I slept very heavily last night, and when I woke up, it was already dawn. Li Qiushui sat on the edge of the bed, saw Zhang Muliu finally opened his eyes, rubbed the young man's brows, and said helplessly, how do you learn to snore?

Zhang Muliu shook his head with a smile, got up to freshen up, and then sat at the head of the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Qiushui said softly: "Stay here earlier, and when I take the three little girls before the New Year, let's meet in Chang'an?"

The young man nodded, and said with a smile: "Alas! We have just met and are about to be separated again, and our lives are miserable!"

The woman rolled her eyes and sneered, "You know if you have bad intentions, don't you? If I don't touch you all the time, you Zhang Muliu will go to those fireworks alleys?"

Zhang Muliu closed his lips tightly and shook his head.

Although we are not scholars, we are also decent men and gentlemen.

Li Qiushui smiled, inserted the hosta into the top of the young man's head, tapped his forehead with his lips, and said softly: "It's hard for Fang Onion to make those shoes, you should wear them, so as not to make the little girl sad." ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled: "I think you, including herself, are mistaken. Where do you like me? You can't hit it with eight poles. Fang Cong just hasn't treated people like this, so if that person is someone else, she will have the same illusion. ”

The woman got up and walked out, waved her hand, and said, "Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want, just don't make the little girl feel too uncomfortable." And let's sneak around at the end, don't let them know sooner. ”

The woman stood at the door and smiled softly, a cold light shot out from her eyebrows, and Edgeworth went straight to Baiyue.

Zhang Muliu shook his head, said a few words to the two Qilin Chuanyin, and called Fang Cong out again.

Before the three little girls got up, He Qingying said to her brother angrily that she would have to bring a gift next time.

Before leaving, the young man in white said to his mother, "Next time, I will definitely inquire about my mother's birthday." ”

For nearly 20 years, He Zitang has been celebrating his birthday on the third day of September, but in fact, it was Zhang Muliu's birthday.

Zhang Muliu took the Demon Ling Imperial Sword to Kuanglu, put a pillar of incense on the tomb, and then went to the southeast.

The girl didn't see Zhang Muliu wearing the cloth shoes she made, and she was sullen all day, until she passed by Peng Ze and saw the stone statue sitting on the water of Daze and using a black gun as a fishing rod, that she was diverted a little attention.

At that time, Fang Cong asked, "Does every Daze have a stone statue like this, in order to calm the flood?"

Zhang Muliu replied: "Just like going to the border city to kill demons, these predecessors are all dying for the people of the world. ”

Although Fang Cong only stayed in the lakeside house for one day, she liked Mo Miaomiao's little girl very much. Because she heard that Mo Miaomiao's grandfather and father each turned into huge stone statues to guard the two Daze. And his parents also turned into heroic spirits, guarding the ice fields in the north.

When he arrived in the territory of Yue Kingdom, Zhang Muliu changed his dress slightly, and ordinary monks couldn't see that he was from a good background. After all, in the Yue Kingdom, he Zhang Muliu can be regarded as a celebrity.

As a punishment for acting excessively in the past few days, Fang Onion's realm was suppressed at the peak of qi refining, and he still had to carry You Fang on his back.

So on the back of the girl in green, there is a silver unsheathed swimming party, and there is also a handful of innocence sent by the autumn water.

Fang Cong hated him very much now, he could obviously control the sky and the sword, but Zhang Muliu wanted to walk, and he also called it a beautiful name to walk the rivers and lakes. It's not because he said something he shouldn't have said, the black-hearted swordsman put on small shoes for himself.

There are many heroes in the world, there is no clear division of the realm, and they generally call themselves "teachers", boxers, martial artists, swordsmen, and the like. I've never heard of anyone calling themselves sword masters or hammer masters, so it's still not very good.

Zhang Muliu was planning to go to the Dragon Mansion first, visit the Dragon Temple, and make some plans for Qing Ye. Then go north to Qiupu, take a look at Zhong Shouju, who was coaxed by himself, and go to Lingyang Mountain to visit the archmage by the way. Then go straight to Jinling and talk to the little emperor about Xiaoyao Mountain. After that, go north to Zhuolu, follow the river to Tonggu Pass, and then go a little south, go to Lei Ze to put down the little gourd. I also have to go to Luoyang, return to Chang'an by the way, and have something to say to Yu Mengmeng.

