On the other side of the big well, a sturdy man stood quietly, and after singing that tune, he clasped his fists again, and softly shouted Qiao Lei to find a sword.

For a moment, this sturdy young man seemed to be pulled into a stagnant picture scroll of time, with nothing in front of him, a white expanse of nothingness, and a long sword appeared out of thin air.

Qiao Lei narrowed his eyes when he saw the sword, it was really that the ancient long sword was too heavy with killing intent, and the sect had to be wary of it.

The long sword was more than three feet long, and the sword body was simple, although it did not have the strange lines like You Fang, but there were black sinuous fine lines like waves lying on the blade of the sword. The hilt of the sword is made of unknown material, but it is integrated with the sword body. On the whole, this big well seems to have only two words to say: evil.

The sturdy young man stretched his brows and secretly mocked himself, "There is no evil sword, only evil heart." ”

After speaking, he saluted the big well and said softly: "Xiaozhushan Qiao Lei, I have come to ask for a sword." ”

The long sword seemed to understand people's words, and slowly floated towards Qiao Lei, and when the young man opened his hand, the big well immediately escaped a few feet away, as if to tease Qiao Lei.

The sturdy man immediately frowned, but he didn't dare to attack, so he had to look at the big well with a dark face.

If it weren't for the fact that your broken sword was too evil, Lao Tzu wouldn't have scolded you to death!

But after a long time, Dakoujing was still indifferent, and Qiao Lei was no longer willing to endure it, this sworn brother has never been a good temper.

"I don't care if you're a sword of luck or something, if you live in my Xiaozhushan, you have to pay rent. If I die, you can find another master and say, now if you don't give me face, Lao Tzu will go back and ask someone to fill in the big well. ”

If you want to talk about Dachangjing and Surabaya Well, no one dares to mess around, but in your big well, who hasn't given you a soak of urine when we grew up together?

After scolding, the big well moved to Qiao Lei's side like a strange child, and gently grabbed the sturdy young man with the hilt of his sword, and when he saw that the young man did not react, he tried again.

Qiao Lei rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Get out, you will be called a cheap bone in the future!"

Dakoujing was aggrieved and drilled into Qiao Lei's hands, and he couldn't stop trembling, as if he couldn't stop his emotions after crying, and kept convulsing.

Over there in Dachangjing, Qiao Yushan bent down, got up and said softly: "Xiaozhushan Qiao Yushan, come here to ask for a sword, borrow the blessing of Xiaozhushan's ancestors, and protect my Xiaozhushan." ”

It was also like Qiao Lei, time stopped, and the whole person was pulled into a void, except for the ancient monsters suspended in front of him, there was nothing else.

This suspended thing looked like a sword, but it was yellowed all over, like dried bamboo, and it was slightly longer than other swords.

Qiao Yushan looked at the big long well that didn't even have a sword edge, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is it really a big long well?

I saw the young man in the Confucian shirt shaking his head with a smile, and clenched his fists again, "Qiao Yushan is a scholar, not a swordsman, and the aura in his chest is comparable to sword qi." ”

I thought that I could impress these four dislikes, but Da Nagai was indifferent, as if a child was telling some meat jokes, and several adults were listening with expressionless faces.

Qiao Yushan was a little embarrassed, and made a gesture again, and said with a wry smile: "Do you have to choose a swordsman?"

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand forward, and his righteous spirit was like a big cast iron hand, firmly holding the hilt of the Great Long Well. But where can the big long well that is not like the four things be able to stand you Qiao Yushan like this? A few shakes made Qiao Yushan's tiger mouth crack.

It wasn't until the young man frowned and said, "How can I, Qiao Yushan, insult you?" The big well eased down slightly, but it was still like a wild horse without a reins, a little unruly.

And on the side of the Surabaya Well, Zhang Muliu was really helpless against this old ancestor. He said in his heart that Lao Tzu has been carrying water in your well since he was a child, and now he wants you to come out to help, why don't you ignore people? But if you think about it carefully, you have been taking advantage of other people's wells since you were a child.

