"Hey, I didn't expect that after the court changed the law, the weather also changed. "The old king, standing on the bow of his own boat, holding the oars in his hand, slowly swaying, while looking left and right, looking at the red and green on both sides of the river, secretly surprised in his mouth.

This waterway from Luzhou to Yuzhou, although thousands of miles, but the old Wangtou's family has been begging for a living on this water for generations, and when he was still wearing open crotch pants from the old Wangtou, he was carried to the boat, and began to wander on this road along the grandparents and fathers. Counting back and forth, at least a hundred times.

Originally, the year before last, Zhang Luo had just married his daughter-in-law, and it took a lot of energy and money, but this year, the imperial court repeatedly sent people to read out some new laws, and the movement was quite big, and it is said that he also arrested and killed people, making it like changing the dynasty. Therefore, the old king is unwilling to come out and act.

But this guest officer flew down on his ship that day, and he had to ask someone to take him to Yuzhou. Not only is he a cultivator, but the shelf seems to be quite big, and he has a generous shot, and he doesn't like a lot of people, so the old king has no choice but to fight hard and accompany this eccentric monk to such a journey. You must know that since you are a cultivator, flying and flying, from Luzhou to Yuzhou, it only takes a few days, and it is much faster than swaying in a boat like this. You must know that from Luzhou to Yuzhou, it is against the current, and these thousands of miles of waterway, with the old king and the little old man swaying alone, it will take at least several months.

Thinking of this, the old king was very depressed. For many months, if you count the time to go back, won't it be until next year? This Lantern Festival will definitely be spent alone on this water boat。。。。。

The old king's depression brought up the remaining brute strength in his heart. Standing firm on the soles of his feet and straining his arms, the two oars hit the river at a much faster speed than usual.

"Boatman!" a voice in the cabin sounded urgently, "Slow, slow." “

"Master, the water here is turbulent, and Lao Ke'er can't help but exert himself. The old king replied in a loud voice, but the kung fu in his hand did not fall at all.

The man in the cabin was a little anxious, he held the bulkhead in one hand, and the wine jug in the other, and staggered out, looking at the old king without tears, "The scenery on both sides of the strait here is very good, you are so shaky, and you are so anxious, but why?" Although there was a pleading, it seemed that he drew his sword and was angry when he didn't agree with each other.

Old Wangtou, in the end, is the old Jianghu, seeing this person say this, no matter whether what he said is true or not, and whether he is really drunk or not, the wrinkles on the old man's face immediately opened, and he smiled and said, "Master, little Lao'er, I have long said that this is a long way to go to Yuzhou, and the little old man reluctantly sent the master there, but he is still looking forward to going back for the New Year." “

The monk smiled, "The poor monk sees that you are also an old man." This time, if I go to Yuzhou, if it is a little slower, I am afraid that I can only spend this year on the ship. What else do you say about going back to Luzhou for the New Year? That's it, the poor monk will give you another spirit stone, and you just have to go as you normally would. “

The old king's eyes couldn't help but light up. Since the change of the law, the spirit stone has become a rarity. In the past, there were also such rewards. But now, the spirit stone has become an important strategic material, and all of them have been handed over to the public. But this spirit stone is an indispensable thing for ordinary people to become monks. The old king knew that there were many big families on the border of Luzhou, all of whom had more or less hidden spirit stones, and they all thought about which child in the family was suitable for cultivation, so they took it out and used it.

The old king is thinking about a spirit stone in his heart, even if it is the worst, how much land can be exchanged for those big households. But I saw that the monk had already thrown a shiny thing over.

The old king hurriedly caught it with both hands, and called Amitabha Buddha in his mouth. What if this falls into the river and feeds the fish and shrimp dragon king?

The old king, holding this shiny thing, looked at it, wiped it, carefully put it into his arms, and then said to the somewhat drunk monk with a smile, "This master, but I don't know anything. I think that in the past, the little old man sailed a boat, and in autumn and winter, when he passed here, he was bare. This year, for some reason, the weather has also changed, and it is only in winter that flowers bloom on both sides of the strait. But if so, there is a section of the road called Wuxia in front of the road, and the scenery is even more beautiful. “

"In that case, there is a lot of work. The monk was blown by the cold river wind, and he couldn't stand it for a long time, so when he heard this, he hurried forward, and then retracted his bald head.

