Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly: "Then do you want to climb the mountain, which mountain?"

Lao Zhouzi looked like he was out of bounds, and pointed to the mountain opposite with a dark face, "It's still that stone step, starting from the ninth order, you can leave if you can go up to a pavilion, if you can't go up, I don't want to fight for this old life, and I won't let you go easily." ”

Zhang Muliu still didn't understand, what the hell is going on with this old-timer? Yin and Yang are weird, if you want me to climb the mountain, I will definitely do it, what is there to discuss?

The white-clothed young man Edgeworth crossed the turbid current again, stood on the ninth step, and stepped onto the tenth floor in one step.

The young man's face became more and more strange, and when he heard the words of the old boat, he thought that this step was extremely difficult to climb, why didn't he feel the slightest feeling?

Step by step, the tea kung fu walked ninety-nine steps, and the first pavilion was one step away, but Zhang Muliu still didn't feel anything unusual.

The young man turned his head to look at the small boat in the water, his face was puzzled, and he asked loudly, "Senior, do you want to go on again?"

Lao Zhouzi shouted angrily: "Get out." ”

The old man actually felt a little sorry, he felt that the senior had harmed this kid. But he didn't know that Liu Xiaobei didn't help him even a little.

Zhang Muliu said goodbye in the pavilion, and the old man waved his hand in return at will.

Heaven and earth have changed, and Zhang Muliu, who has not yet had time to do a lot of things, is going back again in a daze.

It was just a cup of tea, and a white dress appeared above the martial arts square, and the people below had been waiting for a long time.

The first person in Dou Han Continent, sword cultivator Song Yuan, successfully broke through the bottleneck of distraction, and merged with a wisp of true intentions, and finally entered the period of merger. However, he has long had no plans to compete with Zhang Muliu. If you can't beat it, what else can you fight? And although Zhang Muliu doesn't seem to have broken through the realm, God knows what chance he gets?

Sima Zhuo was not so smooth, he looked like he was already among the refining voids, but his face was unpretentious, his breath was extremely unstable, and it was not easy to stumble and stumble to break through the realm.

After a white dress came out of the portal, the portal to the thoughtless river was also closed, and a girl in a dark green dress came to the sword, shouting master.

Fang Cong came in Qingbai, and when he came to Zhang Muliu, he paused suddenly, the girl put her hands behind her back, her fingers entwined with her fingers, and the master kept smiling on her face.

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand with a smile, pressed Fang Onion's head, and said softly: "I brought you a gift, and I will go back to you." ”

Fang Cong nodded, and landed with Zhang Muliu, not far from the Sima Alliance Master.

Sima Zhuo saluted Zhang Muliu, then hung in the air, took out a picture scroll from his arms, and after it was spread out in the air, there was a faint light and shadow that appeared.

A large array had already been set up on the ground, except for the people who had entered the Wusi River and traveled to the sky, at most they had added a square onion.

Sima Zhuo said lightly: "Everyone, I am actually selfish, I want to do something for the border battlefield with my own strength, so I have planned for a hundred years, and I have been here for more than ten years, in order to integrate this radius of thousands of miles into a big sect." Of course, for the time being, it is very difficult for you to do anything, you have to pay attention to cultivation, within forty years, as long as you have entered the Thoughtless River and Youtian, I Sima Zhuo will provide you with cultivation resources, whether you can enter my sect or not, wait until you see the picture scroll before deciding. ”

The light and shadow of the picture scroll became more and more condensed, and the pictures emerged like water.

Where in the picture scroll is there any splendid magic? There is no rhetoric on the verge of leaving, only one by one to the north of the sea, when you come back alive, you drink to celebrate, when you die, no matter if you don't come back, you will put on an iron card, and jingle in the wind every day.