But what can I do? I've tried all the tricks I can make, and it's hard to really pick a high place like an old woman who has lost a chicken, shouting and scolding, "Surabaya, you ......."

It's been a long time, and the little girl is bored squatting by the stone behind her. Picked up a small branch, painted something in the snow that had not been poisoned, and amused himself to a great extent, but when he made a sound, the little girl would hurriedly reach out and cover her mouth, and she couldn't talk loudly next to the well!

Zhang Zaozao covered his mouth with one hand, and drew endlessly with a branch in the other, giggling.

Zhang Muliu turned his head with a smile, stood on tiptoe and quietly leaned over, pretending to be angry, pointing to a woman with long hair on the ground, then pointing to the little girl in the middle, and finally pointing to the man on the left, as if carrying a sword on his back, poked a pockmarked face with a branch.

"Why are you so beautiful with your mother and so ugly with me?" asked Zhang Muliu.

The little girl grinned, tilted her head to look at Zhang Muliu, slowly opened her little mouth, and when she closed it, she had already bit her lower lip and blew hard, but she never blew her cheeks, only listening to the pop sound.

"Because my mother and I are already good-looking!"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, suddenly turned his head to look at the Surabaya Well, and shouted: "It's used to it!"

The water ripples in the Surabaya well trembled, and there were ripples in circles, but after a long time, there was still no sound.

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that he didn't want others, and he didn't want to be with him.

Since you have begged for no avail, you can only turn around and leave, and you don't want to follow me, what do I ask you to do?

The young man in white picked up the little girl in the green dress and left slowly, and when the person had already walked away, the water in the well in Surabaya suddenly seemed to be boiling, and a dark sword hilt poked out of the water.

On the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, five young people from Xiaozhushan got together for another drink, and they were about to leave their hometown on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

It seems that many times I have left my hometown, all on the sixth day of the first month.

In the early morning of the sixth day of the new year, I don't know whose chickens get up so early, and before dawn, they are already calling endlessly. Or maybe the chickens are also a wake-up call.

Qiao Changchang is going to go to Niu Hezhou, there are the most demon clans there, and maybe he can pull up a team of not small forces. The book of cattle and horses is completely different from the worldly ones used to treat poultry diseases, but it is more like a book of animal taming exercises.

The demon clan in the world is not afraid of Qiao Changchang, but Qiao Changchang has the means to make the demons of the same realm bow down to him.

Qiao Yushan still has to return to Xingze and dig a big ditch, but without him, there is no way to do it.

Qiao Yushan gave Zhang Muliu a big gift, the desecration that is about to be excavated will just go around Chengzhou, and Chengzhou will also become Shu and Song in the future, as well as the land of ancient Qiang, where the three parties communicate and do business.

I can't guarantee that there will be a ferry port of its own in Muqiushan in the future.

Of course, Zhang Muliu would not have set aside a mountain peak from his own mountain to be the ferry.

Qiao Lei still has to return to Zhongshan Kingdom, and it won't be long before he goes to Chang'an, with Chang'an City as the foundation, his horse gang will run all over the southern countries of Shengshen Continent. Zhang Tengshuang and Zhang Yu would continue to be in Luoyang, while Chen Xinzuo would take Xu Wanhe around, striving to have a place to distribute and receive news in every country and every big city. Jore's caravan and the huge net that these four little guys have single-handedly made up are involved in each other, and they first collect all the information about the size of the mundane market.

When Chengzhou is completed, Mu Qiushan will secretly make efforts to sprinkle their theories of the kingdoms and Shenzhou all over the world.

It will definitely be extremely difficult, but this avenue, Mu Qiushan must walk in front of others.

The youngest Zhang Zhuokang said that he would travel with his master, and no one would know where to go, and it was possible that one day, rainy or sunny, at least two of the five would meet again in a distant foreign land.

Zhang Muliu wants to return to Muqiushan, and there are still many matters waiting for him to go back to finalize.

This time, everyone did not make a reunion agreement, and even said that except for Qiao Lei and Qiao Yushan, everyone will not return to their hometowns in recent years. Especially Zhang Muliu, who is about to set off, and his return date is far away.

