The old man and the blacksmith with the pigeon on their shoulders had already won a game, and the two of them crouched on the very edge, looking at the young man who had come up to the stage with two whips in his hand, and he couldn't stop sighing. Before the two of them could gloat, a blind Taoist who had also won the game came over.

The man seemed to have a sarcastic word engraved on his face, looked at the ring and looked at the two people beside him, and finally pretended to be deep, and sighed: "Originally, I showed the young man a way to live, but he didn't listen, and now he has to give his life there." ”

The old man and the blacksmith didn't hear it, but they couldn't help but sneer, "Isn't this blind man floating in his head?"

Seeing that people didn't care about themselves, the blind Taoist turned around and said with a smile: "I said that Sima Zhuo has no confidence, just rely on you two little golden pills? Chen Guo has a star picking building, haven't you heard of it? Are we really easy to provoke?"

After a series of questions, the blind Taoist thought that he should scare these two people, right?

The blacksmith and the old pigeon keeper looked at each other and smiled hard. But the blind Taoist didn't have any eyesight at all, and looked at the ring and continued to ridicule, "That young man has a sword on his back, so he really thinks he is a sword immortal? ”

The old pigeon breeder finally couldn't help it, turned his head and said in the Luzhou dialect, "Oh, mom! I said blind brother, why are you holding back and laughing us to death?"

Even the blacksmith, who always made people feel that they owed him money, couldn't help but want to help his forehead. The monks who came here can now be divided into four groups, the lord and himself, the demon Shuluo Yu thinks that he is with himself, the senior brother of Han Ou, and the person behind the two young people who have not shown up yet. The old Jiaolong in the East China Sea prides himself on being an innocent person, and he can't look down on this small treasure place, so he naturally won't participate. Therefore, even if Zhang Muliu is counted, if he wants to take the initiative to go to that treasure land, he will only have five people.

But the big guys already know the identity of the young swordsman, and you, the old blind man, are still high.

The blacksmith endured and endured, and did not intend to tell this old man about it. When we meet in the future, how much fun it will be for this old blind man to really touch his head? The blacksmith even thought of the scene at that time. This old blind man relied on the Yuanying realm to go to the Jindan monk in his eyes in front of him, and as a result, he was scared with a sword, this is fun!

Turning his head to look at the ring, the two of them had a decent fight, the young man in white used his fists to fight the enemy, and his moves were like turtles moving their nests, but Han Ou couldn't hit others, and he easily unloaded his strength with a blow.

The old pigeon keeper patted the blind Taoist on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Daochang Liu, I think that young man has a better chance of winning, otherwise make a bet?"

The blind Taoist sneered and said indifferently: "If the Jindan monk can win the battle and be distracted, the poor Dao will eat stones." ”

The three of them looked at the ring in unison, because both of them were still and motionless.

Once Zhang Muliu's swordsmanship is issued, within thirty zhang, the people inside will feel that the outside is still and still, and the people outside will look inside, and for a moment, they will also feel that the people inside are stationary.

The subtlety of this magical power is here, as if carving a boat to seek a sword in the long river of time.

To put it in layman's terms, it is within Zhang Muliu's swordsmanship, and the speed of time is hundreds of times faster than that of the outside world. Therefore, what people in the outside world see is only a phantus, and when people inside look out, they will feel that every move of people in the outside world is very slow.

The white-clothed swordsman took off the wine gourd and poured a breath, and said to Han Ou, who looked frightened: "The two of us have a hundred breaths, and the outside has only passed a breath, if you think about how to make a move, you can come, but we have to say it in advance, if you are injured, you can't lie to me, I have no money." ”

Han Ou's face was like ashes, this person's swordsmanship can stop time, what chance does he have of winning? Even if he fights for his own life, it will be difficult to hurt him in the slightest.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Don't fight?" If you don't fight and don't say anything, you will get off the stage. ”

Han Zhen finally spoke, and said angrily: "So you just relied on your identity as a sword immortal to come to this small puddle to show off?"

The young man in white sighed and said indifferently: "You better squirt a few mouthfuls of blood and go off the stage." ”

After saying that, he pointed to a sword and slashed it, and the five-colored sword qi instantly came to Han Ou, who spit out a mouthful of blood, rushed out of thirty zhang away, and fell straight into the ring.