In the picture scroll, there is a man in a cloth robe who goes to the battlefield with a sword, but is besieged by several monsters from the same realm, and he dies on the spot after a short time. The man's last sentence was to say: "Lao Tzu is not a strong man, he has done a lot of embarrassing things, and now that he is dead, he can't live with those people back then." ”

There is also a woman with a furrow and ugly face. Before leaving, she suddenly looked in a certain direction, where there hung a deck of iron plaques with the name of her lover on them. The woman grinned and said to herself, "I didn't think about martyrdom, it was those animals who didn't want me to live. ”

Sima Zhuo's expression was heavy, and he pointed to the last picture, "More than ten years ago, the number of monsters in the border city increased dramatically, and the big guys couldn't hold it anymore at that time. ”

Fang Scallion clenched his hands tightly, his little face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Dressed in white, he gently raised his hand and pressed the woman's shoulder, and his voice was very gentle, "I'm here!"

Countless people died in that battle, and there were not a few great monks, Fang Cong's parents were two of them, and the realm was not low, but they died when they died.

The girl said in a sullen voice, "Master, can we go first?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said of course it was okay.

Anyway, Sima Zhuo has his own ability to gather people's hearts, so he doesn't have to worry, instead of making Xiao Nizi sad, it is better to go east and see what the old Jiao reads.

The young man secretly transmitted his voice to Sima Zhuo, and said with a smile: "Sect Master Sima will be busy for at least a hundred years, I will leave first, where Mu Qiushan is, I guess Brother Sima can also find it." ”

After that, Song Yuan was transmitted, "Brother Song, we still have to fight, but you still have a way to go." ”

In the end, it was Chi Chun, who had become a monk, who had become a monk, "That house in Mawei Lane, you help watch it first, I can't tell when I'll come back." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Muliu took Fang Cong and escaped into the place of no confusion and left quickly. Another white-clothed figure in Mawei Alley suddenly couldn't feel the existence of Zhang Muliu's breath, he smiled bitterly, and said angrily: "Do you really think he can't see it? Even that little girl can sense that something is wrong, and we don't know when the kendo fish was taken away." ”

An old man in a gray shirt appeared out of thin air and said with a smile: "This is the person we are looking for!"

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

In the middle of May, Zhang Muliu and Fang Cong passed by a small mountain village in the east, and heard the sound of suona shaking the sky from afar, and the girl showed pleading eyes, saying Let's go mix a happy candy?

The young man angrily rewarded one of his brains, and said helplessly: "This is mourning, you go to please the candy, don't let people beat it?"

The girl snorted, and oh, and said that she would not go at all.

Zhang Muliu shook his head, took out two pieces of yellow paper, and taught the girl to draw the invisibility talisman. Zhang Muliu originally thought that no matter how good this little girl was, she couldn't draw it once, but Fang Cong only looked at it once, and immediately drew it, just talking about the pen, no worse than Zhang Muliu.

The young man had no choice but to pretend to be profound, and said with a clear conscience that it was already good to draw like this for the first time, and that he should practice well in the future.

The two of them put on the invisibility charm and slowly walked towards the place where the suona huqin sound came from. When he walked to the door, he was blocked by the god of Wenwumen, and Zhang Muliu said with a smile that he was just taking his apprentice to see the affairs of the world, and he had no plans to do it. Those two door gods were just local heroes, and they didn't dare to stop them and accompanied them into the door.

After turning around, Fang Cong asked, "There are one hundred and eighty people in this courtyard, why don't you see anyone wearing linen and filial piety?"

The god of wealth on the side explained with a smile, "When the old man here dies, he usually has to stop his spirit, mostly for three days, and sometimes the days are not dealt with, and he has been put for more than ten days." The family plans to stop for four days, and the eldest son can only come back at night, and everyone is waiting for him, and if he comes, the filial son can wear filial piety. ”

Fang Cong said coldly, in fact, he didn't want to see this little door god. So she grabbed Zhang Muliu's arm and asked with a smile: "Those women sitting on the haystack should be the daughters of the family, right? But why do they talk and laugh without feeling the slightest sadness?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "It's not that I'm not sad, it's that although the old man is gone, the young man still has to live." ”

The girl didn't understand a little and looked at the martial god.

