I didn't have the intention of taking the sword, but I didn't expect it to fall into my own hands in the end. Zhang Muliu was extremely seriously injured, and it was very laborious to sit cross-legged, thanks to the woman in red behind him, regardless of the hatred of grabbing the sword, she casually hit a spell to prevent him from sinking to the bottom of the lake.

The long sword with a pitch-black body flew to Zhang Muliu on its own after the dragon king said, 'Please take the sword', and the woman on the side was silent from just now, as if she had been wronged.

The dragon king shrank his body, turned into a black dragon of more than ten feet, and smiled at the young man:

"Among the sword takers, your realm is not high, but you are the most stubborn one! ”

Li Qiushui was puzzled: "Why is it a gift?"

The young man sitting on the side said with a smile: "If that senior has the intention of keeping a sword, killing you and me is just a matter of waving your hand." ”

"I'm pretty good at talking!"

There was another hearty laugh, and the black sword suddenly rippled, and out of it came a middle-aged man in a green shirt.

The man was illusory, and said to the young man who could not move at this time:

"At that time, I knew that my time was short, so I put it in the world, and wrote a stone tablet at the entrance of this secret realm, which means that if no one is worthy of it in the future, it will be returned. After all, no one will give it fish food in the next generation, and no one will give it a ride. ”

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Maybe it doesn't want its predecessors to die alone." ”

The middle-aged man in the green shirt with an increasingly dim figure smiled and scolded that he could really speak, and then with a wave of his hand, the long sword was horizontal in front of the young man.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt looked serious, looked at the young man who was also in the green shirt, and said, "Hold the sword!"

The young man stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and the originally pitch-black long sword seemed to be molting, and some black faded on both sides of the sword body, revealing strange lines, and even Zhang Muliu's hodgepodge was incomprehensible.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man seemed to have been stabbed by something, and he let out an extremely funny "huh", Zhang Muliuxin said that this ruined the image of the predecessors.

Without waiting for the young man to ask, the middle-aged man who was about to dissipate on the side asked, "Have you ever held a giant deer well?"

The young man replied: "Yes, not long ago, there was a senior who borrowed a sword, and it was Julujing! There is a well in the hometown of the junior, which happens to be also called Julujing!"

The deceased sword immortal named Heiru saluted to the sky with his residual soul, turned to look at the long sword, and said to the young man with a smile:

"It is rumored that when Julujing changes hands, I have to make a grand wish to it, and today I will ask you on behalf of the long sword that has accompanied me for countless years, what can I promise it?"

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Muliu said brightly: "Within a radius, Xu is at ease in the world!"

The black predecessor said hello three times in a row, and then dissipated forever in the world.

The young man couldn't get up, so he could only sit and bow his hand, and Liqiushui on the side held his sword and saluted, and the two silently bid farewell to this predecessor who was famous in the past.

The young man took out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it, and breathed alone for half an hour before slowly getting up. Then he conjured a leather scabbard behind him, and the long sword, which had turned silver-black, burrowed into the makeshift scabbard on its own.

Li Qiushui laughed and scolded on the side: "The scabbard is ready, and it is said that it is not intended to find the sword!"

The Black Dragon King looked at the young man who had already walked freely and stopped talking, Zhang Muliu said with a smile:

"Does the dragon king want to ask where the gentian came from? If I say what I got in my dream, will the dragon king believe it?"

The dragon king replied with only one letter.

The young man who had already carried the long sword spoke again: "If that is not a dream, the boy will come to find his predecessors on the day of Mahayana and go to that world to find out what is going on." ”

The dragon didn't answer, just a churn into the water, the heavens and the earth changed again, and both of them returned to the Dragon King Temple, but when they passed, they were only red-clothed with swords, and when they came, they both lost their swords.

Liqiushui was extremely depressed, saying that he had worked hard for more than ten years, but he had taken advantage of this troublemaker. Zhang Muliu on the side was very surprised, and whispered for more than ten years? Then how old should you be? As a result, the woman was about to draw her sword, Zhang Muliu hurriedly waved her hand and said:

"I know, I know, the monk doesn't say anything, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't talk about longevity, and women don't talk about age!"

Li Qiushui snorted coldly and walked ahead to the town, Zhang Muliu sighed, turned around and bowed to the Dragon King Temple, and then followed the woman in red.