"Hehe, the little old man has been boating for many years and knows the changes in the scenery on both sides of this waterway. Some guest officers like it here, some guest officers like it there, and the little old man can only arrange it with all his heart. If the master likes the scenery like before, the little old man calculated, walked at full speed, and before sunset, he could reach Wuxia. “

Who knows, which monk in the cabin, after hearing what the old king said, seemed to change his mind again, "Boatman, you just walk slowly, shake slowly, along the way on both sides of the river, the scenery and characters, the little monk will watch." “

"Since the master has such an order, how dare the little one disobey? The old king had no choice but to nod his head and say yes, and no longer made his own opinions, and hurried to hurry, and even sometimes, when he saw some red and green, flowers and plants on both sides of the strait, he deliberately slowed down his speed.

The monk in the cabin was in the cabin, sometimes in and out, sometimes drunk and muttering to himself, sometimes sober and looking at both sides of the strait.

This monk is naturally Wuxu, that day, in the Duobao Pavilion of Kyoto Ci'en Fang, after saying goodbye to Wen Tianxiang, Wuxu took three beast control pills, wanting to return to Chongshan City, planning to go on such a journey, and then go back, and return the nine-leaf green lotus lamp to the Lianhua Sect. At the beginning, he casually prevaricated that he was seriously injured in Chongshan City, and the nine-leaf green lotus lamp was also lost. Wuxu naturally wants to go through this. It's just that the lotus lantern has long been beaten back to its original form, turned into a spiritual fire, and has been refined by Wuxu. Wu Xuan naturally couldn't return a piece of "broken copper and iron" to the Lianhua Sect, after all, Ba Si Pa and Yuan Fa Master were still waiting for healing in the Lianhua Sect. How to deal with it, Wuxu also needs to think carefully along the way. Therefore, Wuxu chose the old king's boat, swaying and swaying, and it was a rare trip.

Because of the fact that he got a spirit stone, the old king was very attentive, and he calculated the distance and time all the way, and he really arrived at Wuxia before dark.

This Wuxia is not the Wuxia of the world, but even the Wuxia of the world. The 10,000-foot peaks of Qianren Mountain are all over the place, but it is difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture, just because the water vapor that rises from the surface of the river about a thousand miles wide and rises in the form of a mist, turns into clouds and mist in mid-air, almost covering the sky above.

The old king's boat was small, and it was already leaning against the mountains and walking along the river. With a casual throw, he put an iron cable made of fine iron on a pier on the shore and brought the boat completely to the shore. Then he smiled at Wu Xu, who was already standing at the bow of the boat, and said, "Master, Wuxia has arrived." ”

Wuxu looked at the majestic mountains on both sides, and couldn't help but ask, "In that case, why did you stop the boat and dock and not take the poor monk for a swim?"

The old king secretly smiled bitterly, and while taking out some round coins from his bosom and handing them to the people on the dock, he explained, "Master, it looks like it's getting dark, and there is only this dock and market nearby. Master, if you are interested, you may wish to go to the wharf, and then go up along the mountain road less than 100 meters, it is the bazaar, there are many riverside wine, the master wants to drink a few cups, enjoy the river view, it is okay, just remember not to get up late tomorrow morning, let the little old man wait for a long time]

Wuxu thought for a while, nodded, got off the boat, got on the dock, and as the old king said, stepped on the stone slab, and followed the steep path hidden by the mountain branches, and came to the market here. As far as the eye can see, there are places to eat, drink and play, and it is indeed a city, compared to the town, it is still a higher place.

In this time and space, there is no industry, only cultivation, and this is the bank of the great river close to the demon clan. Not only is the air filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers, fruits, and trees, but also occasionally there is a trace of thin aura. In addition, this is not in the Great Zhou City, there is no oppression of the invisible formation, and there is just the style of the mountains and wilderness, which is really a bit refreshing. There are ordinary people who come and go, there are also cultivators, and there are some aliens with different faces and shapes, but at least on the surface, they are peaceful and happy.

I'm afraid this is the real paradise, right? Wuxu sighed secretly, and looked at a restaurant, completely built on a boulder, and there were a few maple leaves in the sky, which zigzagged from nowhere, in the twilight mist of the river, intertwined together, just like the sunset. So, Wuxu went in, still looking for a place by the window, ordered some wine and food, and looked out the window while eating slowly.