In the end, Zhang Muliu had to go to Xingze to see if he could ask the senior about the four wells.

Going to Tongguguan is what Liu Xiaobei said before. She said it was her ancestral land, but Zhang Muliu didn't believe it. The female sword fairy also said that she was not allowed to go to Fenglingdu if she was killed.

In this way, two months is not quite enough.

So in the mountains and rivers of this Yue country, there was a young man in white, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and one person was in front. A girl in a dark green dress followed behind with two swords on her back.

Fang Cong was most angry that the guy didn't wear the cloth shoes he made.

She is a native of Luzhou, and she doesn't know the place of Shengshenzhou, so she only heard the black-hearted swordsman say that she wants to go to the Dragon Mansion and the Dragon Temple. Now there are still 500 miles to go.

Five hundred miles! Is this going to break Miss Ben's leg?

Zhang Muliu, who was in front of him, suddenly turned his head and said with a smile: "Fang Cong, the person looking for you is here." ”

The three old men appeared out of thin air, and it seemed that they had taken the broken arm back.

Among them, the old man surnamed Chen smiled bitterly and clenched his fists, and asked, "Zhang Jianxian, I have prepared the money, can the young master go with us?"

Zhang Mu turned his head and looked at the girl, meaning you should ask her.

Fang Cong hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, showed a beautiful smile, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Chen, there are two more Grandpa Dao." Thank you for being tolerant all these years, I actually know that you all hate me. Now I won't go back, I'm going to follow him, and when I'm good enough, I'll be on my own and kneel in front of my grandfather and kowtow. ”

The three old men were shocked, their young master would never talk like this. Isn't this surnamed Zhang still a spell master?

The old man surnamed Chen looked at Zhang Muliu as if begging, the latter shook his head helplessly, and said lightly: "She wants to make herself better, so your Fang family will give her a chance." In the future, I will personally send her back to Juluzhou as a guest at Fang's house. ”

The three old men glanced at each other, and the old man surnamed Chen said helplessly: "Since the young master is unwilling to go back, we will not force it." ”

As he spoke, he threw Zhang Muliu a strange stone, which was pitch black and had countless fine holes.

"This stone was picked up by me from the shop in Fuyao City, and we don't know what the strange effect is, but it is by no means a vulgar thing. As the young master's compensation for Mr. Long and Miss Demon Ling, I hope that Zhang Jianxian will not treat our young master badly. ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand to take it, turned his head and continued to move forward, just said lightly: "Don't follow us, I don't like to have tails." ”

The girl hurriedly followed and left, and did not forget to tell a few times, don't follow, don't follow.

Leaving the three old men smiling bitterly, where had they ever seen Fang Onion like this?

After walking for another day, the girl felt that her legs were not her own. There is only one Qi refining cultivator, where can he resist the journey of two hundred miles a day!

The two of them walked to a river temple where the incense was withering, and it rained again.

The small ancestral temple, the size of the courtyard of ordinary people's homes, is also a room, with a statue of a mud fetus god, and it looks like a female river god.

There are two kinds of gods in the world, both of which are orthodox, but they are not quite the same.

For example, the gods of mountains and rivers are the gods of the mountains, some of them are sealed by the imperial court, and they are orthodox if they have the fortune of the country. In others, local residents spontaneously shape statues of gods in order to mourn someone, and revered as a deity because of their previous merits.

There is a divine word, which is very different from the gods of the ancient heavenly court.

Zhang Muliu took Fang Scallion into the temple and came out at a glance, fortunately it is a river god, and the temple has not been abandoned, it is still a little rude to shelter from the rain in the temple, just squat under the eaves.

The girl pouted and said, "Zhang Muliu, I'm hungry." ”

Zhang Muliu ignored her, and after half an hour, the rain was a little lighter, and the girl ran out angrily with her head covered, and after a while, she brought back a large pile of firewood, and said with a sad face: "I have tried my best to pick it up, but it is so heavy that it is all wet." ”

The young man picked up a twig, broke it gently, and laughed.