The two of them really wanted to eat some food unique to this place, so they each set up a stall and placed it on the side of the road, which was just some ordinary gadgets, but in this place, it was a rare thing, and they each earned two puna in half an hour. After getting the money, they rushed to the previous restaurant, just a table of dishes and received a shell, Zhang Muliuxin said that the price here is really high! In fact, they don't know, the price here is not high, six or seven shells can buy an acre of fertile land, and the food they ordered is also very precious to this paradise.

The two of them ate like a storm, and the little guy on the side was about to cry, and he said that he would give some charity to them before he knew this.

Leaving Qiushui to go to the streets and alleys to buy some gadgets, Zhang Muliu bought a lot of drinks in the restaurant. Directly took out a punbei and asked the little guy to pour wine into the wine bag, the little guy said, you have bought half of the wine here, where can a wine bag be filled, Zhang Muliu only said rest assured to pour, you are not satisfied! The little guy only thought that this scholar who didn't know when to find a sword was stupid, so he went to the wine cellar to pour wine.

When the wine bag went down to the jar of wine, the wine bag didn't bulge a little, so the young guy looked left and right, wondering if it was leaking? ”

For many years after that, the brewery had a legend. It is said that a young fairy with a sword on his back bought the wine from our half-wine cellar, but he didn't fill the wine bag, and the fairy also said that he must bring more money next time!

It's time to leave here, Zhang Mu came out of the wine shop and didn't see the woman in red, so he hurriedly ran his magic power and arrived in front of the Dragon King Temple in an instant. After standing still, I found that Qiu Shui was already here, so he smiled bitterly:

"You're there too!"

Li Qiushui said seriously: "See you soon!"

Frightened, Zhang Muliu hurriedly said that he had no chance, and shouted to the dragon senior, at the bottom of Daze, a black dragon looked strange, and wagged his tail gently, and Zhang Muliu in front of the Dragon King Temple disappeared.

Heaven and earth were transformed, Zhang Muliu was standing on the top of a mountain at the moment, and the original Sanjiao Temple had disappeared, leaving only a cyan donkey with melancholy eyes standing under a locust tree.

Zhang Muliu said angrily: "What's wrong with you being addicted? It's been a month, and you still can't turn it over?"

The green donkey glanced at Zhang Muliu very humanely, and said lightly: "Doubt Linsheng." ”

After a while, the donkey realized the strangeness of the young man, and said with a look of surprise:

"You've got a sword!"

Zhang Muliu squinted at the green donkey: "Yo he! This trip to Luoyang has not been in vain? You have learned all the dialects? You are still scolding people around the corner?"

The green donkey shrank his neck, and when he was about to beg for mercy, a woman in red not far away seemed to have made a mistake and exclaimed:

"How did you get here? This old dragon king is not reliable!"

When Zhang Muliu heard the voice, he had already run away, leaving the green donkey alone and puzzled.

Just kidding! There are no taboos in the secret realm, but this is the real world! What are you waiting for if you don't run?

......

In fact, the Yue State is divided into many parts, most of the border with the Wu State is where its national strength lies, and most of the land near the border between the West and the Shu State belongs to the Baiyue Alliance, which is like the Scarlet Yue, Slang Yue, Luo Yue and the like are countless. Liqiushui calls himself a Baiyue clan, then it must be the southwest direction, there is no reason to go to the east after making a mistake?

After a heavy rain, there are only three rows of footprints on some muddy dirt roads, green shirts, red clothes, and a green donkey!

"I said, where are you going?" looked at this young man who didn't want to walk with a sword, and he didn't come away from the autumn water, and his originally clean shoes were covered with mud. On the other hand, Zhang Muliu tied his robe around his waist, and his original white boots were yellow at the moment.

Zhang Muliu, who came out of the secret realm, actually slowly couldn't get back the feeling he had before. It seems that if he is in a place where no one knows him, the young man can be free, and when he returns to the real world, he will inevitably be very restrained, especially the woman in red who never thought that he would see him again, is still by his side at the moment.

Zhang Muliu broke a branch, gently scraped the dirt off his shoes, and didn't look at the girl who was very angry at the moment, and said lightly:

"Go to a very annoying hill and beat some people. ”

Li Qiushui was speechless: "There is no flight ban in the south of Dongsheng Shenzhou, how long will it take for Edgeworth to go?"

