Dai Gao saw that Liu Xiaolou knew, so he didn't say anything more, nodded and said, "Yes, the first arrow in southern Hunan." He failed in his retreat and did not come out alive, so Boss Wang gathered the heroes and prepared to enter the village. I'm ordered to post, are you going or not? ”

Liu Xiaolou thought for a long time and said, "I heard the teacher say before that Zhang Xianbai is a leading disciple of the outer sect of Dongyang Mountain......

Dai Gao said: "So we have to do it before Dongyang Mountain sends people to pay tribute, the time is very tight, just tomorrow night." In the past, it was your husband who answered the post, but this time ......"

Liu Xiaolou didn't answer, looking at the tomb silently. The teacher, Mr. Sanxuan, received the hero's post six months ago, and then he lay in this tomb, and the body was still sent back by Dai Gao in front of him.

Dai Gao said again: "After receiving the hero's post, life and death are at your own risk...... You decide. ”

Shaking his head and taking a deep breath, Liu Xiaolou still went up to pick up the post and held it tightly in his palm. This post is made of a square wood, the wood color is yellow with purple, engraved with the three words "Hero Post", the handwriting is hidden from time to time, it is the unique technique of Wang Boss, it is difficult to imitate outside.

"Ending up with a post?"

"Yes, take it with you, don't lose it, and let you go into the mountain with the post." After a pause, he sighed again: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to post to you......"

Liu Xiaolou smiled reluctantly: "The juniors haven't made any progress for half a year." ”

Dai Gao nodded, said no more, got up, and walked down the mountain quickly.

Liu Xiaolou watched Dai Gao leave, sat in front of the grave for a while, and kowtowed respectfully: "Please teacher bless me with a smooth trip." ”

Kowtowed, Liu Xiaolou returned to the thatched hut, tied the Shichuan Sanxuan Sword to his back, and turned out the last one or two pieces of loose silver from the cabinet under the bed, put on the hat, and went out.

This trip to Jinping Mountain is not less than 300 miles, but it must be arrived before tomorrow night, but it cannot be delayed.

Out of the courtyard, I saw the big white goose standing by the road, its wings slightly open, looking up at itself, Liu Xiaolou reached out and touched its head: "If I can't come back, there will be no three mysteries in the world, you can find your own way to survive then." ”

When coming down from the Qianzhu Ridge, it rained heavily, and the water of the Wuchao River rose extremely fast, roaring like a dragon, surging downstream.

The small hat couldn't stop the rain at all, and Liu Xiaolou was soaked all over. The second layer of qi refining is not afraid of this wind and rain, but the foot journey is much slower.

After walking along the Wuchao River for more than two hours, I finally came out of Wulong Mountain, and in front of me was the farmland of Qianmo, and the raindrops gradually became smaller, but it kept falling.

Liu Xiaolou went up the mountain with his teacher at the age of eight, practiced in the mountains for ten years, and was very familiar with the surrounding roads, so he quickened his pace and went south along the ridge. At this time, the sky was dark, and he was hungry, so he came to a house surrounded by earth and knocked on the door: "Uncle Tian! ”

An old farmer opened the door and welcomed him into the house: "Little Immortal Master, is this going out of the mountain?" ”

"Yes, passing by here, ask Tian Bo for food."

"Yes, yes."

Tian Bo went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of millet rice, a piece of old pickles, and accompanied Liu Xiaolou to eat, while watching him eat, he asked: "I haven't seen the Three Xuan Immortal Master for a long time, is he okay?" ”

Liu Xiaolou pulled the chopsticks back and forth in the bowl for a long time, and said softly: "The teacher has feathered." ”

Tian Bo said "ah", said no more, and silently accompanied Liu Xiaolou to finish eating. At a certain moment, he suddenly grinned and smiled: "A few years ago, the Jingzhen fairy of Xiushan fell in love with my family Ah Zhen and took her to practice. ”

Liu Xiaolou was stunned and said, "Xiushan...... Jingzhen Immortal Master...... Ah Zhen is so blessed. ”

Tian Bo said with a smile: "Thanks to the blessing of the little immortal master, if there was no little immortal master to rescue him back then, Ah Zhen would have been washed away by the flood a long time ago......"

