After the middle-aged man in the robe said "Yu Lianzhou", Zhang Muliu couldn't stop being surprised.

There are 36 heavens in the ancient court, and there are 72 blessed lands in the world. After the Ancient Heavenly Court was shattered, thirty-three of them fell into the human world, but the seventy-two magical places that were originally in the human world were intact although they appeared a little later.

In fact, when the Ancient Heavenly Court fell, there were no seventy-two blessed lands on earth. The earliest blessed land is the Daomen Immortal Mountain, and then it has changed countless times in the past 10,000 years, and today's Daomen blessed land has long been out of character, and most of them are monks who claim to be orthodox in the Daomen.

Now the ninth is called Taihe. The second Taoist who was in charge of that blessed land was surnamed Yu Lianzhou.

The middle-aged Taoist smiled constantly, and asked softly: "Do you want to resurrect this little girl?" ”

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Please also ask the seniors for advice." ”

The white unicorn doesn't know much about these, these seventy-two magical places are not from ancient times. So she said, "This person is very famous, right?"

Zhang Muliu nodded, and the voice replied: "There are seventy-two blessed lands in the world, corresponding to thirty-six heavens. There was once a famous Taoist monk named Yu Lianzhou, who was in charge of Taihe Mountain. I don't know if this person's surname is that Yu. ”

The Taoist seemed to know what Zhang Muliu was thinking, and said lightly: "The surplus of the poor Dao is the surplus of the superfluous. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Demon Ling, and said softly: "If you want to enter Lianzhou Island, everyone who is destined to come in." But if you want to be resurrected, it is extremely difficult. After all, human life and death are reincarnation, but resurrection is contrary to the way of heaven. In the three thousand years of poor road, there are no more than a few hands that have entered this Lianzhou Island, but none of them have really been resurrected. ”

Zhang Muliu arched his hand and said, "I don't dare to force it, but since I'm here, I have to give it a try." What can I do so that my sister can give it a try?"

Yu Lianzhou said with a smile: "Climb to the top of the mountain, she is alone." ”

Dressed in white, he looked at a little girl in black, who smiled dumbly, showed a subtle smile, and said to the young man: "Don't underestimate the big ghost king of the demon Ling, just climb a mountain, it doesn't take much effort." Just wait, and I'll be alive when I come back. ”

Zhang Muliu nodded with a smile, and took the white unicorn in his arms and walked out of the lotus boat. But he didn't step on the lotus leaves like Yu Lianzhou, but hung in the air, refusing to settle down in the middle of the red and green.

"You can go with confidence, it's naturally good to climb up, and it's nothing if you can't climb up. If I can't resurrect you this time, I will be the mountain god Niangniang by Xiao Demon Ling at the top of the sect in the future. ”

Demon Ling laughed non-stop, the lotus boat under her feet slowly sailed towards the distant island, the little girl put her hands on her waist, and shouted: "Brother Rice Master is too underestimated to be the Demon Ling Great Ghost King, but even if I live, the mountain god has to do it for me." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and lay on the lotus boat with his legs cocked, and his toes picked one by one.

In fact, Zhang Muliu knew that the little girl was panicking to death at this moment.

The white-clothed young man shook his head and asked Yu Lianzhou, "Seniors still have something to say, right?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled faintly, raised his hand and waved, and there was an additional pavilion here. Yu Lianzhou entered first and skillfully boiled tea. Zhang Muliu then also entered the Lotus Sea Pavilion.

When it comes to boiling tea, for Zhang Muliu, the black clay pot in his hometown is delicious. The dark tea pot is simmered next to the charcoal fire, and after the water is boiled, grab a handful of tea leaves and sprinkle it in, and then pour it into the bowl after boiling, and it is a bitter mess.

Of course, not everyone likes to drink bitter tea, Zhang Muliu's family, and only he likes to drink that kind of bitter to make people frown. When the eldest uncle drank tea, a little tea had to be added with a few pieces of sugar.