It was so dark that it was no wonder that the old king was reluctant to go any further. In just a few moments, the surface of the river was blurred, and the towering green peaks were all hidden in the mist and night. Only the river wind whined, crying like a complaint.

The candles in the restaurant are as thick as an arm, and there are several lamps hanging on the top that seem to be ritual vessels, which emit colorful brilliance and send out a faint incense. There were also other guests, and there were quite a few, and there were a few places that were still very noisy, talking loudly and doing the drinking order.

Wuxu suddenly felt lonely, and couldn't help but take the wine jug and drank three glasses in a row. In this market at the junction of shemales, naturally there is no good wine, only a strong word. Wuxu only felt that every time he went down, it was like swallowing a fire, and he was almost about to choke, and his throat, throat, and even stomach had a little cramp. But when it came to the third cup, Wuxu couldn't help but shout hello, only to feel that he was hot, and even the cold outside the window couldn't help but give way a little.

This liquor seems to be more suitable for the people of the demon clan. Wuxu held on to the window railing, silently using Xuangong, and secretly said in his heart.

At this time, a demon cultivator, out of nowhere, walked over and smiled at Wu Xu, "Daoyou is really good at drinking, fortunately." ”

Wuxu turned his head to take a look, this person was burly, with a square face and wide eyes, green eyes, slender eyebrows but white, and a faint king character in the middle of his forehead. This is no different from the Tiger Clan's demon cultivation!

Wuxu seems to feel that this face is a little familiar, it seems to be the person who accompanied him day and night in the land of the Tiger Clan.

"Seeing the smile, the poor monk was originally a Buddhist man, and after only three cups, he was already a little overwhelmed. Wuxu turned around and smiled, "But I don't know if this fellow Daoist is from the Tiger Clan?"

The person who came also smiled, "Dao friendly eyesight." Under it, Hu Zhuo. I don't know what to call you, and I don't know if Hu can sit down and have a few drinks with Daoyou?"

On the surface, he is polite, but he still exudes a tiger domineering atmosphere. Wuxu recalled his past in the land of the Tiger Clan, while looking at this scene, and smiled secretly.

"It's better to meet by chance, Hu, a glass to you!" Hu Zhuo raised the wine jug and filled the wine glass of Wuxu and himself.

"Okay!" Wu Xuan picked up his glass and drank it all.

"Okay!" Seeing this, Hu Zhuo also raised his thick arms, and put a small wine glass on the side of his bearded mouth, and drank it all.

If yes, a few glasses.

"You monk, what is your Dharma name?" Hu Zhuo touched his golden beard stained with wine foam, "Elders, in normal times, they have repeatedly warned that you monks must not be trusted! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Wuxu, unaware that this was an extremely rude gesture in the eyes of some people.

Wuxu was naturally not one of those people, not only was he not angry, but he replied with a smile, "The poor monk is called Wuxu, I don't know if Brother Hu has heard of it?"

"Thief monk, it turns out that you are Wuxu!?" Hu Zhuo immediately stood up, pointed at Wuxu, and asked murderously.

He shouted angrily, and it spread throughout the restaurant, and immediately seven or eight accomplices slowly surrounded him. It's just that these tiger demons, except for Hu Zhuonai's real person level, are all mortal realms, all with tails, and their hair has not faded yet.

Wu Xuan was already a little drunk, looked around, and asked knowingly, "Why is this?

"Wu Xu! You went to the sky at the beginning of the year, you were cornered, and you were taken in by our clan, and you couldn't imagine that you would be treacherous, and you secretly colluded with Chongshan City to urge Wuji and others to murder our clan!"

"I can't imagine that you dare to come!"

"Hmph, today is your time to die!"

"Let's go up and kill him!"

。。。。。

Wuxu's figure flashed, and he flew out of the window, and laughed in the vast night mist, "Come on, come on, and let the poor monk see what the new generation of the Tiger Clan is capable of?"

A tiger roar sounded!

Hu Zhuo threw down the wine glass in his hand, took his brothers, and immediately flew towards Wuxu, who was standing outside the window.

Wuxu laughed, and galloped straight towards the secluded mountains on the opposite bank, the wide purple and red monk's robes, the wind and clouds were blowing, like a dark fire that ignited at any time.