Everyone went their own way, and before going out, they all poured themselves a sip of wine, and they all left their hometown silently in this rooster night.

Zhang Muliu was the last to go.

Before leaving, I checked the houses one by one, and after locking the doors and windows, I found that there was a large number of keys to this small cottage. Zhang Muliu handed it to Demon Ling, and said with a smile that in the future, my ancestral house of Zhang Muliu will be handed over to Demon Ling.

The former big ghost king took it, straightened his waist and shouted, "You have to order, don't worry!"

In fact, before Fang Cong left, she secretly hid something next to the spring at the back of the house, she thought, if Zhang Muliu found out one day, would he laugh and roll back?

Mo Miaomiao secretly remembered this small courtyard, which was her third home. The first is a small courtyard by the stream with his grandfather, the second is his mother's house, and the third is this small farm yard in Xiaozhushan.

As for Mu Qiushan, I don't know if I can make it my home when I get it.

My brother said that when he came to Bailu Cave in the future, he would also treat it as his home, but Mo Miaomiao felt that he couldn't do it.

After leaving Qiushui, she had to wait for Zhang Muliu to leave, and then she returned to Baiyue alone.

For many years after that, the world will know that a female sword immortal, one person and one sword sits alone on the west peak, pressing a hundred thousand mountains.

Zhang Muliu poured himself a sip of wine, looked back at the locked bamboo fence gate, and felt some emotion in his heart.

It was a long time to return to his hometown, and he left his hometown in a blink of an eye.

............

On the side of Mu Qiushan, the three of Meng Lusi were placed in a small courtyard, and naturally no one was idle to make things difficult for them, but they were a little restless.

Eat for nothing, live in other people's homes, and use others as shields, where is there such a thing!

In fact, on the day of the New Year, thunder sounded in mid-air all night, and he Meng Lusi didn't sleep all night, for fear that it was because he had affected this Muqiu Mountain by himself, and he would take revenge on the enemy who caught up later.

It wasn't until the next morning, when he ran out in a hurry, that he saw the young man carrying the stone pier up the mountain, and he was relieved.

But after going back, it's still not right, why doesn't the young mountain lord even ask who his enemy is?

After thinking about it for several days, finally on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, this middle-aged man who seemed to be quite strong, but in fact did not have a few years of life, worked hard to climb the mountain, found Zhang Hanshu, and said the words that he couldn't let go of in his heart, and said that it was best to tell the mountain owner what to do.

When Zhang Hanshu heard this, he looked at Caidie and Su Die, and asked, "Your enemy has a tribulation monk and a Mahayana monk?"

The two girls snorted together, Su Die shook her head, and said softly: "It seems that the highest level of their realm is the Great Cultivator of Distraction." ”

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth twitched, distracted?

"Do you know what realm the mountain master is?" Zhang Hanshu asked helplessly.

Su Die didn't know how to answer, so Cai Die helped her speak, and said tentatively: "The mountain master can win against the Jindan monk, it should be Yuanying, right?"

Zhang Hanshu almost didn't squirt out the meal he ate last night, sighed deeply, and said over and over again: "It's over!

In fact, Zhang Hanshu still had a sentence in his heart that he didn't say, "Mu Qiushan has a few more fools, it's over." ”

Seeing that the beautiful woman went down the mountain like crazy, Meng Lusi was also half cold, what if the group of people chasing him didn't sell his sword and waited for this face?

In fact, Zhang Muliu and Li Qiushui were sitting in the sea of clouds above, and the two listened to the conversation between Zhang Hanshu and Meng Lusi, and saw that the two of them had different expressions, and they almost laughed out loud.

"This Zhang Hanshu! Zhang Lan is an old immortal, but where can he put it in his heart?" Zhang Muliu said with a smile.

The focus of the autumn water is not here.

This woman, who has long had a real natal sword, has not been willing to take off the big red cotton jacket until now, but the map on her chest has long been washed off.

Li Qiushui leaned on Zhang Muliu's shoulder, sat on the clouds and shook his legs, gently knocked someone's ear with his head, and asked with a smile: "Does Han Shu like Jiang Huang?

