These five young people, who rarely return to Xiaozhushan, did not rush to see each other after returning to their hometowns, but each cleaned their houses, met with their relatives who were still there, offered incense to their deceased relatives, and only hurriedly came after the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Because in the past, where Xue Xiaoliang went, Zhang Muliu was always the first, holding wine and tobacco, waiting for the rest of the people.

Glancing at each other, Qiao Lei said softly, "Grandparents are gone, right?"

The young man in white nodded and said let's go to the old place. A few people began to walk towards Xue Xiaoliang at the east end.

On the way, Qiao Yushan said: "Sacrifice my life to accompany you tonight, drink more and be less sad." ”

Qiao Changchang actually has the most eyes in the center of several people, and he was extremely unlikable when he was a child, but later he grew bigger and bigger, and this guy seemed to be twelve or thirteen years old, and he didn't grow anymore. Later, at some point, several people unanimously discovered that this oldest guy with a lot of eyes didn't seem to have any eyes on his own people.

In fact, who doesn't know that every time I was a child, I laughed at my calculations?

Qiao Changchang patted Zhang Muliu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhang Muliu's house in Xiaozhushan is empty, and Zhang Muliu's Xiaozhushan is still there." ”

Zhang Zhuokang leaned over and slapped Qiao Changchang away, stretched out his hand to hug Zhang Muliu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liu'er, I heard that you have a daughter-in-law and a daughter, come out so late, will you be beaten when you go back?" I haven't heard a lot about my nephew and daughter-in-law along the way!"

No one has heard that in the past half a year, the after-dinner conversation of the monks on the mountain is either the hot-tempered and unreasonable Zhang Chop, or he appeared out of thin air, and the sword Xifeng suppressed the Liqiushui of the Three Kingdoms. And both of them are among the top ten among the young monks of Shengshen Continent.

Everyone knows that Zhang Muliu is very sad, but he can't beat him up, right?

When passing by the small courtyard of Zhang Muliu's house, Li Qiushui walked out in a big red cotton jacket, and Fang Cong and Liu Gong stood in the courtyard and watched from afar.

Don't look at the hangings when a few people are together, it can be seen that they are serious immediately after leaving Qiushui.

Liqiushui hugged his fists and shouted the eldest brother and second brother, but when he looked at Zhang Zhuokang and Qiao Changchang, he didn't know how to call them.

The young man in white said with a smile: "The two of them were sent with soy sauce, so they don't pay attention to it." ”

Li Qiushui smiled slightly, reached out and took off the wine gourd on the young man's waist, and said softly: "The two of them want to follow, just wait under the Xue Xiaoliang." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, and Fang Cong and Liu Gongxing walked out in a hurry.

Five people climbed the mountain and Xue Xiaoliang, and two younger men with swords on their backs guarded the path like gods.

Liu Gong lit a cigarette hard, took a hard puff and said with a bitter face: "Senior sister, the master is very sad. ”

The girl untied the blue and white behind her back, bent down to pick up a ball of snow that was already a little hard, and nodded slightly.

She naturally knew that he was sad, but all she could do was accompany him. Fang Cong even blamed himself a little, why couldn't he make him happy by himself?

Liu Gong interrupted the girl's contemplation and said softly: "Senior sister, don't think too much, tomorrow will be fine." ”

Xue Xiaoliang is actually just a small mountain bag, when he was a child, it was a big mountain in Zhang Muliu's eyes, and several people would even take bamboo poles to divide into two teams, and take a group of younger ones to line up and fight. But now I found that this mountain bag that carries too many childhood memories seems to be extremely small.

The five young men all sat in a circle in the snow.

I'm still used to talking about things first and then drinking.

Qiao Lei was the first to speak, and said some things that he had inquired about in the south and north of Shengshenzhou in recent years, especially the Yan Kingdom, which had a lot to do with that snowy night back then.

"To the west of Zhongshan Kingdom, there is a drum mountain on the border of Yan Kingdom, and there are monks in the mountain who have robbed them, and the monks who went to Xiaozhu Mountain to rob while the fire was burning back then, they have a share. Jorey said in a deep voice.

