As soon as I saw this Nan Jinchuan, I immediately thought of Hu Sprinkle, if that little girl knew that she went to Jinling at that time but didn't go to see her, she would be angry. And this former senior brother of Jiuzhang Mountain, he couldn't even say scolding words at this time, so he had to put on a smile.

Fang Cong sneered: "Yes, it seems that I have met an acquaintance again, and I have beaten Zhang Mutou." ”

Zhang Muliu looked like an old man reunited, and walked over to Nanjinchuan with a smile, and the bearded man on the side retreated straight back for some reason, as if his legs and feet couldn't help himself.

Nan Jinchuan smiled bitterly and said, "Did Lord Jianhou come here to deal with me on purpose, or was it just a coincidence?"

The young man smiled slightly, turned his head and asked Fang Cong to go to the shop to make clothes by himself, and then said to Nan Jinchuan: "Guess." ”

Nan Jinchuan stubbornly said: "My master killed you, I left Jiuzhang Mountain, although I haven't done anything good since then, but I haven't harmed anyone, how about leaving us alive?"

The young man took off the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Look!"

The young man who likes the four big words of "Virtue and Virtue" wants to scold people in his heart, the most shameless words in the world is to look at it, in the end, you just say it, what does it mean?

The young man in white with a hosta on his head suddenly said something that made people scratch his head, "I'm a swordsman." ”

Nan Jinchuan nodded, others didn't know who Zhang Chop Chop was, of course he knew. When he fled from Jiuzhang Mountain, he heard that there was a young man surnamed Zhang who was a marquis in the Song Kingdom, although he didn't know that Zhang Beigu was Zhang Muliu, but as soon as he heard that the sword was carrying a cyan donkey, he didn't run away.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "You seem to have seen Qing Ye show his true body, right?"

Both of them were shocked, is this to kill their mouths?

It's just that the young swordsman didn't continue, but looked at the man with the back knife and said with a smile: "I know a swordsman, an ordinary martial artist, but he is much stronger than you." ”

The bearded swordsman nodded.

Well, you have great ability, whatever you say, as long as you don't stab me to death with a sword, and ask me to worship that person as a teacher.

Fang Cong frowned and walked out, and said angrily: "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, a piece of clothing costs a mud money, it's so expensive." ”

Zhang Muliu secretly laughed, this girl will be too expensive to buy things? It's not that she wants to make her own money. Throwing away a mud coin, the girl walked back to the shop happily.

I wanted to talk to the old people and persuade them to go back to Jiuzhang Mountain, but suddenly a bunch of uninvited guests came. Zhang Muliu shook his head with a smile, and said in his heart that he was in trouble and was running away?

In this ghoul city, there is never a taboo to fight to the death, and the more you die, the greater the benefit to this ghoul city.

The black-clothed men who chased after each other were carrying spears divided into two parts, and at first glance they were killing people, and at this time they were running for the lives of Nan Jinchuan and the man with the knife on their backs, and of course Zhang Muliu was also affected.

The young man was a little puzzled, turned his head and asked, "Did you smash someone's pot?"

Nan Jinchuan was a little embarrassed, but he still smiled bitterly and said: "The first good thing I did in my life ended up stabbing Da Louzi." ”

More than ten black-clothed people are just Jin Dan, but Nanjin Gangerchuan is a foundation building monk. Zhang Muliuli ignored the guys, but was quite interested in the first good thing that Nan Jinchuan did in his life.

The man with the knife on his back is also a foundation, and when he saw the man in black coming, he had the courage to go to Zhang Muliu's side. He thought to himself, what is it to die at the hands of a famous person, to kill a group of people who are more bad than himself?

Fang Shallot walked out of the Luhuaer shop and pouted, as if he had suffered a great loss.

Zhang Muliu said helplessly: "What's wrong again?"

The girl shook her sleeves, meaning, wearing it.

The young man in white crossed his eyes and saw a dress made of big flowers, and he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that Fang Shallot was about to get angry, Zhang Muliu hurriedly pointed to the more than ten Jindan monks, and said softly: "You Fang swept the formation, you pick one person to fight." ”

The black-clothed men were dried as if they were drying fish, and even if they were muddy, they were angry, and they had no intention of keeping the life of this young man in white.

