ran back and forth, but Liu Xiaolou didn't run far, ran out for more than a mile and stopped his footsteps, hiding on a small hill in the middle of the road, waiting for the Baiyun swordsman.

According to Yuan Ziqi, the Yun family's March period has not yet ended, and the Baiyun swordsman will not accept his fate honestly, although he has not found any other recruitment posts from him, but he probably still has a way, it seems that there is any news about recruiting relatives inside their high gate, what others don't know, the Yun family should know.

It's easy to find this way to mix back gifts, of course Liu Xiaolou won't give up easily, don't you bare the wool, wouldn't it be a waste of the way he found to make money? As long as you mix it again, it will be enough to open up the last point of the Yin meridian by yourself!

After waiting patiently for a while, the figure of the white cloud swordsman finally appeared on the mountain road, he lowered his head and didn't know what to think, and he looked quite depressed under the moon.

Don't be discouraged, Brother Yun, take a good look at you below, keep up your efforts, the beauty is waiting for you ahead.

While encouraging the Baiyun Swordsman, Liu Xiaolou hung about a hundred zhang away from the back, and walked like this all night. Identifying the direction, it is to the southeast, and I don't know which high gate it is this time.

After walking like this for two days, and gradually entering another piece of mountains, Liu Xiaolou's spirit was lifted, and his footsteps followed a little closer, narrowing the distance a little.

A village appeared on the hill in front of it, with smoke curling and chickens and dogs smelling each other. The Baiyun swordsman entered the village, while Liu Xiaolou looked at the village suspiciously.

This village is very small, there are only a dozen families in total, where are there any big families?

After waiting outside the village for a long time, the Baiyun Swordsman came out again, and unlike before, there was an extra package on his shoulder.

Liu Xiaolou continued to keep an eye on it, followed him to the deep mountains, turned over a mountain, and saw a dilapidated and decaying Taoist temple, I don't know how long it has been abandoned, the view wall has collapsed in half, overgrown with weeds, and barren.

Seeing that the Baiyun swordsman entered the Taoist temple, he found a room and flashed in, Liu Xiaolou didn't dare to get too close, he looked around from a distance to find a place with an excellent view, jumped on the canopy, hid inside, and continued to keep an eye on the Baiyun swordsman's every move.

The view here is very good, quite condescending, and you can see it very clearly. Then he saw the Baiyun swordsman come out of the tattered house, make a fire at the door of the house, take out the bread and dried meat from the package he was carrying just now, skewer them with dry branches, and slowly roast them on the fire.

Liu Xiaolou also relaxed, slipped down the canopy, and fed himself.

At night, the Baiyun swordsman rested in this broken view, lighting a red bonfire, while Liu Xiaolou was blowing the cold wind in the field outside, and he didn't dare to light a fire, so he really suffered.

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Xiaolou finally left here and rushed to the small village outside the mountain, spent a tael of silver, and begged for hot porridge and soup from a farmer's house.

While eating, he asked the farmers if there were any immortal sects nearby, or big families, and sure enough, he got a definite news, and then entered the mountain seven or eight miles, which is the famous Shenwu Mountain Villa.

According to the farmer's statement, the immortal masters in the Zhuangzi have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and all of them will call the wind and clouds. The rumors of such a fool in the countryside are naturally not credible, but at least it shows that it is right to follow the Baiyun Swordsman, and the destination of the Baiyun Swordsman should be Shenwu Mountain Villa.

As for whether Shenwu Mountain Villa has recruited relatives, this farmer is vague, it should be unqualified to hear about this matter, in fact, no one in the entire village is qualified to hear about it.

So, Liu Xiaolou returned to Poguan again, and while seizing the time to hit the punching hole, he waited patiently.

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This time, the waiting time is very long, and this wait is more than ten days. Sleeping in the wilderness in winter, unable to shelter from the wind and rain, there is no meal, such a day is a bit bitter, but Liu Xiaolou has a hard life, he has not enjoyed any blessings, and there is no problem in holding on.

Until one afternoon, Liu Xiaolou ran out of a spirit stone and turned into powder and crumbs, he opened his eyes, looked through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Looking over the collapsed wall, patrolling back and forth in front of the two rooms, he suddenly landed on the bonfire, which had been burning for half a month and had been extinguished.

The White Cloud Swordsman is gone?

He hurriedly looked around, but he didn't find the figure of the Baiyun swordsman, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed and careless. was about to go to Poguan to investigate the field, but Yu Guang found a figure on the top of the mountain in the northwest, dressed in white fluttering, and the abyss was independent.

Liu Xiaolou breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly lurked over. This time, the White Cloud Swordsman went straight into the mountains and came to a canyon.

There is a stone monument at the mouth of the gorge, which is in harmony with the surrounding mountains and stones, and there is no accumulation of hundreds of years, so it is impossible to reveal such a smooth and jade-like color.

The stone tablet reads "Shenwu Mountain Villa".

In the valley, there are hundreds of large and small houses, which stretch up the hillside. At the highest point of the hillside is a large hall, and there is a hundred-foot-high waterfall next to the hall, which flows down, but you can't hear the rumbling waterfall, which should be separated by a soundless magic array.

Set up the magic circle for sound insulation, and keep the magic circle open on a daily basis, just this one, there are at least dozens of spirit stones consumed every year, which can know the family background of Shenwu Mountain Villa.

Liu Xiaolou nodded with satisfaction. He quickened his pace, caught up with the Baiyun swordsman who was about to enter the valley, and smiled and arched his hand: "It's really fate, Brother Yun, we met here again, my brother is polite!" ”

The Baiyun swordsman looked at him fixedly, and said coldly: "The surname Liu, you really don't go away." ”

Liu Xiaolou smiled: "What are you talking about?" The so-called don't fight and don't know each other, you and I have fought twice, and the friendship can be called irreversible, and we will get drunk tonight! Come on, come on, advanced Zhuangzi ......"

He said in a low voice: "At the gate of the mountain, Brother Yun has something to say back, it's not good for everyone to make trouble, isn't it?" ”

The Baiyun swordsman glared at him fiercely, buried his head in the valley, Liu Xiaolou hurriedly followed, chased after him and said: "Go back to Damu Mountain, Brother Yun's post was lost, it was my brother who helped you divide it and brought you to the court, Brother Yun didn't express his gratitude, so why refuse people thousands of miles away?" ”

He was reminding the Baiyun Swordsman, last time I took you into the Li Clan's Ink Washing Hall, if someone stopped me this time, would it be your turn to report back?

His reminder was redundant, the mouth of the gorge was unattended, and the two entered the villa without hindrance.

Liu Xiaolou didn't know whether this was a clan-based manor or a sect based on the inheritance of master and apprentice, and he didn't care about it, as long as he got the return gift in the end, he would be satisfied, and it was meaningless for him to understand this.

Before coming to a mansion in the village, the Baiyun swordsman finally connected with the steward in the village, and briefly asked about the intention, and the steward led them to a guest house.

Liu Xiaolou didn't care about himself, gave up the main house to the Baiyun swordsman, lived in the wing room by himself, smashed into the soft futon, sighed with satisfaction, and waited for the opening of the dinner.

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