Oh, it's okay for you to come here one by one during the conjunction, and I, Zhang Muliu, are just showing off in the small puddle? If you want to be so reasonable, then you can't talk well.

On the ring, Zhang Muliu and Han Ou chatted for a while, but in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them on the stage just stood still, and Han Ou suddenly retreated out of thin air, and fell into the ring with a mouthful of blood.

There are two miles to the huge square, and there is no sound at the moment.

It's not that the fight between the two is so exciting that people forget to even cheer. It was that Han Ou suddenly fell out of the ring, and no one knew what was going on.

Out of nowhere, there was a voice, "Fake fight!" For a while, the square was full of people, as if they had rehearsed countless times, and they said fake fights in unison.

Zhang Muliu looked at Sima Zhuo helplessly, and the latter was even more helpless, jumping off the high platform injured and walking to the ring, as if he was surveying the traces of a fight.

That Sima Zhuo suddenly seemed to see something scary, took a deep breath, stared at Zhang Muliu with wide eyes, and was silent again.

Sima Zhuo sighed, smiled bitterly and said loudly: "Everyone, they are not faking to fight, but this Zhang Gongzi's skills are too profound, and Han Ou is not an opponent at all!"

Zhang Muliu was dumbfounded, and said in his heart that this can be rounded up? It's a pity that you Sima Zhuo didn't go to be that famous monk.

With the voice of the leader of the martial arts alliance, everyone believed most of them, Zhang Muliu ignored the people below, flew to the ground, stretched out his hand to hold Fang Onion's head, and said with a smile: "How about it, the master is not ashamed of this hand!"

Fang Cong smiled and said, "Otherwise, let's be the leader of the martial arts alliance for ten years, right?"

The people around them all rushed to retreat into the distance, but Zhang Muliu's group was a little more spacious.

Now I haven't seen Han Ou's accomplices appear, aren't they disguised as a sect?

Even though Chi Huang had countless questions in his heart, his tongue was swollen at this moment, so he didn't speak.

Instead, Mo Ming smiled and said, "Good guy, if I hadn't made a move at that time, would you have done this with me?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "That's not possible." ”

There was a blind Taoist on the very edge with a gloomy face, as if he had eaten a fly, he gritted his teeth and said: "It must be that young man who used some immortal treasure, relying on his background in a big sect to ignore the rules of the competition, but it is really shameless." ”

The old pigeon keeper sighed and communicated to the blacksmith, "How did you say that this old blind man lived to be a baby? ”

The blacksmith did not answer, but handed a stone to the blind Taoist surnamed Liu, and said softly: "Tianxingjian, the Taoist priest is constantly harming himself. ”

The blind Taoist also spoke his words, took the stone and ate it as if he were eating it.

Zhang Muliu felt a little tasteless, and now there are only two people who don't know their identities, that is, the Legalist monk and the two young people behind the foundation.

It is estimated that these two will not show up until the afternoon.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said Let's go home, just don't look at this excitement, let Sima Zhuo have a headache.

Slowly leaving with two inhuman-shaped men, and when they walked to the edge of the square, Zhang Muliu saw the two people standing with the blind Taoist, talking and laughing. So he threw a smile, quite playful.

The blind Taoist snorted coldly and threw the last small stone into his mouth. However, the old man and the blacksmith smiled bitterly, and said in their hearts, what kind of moth does this young sword fairy want to fix? If you want to find something, go to find it, and don't pull us two little golden pills!

Back in Mawei Lane, Zhang Muliu smiled and sent two wisps of true meaning of the waterway, and Chi Huang and Qian Yun finally had a human form.

The man with the knife on his back knelt down and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that my predecessors are immortals, but I have no eyes." It's just that I still have the courage to ask, what kind of monk did my Wind Pulling Sect really destroy? But I have never made a feud with the monks, why do they harm people?"