Qiao Changchang then spoke: "In the past few years, there have been great demons born over there in Beihai, and it seems that it is because of the accident in Xiaozhushan that they have reappeared in the world one after another. Now what I can control in my hands is a hundred Yuan Infant Monsters, and there are countless remaining realms. ”

The young man in the Confucian shirt said in a deep voice: "The empress dowager of the Liang Kingdom may not be so simple, Xiao Liu'er brought back those four monks of the Dao Path, it is difficult to say whether it is a blessing or a curse." ”

The chubby young man scratched his head and sneered: "I have been locked up on a small island in the East China Sea by the old immortal, so I went to Fuyao City, and I almost lost my life, I didn't find anything." ”

The remaining four people shouted in unison, Zhang Zhuokang's eyes rolled, and he said bitterly, then I'll drink more bars later.

The young man in white moved slightly, and a small world with a radius enveloped everyone.

I saw Zhang Muliu spread out a map of Kanyu, and pointed to a few circles, and a vermilion circle was drawn between Drum Mountain and Beihai, as well as Jinling. The young man finally squinted his eyes and drew out Danzhou, and then went to the southeast of Shengshenzhou, a few strokes between Wu Yue, and then said in a deep voice: "Shengshenzhou alone, we know, there are so many mountains, especially Zhengbi Mountain, which should be the culprit and behind the murder of my Xiaozhu Mountain." After the great changes in the world, many ancient beasts reappeared, which was also caused by the fact that this mountain took away our family heirlooms. I suspect that they must have taken advantage of the first great change in the world and released a lot of ancient beasts. ”

Qiao Yushan frowned and said: "Not long ago, the mountain released the news, saying that you harbored their traitors in the mountain, and the monks of the mountain below the realm of refining the void can be beheaded when they see you." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded and said softly: "I was almost planted in their hands before, but fortunately, I refined the Sancha Gorge and moved to the secret realm to run." ”

Zhang Zhuokang scolded and scolded, "Ahh ”

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, Zhang Muliu told everyone what Zhan Buzhou and his party had learned, and specially told him not to go to the border city at will. He also explained Mu Qiushan's next plans, Chen Xinzuo's future plans, and his own killing.

Several people fell silent.

According to Zhang Muliu, the affairs of his hometown are complicated, and it is far more than a snowy night. Some people are planning for at least thousands of years to take advantage of the great changes in heaven and earth to pull out the plug of Xiaozhushan, so as to speed up the communication between the portals of the two realms and bring about an unprecedented catastrophe?

But what are they trying to do?

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said softly: "I can't tell you something, I want to buy time for you, and we can at least get the Tribulation Realm within a hundred years." And you can't have anything to do with Muqiushan. ”

What I want to say next, although it is in the small world of not confused, Zhang Muliu still transmits the sound with a few people, and after the four of them nodded, the young man waved his hand and withdrew without confusion, and conjured up a wine vat in the middle.

The four of them looked at Zhang Zhuokang together, and the chubby young man reached out with a bitter face and scooped a scoop of wine, and after drinking it, he found that the four guys had not turned their eyes away, so they had to pour two scoops in a row. When the wine went down, the four people were still stunned and looked at themselves, Zhang Zhuokang laughed angrily: "It's over, isn't it? Beware of Lao Tzu going crazy with alcohol." ”

The four young men glanced at each other, each scooped a scoop of wine, and looked at Zhang Zhuokang again.

The young man wants to scold people, what is the persuasion of drinking? Xiaozhushan's persuasion of drinking is unbearable for ordinary people!

A meal of wine was drunk late at night, and the empty wine vat was piled up with snow whistling beams, and no one was stunned to disperse the wine with aura.

Zhang Muliu seemed to have never been so drunk, constantly drinking, and constantly touching the wine scoop. Whether it was Qiao Lei or Qiao Yushan, they all knew that this guy couldn't drink anymore, but no one persuaded him.

If you want to drink, just drink it with your brother.

Playing the child Jorei is the most comprehensive in doing things, and he will try his best to do everything well, every time there is no one in the house, there is a place to drink, and before leaving, he has to drunk sweep the ground and wipe the table. And Qiao Yushan has the least words, but he always says and does it, as long as you do it, and call me again, I, Qiao Yushan, will give up my life to accompany the gentleman. Zhang Zhuokang is the youngest, but his mind and methods are extremely ruthless, which can be seen from fighting with people when he was a child. And Qiao Changchang, although he has the most eyes, is the most unassertive.