Zhang Muliu touched the long sword on his back and said gloomily: "I don't know how to use a sword yet!"

The young man may really not know that his words are very provocative in Liqiushui's eyes!

"You want to ask about the sword?"

Zhang Mu turned his head and glanced at the woman in red, and asked, "Where did you provoke you?"

Leaving the autumn water, I no longer pay attention to this troublemaker who loves to pretend to be garlic.

Look, just after the fight, there is still a wound on his body! I can't wait to fight again, and I say that I can't use a sword? Who will get the ancient sword that the old lady has been looking for for more than ten years?

The long sword on his back swept out, jumped up from Qiushui, shook the mud off his body in midair, and then sat on the long sword and hung it at the level of the taller trees, holding his arms and no longer speaking.

Zhang Muliu let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand and hit a spell in the air, so that ordinary people could not see this woman sitting and floating in the air.

An ancient sword with a black hilt that can only be seen in a bag, a gentian silver spear that is in the sleeve when he wakes up from a dream, a real dragon that is rare on land on all continents now, and a sword immortal who has been famous all over the world many years before Xiaozhu Mountain, and a giant deer well that even the predecessors who were alive and definitely far more than the tribulation period know, it seems that his hometown is a great place, but except for his father and a few elders who have passed away, the cultivation of the people in his hometown is not high, and many are even just ordinary people, which is what Zhang Muliu is most puzzled about.

When I was a child, there were indeed a lot of strange things in my hometown!

Occasionally, when someone steamed steamed buns, half cooked and half cooked, the villagers would go to an old gelding craftsman in the village, shake it with a string of knives hanging on their waists, and curse in their mouths, and the second pot of steamed buns would be cooked.

For example, sometimes when the village throws cattle, horses, chickens and ducks, he will light a pile of thatch at the door of his house to "drive the funeral", and later in the dream, Zhang Muliu guessed that the "funeral" in his hometown should be a kind of corpse.

Every year in the village, the surnames will take turns to "invite the gods", if this year is the Zhang family, then invite the Zhang surname immortals, and then beat an ancient drum to carry out the memorial ceremony, but these gods are all ancestors of the same surname, similar to the dancing god of Yandi.

The most strange thing is related to the four wells, people are not allowed to speak when they reach the wells, and if children play and talk at the wells, they will definitely be beaten. During the drought, it is not allowed to scrape the water at the bottom of the well, even if you walk more than ten miles to a spring called "Shilang Water" to fetch water, you cannot go to the bottom of the well to scoop water.

These strange rules seem to have existed since ancient times, and there are no written rules, but they have always been passed down from generation to generation!

For no reason, I remembered a fool in the village, Zhang Muliu bullied him every day when he was ignorant. The man was at least fifty or so that he could not speak, and when he wanted to say something, he could only gesture with his hands. He would always put his hands together and make it look like he was holding something, and then he would hold it high.

Originally, it was okay to joke with this person, even if he said he was dumb or something, he didn't care. Only once Zhang Muliu looked at the man and raised his hand again, he smiled and said, "You want to say-lift, look?"

The man's face changed greatly, and he moved a big stone to chase Zhang Muliu as if he was crazy, and since then, Zhang Muliu has never said these two words in front of the stupid old man.

It's not that I'm afraid of being beaten, it's because when I said those two words for the first time, the person first seemed to have a heart matter for many years and finally ended, and then instantly his red eyes seemed to be a different person, and Zhang Muliu could easily see that he was very sad!

......

The young man walking on the muddy road suddenly stood still, and said to himself:

"Bright as a mirror, as black as a predecessor, I asked a question, are you satisfied with the answer?"

The long sword behind his back suddenly buzzed, came out of its sheath, and hung in front of Zhang Muliu. The original lines at the bottom of the blade fell off, revealing a blank space.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "You want me to rename?"

The silver-black sword roared again!

The young man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and asked:

"Then call it Youfang?"

The silver-black sword roared, like Jin Ge rubbing against it, and it hissed. The blank space at the root of the sword body has two more words full of ancient meaning out of thin air - You Fang!

Zhang Muliu held You Fang in front of him, and smiled at the long sword that would always follow him from now on:

"Then no matter how far we go, we must swim in a good way!"

Seeing this scene, Li Qiushui above did not change in his face, but he kept saying in his heart, and the last sentence was:

"The old lady is actually a little moved!"