Qian Yun said angrily: "Big yellow dog, do you really use yourself as a character? Just because you can still provoke a monk? It's probably my dead ghost daddy what's something unsightly." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "Okay, you two are each other's pigs' heads, don't you stop and stop?" I won't help you with the matter of revenge, I gave you a path to the monk has been benevolent and righteous, if you can come back alive and concentrate on cultivation in the future, at that time, you have found the enemy who destroyed the sect, if you still don't have the ability to take revenge, go and tell Sima Zhuo, don't tell me." ”

You will all be Sima Zhuo's subordinate generals, and you will be looking for him if you have trouble!

Probably talked about the matter of that treasure land, the Chi family sisters and Qian Yun were all shocked, it turned out that there were so many immortal monks in this world, and it turned out that even the master of the Sima Alliance was a great immortal.

The three of the Wind Leader Sect retreated to the backyard, and Mo Ming told Zhang Muliu about this kind of treasure land, and there were several possible situations.

Mo Ming said: "My Mo clan has a place of trial, which is a ruined secret realm, which is not smaller than the Song Kingdom, and there are several small countries, which are roughly the same as the outside world, but the millions of people there don't know where they are, in fact, it's just a secret realm. Now this treasure place, which has been buried for thousands of years and suddenly opened, is very likely to be a secret realm, and there are also living people. ”

Zhang Muliu frowned, and after listening to Mo Ming's words, he looked up at the sky for no reason.

The handsome young man smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "I used to think about it too, but then I felt that I was a little worried. ”

The young man with the hosta smiled indifferently and said softly: "Yes, it's useless to think so much, just go to the world in the future." ”

Mo Ming smiled dumbly, but he agreed very much, "Yes, when the time comes, I will go to the outside of the world and go to him." ”

Fang Cong looked at the master who was drinking in small sips, in fact, there were some fingernails the size of a fingernail, and he was sad.

The master was waiting for the door to open, but he was waiting for the master to leave.

I don't know if it will take a few days, or a few days?

If it's fast, it's fine, but if it's slow, what's the matter? Is it wrong not to go with you? In case, in case! If the master has something, how can he explain it to the master?

In Fang Cong's heart, she didn't want to see the picture of the white clothes stained with blood last time, so she had to practice her sword desperately.

In the past, it was the master who protected herself, and in the future, she will protect the master.

Zhang Muliu didn't go to see the fight in the afternoon, but leaned on the flying chair in the small pavilion and fell asleep.

Mo Ming took advantage of the guy's snoring, and secretly took out another set of white jade tea sets, and the handsome young man kept comforting himself in his heart, "Where is my set of tea sets? ”

Fang Shallot was suspended in the air with his knees crossed, and the sword intent around his body was swirling, and he already had the atmosphere of a swordsman.

That Qian Yun and Chi Huang came together, originally wanting to thank Zhang Muliu, but it was obvious that the senior master was snoring constantly, so he went back to the backyard, and the two of them were going to go back to the place where the Wind Pulling Sect used to be before leaving.

The sun and the moon rose, and the last ray of sunshine on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival was sprinkled on Mawei Lane, and the young man in white suddenly opened his eyes, and stretched out his left hand to grab the You Fang standing aside.

The girl hurriedly ran over, handed over a thumb-sized spirit boat, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "This is borrowed from you, and I will return it to me when you come back." ”

The aura gathered in mid-air, and the sky above the entire Qu City suddenly surged, and a portal with blue light appeared out of thin air, and after it was suddenly opened, several shadows in the Qu City were surrounded by blue light, and slowly pulled into the portal.

Zhang Muwan smiled and said softly: "Stay well, wait for me to come back, and then go to the southwest and go to a good place." ”

With that, he stepped out and instantly walked towards the portal.

Fang Cong raised his head and shouted, "Come back early!"

Whether it was a group of monks who went to this treasure land, or the local people who didn't know why, but everyone who had won or fought a draw was pulled into the portal, and after everyone entered, the huge portal in the sky slowly closed and disappeared out of thin air.

Zhang Muliu stepped into this portal, only to feel that the world was spinning, and it took a lot of tea to land, and after taking a closer look, the young man was amazed in his heart.

Sure enough, it's a treasure.

The landing place is a clear water, the water is clear and the bottom is visible, and the number of swimming fish is clearly visible. Along the clear stream, you can see three or five women pounding clothes by the stream, and then take a look, you can see a small village, cooking smoke everywhere and insects chirping endlessly.

Turning his head, he saw the mountain peaks on both sides winding into the sky.