"I really didn't see it, you still know how to pick up this kind of dry wood, I thought you were going to pluck down the tree. ”

Fang Scallion muttered, Don't look down on me.

After the fire was raised, Zhang Muliu took out two fish from his sleeve, roasted them in a short time, and handed them all to Fang Onion.

Unexpectedly, the girl took out an oiled paper bag from her arms, and a piece of vegetarian fire was placed in it.

Zhang Muliu smiled angrily: "If you have something to eat, you still want to bother me?"

The girl blinked, turned her head to look at the rain, stuffed a large mouthful of grilled fish, and said vaguely: "Aren't some people not fond of meat? ”

The young man shook his head, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the rain, and a very luxurious carriage came at a gallop, with two riders guarding the carriage in front and behind.

A middle-aged man got out of the carriage, and there were two girls about the same age as Fang Cong. Four guards tied their horses to the side, two in their cloaks in the distance, and two others followed the middle-aged man.

The guard was about to drive Zhang Muliu and the others away, but he was glared at by the middle-aged man before he gave up.

Originally, a few people intended to enter the temple to rest, but the middle-aged man saw a fire under the eaves of Zhang Muliu, so he dispelled the idea of going in. also learned Zhang Muliu to make a fire under the eaves on the other side, but the two girls were a little reluctant. Because the eaves were dripping with water, the beautiful embroidered clothes painted the mud full of flowers.

One of the girls over there saw that Fang Onion was dressed in cloth, and it was very indecent to gnaw on the grilled fish, and she did not hide her disgust at all.

Fang Cong naturally noticed the girl's eyes, and simply sat cross-legged, got down, leaned his back on Zhang Muliu's legs, and kept smacking towards the group.

Zhang Muliu's forehead was covered with black lines, and he shook his right leg, but Fang Leng was unconscious. So the young man reached out and grabbed her by the collar at the back of her neck, and forced her to lean against the wall.

Fang Shallot was angry, but he had to use his strength on the gums.

For Zhang Muliu, it is normal to casually lift a hundred or ten catties, but how much strength does a secular martial artist have?

The middle-aged man hugged his fists from afar and said with a smile: "In Xia Menglusi, this young man is a practitioner at a glance!"

Fang Cong hurriedly interjected: "No, my father-in-law is a first-class swordsman in the world, and his swordsmanship is superb, and he didn't meet the sword immortal, otherwise the sword immortal would be deflated." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and stretched out his hand to hold down Fang Onion's head, and said apologetically to the man who called himself Meng Lusi: "Junior Zhang Beigu, I have studied swords for a few years. This girl is my niece, she fell into the river when she was a child and broke her brain, so I took her to Xianglong Mansion to seek medical treatment this time. ”

Fang Cong's eyes were resentful, and he muttered: "Who is your niece, you have such a young lady, you can steal the fun!"

It's just that when I think about it again, Qiushui is really too good-looking, and if I grow a few years by myself, most of them can't be compared.

Alas, a little sorrow is greater than the sky.

The two girls in embroidered skirts over there made sarcastic remarks, but they glared at Monrous, and then they didn't say anything.

When Meng Lusi heard Zhang Beigu's three words, he immediately dispelled most of his doubts. Most people in the rivers and lakes use pseudonyms, but most of them are not easy to change their names, especially those who use swords, all of them are dead-headed.

Zhang Beigu, where is there such a person in the rivers and lakes of a country? It is estimated that he is a fledgling young man, or that kind of big school, and he has found a girl to be a sword attendant.

Pure swordsman, who wants a swordsman?

Meng Lusi smiled and said: "It turned out to be Zhang Shaoxia, who was going to Xianglong Mansion to seek a doctor?

Zhang Muliu sighed and said: "There is no way, I can only take her around, it is naturally better to meet a good doctor, if you can't meet her, you should take her to travel the world, maybe open your heart, and the illness will be cured." ”

The middle-aged man said that this young man could really make it up, but he wouldn't tell it. It's just a meeting in Pingshui, why don't people come to Taiwan?

After chatting casually for a few more words, Zhang Muliu took off the wine gourd and began to drink, Fang Scallion fell next to Zhang Muliu, and fell asleep cross-legged.

It's really too hard, only Qi refining and cultivating, to be honest, it's not as good as a great master of the rivers and lakes.

