn't want to deal with him at all?" Feng Hong also complained.

Qian Hua is the youngest son of Boss Qian, and this is the second time he has gone out with Boss Qian.

And this eldest young master has a little ambition, that is, he wants to become a monk.

However, he had already done the test early, and his body could not practice, but he refused to give up, and he also inquired about the relationship in the city many times on weekdays, looking for those monks.

Boss Qian has a bit of wealth, and all some monks will give some face, but most of those people are some monks in the Qi refining period.

But how could this kind of monk have a way to solve the problem that ordinary people can't cultivate, naturally he refuses to give a positive explanation.

Qian Hua is thick-skinned enough, as long as he doesn't say it, he always takes advantage to curry favor.

People eat people with soft mouths and euphemistic words, which makes Qian Hua's thoughts that he shouldn't have even deeper.

"Wait, sooner or later, don't you see that people don't look down on him at all?"

Zheng Tie sneered.

This Young Master Qian used to have a commanding attitude towards them, but for these so-called immortals, it was called a lick.

Although Boss Qian also stopped it, Qian Hua refused to give up, so he could only do so.

I don't know where this Young Master Qian inquired and learned that Chu Shuang and the others were disciples of a small sect, so he tried everything to curry favor with him, hoping to enter Baifengque.

However, Qian Hua is still a little self-aware in the end, and he doesn't say that he will go in as a disciple, but only say that he will be a subordinate and serve the immortal elder.

Chu Shuang didn't want to pull down his face too much, and then it became the current mode of getting along.

"Okay, don't say these things in front of Boss Qian."

Everyone knows about Qian Hua, and Boss Qian also has a headache, but there is a difference between master and servant, and it is better to keep up some words.

The fastest people looked at Lu Yun and relaxed when they saw the other party's calm face.

"Okay, enough rest, let's get out of the car and go."

As a guard, it is naturally impossible to stay in the carriage all the time.

Without saying a word, Brother Wu jumped out of the car, got into the accompanying horses, whipped his whip, and went to the front of the caravan to patrol.

The rest followed.

Lu Yun was supposed to be together, but was stopped by Feng Hong.

"Brother Wu just let Miss Lu stay in the car, the girl's family, let's do these rough jobs."

Lu Yun only hitchhiked, and only used the name of a guard with a little fist and foot kung fu, and it was not good to really let people do something.

"Okay, thank you."

Lu Yun thanked her, she leaned against the door panel, remembering some of the past.

In the dream realm of Nanshan Daoren, he was just an ordinary person, and Nanshan used himself as a bargaining chip against Heavenly Dao, constantly looking for ways to try to make her break this barrier.

But in the end, the Heavenly Dao didn't give that glimmer of life.

The people of Nanshan Dao finally gave up and chose to sit down before the catastrophe came.

Such a powerful Nanshan Dao people have things that can be hoped for, and for Qian Hua and others, if this road persists, it may be even more desperate.

But maybe.

After all, these people don't know that even if they become so-called monks, they can't become real immortals.

The immortal chief in their mouths is nothing more than a kind of envy of strength and awe of ignorance.

How can they be immortals?

It's just that the Nanshan Dao people who control the Qianqiu Bell may have seen it for thousands of years, so they left that dream that revealed everything.

At that time, the situation of the people of Nanshan Dao probably knew their origins.

That dream really happened, whether there was a dream first and then they dreamed later, or did they have the real dream hidden in Nanshan after they fell into the dream.

Between cause and effect, Lu Yun couldn't tell the difference for a while. (End of chapter)