With Zhang Muliu's Yuanying realm, even if he doesn't have a sword, it will only be a matter of a few hours to go to Hongdu! But there are always some things in his heart, and he still can't face them calmly. Therefore, we can only use the most stupid method to travel thousands of miles and see thousands of people!

The young man led the donkey and went all the way on the muddy avenue, and maybe one day he could walk out of a blue brick paved road and go to the sky!

......

Wandering all the way, it is unlikely that I want to spend my birthday with my mother on the third day of September. I thought that I would go all the way down the river, pass the country, go to Zhuolu to meet Xin Zuo, send the letter to Kunshan, and then go upriver to Pengze to pay tribute to the old man, and then go to see my mother. But who knew that there were so many accidents on the road, from Tongzhou to Luoyang for more than a month, and it was almost two months on this day before I arrived in Yongqiu.

Zhang Muliu had already carried You Fang on the back of a donkey, after all, carrying a sword on his back was too eye-catching. There are a lot of rangers, but I still want to look good at bullying. It's just that this Li Qiushui, who refused to leave, ignored so much, wore a green long dress, tied a long sword around his waist, and swaggered into the city.

Before the destruction of the country, this place can be said to have a great history, and the lord of the country has never changed his surname, and it has existed since ancient times. It's just that it was destroyed by the Chu State three hundred years ago, and now even the Chu State has been destroyed for two hundred years.

This place is now considered the territory of the Song Kingdom, next to the Liang Kingdom. In the end, it is an ancient city, full of charm!

Zhang Muliu found a blacksmith shop, removed the crappy stirrup saddle, and installed a pair of serious donkey saddles for the young man, the young man looked at the cyan donkey with the spirit of Bei'er and grinned:

"It's like a lone walker!"

The green donkey didn't want to be scary, and the voice sneered:

"Are you the bull's nose of the Taoist temple or the water bandit who divides gold and silver?"

The blacksmith on the side agreed with Zhang Muliu very much, saying that he had never seen a donkey with this kind of coat.

Li Qiushui, who changed into a green dress, said impatiently: "Okay, don't you know how to pretend to be garlic all day long, and you don't look at what you look like, where do you look like a scholar?"

Zhang Muliu paid the money and pulled the donkey and left, without looking at the woman, since she changed into a long green dress, Zhang Muliu never spoke to her again.

The two of them didn't pay attention to anyone, just walked one after the other, Zhang Muliu suddenly heard someone in his ears, walked to a secluded alley alone, his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was above the sea of clouds, and You Fang was also behind him. The young man looked at a young man with a hippie smile not far away, frowned and asked:

"Looking for a fight?"

The young man in the distance, who was always smiling, hurriedly replied: "Don't fight, don't fight, I'll send something to my son." ”

As he spoke, he threw a sign to Zhang Muliu, and then stepped on the flying carpet and left the place at a very fast speed.

Yu Zhanlin really didn't want to see this young man who slapped himself into a serious injury again, but the Nanshan monk came to the door, dozens of Yuanying peaks, and the master couldn't resist it. If it weren't for Zhao Kai being a peacemaker, it is estimated that he would have to suffer with his master! Isn't this now terrifying for Nanshan Monk and Emperor Song, he can slap himself away without a sword, and he still needs to shoot when he has a sword?

Zhang Muliu caught the jade card, it was a good piece of empty stone, the size of three or four rooms inside. One side is engraved with a large character '敕', and the other side is a sword character. There was a silk holy decree and a palm-sized flying sword inside, and the holy decree was taken out and looked at, and it read: "Give Zhang Muliu the sword marquis of the righteous son of King Fengxuan." ”

Zhang Mu Liuxin said that this is a marquis? It is better to give the flying sword to the monk of Nanshan.

The young man took out the small sword, held it in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and didn't see one, two, three, this is a rare thing to himself!

When she returned to the side of the green donkey again, she was already waiting for Qiushui, and the woman who changed back to red saw the young man and spoke:

"There is a monk wine shop in front of you, there are disciples of the Creation Mountain, you don't want to beat people?"

Zhang Muliu smiled at this time: "Let's take a look!"

Li Qiushui was puzzled: "Have a grudge against the green skirt?"

The young man didn't know how to explain, so he simply stopped talking, and took the green donkey and went to the wine shop.