Looking at Monrous's posture, it seemed that he was on the run, and it was estimated that he would continue to leave after the rain stopped.

But Zhang Muliu was not in a hurry, waiting for the dead girl to wake up, and hurried away at dawn.

Originally, the two groups of people would not have any intersection, but the two girls walked up to Zhang Muliu, and one of them asked with a smile, "Does Zhang Gongzi have a wife?"

Zhang Muliu frowned, it turned out to be two little mountain spirits, but they were a good trick, if they didn't deliberately look at it, they didn't find it.

"There is already a wife room at home, why do the two girls ask like this?"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man and squinted and smiled, "The junior has a master immortal treasure on his body, and the two butterfly fairies can still recognize it." ”

Meng Lusi smiled bitterly, called back to the two girls, and said helplessly: "You two! Don't think about leaving others behind." If we can escape, we will escape, if we can't escape, we will accept our fate. ”

Zhang Muliu squinted and said, "Could it be that I almost got into some calculations?"

The middle-aged man stood up, hugged his fist respectfully, and said apologetically: "My group is actually fleeing for their lives, and there are a few immortals in Xianglong Mansion who have to catch Su Die and Cai Die, they are raised by me, and I have no choice but to escape." ”

The young man looked at the four people in the robes, smiled and shook his head. Too lazy to read minds, and even lazy to know the ins and outs.

Those two girls are actually butterflies, their realm is not high, they are just building a foundation, and they don't know how to transform into shapes. When he spoke, he sprinkled the dust on his body, if Zhang Muliu was really just an ordinary person, when the chasing soldiers arrived, he would suffer an unwarranted disaster.

If he was like Shen Changcheng, he would rather be drugged than prevent Zhang Muliu from being implicated, and Zhang Muliu would definitely take action. But these two elves were indeed disappointing.

Zhang Muliu closed his eyes and ignored the other side. After a while, the rain stopped, and Meng Lusi and his party continued north, presumably fleeing to Liang.

As the sky was bright, Fang Onion opened his eyes in a daze, and found that his head was resting on the thigh of the black-hearted swordsman, and then he quietly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Zhang Muliu sighed and said: "There must be a number to take advantage of, if you do this again, I will send you back to Juluzhou." ”

The girl looked up and saw that the young man had a serious expression, so she could only nod aggrievedly.

In fact, Fang Cong thought to himself at this time, "Don't think I don't know, you and that Liqiushui haven't married yet, what's wrong with me liking you Zhang Muliu?

Zhang Muliu said coldly: "I don't want to spy on what you say in your heart, but I have to tell you that I have borne several women in my life, and I will not bear Qiushui again in this life." The so-called liking in your heart is nothing more than having someone you can rely on, and I hope you can think it through. ”

The girl secretly wiped a handful of mist and snorted: "Don't think I don't know, you were only twenty years old after your birthday a few days ago, how much older can you be than me? ”

The young man looked indifferent, turned his head to look at the girl, and said in a deep voice: "I took you with me, just to bring you to the same name as your parents, not what I want to do with you." If you are still like this, I will definitely send you back to Juluzhou. ”

Fang Cong raised his head sharply and said aggrievedly: "It's the first time for me to like someone like this, and I can't control myself." ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and pressed the girl's head, changed his smiling face, and smiled helplessly: "I know, it's just that you like it in your heart, what if it's not that kind of like? You will definitely meet a man who likes you very much in the future, and when you look back, you will find that your liking for me is more like respect for your elders." ”

The girl looked sad and nodded slightly.

After cleaning up, before he set off, a Jindan monk chased after him, appeared at the door of the water temple out of thin air, and looked at Zhang Muliu and the others, looking high.

The young Jin Dan asked, "Have you ever seen a team of people, and there are two young girls among them?" ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head, didn't pay much attention to him, and was about to walk forward.

But the young Jin Dan stared at the long sword behind Fang Onion's back, and suddenly grinned: "The sword is good-looking, and the person is also good-looking." Little girl, why don't you follow your brother and enjoy the blessings?"

Zhang Mu turned his head and glared, but the young Jin Dan instantly walked in front of Fang Onion, and was about to touch the girl's face.