Liu Xiaolou shook his head: "Uncle Tian, don't mention it." Xiushan is a good place, and Jingzhen Immortal Master is also a master, well, I heard my teacher say, very high, very high...... Then after she left, what happened to Tian Bo? Didn't you go to Xiushan with you? ”

Tian Bo waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I'm doing well by myself, I don't have to worry about it!" Besides, Xiushan is five hundred miles away from home, what is the old man going to do? Who will take care of these fields? The old man's surname is Tian, and he is destined to be inseparable from the soil in this life...... By the way, when I left, Immortal Master Jingzhen said that Ah Zhen could go home once a year. ”

There was silence again.

Liu Xiaolou nodded slowly, and put down the more than one or two pieces of scattered silver: "Uncle Tian, I'm in a hurry, let's go first." ”

Tian Bo chased out: "Give too much, where can I use so much?" ”

Liu Xiaolou didn't look back, and waved his hand behind him: "I won't give money when I come back next time." ”

Leaving Wulong Mountain, Liu Xiaolou wore the stars and the moon, worked hard to hurry, refining the second floor of qi, not necessarily faster than the ordinary martial artists of large families, but it was better to have a true yuan circulation in the dantian, and the breath was long, until the next day before dark, he finally entered Jinping Mountain in southern Hunan.

There was an old man at the mountain pass, stopped Liu Xiaolou, who was approaching, and asked, "Where are the young people going?" ”

Liu Xiaolou glanced at the old man's chest, and saw that there was also a hero post, so he hurriedly took out his hero post and shook it in front of the old man: "The younger generation came from Wulong Mountain to participate in the hero conference." ”

The old man sniffed and asked, "Who posted it?" ”

Liu Xiaolou replied: "Dai Sanren." ”

The old man nodded and pointed to the high mountain on the right: "Enter the mountain from here, see the rocks and climb the north mountain, to the north cliff." ”

Liu Xiaolou arched his hand, entered the mountain according to the instructions, walked for a few miles, and saw a mountain path, surrounded by rocks, so from here, with the rising moon to the top, there was already a cliff in front.

At a glance, I saw Dai Gao on the edge of the cliff, he was hiding behind a boulder, looking down the cliff from time to time. Seeing Liu Xiaolou, Dai Gao beckoned him over.

When you come to the edge of the cliff, there is a dark mountain col below, and the terrain is almost indistinguishable, only the surrounding undulating hills outline the mountain shadows in the moonlight.

In that mountain col, there was a hidden lamp, and Dai Gao said: "This is Zhang's Jinping Villa." ”

Liu Xiaolou looked away for a moment and asked, "Seniors, which way of heroes have responded?" ”

Dai Gao pointed to the mountains: "In the east of the mountain is the Mengdong River heroes, in the south valley is the seventh branch of the Paijiao, on the west mountain there is the Yunshan Gang, and the southeast and southwest two gaps are controlled by the local tycoons Gao Feiyan and Wan Jianxin. On this side of the north cliff are the brothers from the north. ”

Liu Xiaolou asked: "Who is here in our Oolong Mountain?" ”

Dai Gao replied: "The hour is too tight, so I didn't invite much, only you and Longshan Sanren...... You're the first to arrive. ”

Liu Xiaolou looked at the mountains, and he couldn't tell how many cultivators there were in the mountains, but the Zhang clan in the manor obviously didn't know that a catastrophe was coming, and the manor was still brightly lit, shrouded in the dark night, like a feast on the table, waiting to be divided.

That night, a group of heroes from the north gathered on the north cliff one after another, and there were more than 30 people, which shows that Dai Gao traveled widely.

In the second half of the night, the Sanren of Longshan also arrived, this gentleman was full of beard, almost unable to distinguish the face, claiming to be the "dragon head" who had practiced Xuangong to the depths of the essence, and he did not know whether it was true or false. Although he and Liu Xiaolou are both cultivators in Oolong Mountain, they have never met, and when they heard that Liu Xiaolou was a disciple of Mr. Sanxuan, they nodded at him: "Brother Sanxuandao...... Nice people. ”

Liu Xiaolou thanked him.