Yu Lianzhou's boiled tea has the charm of Zhang Muliu's hometown.

Putting the little white deer aside on the flying chair, Zhang Muliu picked up the fire chopsticks on the side of the charcoal basin, and Yu Lianzhou's pair of statues were cast in copper, and the roots were connected by thin iron chains.

Young people are a little happy, and it is really a special taste to see things from home in a foreign land.

Yu Lianzhou poured a bowl of tea and handed it to Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "What?

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Most of my hometown is made of iron, called a fire chopstick. My old man there can't drink tea without such things. ”

The Taoist took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Actually, there are a lot of places where there is this thing, and my hometown calls it Tongtiao." I've been here for 3,000 years, and I've had nothing to do for a day, that is, I can make tea and draw lotus. ”

Zhang Muliu gently gathered the charcoal fire, turned his head to look at the lotus sea that could not be seen, and asked with a smile: "It's been three thousand years here, is there only one senior?"

Yu Lianzhou shook his head and said: "That's not it, I had two painters here before, one surnamed Zhong and the other surnamed Zhao." He went after I came. Now there is actually a madman who claims to be a person from the south and the north, who looks like a disciple of Taoism, but he likes to paint and look at ease. About 800 years ago, I thought about how to die a day, but I couldn't die at all, and I saw him commit suicide six or seven times. ”

Zhang Muliu's face was strange, he took out an extra handful of walnuts in his hand, buried them in the charcoal ash, took out the pipe given by Liu Gong for no reason, and lit it.

It's really the biggest in the world, and there are no surprises.

"People from the south and the north"? Others shout, almost all of them are Taoists, what kind of mountain people, how can they still be so long? Also, they have been here for 800 years, and they think about how to die every day? It really makes people cry and laugh.

Zhang Muliu took a puff of his cigarette and sighed: "It seems that there will be such a person everywhere." There was an old man in my hometown, who seemed to be a little delirious, and every day he would put his hands together and raise them high as if he were holding water. It is said that when he was young, he thought about killing himself every day, and when he got old, he became like that. ”

Yu Lianzhou sighed, handed over a bowl of tea, and then said lightly: "I have a friend who created his own forty-two styles of boxing, but the immortal road is slim, so he went very early. He left me a boxing book, saying that there is a fate to learn. ”

Demon Ling went to climb the mountain, and of course the elder brother had to help block the rest. Fights are inevitable.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "I am a swordsman, I know a little marksmanship, as for boxing, I also know how to mess with the king's eight punches." Later, I hope that the seniors will not laugh. ”

The figures of the two suddenly became extremely blurred, and in the blink of an eye, they pulled out two long lines and went out of the pavilion. Yu Lianzhou stepped on the lotus flower lightly, and Zhang Muliu stood suspended in the air.

I saw that the man's legs were slightly bent, his left foot was poking forward, and his left and right hands were staggered to draw a circle, and the momentum was extremely slow.

Yu Lianzhou said with a smile: "My friend has forty-two styles, and there are actually thirteen styles left in my hands." It doesn't matter if I don't want to learn, I prefer to teach boxing. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly, we haven't learned the tricks, and we can't play them! What's more, this middle-aged Taoist who can't see the level of the realm can only fight the enemy with his fists, and he has already left a lot of strength.

Under the moon, the lotus sea, dressed in white, flutters in the wind. I saw that the young man's left arm was extended, and with a roar from behind him, he swept out on his own, and was held in the hand of the young man in white.

"The junior has poor qualifications, and it is really not the material for learning boxing. Since the seniors have to teach, the younger generations can only humbly ask for advice and see how much they can learn. ”

Yu Lianzhou smiled faintly, his body swayed, bringing up countless phantoms. Although he looked very slow, he came to Zhang Muliu's side unconsciously. Zhang Muliu didn't even raise his sword. The man's right leg bent inward into Zhang Muliu's crotch, and suddenly his knee swung outward, and his upper body slammed into Zhang Muliu's chest with his shoulder, and he retreated backwards like a short-term kite in white clothes.

