There were a total of five people in the group, four monks in the Qi Refining Realm, and two female cultivators looked very young, and the older ones were in their early twenties. And the two men, the difference is a bit big, except for the young man with a wicked smile, there is also a man in his forties.

The two women were fine, they didn't have many cold eyes, but the young man and the middle-aged man would glance at them from time to time, as if looking at ants.

But in fact, even if it is the peak of qi refining, that is, it is on par with the top martial artists in the world, after building the foundation, it can be regarded as a monk, and I don't know where these two people got the confidence to look at people with such eyes.

Following these four people all the way to the south, the climate became more humid and hot, and there were more villages and towns on the way.

Along the way, the four of them rarely took care of Zhang Muliu, and Zhang Muliu was also happy, and occasionally left at night to inquire about the whereabouts of the border army.

promised everyone in Huajia Village, and even more promised Hua Mulan, that little girl, no matter what, she had to find Hua Zhiwen. As for what treasures, Zhang Muliu has never had any obsession, and if he encounters it, he will definitely fight for it, and if he can't touch it, he can't do it.

Every night in the mountains and forests to rest, Zhang Muliu would always rush to pick up some dry firewood, cage a fire and try his best to find some food, although no one talked to him, but he insisted on talking to himself about some people and things he had seen. Only the young girl occasionally smiled and said, "Aren't you a storyteller?"

One day, passing by a large vegetable garden, it is estimated that it will take more than two miles to walk around the road, and the vegetable garden has obviously stepped on a path, and many green vegetables that Zhang Muliu does not know have been trampled on.

The four of them paused at the intersection first, and then they all turned to look at the scholar to see what would happen to him.

It wasn't until this moment that the four of them understood one thing, that is, the character of the scholar, or the stubbornness.

Because Zhang Muliu didn't even look at the path, he smiled at the four of them and took the lead along the main road.

The young woman muttered, "Look, that's what a nerd is called." Nerds we can't learn. ”

In the evening of that day, the four people seemed to have finally arrived at their destination, which was a barren mountain, and it was said that there was a ruined temple in it, and people within a radius of dozens of miles all talked about the change of color.

Zhang Muliu didn't back down, thinking about going with him to see what the ghosts these people were catching. It's just that he Zhang Muliu saw the wrong person.

Originally, I thought that the reason why the evil boy brought himself was because he wanted to use himself as blood food to lure the ghost to appear. Now it seems that if you don't need to read minds, you also have a time to look away.

Several people sat around the fire, and the younger woman smiled and spoke, it was the fourth sentence she said to Zhang Muliu in the past few days, "We really want to go to the mountains to catch ghosts, do you still want to follow?"

The young man on the side still smiled evilly, but said with a smile: "Let's leave quickly after eating, there is a city dozens of miles to the south." ”

The older woman and the middle-aged man also laughed and said, "You're a scholar, aren't you? If we really want to catch ghosts, maybe we'll all die there, and it's no good for you to follow." ”

For some reason, Zhang Muliu felt that these people were a little ...... Lovely?

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, took out four stones picked up by the roadside from the big cage behind him, and after a little polishing, he took out a carving knife wrapped in a black cloth.

The scholar smiled: "Several heroes have escorted all the way here, and I don't have anything good to take, why don't you give four people a seal?"

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and the middle-aged man took the lead in speaking: "My name is Qiu Ming, you can help me engrave the words 'ask for unknown'." ”

The young man smiled and nodded, and carved out three small characters of bird seals in less than a cup of tea, and said with a smile after handing them to Qiu Ming: "The craftsmanship is acceptable, but the material is a little unsatisfactory, Qiu Daxia should not be disgusted." ”

The middle-aged man took the flat seal that could pick up a basket by the river, and he couldn't put it down.

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Ah Zhe, you just look at the moment." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, what he looked at the most was this young man who laughed feminine and evil, so he picked up the knife and engraved the words "Siqing Changxiu", which was engraved with the seal of Lishu.

The young man took the seal and said, "Although I don't know what it means, I look very powerful." ”

The older woman's name is Qu Wenjin, and she also said that it would be okay to let Zhang Muliu look at the carving, and the latter carved "Suddenly appeared white deer".