A man in black walked out with a frown, and said coldly, "Are you going to catch me back to Lihu Lake or die here?"

Fang Cong had already taken off the blue and white on his back, and grinned at the man, "If you don't die, you have to fight with me first, otherwise I won't practice my sword for more than ten days." ”

The man in black sneered: "Zhuji, you still have two swords on your back, are the more swords a sword immortal?"

As he spoke, he instantly walked to Fang Onion's side, made a hook with his five fingers, and went straight to the girl's head.

The girl who looked very watery smiled indifferently, a dark green long skirt swayed in the wind, like a thin willow branch, opened her head slightly, shook the arm of the man in black with the hilt of her sword, and retreated three feet back.

Fang Cong's green and white scabbard was gently removed, and only after putting it in the small purse did he grin, holding the sword in his right hand, and said softly: "You are a Jindan stage, bullying me to build a foundation realm?

Where does the man in black care about you, nonsense, but against people but treat a scabbard as if it were some kind of treasure, and he doesn't know how to die.

The man in black stepped forward again, went straight to the back of the girl's neck with a knife, and hit a foundation monk with a blow from Jindan. But Fang Cong is not an ordinary foundation building monk, she was forced to suppress the realm by a black-hearted swordsman, for half a year, she only relied on her own ability to break through a layer of suppression some time ago, and now the foundation building is also invincible in the same realm.

A knife slashed, Fang Onion did not dodge, and when the knife was about to arrive, the whole person was like a catkins fluttering in the wind, blown away by the strong wind brought by the knife. The man in black went up again, turned his palm into a fist, and went straight to Fang Onion's head, but the girl raised her long sword and slashed it downward.

It seems that there are not a few people fighting in this ghoul city, even after such a battle, the ghost Xiu aunt who went to buy vegetables with a vegetable basket did not turn her head, and seemed to be completely uninterested in this fight.

Zhang Muliu is quite satisfied with Fang Onion's body style, with this body like fluttering, she is already invincible.

Nan Jinchuan and the man with the knife are even more helpless, and now they understand a truth, only two words, "get together." ”

Zhang Muliu was distracted and watched the fight over there, and there was a swim on Fang Onion's back, and a dozen or so Jindan monks were not a problem. So he smiled and asked, "Tell me, what good things have you done?"

The young man holding the folding fan sighed and said with a wry smile: "That Lihu Lake in the north likes to collect ghost cultivators scattered in the world, and it is said that it is used to catch and refine the Yin Pill. We happened to walk there, and saw a Jindan monk arresting the ghost cultivator of Zhuji, and I didn't know if we were crazy or what happened at that time. The ghost cultivator was saved, but we targeted the plough lake. ”

Zhang Muliu knew that it was not a big deal, according to Nan Jinchuan's heart, this matter should be true. It's just that Zhang Muliu still can't believe that this South Jinchuan will see the unevenness and draw a knife to help?

The young man took another sip of wine and asked with a smile, "Do you regret doing a good deed, but you have caused such a big trouble?"

The bearded swordsman was finally able to talk to him, stood up suddenly, patted his chest and said, "My generation of swordsmen, when the road is uneven, I draw my sword, why do I regret it?"

Nan Jinchuan was a little embarrassed, this old Yang played the wrong trick and thought carefully.

Zhang Muliu looked at the bearded swordsman with a smile, the latter scratched his head with a smile, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't regret it at the time, how many bad things have we done in most of our lives, it is rare to do a good thing, what do you regret?" ”

The young man nodded, this is human nature.

When she turned her head to look at Fang Cong, Xiao Nizi was already a little overwhelmed, she always turned her back to Zhang Muliu, and occasionally secretly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The young man in white shook his head with a smile, turned over and pressed the girl's head, and said angrily: "What kind of big-tailed wolf?"

The girl turned her head and grinned, "Anyway, I've broken the vows, so I'm not afraid of taking a few more hits." ”

said that breaking the vows was naturally beaten by someone. This second ancestor only turned sixteen years old a few days ago, and before the age of fifteen, she had never been beaten, and Zhang Muliu was the first person to beat her.