Even if the young man in white was beaten out, he still tried his best to avoid the lotus flower under his feet, and finally hovered in mid-air, but he didn't cause the slightest ripple on the water surface.

Yu Lianzhou shook his head with a smile, and the whole person jumped straight into the sea of clouds like a monkey released during the New Year, as if he had hit a big hole in the night.

Zhang Muliu followed closely, slashing away with a sword qi in his hand, raised his head and smiled: "Senior takes the sword." ”

Just rushed to the sea of clouds, and that sword qi also came to Yu Lianzhou's side. But the Dao man just shook his head and smiled, and actually used his hand to catch the sword qi, pulled the sword qi with his hand, circled his body and slashed at Zhang Muliu again.

Zhang Muliu really had a long insight this time, and squinted slightly at that sword qi, and the sword qi dissipated instantly.

Yu Lianzhou was also amazed, standing on the sea of clouds and quipping: "The swordsmanship is sparse, and the sword intent is terrifying! Your sword intent is not heavy, and it is very consistent with my boxing technique, it is a pity not to learn it." ”

The young man was a little panicked by the words.

Swordsmanship is sparse, that's no way to do it! Anyone who encounters a master who only teaches three tricks has to do this. As for Jiang Mohang, that guy is not a human being, so he can't generalize.

Zhang Muliu thought that he was distracted, and he had a fight with his senior brother in the same realm, not to mention whether he won or not, he would not lose, right? But after the meeting, Zhang Muliu wanted to curse.

Both of them were dressed in white, both had a sword, and they were both young people in the distraction realm. A person with a sword on his back, the sword intent around his body exploded, and it was quite difficult to control. And the other one with a sword on his waist, the sword intent was restrained, and the sword intent that was originally based on killing power was condensed into a pair of invisible armor for him.

Stand tall and thin.

Yu Lianzhou stretched out his arms, walked with a single step, and came up with an elbow blow, which looked light and fluttering, but it hit the body a thousand pounds.

"Young people, it's not a good habit to dare to be distracted when fighting with others!"

Zhang Muliu was repelled by an elbow, but this time he didn't retreat as violently as before, but just moved back more than ten steps.

The white-clothed swordsman waved his hand and held a sword flower, which touched the injuries in his body these two times, and suddenly his heart and liver trembled. But the young man smiled brightly, and the pain was so comfortable!

Since you are out of battle with slow fists, I will break the formation with my sword quickly.

The white clothes are like ghosts, shuttling between the sea of clouds, and it is difficult to distinguish from the white clouds under the moon.

Yu Lianzhou turned around suddenly, waved his hand to the side out of thin air, and then there was a sound of breaking the air from his side. A white dress appeared a hundred feet away, waved his hand and slashed diagonally, without the slightest movement, but the person disappeared.

Lianzhou Daoist frowned slightly, leaned to the left, and wrapped his right arm around the back of his head. In an instant, a sharp sword light suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, slashing against the tip of his nose, and the sea of clouds was cut out of a huge gap, and the moonlight sprinkled on the lotus sea.

At the same time as the sword light slashed, a streamer of light struck from the back of Yu Lianzhou's head, and the Taoist grabbed the palm-sized flying sword between his fingers and threw it away. The Nanshan Flying Sword was like a glass barrier everywhere it went, shattering violently, and then a young man in white also grabbed the flying sword with two fingers.

Zhang Muliu sighed: "I haven't played a role in this blow. ”

Yu Lianzhou, who was in the distance, smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and lifted his robe, a piece of clothing was broken together, and the gray robe was blown away with the wind.

"Good boy, if I were in the same realm as you, I would really know how to do it. There were actually two sword qi just now, right? one slashed right in front of me, and the other came with the Dao Gate Flying Sword. But why didn't I notice it?"