As for Zhang Muliu, those who know know know that he has the most thoughts and is the easiest to bring himself into a dead end.

Everything is much more for others than for yourself, and always ask yourself to be right, as if you are not reasonable, it is difficult to let go of things.

He knew it was bad.

When the sky was slightly bright, Qiao Lei got up alone and put away the wine jar, walked back and patted Zhang Muliu on the shoulder, and said drunkly: "Don't take care of everything alone, I told you a long time ago, I, Qiao Lei, am a businessman, nothing else, I have to die." ”

After saying that, he staggered down the mountain, and every few steps there was a thud, and it was time to fall.

Zhang Zhuokang and Qiao Changchang each said something, and slowly went home.

Qiao Yushan stayed until the end and said softly: "If your parents are not there, you must also swim in a good way." ”

In the end, only Zhang Muliu was left alone, sitting in the snow and shaking his head. Holding the game in his hand, he smirked: "You must have a way." ”

Fang Cong stood behind him with a wrinkled face, and whispered, "Let's go home, shall we?"

I couldn't drink it anymore, and I was full of alcohol, spread out like mud. Liu Gong and Fang Cong carried him back to the small courtyard, and then helped Zhang Muliu back to the house after leaving Qiushui.

The young man suddenly hugged a bear, hugged Liqiushui, and cried silently.

Li Qiushui patted him lightly on the back and said gently: "Where is there anything perfect, no matter what, don't you still have one of you?"

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

It was snowing heavily on the side of Muqiu Mountain, and the 30,000 craftsmen in Chengzhou only made a small construction site there to celebrate the New Year. Of course, the young squire was there. Fortunately, at the end of the season, I worked tirelessly to find him, and I wanted to accompany him, who was not yet married, to spend the New Year together.

Song Fengxin looked at the faintly visible mountains in the distance, and said to Ji Mo: "Mo'er, Engong is a good person. ”

The woman nodded, "Let's go to the mountain in a few days to pay New Year's greetings to Engong." ”

Compared with the New Year in Kotakeyama, Kiakiyama is the opposite.

Le Qing and Qing Ye each stood on one side, Jiang Mohang and Jiang Huang also held swords to protect the mountain, and everyone in Mu Qiushan waited for Bai Lu to cross the catastrophe.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth shook, and the clouds in a radius of thousands of miles slowly gathered towards Xiaozhu Mountain, and the thunder in the sky continued, and this mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles shone like day for the non-stop thunder.

It is not only the Shengshen Continent, but the land of several continents, but all those above the realm of refining the void, and they all use the means to look at the Shengshen Continent.

In the land of Shengshen Continent, there are countless people climbing the sea of clouds and looking at the mountain that has just been completed.

The unicorn is born!

A white unicorn slowly rose into the air, its four hooves staggered into the air, looking at the clouds above its head, its eyes were cold.

Jiang Mohang shouted out at an inopportune time: "Sister Bai, we have to take it easy, if the mountain for the junior brother is broken, how can we explain?"

Bai Luli ignored Jiang Mohang, she felt that this Zhan Buzhou sword was a little contemptuous.

Even if I need to break through the realm step by step now, but a refining void thunder tribulation can destroy a single grass in Mu Qiushan, and my white unicorn will dye the fur red.

Jiang Mohang smiled, retracted his head and turned to face the north, and said in his heart that Sister Bai is not easy to mess with, when she arrives at refining, the old green brother will not have to walk on her stomach?

The two people and two beasts hovering in mid-air were in the four directions of southeast, south, northwest, and northwest, and the Muqiu Mountain Mountain Protection Array was opened, and the brilliant light and the thunder in mid-air rushed to light up the night sky.

The white unicorn staggered its four hooves and slowly paced towards the sky, smiling contemptuously at the cloud that was constantly accumulating and was already quite large-scale.

"Thor has seen it all, is the cloud robbery a fart?"

Others don't know what the Thunder Tribulation is, can she Bai Qilin not know?

The thunder in the world is all from the ancient god born from chaos, the ancient gods of later generations declined, and the ancient heavenly court, which is jointly ruled by immortals and the descendants of ancient gods, instilled the power of ancient gods into the immortals of later generations, so that the immortal officials of later generations have part of the power of thunder gods.