In the practice, people say that they want to not be stained with red dust and not get rid of cause and effect, but where are there so many pure lands for them to start a sect? Moreover, the Pure Land is not in the red dust? Legend has it that after the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation, you can go to the heavenly realm, but Zhang Muliu always feels that it is just a larger worldly world!

Therefore, the monks in this world, whether they are human or demon, are mostly in the mountains and rivers of remote places. Most of the monk families located in the market have only existed in the past hundred years, and unless they are backed by the sect, they have no foundation.

In every city that can be named, there will actually be one or two monks' liquor shops or inns. It's just that Dongsheng Shenzhou is like this, Zhang Muliu once heard that there are many monks in Nanzhan Buzhou, and they live together with ordinary people, but there is an atmosphere of monks in one continent, but there are few monks. This is also the reason why since ancient times, monks have only accounted for 12 out of 100 at most. If you want to step into the path of cultivation, the conditions are harsh, stepping on the Qi refining and opening up the Qi Sea is a moat, and people with ordinary qualifications can be considered fast to step into the foundation building in twenty years, and Xue Yangyu and the like are already considered geniuses. There are many monks in Yizhou, it seems that the resources are evenly scattered, but in fact, the personal income is still pitiful, and the advantage is that the great monks born in this kind of environment are all talented people nine times out of ten, and they may be able to be compared with those people with the foundation that Zhang Muliu has honed for thousands of years in his dreams.

It can be seen that the qualifications of young people riding donkeys are poor!

Zhang Muliu longed for the continent where ordinary people saw monks drinking water, and he went to travel after the matter at hand was almost the same.

......

Li Qiushui walked to Zhang Muliu's side, looked up and down carefully, and Zhang Muliu had goosebumps all over his body. The woman grinned and asked:

"I don't see it! The righteous son of one of the four powerful princes, it is so easy to become a marquis!"

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with my godfather, it's just a real person who protects the country." If you go back and beat up the real people who protect the country, maybe you can get a duke. ”

The beautiful woman dressed in red rubbed her brows, and said helplessly: "Come on, your old man will go and beat the old emperor of Qi again, and the empress dowager of Liang will cut a few swords, and you will offend several powerful countries on this continent!"

"Why are you so well-informed?" Zhang Muliu wondered.

Li Qiushui sighed and said Uncle Zhang! Don't you look at what a group of people are looking at when you enter the city? The notice is at the gate of the city!

The young man said that I really don't have the habit of watching the excitement, and it seems that I will have to change it in the future.

It didn't take long to go to the restaurant, but it was a mixture of fish and dragons, monks and mortals mixed in the first floor to drink, the entrance of the second floor has a Taoist magic circle, and the foundation can not be entered.

Zhang Muliu found an empty table and sat down, where had the men on the side seen such a beautiful woman as Liqiushui, and suddenly whistled, and the woman in red pushed the scabbard slightly with her thumb, revealing the breath of the foundation building realm, and suddenly shut up. Some of the disciples who didn't know how to practice, but were also children of secular sects, saw that the monks on the side had shut up, and they hurriedly turned back to drink.

The two of them slowly walked down from the second floor, and at the front was a young man looking at twelve or thirteen, followed by an old man with fairy wind bones.

The young man spoke as he walked, and there was a bit of rebuke in his words:

"Grandpa Chen, it's obviously nothing fun, don't bring me here next time it's still this kind of place!"

The old man in the back nodded and said that he was old and didn't do his homework.

Sensing that the whole floor was watching them, the young man laughed evilly, and shattered all the water bowls on the table, which were just ordinary pottery bowls.

All the people frowned, but no one was angry.

Liqiushui's red clothes really matched her temper, and she was about to draw her sword as soon as her face changed. The young man sitting opposite said helplessly after holding his true anger against the hilt of the sword:

"I said, can you stop being so impatient?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly got up and scolded: "You little rabbit cub, did you do it?

When the young man heard this, he instantly frowned, glaring at Zhang Muliu as if he was going to kill him with his eyes!

She didn't want to say anything anymore from Qiushui, and she had already guessed that the young man in front of her was going to start pretending to be garlic again. Alas, everyone else is pretending to be an uncle, but this person has always been pretending to be a grandson!