Zhang Muliu scratched his head and said with a smile: "I actually have a natal sword, which is more weird, if I want to, I can draw a ban that does not exceed three zhang, and I will make a sword in it, as if the person who made the sword is not in this world, and naturally there is no trace." ”

Yu Lianzhou smiled and asked again, "Do you really not want to learn?" I see that your saliva will not be able to hold back. ”

The young man in white subconsciously grabbed the wine jug, a little embarrassed, "Of course I want to learn good boxing techniques, but ...... You can also see that my qualifications are simply outrageous. You see...... I've always thought she's good for gunfighting, but after seeing this boxing today, I think she's also good for boxing. ”

Yu Lianzhou shook his head, instantly walked to Zhang Muliu's side, dragged down the wine gourd and drank it wildly, and then laughed and said, "You kid, you obviously want it very much, but you are dead." How many tricks have you learned?"

Zhang Muliu said with a wry smile: "The predecessors of Fang Cai used the seven styles, but they all remembered it, but when they deduced it in their hearts, they could only make three moves." ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't stop laughing, put You Fang away, and returned with a dark red sword in a green shirt and a dark red long sword, overlapping with the young man in white.

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe squinted at Zhang Muliu, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little, "Are you so insidious?"

The young man is silent, how can I answer?

He looked at the island and smiled. Little girl, it's time to be mountaineering now, right?

Yu Lianzhou returned the wine gourd and said lightly: "That little girl wants to be resurrected, it's not easy. ”

There was a southern-to-northern transfer who wanted to die, so he went down the mountain. There was a little girl in black who wanted to live, so she climbed the mountain.

The Taoist waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared, which was the demon Ling in the mountaineering.

......

As soon as the demon Ling stepped on that island, the previous lotus boat turned into a bracelet again, but the little girl's Yuan Ying cultivation was not left at all, just like a mortal little girl.

At this moment, she sighed and climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, and saw the waterfall in the distance, and she was depressed. The little girl said to herself, "Why doesn't the water flow up?" So I threw a log into it, and waded through the water with a whizz. Alas, what a bully!"

In fact, Demon Ling really didn't want to be resurrected, she thought to herself that she had been dead for so many years, except for nothing delicious, everything else was okay. If he really came back to life, wouldn't there be a lot of worries? It seems that the master of the meal has a lot of things in his heart day by day, and he doesn't tell anyone.

The little girl has lived for less than ten years and has been dead for more than three hundred years, but she has actually seen a lot of things. Especially after the bearded man who carried the burden drove himself away, he returned to the small hill from Jumping River City alone, and there were actually a lot of bad things along the way. But whenever the little girl saw or listened to those things, she would always keep saying to herself, "Not everyone will be like this." ”

There is one thing that Demon Ling has never mentioned to anyone, maybe Zhang Muliu knows, but Zhang Muliu didn't say it.

In fact, the little girl killed people, and killed them on the way back to her hometown. It was a woman who was killed, a woman with an empty human form, but no human heart.

When Zhang Muliu put the talisman on Demon Ling, he knew a lot of things, of course he knew about Demon Ling's murder, but Zhang Muliu didn't feel that it was wrong to kill.

Again, some people are not people.

I hadn't actually walked a few steps at this time, and I had just climbed a few feet up the stone steps. The little girl wrinkled her little face, tired of walking.

She sat by the stream with her lips pursed, looking at the moon reflected in the water and the little girl who looked like she was not bad, then she grinned, took a deep breath, inhaled for a long time, and let go of her breath when her little belly could not fit it.

Sure enough, I took a big breath and felt much more comfortable. Why is my Demon Ling Great Ghost King so angry? It's not because I'm spitting out my breath.