The middle-aged man, who was just a martial artist before his death, was originally frightened enough by Zhang Muliu's sword intent, and when he saw this woman who was also carrying a sword, he hurriedly said: "Some folk customs are not the same, it can only be said that it is not time to cry." ”

After about an hour, a child came running and said that the grandfather had returned, and most of the people in the courtyard hurried out, and after a few steps out of the house, they saw an old man with a strong body and gray hair walking hurriedly.

The late old man greeted everyone with a smile, and then walked in the front, and when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he slowly knelt down, and kowtowed three times before getting up and stepping into the door.

did not go to the spirit to buckle his head first, but to greet the distant relatives in the courtyard and the neighbors in the village, and then turned to a copper basin, and the late old man took the lead, and only after washing his hands did he go to wear linen and filial piety.

Fang Cong said angrily: "This family is all unfilial descendants, and the first thing I did when I came back was not to see the old lady first, and I was full of smiles." ”

The gods of the Wenwu Sect have learned to be obedient this time and don't speak first, so they can only be said with a smile by Zhang Muliu: "The world is big, and the folk customs are slightly uneven, only one thing is almost the same." If the old man who has passed the age of the sixtieth birthday dies, it will be regarded as a good news and a funeral after death, and it will be regarded as a half-happy event. Moreover, it is not necessary to laugh with others, but it is not sad in the heart. ”

As he was talking, a group of people had already changed into filial piety clothes, and the late old man knelt in the front, and there were more than 40 people in turn, and a young man and a teenager at the end were still wearing red filial piety clothes, and behind them were the younger girls and boys.

Zhang Muliu said to himself: "The old man is blessed, and there are so many great-grandchildren. ”

Fang Cong was puzzled: "How can the master see who is the great-grandson!"

The young man smiled and said: "My hometown also has this rule, great-grandchildren, wear filial piety to wear white shoes and red clothes." ”

The girl sighed and continued to look around. The eldest son, who was in his sixties, knelt down and crawled to the spirit, kowtowed three times, and then got up, and the respected presiding officer of the village put the obituary behind the old man's back, and he bowed his body and carried him to the outside of the courtyard. The presiding officer said, "Cry that should be wept, and mourn that should be mourned." The ladies began to howl at this time, and tears burst out of their eyes in an instant.

Fang Cong tugged at the corners of her mouth, looking at the woman who was crying the most miserably at the moment, she was laughing the most.

"Master, this person can pretend to be so good, he still laughs non-stop, he is crying so miserably at this time, is it just for outsiders?"

The young man didn't laugh this time, looking at the filial sons who had returned to the courtyard and knelt down in turn, he poured a sip of wine for no reason, then rubbed Xiao Nizi's head, and said softly: "No, you may think that she changed her face so quickly, but in fact, laughing is real, crying is also real, and sadness is even more real." ”

Zhang Muliu pointed to the filial son who was still laughing at the back, and said softly: "Although it is a family, the younger the generation, the less emotion there is with the deceased. Look at the young man in the red shirt, kneeling most realistically, not moving, and actually very sad in his heart, but not all for the deceased, guess why?"

The girl pondered for a moment, pouted, and said, "Master, don't sell it, okay." ”

The young man took a sip of wine and said softly: "He, in fact, he doesn't have much reluctance to give up his feelings for his grandmother, but he is a little sad when he sees that his grandfather is late and has to laugh and chat with others, and his father is similar." ”

After a pause, Zhang Muliu said: "That young man will think, it was his father's grandmother who died, and his grandfather's mother, how sad should they be?"

Fang Cong listened carefully to what his master said, and for some reason he also wanted to drink.

Isn't the saddest person the one who laughs the most? The one who cries the most is of course.

Zhang Muliu waved his hand with an aura, straightened out the breath of the woman who was already crying, turned his head to the god of the Wenwu Sect, and then slowly left with Fang Onion.

When he couldn't hear the suona sound anymore, Fang Cong suddenly asked, "Master, we can live a little longer, it's actually very good, right?"

The young man took a sip of wine, not knowing how to answer.

The girl grinned and said softly, "Anyway, everyone has to come to this experience, only for a long time! ”

The young man was still silent, but he didn't stop drinking.