And now, the thirty-six heavens are only three suspended in the sky, and the current thunder tribulation is just a remnant of the power of the thunder god.

Even if the white unicorn stands and lets them split, how can they endure me?

I saw that the huge cloud in the sky finally took shape, turning into a halberd-wielding man, and the halberd pointed directly at the white unicorn, which was inexhaustible.

The white qilin suddenly raised his body, hovered thirty zhang away from the halberd-wielding god general, and said to himself: "Do you want me to break you up, or do you run by yourself?"

The halberd-wielding god general glared angrily, and a pair of eyes drilled out two electric tongues out of thin air towards the white qilin, and the latter shook his head slightly and shattered the thunder, and then looked up coldly.

Below the tribulation, the thunder tribulation is tickling.

The halberd god will move, waving the halberd in his hand, and there is a strong wind howling in the thunder rolling, and a circle of strange patterns appear behind it out of thin air, and when the god will swing the halberd, he suddenly shoots out several thunder spears, heading straight for the white unicorn.

The latter simply lay in the air, drooping his eyes and letting the thunder spear stab him, it was very terrifying to look at, but in fact, for the white unicorn, it seemed to give people a numb bone, crispy.

The corners of the four guards on the side twitched, and they said in their hearts that they didn't give people face, right?

The most helpless thing is the young man who incarnates Qinglu.

Thinking about how I was in that place, I almost became charcoal. Let's take a look at Sister Bai, who is also refining the Void Thunder Tribulation, and they are all Qilin, why is it a little different?

Fuck! people are more popular than death. Ahh

The halberd god will lose because he doesn't have seven emotions and six desires, otherwise he will be angry when he sees the white unicorn so faceless.

Just like this for two hours in a row, seeing that it was about to dawn, Bai Qilin stood up, as if he had slept beautifully, stretching his waist at this time, and his bones were crisp.

The two men and the two beasts guarding this place were extremely bored, and it was the first time they had seen such an easy tribulation.

I saw the white unicorn lazily looking at the halberd-wielding god general, suddenly raised his head and roared wildly, snatching out two true intentions of one yellow and one gold from his body, and instantly arrived at the place where the calamity clouds gathered. Those two wisps have become substantial, and they are only a little bit close to becoming the true meaning of the Dao, just like a newborn baby thirsting for its mother's milk, each absorbing the thunder in the clouds of calamity. In less than half an hour, the clouds disappeared, and the sky returned to its dark clouds, and the snow drifted again.

The two true intentions of gold and earth have become enlightened, and the white unicorn has re-entered the refining void.

There are countless monks who watched the Qilin Tribulation of Muqiu Mountain by various means tonight, but only the monks of Shengshenzhou can see it clearly.

The famous mountain at the junction of Wu Yue is huge, known as the same longevity as Shengshenzhou, and there will be no New Year's atmosphere tonight.

In fact, a monk in the mountains sometimes sits for several years, and who cares about the New Year in the world?

There is a lot of water in the mountains, there are many rivers, the water potential is quite peculiar, the waterholes in many places are bottomless, the peaks of the higher ones, the strange rocks are craggy, the grass and trees do not grow, it is a stone mountain that is really built.

The main peak is called Liuniu Peak, this mountain with the same longevity as Shengshen Continent, there is no ancestral hall, only a meeting hall.

The New Year of ordinary people is to change new clothes, keep the New Year, and light firecrackers, which is very lively. But the liveliness of this mountain is a bit unusual.

In the council hall on Liuniu Peak, only two words were written on the plaque at the door, "Qianjun." "Inside is also lively, and the scolding runs through Chinese New Year's Eve.

The three cultivators who were in Qiupu before were among them, and these three people were still slightly famous. The secret story on the mountain thousands of years ago was mentioned in a small way.

One person is called Han Zheng, and he is also a hard-working person. Growing up on an island in the east, I saw those monks who went to the border city to drive clouds or sword to death.

Later, somehow, he became a monk, and somehow, he actually climbed the spectrum of the mountain.

The one who quarreled the most was Han Zhen and the person opposite.

Han Zhen is in the first place on the left, and when he looks at this time, he can see that it should be the left protector of this mountain. And the Lu Wu on the opposite side is the right protector of the mountain, which is the realm of refining the void.