Hu Zhuo's tall body, but his speed was extremely fast, and he was closely behind. His hands already showed silver-white sharp claws, and the word king on his forehead also faintly glowed with white light, which was intimidating to look at. Those mortal-level tiger demons simply showed their original forms, and behind Hu Zhuo, they flew out of thin air while roaring in a low voice.

The people in the vicinity, as well as the monks, were all alarmed.

The old king, leaning on the bow of the boat, grinned in surprise, unaware that the turbid wine in the pot was flying down three thousand feet and falling into the water of the Taotao River.

The river and water produce night fog, and the green mountains take care of each other.

Take the wine to Wuxia, and the tiger roars or not.

Wuxu's wild laughter echoed in the night sky of Wuxia, and his figure flashed and flashed, and he was haunted. Hu Zhuo's tiger demons, tigers and tigers followed behind, but they always flew into the air.

The mighty river, the mountains on both sides, with their flight chasing, in the colorful brilliance of the aura manifestation, appear and disappear from time to time, there is something to see.

After a while, Wu suddenly laughed, "Happy, happy, I didn't expect to see the beautiful scenery of Wuxia like this tonight." Then he flew into the depths of the mountains.

The original intention of Wuxu was to lead Hu Zhuo and them to a secluded place to release their suspicions.

But I didn't want to, and the tiger demons who were still chasing after them all stopped in unison.

Maybe it was the call of the bloodline, Wu Xuan obviously felt that the spiritual acupoints in his body were about to move at this moment, especially a certain piece in front of his chest, which was even hotter, as if a fierce tiger was roaring and about to fly out.

Ben, Zhong, Rui, Wing。。。。。。 These tiger demons, who were extremely familiar in the past, seemed to all appear in front of them, and they all died in Chongshan City, but now they all seem to have come to life, looking at themselves one by one。。。。。

"Amitabha!" Wuxu's body staggered, pronounced the Buddha's name, and asked in a loud voice to the sky, "Ben, Zhong, Rui, are you going to eat me?"

Hu Zhuo and the others, looking at Wuxu's situation, looked at each other even more.

After a while, a white tiger, transformed into a human form, approached Hu Zhuo's side, "There is a ghost city in front of you, so it's better not to trespass." ”

In addition, there was another tiger demon, who came over, "Before I traveled, the elders warned me not to trespass into the ghost city of Xudu, saying that it was extremely dangerous, and even the great monks of Tongxuan did not dare to set foot easily. I think we'd better take a look outside first. ”

Hu Zhuo also seemed to know the danger of this ghost city in Fengdu, and said hatefully, "Okay, I'll stay outside for the time being." The revenge of killing his father is not shared. If this thief monk dies inside, if he escapes, we will strike together, capture him, and bring him back to the Tiger Garden to be cut with a thousand knives!"

Naturally, Wuxu didn't see or hear them. Now, in front of him, there are all the figures of some dead people, like a marquee, like a kaleidoscope, turning around, flashing and flashing, appearing and disappearing, but extremely real.

What's going on? Why are there other tiger demons such as Ben, Zhong, Rui, and Wing, as well as the things in the previous world? Those "ghosts" who died in their own hands all came out of nowhere?

Also, why did the tiger demons of the next generation stand there and not chase after them?

Wu Xu, faintly felt a little weird, looked around, the mountains were craggy, the peaks were incomplete, and the wind was whining.

What the hell is it, I have practiced for many years, and I really don't believe in evil! The mountains are craggy, the peaks are incomplete, the wind is whining, and a wave of resentment rises to the sky, but it is mighty, almost shattering the divine consciousness released by Wuxu.

Wu Xufu stumbled again, his face changed greatly, and he seemed to see some scenes in the world!

Those who have died at their own hands in the world!

But what's even weirder, what's even more terrifying, is that many of them have seen it in their own positions. The scene before they died was even revealed to them one by one.

Why is that? What kind of poison trick is this?!

A dry tiger demon in the distance, seeing this, couldn't help but change their faces greatly, I don't know what great horror Wuxu has experienced, stumbling there, flying around, but like a puppet, raising his hand to the void and pointing at it, crazy and crazy. After a while, they saw that they were reciting the sutra with their palms together, but they seemed to be unable to stand up again, never to stop.