The south mountain peak has three colors from the bottom to the top, the middle and lower emerald green, the middle and upper dark blue, the top of the mountain is capped, the forest is deep, the higher the colder, if you stand on the top of the snowy mountain, not to mention the scenery of the square circle can be intoxicating, the cool breeze whistling between, the visitor has been feasted. To the north of the mountain peak green slightly but majestic greatly increased, the boulders are steep and forested, suddenly there is a white stone abrupt crossing, outward horizontal birth of more than three zhang, presumably also sunny time clouds and cloudy clouds. From the side of the stream up, if you want to climb the stone peak, there is only a shoulder to shoulder path, occasionally see potholes, there are clear springs overflowing, there are scattered green pines from the stone cracks to break out, born to the sun, can be described as the creation of heaven.

It's a worthwhile trip.

For some reason, the young man involuntarily went down the stream, and within five miles, eight other mountain streams converged to form a river, and the river channel gradually widened, and the water was slightly turbid but still visible swimming fish.

Three miles further down, there is a calm lake in front of you, and you can see a small pavilion leaning against the cliff directly opposite, and below is a winding stone staircase, if you want to climb the mountain, you must first cross the water.

Suddenly turned his head, only to see an old man swinging the boat here, the old man wearing a hat, with a bamboo pole and a silver-headed pipe hanging from his waist, stopped outside the boat, smiled and said:

"If you want to enter this realm, you must pass through this water. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled in return, but did not ask how to pass, but asked: "Water is famous?"

Lao Zhouzi smiled kindly and said with relief: "Call it a turbidity current." ”

The young man looked puzzled, and the old boat smiled and said, "The water does not cross the boat, the boat does not cross the people, if you want to cross this water, go to the heart." ”

The young man in white smiled slightly, and understood.

You Fang came out of the sheath, and a white rainbow sword swept through the water.

Lao Zhouzi kept smiling, and said to himself: "Self-crossing?"

Zhang Muliu had already crossed the water, stood at the bottom of the stone steps, turned around and bowed his hands, and said with a smile after getting up: "It's better to fight for me." ”

Lao Zhouzi returned the salute and said with a smile: "Good!"

Ignoring the people beside him, Zhang Mu turned around and climbed the mountain, only going up the nine steps, and suddenly Lao Zhouzi's words came from his ears again, "What a fight for me! There are many people who read, but there are not many people who use books, and it is the most difficult to apply what you have learned, and it is even more difficult to integrate knowledge and action." ”

Zhang Muliu frowned suddenly, because a white cloth was already on the boat that "did not cross people".

Lao Zhouzi sat cross-legged, knocked his pipe to the boat with a pipe, and said with a smile: "You entered the door and climbed the ninth step, and you can retain your original cultivation in this small cave." There is no taboo in the Great Dao, my old man only warns you about one thing, even if you are a group of people with the highest realm after entering the door, it is possible to break through the realm again in this broken thoughtless sky, but you can't have that god's mind. ”

Lao Zhouzi said in a deep voice: "No matter how high our realm is, we are still human, if we call ourselves gods, then we are not human." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled helplessly, this old fairy is really warm-hearted, "Don't worry, old-timer, I'm a scholar." ”

It's no longer a self-proclaimed half-reader.

Lao Zhouzi smiled indifferently, and the young man in white smiled bitterly, and simply closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he had returned to the valley where he first entered, as if everything was just illusory before.

The young man shook his head and smiled, saying in his heart that the old boat was most likely the god of this place. And this secret realm is one of the fragments of the Thoughtless River Youtian, which was once one of the thirty-six days.

Over the years, he had suffered from the fragments of the Ancient Heavenly Court, and Zhang Muliu felt that his luck was not much better this time.

Along the stream, although the women were still there, it was not easy for him to go up and ask. These people looked at the young age, and it was really rude to rush up.

I had to prepare to go around the village and find a man to inquire again.

In fact, such a big living person, how could those women who pounded clothes not know? It's just that they have the same thoughts as Zhang Muliu, and it's inconvenient to speak.