Zhang Muliu rolled his eyes, extracted a trace of Sun Jing Yuehua from the human world and infused it into the girl's body, handed the hairpin and wine gourd to Fang Cong, and pulled out You Fang from behind before he said softly: "Look, how do you use a sword for a teacher." ”

Zhang Muliu will put away the hosta when he is against people, and Fang Cong will put away the scabbard as a treasure.

It can be seen by words and deeds.

I saw that the young man in white pinned a wooden hairpin, held a sword flower in his hand, and said with a smile: "What's the matter?

The man in black stepped forward instantly, said with arrogance, and smashed his fist into the young man's chest, and a white suit flew out upside down like a short-line kite.

Fang Cong covered his forehead and sighed in his heart: "It's amazing, this guy is going to pit people again." ”

And Nan Jinchuan and the swordsman surnamed Yang naturally faced the young man's pretending to be garlic kung fu menqing, wasn't this guy pretending to be a scholar at the beginning, provoking the swordsman to raise his knife and chop it, and then he almost took off his brain. Minamikawa slapped the air, and it took a few turns in mid-air to land.

All in all, it's okay for these black-clothed people to stop, if they have to make inches, if they really think that the white-clothed swordsman is a good thing, they will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

All the men in black laughed, and the man in black shook his head and sneered: "You dare to learn how to draw a sword to help them? ”

The young man in white got up slowly, patted the soil on his body, and asked with a smile: "You hunt ghosts and cultivate pills, but you pick those who have hurt people's lives to catch them? If you haven't hurt anyone, why do you catch them?"

The man in black looked suspicious, is there such a stupid person in the world? I want to catch ghosts and tell if he hurts people? Then I have to ask if the game has harmed the farmers' crops?

The night man's face turned sarcastic, as if he had heard a great joke, and his eyes widened, and he said, "Why? I will tell you the good news, you will not die for the time being, and you will die when you return to the mountains after returning from the sea. ”

If they die in this ghoul city, even if they turn into ghost cultivators, they can't be taken out.

There is only one rule in this city, not to harm the ghost people here, if there is a violator, the thirteen cities will punish him.

Zhang Muliu sighed and said helplessly: "But I don't really want to kill people today, what can I do?"

Fang Cong interjected in the back: "Then why don't you let them be good people and return to Nali Lake on foot? Maybe we will walk in front of them then." ”

The young man nodded, and his words were reasonable.

Using You Fang was simply insulting the sword, Zhang Muliu threw You Fang out, and the long sword returned to Fang Onion's back on its own.

I saw that the young man pointed at the sword, and drew it at will, countless wisps of sword qi as small as embroidery needles were instantly cut away, and more than ten golden pills spit blood from their mouths.

Zhang Muliu also gave each of them a sword qi shield very intimately, so as not to corrode the yin qi.

The black-clothed body led by him trembled, gritted his teeth and said: "If you have the ability to report your name, I, Guo Feng, will definitely come to take revenge in the future." ”

The young man pouted and said, "No, maybe I will go to Lihu Lake in a few months, maybe after I go to Lihu Lake, your mountain will be gone." ”

The black-clothed people all had resentment on their faces and left gloomily.

Nan Jinchuan walked over, but still couldn't help but ask, "Why did you help us?"

The young man smiled: "You can't let the bad people who have done good deeds think that there are still good people in this world who are not rewarded, right?"

Zhang Muliu wanted to tell them that those who have good deeds do not necessarily have a good heart, but if they have good deeds, they will definitely have good rewards.

The young man smiled and continued: "In the future, you can also do a good thing that you don't regret at the time, even if there is no Zhang Muliu to breathe a sigh for you, there will be a Li Muliu, Wang Muliu." ”

Minamikawa nodded, bent down deeply with his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Kinkawa as much as possible." ”

Zhang Muliu told him about the current Jiuzhang Mountain, saying that if the two of them really had a heart of repentance, they would go back to Jiuzhang Mountain and straighten the crooked neck tree.

Two waves of people said goodbye, a white dress with a sword girl on the back continued to visit this ghoul city, it is said that there is a small river in the south of the city, flowing water leads directly to the Nai River in the underworld, so it is called Xiao Naihe, occasionally there are ghosts who do not want to be born against the current, desperately spend most of the way to the ghoul city.