Finally, there was the young girl, along the way, this woman looked at a lot of things in her heart, but at this time she had a bit of a playful nature, she said to Zhang Muliu: "My name is Lin Jing, I want to be a sword fairy, you see what words are most like sword fairies, especially powerful, and help me engrave them." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled dumbly, and engraved the words "Sword Swinging Kyushu" with a sharp blade.

A few people talked and laughed, so they said goodbye.

After the white-clothed young man left, Lin Jing frowned and asked, "Did the junior brother ever think about harming this scholar?"

The young man smiled indifferently and said softly, "I've thought about it more than once." But I can't do it, I don't think I should be. ”

Qiu Ming patted the young man on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "That's right! If the medicine given to the master is stained with the blood of innocent people, then the master will feel guilty for the rest of his life." ”

Ah Zhe shook his head, showed that weird smile, and said softly: "I actually didn't think about it that much, I just think that this scholar is very good, it was he who slowly wore out my murderous intent, if I were someone else, maybe I would really make a big mistake." ”

Zhang Muliu had already walked far away, in fact, he had been paying attention to the words of several people, and when he heard the words of Na Ah Zhe, the young man in white smiled indifferently and said to himself: "As soon as your kindness moves, I will seal the Quartet to keep you safe." ”

On the road of life, in fact, everyone you meet is not necessarily a bad person, let alone a good person.

Mortals must have interests involved in their hearts, and as for how to benefit and how to benefit, in fact, it is not all in the long run, but more in the present.

Just like the young man Ah Zhe, the reason why he agreed to take Zhang Muliu, a white-clothed scholar, was just to use it as blood food to lure ghosts out.

In this way, it is the benefit of the moment.

And on the side of the nursery, several people wanted to approach the road, but Zhang Muliu didn't look at it, and walked along the road, like a scholar stubborn, but gave the four people different feelings.

In this way, it is the benefit of the heart.

Every time the demons are troubled, the world seems to go straight along the avenue, and occasionally seeing a fork in the road is a benefit, and how many people can see the path but turn a blind eye?

It's like picking up a bag of gold and silver in the wilderness, most people will pick it up and make a fortune without saying a word. A small number of people would stand still with their money bags in their hands, thinking about how long it would be if the person who lost the money would not come, I would take it as a matter of course, and I would be at ease.

In fact, the most bastard is the second type of person, who no longer pays attention to others when he feels at ease, and always feels that I have done my best, so what else?

And then there's a third kind of people, who will wander around with their money bags and think and think, and think, "Could this be the life-saving thing for the person who lost the money?"

But often the third type of person will be crowned with the title of "good old man" and "fool".

Advantageous or not, not a fool or what?

The scholar took out the wine gourd and poured it, the world is like this.

Alone on the road, after walking for dozens of miles, the young man no longer dressed as a scholar, but also dressed in white and carrying a sword.

Sure enough, as Ah Zhe said, this is a big city.

According to the Kanyu map bought by Zhang Muliu, this big city is an important city in the southwest of Wanguo, and if this city is broken, Wanguo will perish.

The city gate was heavily guarded, and Zhang Muliu was carrying a sword, so he was called to the side to investigate, but fortunately, Zhang Muliu had already spoken a proficient local dialect, and the soldier's doubts were immediately dispelled.

Zhang Muliu asked: "I passed by Qingshan Huajia Village in the north, and the villagers asked me to help deliver a letter to a Wupin general named Hua Zhiwen, I wonder if the two eldest brothers have heard of it?"

When the two soldiers heard this, they felt that this man could not be a fine worker.

One of them said with a smile: "General Hua, that is the pride of the young generation of our Wan country, three years ago, the Guishan soldiers besieged this Pumi City, it was General Hua who led 5,000 light cavalry deep into the hinterland of the enemy, captured the enemy general alive, and made the Guishan retreat 800 miles. In fact, according to us, General Wupin is really too humble and more than enough to be a marquis. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and said that he would go south again, trying to see General Hua and bring the letter from his hometown.