Walking into the entrance of the village, before he could take a few steps inside, a man with firewood on his back swayed over, Zhang Muliu walked closer, hugged his fists and smiled: "This big brother, I am from the rivers and lakes of Muqiu Mountain, I have strayed into this place, I want to ask where this is?"

The man squinted his eyes and saw that the young man in white was carrying a long sword, so he immediately turned his head sharply and asked with a smile: "What a Jianghu man?

The young man shook his head and smiled, "Don't dare to call yourself a chivalrous, just a swordsman." Big brother is in this mountain forest, and it is the day of the gods when he gets up in the morning and rests at dusk. ”

The man unloaded the dry wood from his shoulder, and for a while he kept laughing, and said in his heart that the young man was a talker.

"Although we are in the deep mountains and old forests, the scenery is beautiful, you entered by mistake, but you entered the right place!"

The man said with a proud look on his face, and then said: "In our village, there is also a five-grade general, you see, this road is also repaired by the money he sent back, and the house we live in is built with his money." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

This aroused Zhang Muliu's interest, and the young man asked, "If that general comes back, he will definitely come to congratulate him, right?"

The man sighed and said with a smile: "This kid hasn't come back for six years, and every time he sends letters and money, saying that he is fighting on the frontier and can't come back." He grew up eating our 100 family meals, knows how to be grateful, and is also very nostalgic!"

The man was a little angry when he said this, and muttered, "Why do you say that bullshit Guishan Kingdom wants to fight? Did our Wanguo smash his pot or what?"

Zhang Muliu is not easy to accept this, and the dispute between countries is the most unreasonable, because everyone is justified in whoever it is.

However, this man's words made Zhang Muliu understand a lot of news about this thoughtless world.

There are people and countries, and there is more than one.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said that he wants to travel the world anyway, maybe he will be able to meet the young general in the future, if you have anything to say, you can tell me, and I will bring the words over. But he can't guarantee that he will bring it, after all, the world is so big, it's not easy to find someone.

When the man heard this, he immediately stood up, looked at Zhang Muliu, and ignored the firewood on the side, and went to the village, and after a while, a large group of people came, and it should be the men, women, and children of the whole village who came.

An old man stepped forward on crutches and arched his hand at Zhang Muliu, and the young man hurriedly returned the salute.

The old man spoke: "If this hero can really bring the letter to the counselor, we will all be grateful! ”

Zhang Muliu glanced at it slightly, there were only a few dozen people in the whole village, and some of the children looked ignorant, they should have never seen the general who won glory for their own village since they were born.

Looking at these people, Zhang Muliu was a little embarrassed, and he didn't necessarily really meet the young general, if he couldn't bring a message, wouldn't it make them happy in vain.

A teenage girl poked her head out of the crowd and plucked up the courage to say, "Big brother, Brother Zhiwen said that he would bring me a pair of general's armor back, can you help me ask him if he lied to me?" ”

Zhang Muliu was surprised, how could he meet the little girl wherever he went? And he couldn't help but go to the stubble.

The young man in white asked with a smile: "What's your name, when I see him, I'll help you ask." ”

When the little girl heard this, she was happy, and stood up and said, "Just tell him that his Mulan sister wants a pair of general armor." ”

When the old man saw that the young man with the sword on his back had a kind face, he smiled and said, "He said that he was fighting with Guishan, but in fact, it is not too far from us. ”

The young man smiled slightly, and said that this little girl and his name were all wooden characters, how about a trip to the frontier for her?

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

Out of the mountain where Huajia Village is located, he went south alone in white clothes, and he didn't meet any outsiders who came in with him along the way, so he simply ignored it, and it was also good to take a trip in this thoughtless little cave.

I just don't know how much the speed of time flow is between this place and the outside world.

I don't know the cold and heat in the mountains, only the sun rises and sets, and I don't know what month this place is.

That night, Zhang Muliu pretended to be a poor scholar, and on the road he saw four Qi refining monks, two men and two women, who should be local monks.

A white dress leaned over, and said with a sad face: "Can the four of you take me on a ride? ”

The two women, one older and one younger, did not make a sound, but the young man in the Qi refining period smiled evilly and said a good word.

Zhang Muliu showed a relieved look, thanked him repeatedly, and finally asked, what are the heroes going to do?

The young monk turned his head and smiled, "Go hunt ghosts!"