The little girl held a handful of stream water and put her face into it, and for a while the sound of gasping and cooling continued, "Oh my god! This water is too cold, and my big ghost king can't stand it." Forget it, I'll continue to climb the mountain. Alas, why are the mountains always so high?"

After walking a few more steps, the little girl looked back and forth. Where can the little girl without cultivation see so far? But she still feels that there is a sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle big brother waiting for her!

Demon Ling grinned and said, "The owner of the meal has spent so much effort and delayed going home, just to let me come back to life, I can't let him waste money and time!"

When I think of the chef, I seem to have inexhaustible strength. The little girl walked with a look of disapproval from her six relatives, flicked her sleeves and continued to climb up.

Before he had walked a few steps, there was a sudden swish, and then there was a bang, and the stone steps in front of him smashed a big hole, and there was a gray-haired old man with white clothes full of words, so the old man who was black and white, and whose hair was full of tiny branches, fell forward.

Demon Ling stepped forward a few steps, looked at it in a daze for a long time, and said in his heart that at such an age, he didn't look like a monk, so he wouldn't fall to death, right? The little girl asked softly:

"Who are you?

The old man got up suddenly, stood there and looked left and right, and looked around without looking down.

The little girl cried out with a dark face, "Oh, look here, good fellow!" I didn't break my arms and legs, and I broke my eyes. You're scared, you know?"

The old man looked down at him, his eyes were puzzled, and he asked, "Who are you?"

As soon as Demon Ling heard this, a smile immediately climbed up her cheeks, and she said excitedly: "I, Demon Ling, what about you? Who are you?

The old man said lightly: "The old man is from Qingteng Mountain, of course I have been to Juluzhou, but I prefer others to call me a person from the south and the north." ”

This is the self-proclaimed Taoist disciple, but he likes to draw a picture of the lotus boat and the view of the dead.

The little girl covered her mouth, no, she couldn't hold it back. After a long time, the little girl showed a flushed face and said suspiciously:

"How did you jump from such a high place? You see that the road has smashed a big hole, aren't you afraid that others will find you to lose money?"

The southern and northern tones ignored the little girl, turned around and began to climb the mountain, and said to himself: "Obviously, as soon as you get on this island, you will be temporarily stripped of your cultivation, why can't you still die?"

Demon Ling chased after her, no matter who this person was, it would never be too boring to have someone to climb the mountain with.

So she became a little girl trotting behind, asking questions and muttering non-stop, and an old man with a head full of branches striding in front of him, with a black face and unwilling to take care of the little girl.

This climb, before you know it, the sky is bright, and the two of them finally climbed halfway up the mountain. I held back all the way from the south to the north, but I still couldn't stand it without cultivation, and my old body was panting and breathing. Demon Ling is actually similar, so when he gets old, he is holding his knees with his hands, hunched over and panting, looking like a happy green.

The south and the north are a little helpless, what does this little girl want to do? Race with me, an old man?

"I said you ghost girl! you want to live and I want to die, we don't have anyone next to anyone, why are you following me?"

Demon Ling suddenly straightened her face, and continued to climb the mountain without saying a word, no longer paying attention to the southern and northern tones, and no longer talking.

This old man who once poured iron nails into his ears and did not die, killed his wife, and changed his tricks to "die", at this time, I don't understand what this little girl means?

So the two changed, and became a little girl climbing the mountain in front with a black face, and the old man followed behind in a sparse green shirt, muttering incessantly.

He asked, "What's the matter with you little girl? You get angry just because you say you're a ghost?" But I'm telling the truth!"

The demon Ling still ignored him, and the old man followed behind with a pant of breath and asked, "Why are you angry, can you say something? ”

The little girl finally spoke, and what she said was a little unreasonable.

"Why do you think you can squander your life? You want to die, do you know how many people don't want to die, but have to?"

Demon Ling's eyes were a little red, and she said in a low voice, "Do you know what it's like to watch your family die in front of you one by one, and then watch a bright knife slash at you?"