Zhang Muliu thought about it for a long time, and said lightly: "No, promise that kid has always regarded Zhang Hanshu as his sister, that guy is a natural assassin, don't look at people quite kindly, but that is his own family that he thinks, if he is in front of outsiders, he will be very cold." And Jiang Huang and Zhang Hanshu are even more impossible. Think about it, if any of them likes whom, how could Jiang Huang stay in Muqiu Mountain and not leave?"

The woman raised her head, glanced at Zhang Muliu with slanted eyes, and said, "Zhang Gongzi, an expert?"

The young man in white pressed the beautiful face on his shoulder, and pretended to be serious: "I know a fart." ”

In fact, Zhang Muliu felt that Zhang Hanshu liked some spare money.

But I don't dare to say these words.

The three little girls gave Liu Gong and Fang Cong a Huan'er, and naturally followed Long Da, an idler.

Yue Ran and Qiu Xuancong returned to Muqiu Mountain on the eighth day of the new year, and each found a large number of very precious heavenly and earthly treasures. But Zhang Muliu only picked four medicinal herbs in two piles, and it was useless to say too much, no matter who came, Lan Hua's predecessors would live for a hundred years at most. The three of them fell silent.

So Jiang Mohang and Jiang Huang, as well as Qiu Xuancong and Yue Ran, stood outside and watched the alchemy of the mountain master, it didn't matter if they didn't look at it, at a glance, they all wanted to call out the animals!

Damn, my brother and sister are right, this guy's swordsmanship is a fart compared to alchemy!

A few people watched the alchemy in Qiutan, and a young man came to Muqiu Mountain with a young female crown and scolding.

This Uncle Jin Luan came with a backer to find trouble.

The young man scolded and complained again and again along the way, saying that this black-hearted mountain man did not pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes at all, and didn't he fight alone? They beat me up with hundreds of people, and I really couldn't do anything.

The female crown is too lazy to take care of him, but if it is a mountain, if hundreds of people join forces to beat him, he Jinluan still has his life to shout here endlessly? But who let this guy climb relatives with himself? Thousands of miles away to spread the message to Shengshenzhou in the north, the master and sister let them come, and she could only come, and she also had an account with a disciple.

This woman is naturally the Paro with a foreign face.

The two of them hadn't reached Namuqiu Mountain yet, only a few miles away in the sea of clouds, and they saw that there was already a distracted monk at the foot of the mountain, and they looked like they were looking for trouble.

Jin Luan sneered: "Sister, look, how long has it been since the opening of an unscrupulous mountain like this? ”

This Taoist female crown, after returning to her hometown, retreated for three months, and also reached the realm of distraction.

Pa Ruo reached out and patted the bear child's head, and said coldly, "Shut up and watch." ”

Jin Luan was aggrieved, and said in his heart that I would go to Sister Yang after a while, and ask your sister to pat you on the head.

The distraction at the foot of the mountain was naturally the monk force that had been chased from the Dragon Mansion to Muqiu Mountain, and it seemed that the helmsman had come.

The middle-aged man, dressed in black and carrying a large knife on his back, shouted for Monrous to get out after he hit the ground with a bang.

Seeing that no one responded in the mountains, Meng Lusi smiled bitterly and wanted to go out, not allowing Su Butterfly and Cai Butterfly to follow. As soon as she went out, a girl with a sword on her back said coldly: "He gives you a good face, but I don't." Go back, you don't need your life to get into this little thing. ”

Fang Cong knew that Zhang Muliu had taken these three people in, and he was angry all of a sudden, and it was light to scold them.

Meng Lusi could only return with a wry smile, and he had to specifically advise him not to have any arguments with Fang Cong.

He could see that once he left the mountain master, this Fang Onion girl would become extremely indifferent, and she would be the same for everything.

The middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain was distracted and saw that no one answered, sneered and pulled out his long knife, waved it a few times at will, and then said loudly: "I am not a Song person, nor a Liang person, what kind of sword is waiting for the king of Xiaoyao, Lao Tzu does not buy it." The leader of the Victory God Continent in the Distraction Realm, I want to see what the difference is between me and this distraction!"