The young man said lightly: "Draw your sword." ”

The girl took a step back and pulled out the innocence behind her.

The young Jin Dan was surprised: "It turned out to be a Qi refining cultivator, why don't you worship me as a teacher? Let's have a relationship with heaven and man, and I guarantee that you will immediately enter the foundation building and step into the road of immortality." ”

Fortunately, she has been a witch in the world for more than ten years, Fang Cong's eyes were cold, and she swept past with a sword.

The young Jin Dan showed greed on his face, instantly walked behind Fang Onion, and reached out to untie the girl's belt.

It's just that a slender hand clasped his head, and under the agitation of the sword intent, this Jindan monk was instantly destroyed.

The murder was nothing to Fang Cong, she just inserted her innocence back into the scabbard and asked with a grin, "Can you teach me swordsmanship without apprenticeship?"

Zhang Muliu nodded and said softly, "It's being taught." ”

Killing a golden pill casually seems to be a bit reckless. If there are a few people who love to speak fairly, they must say, "He was just greedy, but what did he do?"

Is it too late for him to do something?

Yu Qian also had this question at the beginning, and Zhang Muliu's answer was the same.

He hoped that Fang Cong could think of herself from this, this was teaching the sword.

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

The dragon temple in Xianglong Mansion should worship Yinglong, that is, Huanglong.

In fact, the spirit of Middle-earth is different from the spirit beasts of the four directions, but it dominates the spirit beasts of the four directions. When the last Terran Emperor ruled the water, he had Ying Long's help, and later generations called him the Yellow Dragon King.

After the disappearance of Middle-earth Kyushu, Huang Long died. So much so that the beasts of Middle-earth have been hanging in the air for tens of thousands of years.

The idol enshrined in this dragon temple is a huge yellow dragon with two wings on its back, majestic and majestic.

And this dragon god is the grandfather of the Qilin clan.

The water temple in Skinny Island still has a trace of divine thought, and this dragon temple should be about the same.

Fang Cong didn't enter the temple with him, Zhang Muliu walked to the main hall alone, and when he saw the dragon god statue lying on top, he remembered the black dragon with Heiru's predecessors for no reason.

There is only one black dragon recorded in the world, that is, the dragon of calamity written in the book, which is the ancestor of the dragon king of the North Sea, who often caused floods for no reason, and was killed by the person who mended the sky in Jizhou.

And the black dragon seems to be the same as the black one, and it is not a living thing anymore. And I also recognize gentian.

Could it be that in a dream for 3,000 years, is it really in Middle-earth?

Shaking his head, Zhang Muliu bowed his hand and said in his heart: "Senior Zhang Muliu, I have seen the dragon god. ”

For just a moment, Zhang Muliu seemed to have passed a few years, and his sweat soaked through his white clothes, which caused the surrounding believers to look sideways.

Zhang Muliu took a deep breath, stabilized his mind and saluted again, and said in a deep voice: "Xie Longshen." ”

Ignoring the sweat on his body, the young man walked out of the Dragon Temple quickly, and took a deep breath, which eased up a bit.

Fang Cong saw the white-clothed young man in front of him clinging to his body, and said worriedly, "What's the matter, are you injured?"

The young man smiled slightly, steamed his white clothes, and reached out to hold the girl's head, looking very happy.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Mother, I'm scared to death!"

The girl rolled her eyes, pushed Zhang Muliu away, and muttered, "Don't press my head, I'll ask you to pay if you don't grow tall!"

Fang was in the Dragon God Temple, although he didn't tear off the Yuan Ying like in the Water God Temple, but he suddenly fell into a nightmare, as if he had held his head down to watch several battles ten thousand years ago.

The scene of the great battle poured into my mind, where is there any brilliant magic? It is that here a sword smashes a piece of heaven, and there a tail smashes a continent.

There were several people with swords, and the two women who couldn't see their faces clearly were the most lethal, and Zhang Muliu guessed that one of them was the water god.

The picture that this dragon god let himself see, Zhang Muliu guessed that it was not at the same time and place.

Because one is in heaven, and the other is on earth.

Fang Cong shouted angrily, "What are you doing in a daze?

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "It turns out that it is both a dream and not a dream. ”