The woman who held her cheek with one hand on the throne was the fourth sect master of the mountain, Li Youer, a monk of the robbery.

The handle that Lu Wu grabbed was nothing more than a Han Shame and a group of three refining voids, and a number of mergers, not only did they not catch Zhang Muliu, but they also folded four merger monks, and even the white-headed monster bird and the nine-headed lion were lost.

And Han Zhen was full of anger and kept scolding.

"Lu Laogou, you fucking just stand and talk without backache. The cow nose went to Qiupu with the old bald donkey, and there is a white deer cave master, how do you let Lao Tzu bring them back. Didn't I tell you that the three of them said that the monks above the path of Hedao should not be able to touch Zhang Muliu for ten years, what can I do?

It's okay not to mention it, but as soon as he said it, Han was ashamed.

The big real person of the dog day, he will fight when he says he will fight, and his fists will be smashed in his face, Lao Tzu's anger has not disappeared, you Lu Lao Dog Gonghuo is here?

That Lu Wu is also an unforgiving person, and Han is ashamed to scold your father? Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold back, the young woman in the high seat coughed lightly.

Li You'er, it is said that he was picked up by the second sect master from the north, but he is only ninety years old, but he is already a great monk in the realm of tribulation, and his appearance is still at the age of twenty-nine.

The young and beautiful sect master said lazily, "The two Dharma Protectors should stop for a while, why should a small Mu Qiu Mountain and a small Zhu Mountain that have already fallen and can no longer be down, why should they take it so seriously? Ten years is only, even if there is a Qilin whose combat strength is worth half of the tribulation, what use can it be? If he Zhang Muliu can join forces within ten years, I will already look down on him." ”

The woman smiled evilly and snorted coldly: "What is the young leader of the Shengshen Continent, even if it is the first person of the young generation in this world, what is it?"

No matter who it seems, these words are very arrogant, but when they come out of this woman's mouth, they can only be regarded as commonplace.

This female sect master, cultivated at the age of eight, built the foundation at the age of nine, was a Jindan monk at the age of eleven, was a Yuan infant at the age of fourteen, and was already in the realm of distraction at the age of seventeen. Twenty years later, he will be a cultivator. After another twenty years, when Li Youer took over as the sect master, he was only forty-five years old. At the age of seventy, he survived the catastrophe of the demons and was already the most top-notch monk in the world.

Therefore, for her, there is no need to look sideways at all about the leader of the young generation of bullshit.

Now that the sect master has spoken, Han Shu and Lu Wu have nothing to say.

Indeed, after only ten years, what kind of waves can Zhang Muliu turn over? Even if the monks can't go out of the mountain at will, will you Zhang Muliu hide in Muqiu Mountain for the rest of your life, hiding on the edge of the unicorn?

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

On the third day of the first lunar month, three young people in Xiaozhushan each walked towards a well.

After returning from a trip, Zhang Muliu actually didn't have much obsession with the Surabaya well. Since they are all foreign objects, why not be confused if you already have a travel party, and it is useless to ask for more.

Zhang had to follow early, so Zhang Muliu took him with him and went to the Surabaya well together.

When I went out, I took a broom tied with bamboo and swept the snow all the way from the slope to the square well. The young man in white turned his head to look at the bamboo thatched hut not far away, and said with a smile: "Early, your father practiced swords in that bamboo forest when he was a child, and he cried a lot. ”

The little girl kept hanging on Zhang Muliu's body, and at this time she let out a mouthful of white mist, and said strangely: "Daddy will still cry his nose?"

Zhang Muliu put his cold fingers into the collar of the little girl, and the latter immediately gasped, his face was full of grievances, but he was stunned.

Because my mother said that we can't talk loudly at the well.

Zhang Muliu put down the little girl, looked at a young man in a Confucian shirt in Dachangjing, and looked at the sturdy young man in Dakoujing from afar. For no reason, I remembered that in the old days, there was a sloppy man who taught swords, drinking slightly drunk, leaning against the bamboo and singing tunes.

Zhang Zao retreated very obediently, and the white-clothed young man with a hosta on his head clasped his fist at the well in front of him.

The three young men on the side of the three wells, although they were not in the same place, sang in unison:

"One day, I will use force to drive away the barbarians and quiet captives, so as to fix the border soil with the Qing Dynasty. ”