In fact, the matter of reincarnation and superbirth is not something that everyone wants, just like the underworld marriage that I encountered on the road. The man looked very affectionate, but this life is not long, but it is not short, and he will definitely marry in the future. It's not that Zhang Muliu looks down on that man, but that people have to bear the burden when they live. Maybe that man has the intention of never marrying for the rest of his life, but what about his family?

Zhang Muliu really hoped that he would do good deeds in his life, so he closed his eyes and went to Nadifu, where he saw a woman waiting for him at the bridge.

The river in the underworld is called the Nai River, but the long bridge on the river is called Naihe, helpless.

There are not a few monks from all continents who come here to find opportunities, and the great monks naturally don't look down on this small creation, so the highest one who comes is the monk of the distraction realm.

Each of the thirteen cities has an opportunity, and in this ghoul city, the biggest opportunity is the black-scaled carp in the Xiaonai River. It is said that every 500 years, there will be a black-scaled carp with the condensation of the yin qi of the underworld going upstream, coming to this Xiaonai River, capturing this black-scaled carp, and obtaining a mysterious and hanging luck of the underworld.

It's just that Zhang Muliu should only go to Xiaonaihe to make up a few things, this kind of thing that depends on luck, he won't think about it.

Until now, the things I got in my hands were not gifted by others, and I couldn't even think of taking advantage of the luck of Raushzi.

There are many people gathered on the bank of this Xiao Nai River, and the latest thing is that there is a temple on the south side of the Xiao Nai River, called Zaihua Temple. There is a Taoist temple in the north, called the concept of self-forgetfulness. Whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, all of them are ghost cultivators.

Only this ghoul city in the thirteen cities is a gathering place for ghost cultivators, and the rest of the places are controlled by the spirits in the mountains, and there are a lot of people who come and go with each other, but most of the ghost cultivators will not leave the ghoul city.

Along the way, Fang Cong was very happy, although Xiao Nizi didn't stay in Douhanzhou, she really hadn't been to the thirteen cities of Haigui Mountain, where had she seen this scene?

There are many of the spirits in other cities who can be transformed into shapes, and there are not a few who fish here with fishing rods. It's all human body, but the one on the neck is different.

There are sheep's heads, dog heads, tiger heads, rabbit heads, all in all, like a treasure garden.

Fang Cong smiled hard and said, "Have you ever seen this scene?"

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, took a sip of wine, and said that there were not a few people who had seen it.

Not to mention what I saw in my dream for 3,000 years, I have seen a lot of this kind of siege on the battlefield south of Bean Bing City alone.

The young man looked up at the sky, and said in his heart that the fight would not be over today?

As soon as he saw Zhang Muliu's expression, he knew that this guy was about to fight again, so he took You Fang off his back, handed it to Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "There shouldn't be anything in this place that you can't beat, right?"

The young man shook his head, stretched out his hand to reward the girl with a chestnut, and chuckled: "This time it is for you to remember that there are people outside the world." ”

The girl muttered angrily: "I know, I know!"

A black-clothed sword came, it was a primordial infant ghost cultivator, and he was also a swordsman.

The ghost cultivator woman hovered over Xiao Nai River with a sword, and saluted Zhang Muliu with a fist, her voice was cold, "I just saw Your Excellency take out the sword, and Zhong Li came to ask for advice." ”

The young man in white pulled out the hosta, stepped out of the hovering riverbank in one step, gently tied the swim side, and said with a smile: "Mu Qiushan Zhang Beigu, take the sword." ”

The white-clothed with their backs to the Taoist temple, the black-clothed with their backs to the temple, the two swordsmen confronted each other from afar, and the spirits fishing on the riverside were all put away their fishing rods and prepared to watch the show.

This Zhong Li City Lord may not have a great reputation, and his realm is not very high, but who makes his family have a terrible brother?

Fang Shallot is also learning from Zhang Muliu now, and many things are put away in one go, which will come in handy at this time.

I saw the girl in green take out a bench from her small purse, sit down and take out a small low table, drag her chin with both hands, and start to watch the man be in the limelight.