The south and the north tone are stagnant, and what people are most afraid of is that they hear something, and then think deeply, and after thinking deeply, they will have some empathy.

The old man shook his head vigorously and shouted: "But do you little girl know what I have experienced? The old man has great talents but has no use in his life, and he has fallen into the way he is now, strange in the world, strange in the way of heaven!"

Demon Ling turned her head to look at the old man, and for some reason, she didn't have any good feelings. The little girl said coldly:

"My brother once said that the good or bad way of the world is not in others. ”

After saying that, she continued to climb the mountain, and the little girl was very angry, angry with this sloppy old man, and angry with herself.

is angry with him because this old guy not only spares his life, but also likes to complain.

I was angry with myself because I didn't have to spare my life if I wanted to.

The little girl has always felt that talking about what she has seen, how much she has suffered, and how unsatisfactory her life is, these words are all excuses. Make excuses for not being able to get back to the past.

The owner's brother should not drink that time, and he will be drunk and unconscious after a few bowls. Sister Bai said that the amount of alcohol that the owner of the meal drank was actually very good, and it was scary. But the owner of the meal has too many things in his heart, too many unsatisfactory, and too many sorrows, so a few bowls are poured. At that time, lying on the edge of the bed, looking at the snoring of the rice owner, Demon Ling was actually very distressed. Therefore, she will learn to be the master of the meal, not to complain about the heavens and others, and she will not tell others the pain hidden in her heart. Wouldn't it be nice to hide my own business in my heart, why should I tell others to make others unhappy?

The little demon Ling climbed the mountain angrily, but the person from the south and the north sighed a long sigh, jumped down from the middle of the mountain, and smashed a big hole on the ground. After getting up, he ran wildly, and when he arrived at the beach, he instantly recovered his cultivation, and it was a period of distraction.

Zhang Muliu kept his face black in the sea of clouds. He didn't care how this sloppy old man complained, he cared that someone made the little girl unhappy and reminded the little girl of the last thing he wanted to think about.

When he saw the small pavilion hanging in the lotus sea, he shouted: "Lotus boat, old man!" borrow a few bowls of wine from the old man to drink. ”

Zhang Muliu was still above the sea of clouds, and Yu Lianzhou had already put away the light curtain.

The young man asked lightly, "Senior, can I beat him?"

Yu Lianzhou smiled slightly, suddenly restrained her smile, pretended to be serious and said lightly: "Start a little heavier, but don't give me face." ”

The old man with a head full of branches flew to the side of the pavilion, and when he didn't see Yu Lianzhou, he saw a white-clothed swordsman hovering in the air, looking at him with a dark face.

The southern and northern tones suddenly had some ominous premonitions, but after thinking about it, it killed me a hundred. So the old man, who was constantly looking for death, pouted and looked up and asked:

"Who are you?

Dressed in white, he instantly came to the old man, kicked the southern and northern tones into the air with one kick, and kicked many kicks in a row, the latter broke through the sea of clouds like a monkey, and the bile of the distracted monk spit out.

The old man was grabbed by a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe and carried it in his hand from behind, coughed a few times, and then glared at the young man in white angrily, shouting:

"Who are you? Tiger?"

Zhang Muliu pulled out of the You Fang, and the frightened old man hurriedly stood up and hid behind Yu Lianzhou.

I saw that the young man looked at the long sword in his hand, shook his head and inserted it back, and then said lightly:

"It's your business that you want to die, but you made my sister cry, shouldn't you be beaten?"

The southern and northern tones wanted to cry without tears, took a sharp breath, pushed away the Taoist Yu Lianzhou, stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his neck to stand in the clouds, and shouted to the young man in white:

"Cut back and forth, cut me to death, you're a grandson!"

There was no flash of sword light, but a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe kicked lightly from behind, and the old man with a full head of branches fell straight down.

Yu Lianzhou shook his head and said, "Noise." ”