After entering this Pumi city, Zhang Muliu found that there were a large number of Theravada Buddhist believers and monks in this big city.

The young man had no choice but to stop here and continue his way south to where the frontier army was.

After leaving the city, I finally met an acquaintance from the outside world.

It's the blind Liu Daoren.

The old Taoist priest laughed, leaned over and said, "Who should I be, it turns out to be you, a young man who wants a treasure and doesn't want to die?

If you want to say that this old Taoist priest really can't speak, his words are ugly and harsh, and now he even sells himself. This is not clear to tell Zhang Muliu, is he falling into the realm anyway?

Zhang Muliu just smiled indifferently, "I haven't fallen yet." ”

The blind Taoist's face changed, and he no longer had the appearance of looking at the junior before, but turned to a smiling face, and laughed loudly: "Oh! Daoist friends are really amazing, they won't be suppressed when they come here, they really have a bright future!"

Don't dare to talk to this boy anymore, now everyone is in the Jindan realm, his long sword is still a treasure, if you really want to fight, who loses and who wins is still unknown.

Zhang Muliu didn't really want to deal with this person, so he smiled and said goodbye, and continued to walk towards the south.

The Daoist chased after him closely, and he didn't even call Daoyou, "Brother Zhang, no matter what we say, we are all fellow countrymen, and we have a response when we walk together, who knows if there are any high-level goblins and ghosts in this broken place, we are now two Jindan, and we have a little reliance when we walk together!"

Zhang Muliu turned his head suddenly, and said with a smile: "Daoist Liu might as well help me calculate, where is the person I am looking for?"

The blind Taoist looked a little embarrassed, but he still smiled and said, "It's just that when I first entered this place, my Dao heart is a little unstable, so I have to slow down for a few days." ”

The young man with the sword on his back was quite helpless, and said in his heart that this old guy also loves face too much, and if he can't figure it out, he can't figure it out! When he was in Huajia Village, Zhang Muliu tried to calculate it, but found that suppressing this Heaven and Earth Dao made the deduction technique completely useless.

It's okay to walk together, and by the way, it's not in the way to protect this "falling realm" old way, but you can't be a guard for him.

Zhang Muliu asked with a smile: "The kid has been here for half a month, and he has no clue about what treasures and treasures he has, and I don't know if he can leak the heavenly secrets." ”

The blind Taoist twitched, and said in his heart that a good boy is a chicken thief, if I don't say anything, it is estimated that he will turn his face immediately, and now he is not a Yuanying monk.

"In fact, the poor road is only half-understood, but I can talk to Brother Zhang. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and said nothing, just sat cross-legged under a tree, wiping the blade of his sword with a white cloth.

The blind Taoist wanted to scold his mother, "When I came, a boatman said that this place is a thoughtless small cave heaven, and that is the fragment of the former heavenly court." But I walked around a long distance, and all I saw were mortal lands, where was there the slightest trace of the Ancient Heavenly Court? So I guessed that this was just a peripheral place, and the real treasure land was in the center of this world."

The young man took off the gourd and began to drink, as if he had not heard.

Seeing that Zhang Muliu didn't react, the Taoist smiled bitterly and said, "That's all I know, and I don't know how much I know." ”

Zhang Muliu got up suddenly, put on his long sword and was about to leave, and said before leaving: "Since Daochang Liu is so insincere, we have nothing to talk about. ”

The blind Taoist sighed helplessly, and chased after him to spread the voice: "There are three kingdoms here, one is the Guishan in the southwest, and the Wan country where we are now, and a large area in the northwest is occupied by a grassland nomad called Mengguo. According to my estimate, the reason why Guishan and Mengguo covet Wanguo so much is because the treasure is in Wanguo. ”

The young man laughed loudly, handed over a pot of wine, and said with a smile: "Look, I said that the old-timers have a high realm, even if they have fallen into the realm now, they still have a good vision!"