The old man behind the young man had cold eyes, squinted and walked to Zhang Muliu's side, looked at this weak young man and smiled:

"My young master is young, and he likes to play a little, if he disturbs everyone to drink, the old man will make amends to you for him. ”

As he spoke, he took a copper kettle from the air, looked at the uneasy young man in front of him, sneered and swiped the copper kettle with his hand, made it into a small wine cup, drank it in one gulp, and slapped it heavily in front of Zhang Muliu, and then asked:

"Is this boy angry?"

The young man trembled and raised his hand, pointed at the old man, and said, "You intimidate me?"

You don't have the face to look at Qiushui anymore, you're too bullying, aren't you? If you want to demolish someone's mountain gate again, there's no need to be so disgusting, right? It's just helpless, if you ask for someone, you still have to do what he says.

The woman in red showed the aura of building a foundation, walked up to Zhang Muliu with a cold face, gritted her teeth at the old man and said:

"But you want to bully people with the help of the Creation Mountain?"

The old man smiled and said You will know about the Creation Mountain? Looking around Qiushui, I found that everyone just didn't see it and didn't hear it.

Zhang Muliu seemed to be very angry, pointed at the old man and said:

"Can a monk do whatever he wants? Immortality is just to bully others?"

The old man frowned in front of the two sentences, and was thinking about how to answer, when the young man in front of him suddenly fell to the side, smashing the table and chair, and the woman in red drew her sword forward, but was repelled by the old man's palm.

The young man in the back blew his palm and smiled very happily: "It's fun! Elder Wuchen is reasoning with you, that's because he's old, I don't talk so much nonsense!"

Wuchen frowned and looked at the young man, and said helplessly:

"Young master, I said that you can't hurt people at will! If you do this, the old man will never take you out. ”

As if he hadn't heard, the young man raised his hand and slapped him again, knocking the young man who was slowly standing up into the air again. The old man sighed and stepped aside, no longer hindering.

Li Qiushui spit out a mouthful of blood according to Zhang Muliu's pretense of saying, as if he was breathing on the side after being seriously injured. In fact, she was secretly scolding this old and young man who was not long-eyed, and she had already felt that the sword intent of the You Fang outside the building was getting stronger and stronger.

The boy shattered the wine jug, Zhang Muliu was not very angry, after all, he was also an annoying child when he was young. The old man named Wuchen scares people by cutting the copper kettle with his hands, Zhang Muliu is actually very happy, the old man wants to force the young man back, so as not to regenerate right and wrong. When the boy flipped himself over, he was not angry, even the second time, but he was not very angry.

Only after getting up again and looking around, he found that everyone bowed their heads, and no one even had the intention of saying a word, so the young man was a little disappointed and angry, and he didn't need to stand up for others, or speak up, just be a peacemaker, but still no one made any move.

The young man suddenly pointed to Liqiushui and said, "She is so beautiful, take her back and be my daughter-in-law!"

When Wuchen wanted to stop him, the young man smiled at the old man and said lightly: "Elder Wuchen wants to stop me?

The old man sighed lightly, it is really a halfway fairy is not as good as a dog, I hope this woman in the foundation building period can listen to her kind words and persuasion.

Twenty or thirty tables of Jianghu guests on the first floor only pretended that they hadn't seen anything.

Li Qiushui couldn't hold back any longer, and when he was about to make a move, Zhang Muliu stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed:

"What about the monk? If you want to move her, you have to kill me first! Although Lao Tzu has no power to restrain the chicken, he is also a strong man!"

Not far away, a young man with a knife on his back ignored the obstruction of his fellow tablemates, and suddenly stood up and scolded: "You fucking bullies, Lao Tzu learned knives just to draw knives from time to time, even if he is dead, what if he dies?

This is a Yan country man!

In the past, it was never a good name. It is precisely because there are one after another people who are willing to help each other when the road is uneven, so that later generations are willing to walk the rivers and lakes, no matter what these people become in the end, at least at the beginning of the road, they are willing to say a word for others!

Perhaps it was the recklessness of young people that made these ordinary people in the rivers and lakes ignite a fire in their hearts again.

On the first floor of the wine shop, the road is uneven, and the rivers and lakes are all passers-by!

The boy laughed out loud for some reason, as if looking at a flock of lambs. Several silver spikes flew out of his waist, each aimed at a person.

Wuchen's heart was shocked, and a woman in red was already holding a sword to his throat. Li Qiushui turned his head and asked:

"Almost, right?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and shouted

- You Fang!