Zhong Li is already a female ghost, but she is also a sword cultivator, a long sword is ranked sixteenth on the sword list, called Silent Moon, very small.

The woman in black drew her sword, but the young man in white only pointed at the sword and never pulled out the swimming party.

The white-clothed swordsman hovered in the air, tied his leather sheath with a thick hemp rope, and carried one hand behind him, his white clothes fluttered, and he had a sword fairy at the end.

A rabbit-headed spirit by the river had already committed a nymphomaniac, looking straight at the young man in white in mid-air, looking at it, he actually took out a carrot and began to gnaw it.

On the side, there was an old man with a blue face and a tortoise shell on his back shaking his head and laughing, and said to the white rabbit spirit: "Little radish, don't be a nymphomaniac, the big sword immortal, where can you look down on us like this?"

The rabbit spirit was a little displeased, and snorted: "When I cultivate my whole human body, I will also be a great beauty." ”

Not only the old turtle and the white rabbit, but also many monks and spirits around them all had their own thoughts, and most of them felt that the young swordsman was too big, and Zhong Li's sword arrogance was well-known in the Thirteen Cities.

The woman in black saw that the young man had never drawn his sword, and her expression became slightly gloomy.

Zhong Li suddenly raised his body, hovered in mid-air and drew a sword qi circle with the silent moon in his hand, "You and I have no enmity, we don't have to distinguish between life and death, even if we go out of this circle, we will lose." ”

The young man in white took a step, and after a touch of white rainbow, he was in the circle, "Okay." ”

The woman stepped forward in an instant, without any fancy things, and the moon went straight to Zhang Muliu's chest.

Zhang Muliu felt a little bored, and had already put his other hand behind his back, and dodged a sword with a slight sideways.

Zhong Li frowned non-stop, and said in his heart Where did this person get so much confidence? No matter how bad I am, I am also a sword cultivator.

When the heart is on fire, there is no mercy in the hands.

I saw that the woman in black came to Zhang Muliu again and again, and every sword was aimed at the vital point. But the young man in white seemed to be floating in the wind, and the whole person was soft, with a soft body against the fierce sword. Zhong Li was extremely annoyed in his heart, fighting with this person was like beating cotton, and he tried his best to fight but was unloaded by others.

Fang Cong couldn't stop rolling his eyes, and said in his heart, didn't he want to be my master?

The woman stopped abruptly and said coldly, "You really don't plan to draw your sword?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head with a smile.

The woman said again: "In the ghoul city, the ethereal luck is on me, if you don't draw your sword, I will do my best to attack." ”

The young man smiled: "Please." ”

Zhong Liqi's teeth itched, and he sneered in his heart, "Good boy, let you see what Silent Moon is." ”

Zhang Muliu raised his head suddenly, sighed, and said in his heart, why is this ghoul city like a space magic weapon, let this city lord change?

The ghoul city was originally still a clear sky, the sun was hanging high, and suddenly I didn't know what was going on, the sky turned dark in an instant, a full moon hung high in the sky, and the stars in the sky were very dim, as if they had absorbed the brilliance of that round of moonlight.

The entire ghoul city was like a small world, and the law of the Great Dao was very repulsive to the young man with the sword on his back, Zhang Muliu only felt that he was pressing down on a huge mountain, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

Zhong Li flipped his long sword, and with a few swings, countless moonlights fell on the world, and the night city was illuminated like day by the scattered fragments of moonlight.

The young man in white looked up and saw that the silent moon had arrived.

A sword qi slashed, and Zhang Muliu staggered with difficulty, but the hemp rope on his chest was cut off by the sword qi, and the break was corroded by the sword qi, and he was about to run away from the skin sheath.

It was a lonely moonlit night, and this sword was not as chilling as Shiliang Shui, but it seemed to have escaped from the underworld, with an endless corrupt aura, and everything under the sword aura would wither and rot.

Zhang Muliu smiled lightly and drew his sword.

A ghost cultivator came out of the selfless view, holding a dust whisk and wearing a lotus crown, and said lightly, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

Sitting in the temple, he walked out of a ghost monk and sang, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”

There was a young man dressed in red and wearing an official hat hovering between the two of them, turned his head to Zhong Li and said:

"Zhong Li, you lost. ”