The blind Taoist held back the twitching corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Where, no place is as good as Brother Zhang's Sword Immortal." ”

The two began to go south together, Zhang Muliu must go to the border and send letters to the flower counselor, while the blind Taoist has nothing to do, and follows this kid. Before breaking the realm, it is useless to go to that treasure land, maybe you have to put your life into it, it is better to find an opportunity to break through the realm first, and then make plans.

Less than a hundred miles away from the place of battle, there was actually a small city, and the map of Kanyu was not even marked with it.

Zhang Muliu was very interested, and after entering the city, he inquired, only to know that there was a Meng Lao hero here, when the 200,000 army of Guishan suddenly attacked, the border army of Wanguo did not react for a while, and was defeated and retreated. It was the old hero who opened the green city, accommodating 80,000 remnants of soldiers and tens of thousands of people, standing alone at the head of the city, with white hair and a sword, which scared the 200,000 troops of the Kushan Empire not to come forward, so they had to besiege the city and make a detour to Napumi City.

The blind Daoist sighed: "That person can't be a Hedao Sword Cultivator, right?

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, poured another sip of wine for no reason, and then said softly: "My generation of swordsmen, dare to say no to heaven and earth, what is an army of 200,000?"

Liu Daoren pouted secretly, and said in his heart, you just blow it!

Now that he knew the deeds of the old hero, Zhang Muliu must have gone to visit, and after entering the city, he went straight to the unarmored villa, and when he arrived at the place, Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly.

Outside the Jiejia Villa, the water surrounding people is impassable, and they are all knights in the rivers and lakes, and they want to meet the old hero. But the old hero was sick and didn't see any guests.

The blind Taoist said with a slight sarcasm, "Look, this is what the laity do, and when you see someone who is famous, you have to get together and make friends with people, so that you can brag about it at the wine table in the future." ”

Zhang Muliu ignored this guy's complaints, and leaned up to the angry porter and said, "The younger generation came from afar, heard about the heroic deeds of Meng Lao, and came to meet him." ”

The porter was about fifty years old, with gray hair, looking at the young man in white clothes and carrying a sword, and said angrily: "Don't you look at how many people are here, they all come from afar, you young people, the old owner of the village said that he is sick, don't you know how to sympathize with the old man? ”

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "I'm a swordsman, and when I was tired of the old gentleman, I said that there was a swordsman who came from afar to ask for a drink." ”

The old porter sighed, pointed to this large group of people, and said how many swordsmen were there? At least a dozen of them held up their long swords.

Zhang Muliu smiled helplessly, said something disturbing, turned around and left.

After going back, the blind Taoist gloated, "The old hero doesn't see you, let's rush to the border and deliver the letter." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, sat cross-legged in place, and did not speak, let alone ignore the blind Taoist.

Rao felt a little panicked with the face of this Daochang Liu.

This sat for a day, and at night everyone dispersed, except for a white garment sitting in front of the door, with a sword on his knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

The blind Taoist is far away, for fear that someone will know that he is with Zhang Muliu. In fact, this old man is a little confused, and at a glance in front of the door, he knows that the old hero is not a monk at all, what is the picture of this surname Zhang?

In fact, the old porter was also very helpless, how could he meet such a young man? Seeing that the owner of the village couldn't increase his skills for ten years, why should he be so stubborn?

At this time, a young man walked here, saw Zhang Muliu sitting cross-legged, and found it interesting, so he circled around the young man a few times, and then asked with a smile: "Do you want to go in? The old man is just standing at the head of the city and scaring people, what is there to see?"

Zhang Muliu opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It is natural for a swordsman to see a swordsman. ”

The young man laughed and stretched out his hand to help Zhang Muliu up, "It's the first time I've seen such an interesting person as you, come in with me, and I'll take you to see the old man." ”

Since you can go in, then just follow it, when you walk to the door, the old porter said with a wry smile: "Little master, the owner of the village said that he doesn't see anyone, if you take this young man in, the owner of the village will definitely not want to see people." ”

The young man was about to get angry, Zhang Muliu stopped with a smile, and said softly: "It's okay, you just go in and help me talk to Old Hero Meng, saying that a young swordsman has come to ask to see me, if you still don't want to see me, then I won't bother anymore." ”

The young man glared at the old porter, smiled apologetically at Zhang Muliu, and walked into the courtyard angrily, looking like he was going to roll with the old hero.