A black silver broke through the wall, smashed those nails and took the young man's head, the tip of the sword slightly sank into the young man's eyebrows, Zhang Muliu arched his hand towards the stunned group of Jianghu guests:

"I'm glad that you are all charlatans!"

It took a while for these men to react, and they all wanted to step forward and give this young man two feet, but after thinking in their hearts, most of them couldn't beat him, so they all sat back depressed, but everyone laughed and laughed very happily.

It's best to be fine!

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Everyone! I really didn't mean to hide it, I was injured a few days ago, and I was slapped twice by this young man, and I think it's very strange! I'm really sorry for you!"

After talking about it, no one paid attention to him.

Zhang Muliu took the two of them to the small village at the foot of the Creation Mountain, and they arrived at Qiushui and the green donkey in an instant.

Looking at Wuchen and the young man, Zhang Muliu said indifferently:

"I'm here for the man who took half a golden pill from you a few years ago. ”

Wuchen smiled bitterly: "It's really retribution!"

The young man grinned and laughed loudly: "It turned out to be for that waste!Hahaha, so what? Now that my grandfather is the highest group of people in this world, what can you do?"

The old man also laughed, laughing at the ignorance and arrogance of the young man.

Zhang Muliu also smiled, shook his head with a smile and said, "Give you another chance, I'll wait here, and I'll go up the mountain if I can't come back in an hour." ”

In the end, it was Wuchen who took the young man to Zaohua Mountain, and the old man looked at the young man on the side with a cruel look in his eyes, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Let's see how the ancestor who thinks he is invincible in the world chooses! Creation Mountain? If two swordsmen who are at least the pinnacle of Jindan come up to the mountain, what can an old and immortal Yuan Infant do? Besides, both of them are very young!"

When young people say to give a chance, they actually give a chance to create a mountain!

......

Out of Chang'an for more than a month, Hu Sprinkle and his party rushed to Hongdu without sleep, and finally arrived at the door of their own house on this day, and the dust on Hu Sprinkle can dye the water.

The girl stood at the door and looked at the door of the house that she hadn't seen for half a year, she wanted to go in but didn't dare to go in, her sister worked hard for her, she already knew it, but she really didn't know how to tell her sister that you worked hard.

Liao Xianren glanced at Wan Qian, looking at the hesitant girl in front of him, he was also a little sad, but thanks to that Zhang Gongzi who had cultivated to the sky!

The little girl stretched out her hand and patted her cheek, grinned a few more times, and then raised her hand to slam the door. But before he could raise his hand, the door had already opened to both sides. Out of the door came a very beautiful girl, dressed in a long white dress, with a small braid on the left and right sides wrapped around the back of her head, and her black hair hung down like a waterfall.

The girl bent down and hugged Hu Sasa, and her tears overflowed uncontrollably, and after a long time, she let go of her hand and said to Hu Sasa who was holding back her tears:

"Next time, don't run so far, it used to be my sister who was not good. ”

At night, a little girl and an older girl were playing under the covers, and when the little girl looked at the injuries suffered by her sister from practicing her sword, she cried and said:

"You didn't sleep with me because you were afraid that I would see it, why didn't you tell me?"

The eldest girl touched the little girl's head and said softly, "How can I be willing to let Sasa be sad because of my sister's injury!"

The little girl cried for a long time, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to the big girl in front of her with a cry and a smile:

"Sister, don't worry, I found you a very powerful husband, really powerful!"

......

In a small country in the north that is sandwiched between the Yan State and the Qi State, the horse gang comes out of the border city. A sturdy young man sat at the front and rode a horse, taking out a bamboo bucket from time to time and opening it to drink. Not long ago, the young man who had just married Dan was finally the helmsman of the Zhongshan Horse Gang.

As he was talking and laughing, a blue light swept through the sky and rushed straight towards the caravan. The blue light stopped in front of the caravan, stirring up a gust of wind, and when the dust cleared, in front of him was a woman in a long blue dress, and the woman shouted to the young man riding at the front of the caravan:

"Jore, the old lady herself came to you, are you silent like this?"

The sturdy young man smiled awkwardly, and muttered 'Xiaoqian?' in his mouth, and only after seeing it clearly did he grin and whisper to the surrounding crowd:

"It's my stupid, don't be afraid. ”