Then he shall slash with a sword.

At this moment, I saw a white rainbow swept out of the waterfall, and it reached the foot of the mountain in an instant. The middle-aged man looked horrified, and he was still making chopping movements, as if he had performed a fixing technique on people. The tip of You Fang's sword sank slightly into the center of this person's eyebrows, and a few drops of blood mixed with sweat dripped to the ground.

The great monk of the Distraction Realm took a hard breath and shouted at the place where the long sword came from, "I was wrong!"

There was only one indifferent response from Yamanaka, "Get out!"

The middle-aged distraction hurriedly pulled away, but the 'Heavenly Eye' on his forehead was bleeding nonstop, and he fled all the way to the south, and he could only feel at ease when he got the Yue Kingdom.

This distracted monk who opened the eyes of heaven scolded and scolded along the way, saying that his mother deserved to be a slash! Lao Tzu just made a show with a knife, and he originally wanted to be reasonable, good fellow, your sword is here.

And Jin Luan, who was watching the battle from a distance, twitched the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know how many words he shouted in his heart.

Good fellow! There is such a powerful swordsman in this mountain? It is much more powerful than the disgusting man's bull nose last time!

The young man looked up at Paro, and wanted to say a few soft words, but the woman in the robe had a dark face.

Jin Luan said tentatively, "Sister Paro?"

The woman suddenly swept towards Muqiu Mountain, and shouted after landing on the ground: "Dengzi, get out of here!"

Jin Luan shouted again, and said that he had to quickly find Sister Yang.

Thanks to Zhang Muliu, who had already finished refining the Dan, he heard a sentence of Dengzi at this time, and he almost didn't spray a gourd of wine on his face.

Li Qiushui, who was back in blue clothes, appeared out of thin air and asked the few men sitting around, "Who is the disciple?"

Zhang Muliu couldn't help but shiver again, and glanced at Jiang Mohang with his afterglow as if asking for help.

This Zhan Buzhou sword was arrogant, stood up and said with a smile: "Brother and sister, don't think about it, this Pa Ruo girl said that the disciple is me, and he is definitely not a junior brother, how can he be a junior brother." ”

Zhang Muliu wanted to strangle this shit.

Li Qiushui sneered and said softly: "Zhang Muliu, you're amazing, everyone has come to the door." ”

Jiang Mohang looked puzzled, leaned over and said, "Brother and sister, that disciple is really me, you blame my junior brother." ”

A young man in white kicked another young man in white, like a child who had made a mistake, and walked over and said bitterly, "Can I explain it clearly?"

Listening to the sound of ah, the young man in white with a hosta on his head flew out upside down to accompany Jiang Mohang, and took a bath in Qiutan. The woman in the pale blue dress made her way to the bottom of the mountain.

That Uncle Jin Luan saw that the flower shelf in his mouth came here in an instant, and his cold true meaning made people tremble.

The young man shouted again, "Uncle, who am I provoking?" Sister Yang, come and help! No, call all the family members.

Speaking of Jin Luan, even Pa Ruo was a little reluctant, but before she could speak, the cold woman said in a deep voice:

"Did you say that my man is a disciple?"

Paro nodded nod, neither did he shake his head. Everyone has such a beautiful daughter-in-law, and they definitely didn't think about teasing their own aunt at that time.

But the cold woman's eyes looked straight at this side, and Pa Ruo nodded slightly for no reason, and said "high".

The white-clothed swordsman then arrived, and there was a big green lump in his eyes, and he couldn't open it if he wanted to.

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly: "Qiushui! This is a misunderstanding. ”

Over there in Qiutan, a young man was still in the water, and he couldn't think of where he had said the wrong thing after thinking about it for a long time.

Qiu Xuancong looked at Yue Ran and gloated: "Good show!"

Yue Ran nodded, "You have to see." ”

The two of them walked to the bottom of the mountain together, and said with a smile at the same time, "Then let's walk?"

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