The old porter said helplessly: "Why do you have to meet the old owner?

The blind Taoist in the distance deeply sympathizes, you say that you go to see people with a dead face, what are you looking for?

Zhang Muliu had to smile bitterly, what could he say? Tell this old porter that more than ten years ago, there was an old man who told a story, saying that there was a border place, and the white-haired old man had a sword on his body and drank back 200,000 soldiers?

The stories told by Grandpa Tai and the places in the stories, Zhang Muliu has never seen them at all, this is the first time. That's why he wanted to check it out.

In fact, Grandpa Tai is not a native of Xiaozhushan, but is in the same vein as the old lame, but he has been raised in Xiaozhushan since he was a child and became a son-in-law.

The old man who still wanted to go up the mountain to hunt wild animals for his little aunt to cure asthma until his body was rickety, and what he most often said in his twilight years was homesickness.

However, it had been several years since Grandpa Tai arrived, so how could he know what happened in this thoughtless little cave three years ago?

A sound of footsteps interrupted Zhang Muliu's contemplation, and the young man went and returned, rolling his eyes at the old porter, and then said to Zhang Muliu: "The old man asked me to take you over, let's go have tea." ”

Zhang Muliu clenched his fists slightly at the old porter, and then the young man entered the door and went straight to the high place.

The so-called mountain villa must have mountains and water.

This unloading mountain villa is in the city, but it is different from the market, all the way up, among the grass and trees in the forest, it seems to return to the mountains and wilderness.

Let a lush forest, Zhang Muliu heard the sound of flowing water pouring down, look at it, it turned out to be a stone peak a few zhang high, there is an eye spring water flowing out in the middle, just below is a small pavilion, the spring water flows through the tiles, is divided into several wisps and slowly falls, looking at it from a distance, it is like water making a bead curtain. Behind the beaded curtain, there was an old man with gray hair leaning on the flying chair, his hands folded in his sleeves, and his eyes closed.

The young man quipped: "This is the old hero Meng you want to see, is it a little disappointed?"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly and replied: "This is the people of the rivers and lakes." ”

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

Since the vision on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month of Qucheng, the martial arts conference has been shelved, and countless heroes have disappeared, and this martial arts conference can no longer be held.

Three days have passed, and only Mo Ming and Fang Cong are left in the house in Mawei Lane. The girl went to practice her sword every morning, and the day passed very quickly, and when she ate something indiscriminately at night, she ran to the backyard to scare the little goldfish.

In the eyes of the group of little fish who walked away from Si Kuishan, Fang Cong was already an out-and-out witch.

At this moment, Fang Cong was lying on his stomach in the water pavilion, carrying Qingbai on his back, sticking out his head and saying with a smile: "Call Senior Sister!"

A group of small fish panicked, jumped out of the water one after another, and shouted: "Senior sister is mighty! Senior sister is good-looking! Senior sister is a sword fairy!"

A woman in the same dark green dress appeared out of thin air, and it was the sect master of the mountain who had sneaked back from the sea.

Mo Ming then arrived, but as soon as he saw the woman who was not very tall, cold sweat instantly crawled all over his body.

Li You'er ignored Mo Ming, just went to the water pavilion in an instant, sat on the side, and said with a smile: "You are his eldest disciple?"

Fang Cong's whole body was tense, and the woman in front of him was too scary.

"I'm the master's eldest disciple, who are you?"

The woman escaped and handed it to Fang Cong, and said with a smile: "I am your master! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed Fang Onion's head, some subtle breath was taken away by Li Youer, seeing that Fang Onion was frowning, Li Youer pouted and muttered, a little aggrieved, "Your master is a big pig's trotter, I gave you this book, if you want to learn the sword well, you have to learn the number of arts." ”

As he spoke, he disappeared, and Fang Cong held the Zhou Ji in his hand, a little at a loss. Because before the woman left, she said, "Don't tell your master that I have been here." ”

Mo Ming seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, glanced left and right, scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Why am I here?"