All the way to the east, when I arrived at the place near the sea, half a month had passed, and today is the seventh day of the sixth month.

Huang Qing'er had already taken a cross-sea ferry to Zhanbu Continent, went to the Jiang clan to find the sword, hid for ten years first, and then decided whether to go to Muqiu Mountain or not depending on the situation in the future.

In fact, this Huang girl, who pretended to be a Legalist monk, had indeed achieved her goal.

Ever since she saw Zhang Muliu's sword refining in the realm of distraction with her own eyes, she had already thought about it in her heart. As long as she tells her own stories, she is not afraid that Zhang Mu will not be able to show compassion. And as long as Zhang Muliu has compassion, Huang Qing'er's calculation is already half successful.

If you take revenge or not, you must at least live first, right?

Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion all the way to the east, the climate is getting warmer and warmer, there are not many warm days in this Douhan Continent, at most another hundred and eighty days, and it will be snowy again.

The girl really didn't want to wear the clothes that Zhang Muliu brought, Zhang Muliu had to let it be put away, took out the jade pen that was white at one end and verdant at the other end, and carved a straight word "Yun", originally wanted to take it over to Fang Onion, but after thinking about it for a long time, he carved four fly-headed reverse words "Qingbai Tianxia" at the other end.

Fang Cong took the jade pen and said suspiciously: "What do you mean, master, don't always bully me! ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand to appreciate his brain, and said softly: "One day, my apprentice will be like the ancient sword immortal, and one sword can return the innocence of the world." ”

The girl shook her shoulders with one hand, tilted her head and sighed, "Master! ”

The young man threw You Fang to Fang Onion and said to himself: "The cliff that can be seen is not difficult to climb." ”

It is especially difficult to draw your sword and look around but not know where the mountain is!

The white-clothed swordsman took off the wine gourd, poured a sip for himself, looked south in the night, and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, after a thousand mountains, there will be a way." ”

Xiao Nizi suddenly ran over, hugged Zhang Muliu's arm with her arms, and looked embarrassed, but after thinking about it for a long time, she still transmitted her voice in her heart, "Master...... Someone said that it was my former teacher who gave me a children's book. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and asked, "Is it arithmetic or the art of war?" She was embarrassed to say that it was your former master?"

After a pause, the young man smiled: "Remember, there are only two people you can call Shi Niang." One is the stone statue of Yun Mengze, and the sword name is Sui Zhen. The other is Li Qiushui, who is already refining the Void Sword Cultivator, and it will only be her in the future. ”

Fang Cong saw that his master was a little uncomfortable, so he turned around and asked, "Why doesn't the master believe Mo Ming, I don't think others are bad." ”

At this moment, I just walked to the bank of a great desecration, there is no reflection of the lights in the world, but the galaxy in the sky coincides with this great desecration, if it is not for the waves and ripples, just look at it, it is really difficult to distinguish whether it is the stars in the sky reflected in the water, or the fireflies in the water, embedded in the sky.

The young man pressed the head of the girl next to him and said softly, "How long I can live in this life is unknown. I understand the kindness of some people, and I can see the calculations of others clearly. ”

Zhang Muliu looked up at a star, which was due north, and it was said to have been the emperor star since ancient times.

"Whether it's a Xuannu, an emperor, or the god of water, one day, you all have to raise your heart to your throat and wait for a sword to strike. ”

Fang Shallot was a little sad, because the master was very sad.

I saw that the young man in white suddenly had red eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Old guy, fish well, I won't let you down." ”

On the way south, I don't know how many people were secretly looking at the boy holding the donkey. Again and again, he was greedy and infatuated, or secretly lying in the distance, watching the woman in the river bathing, and lustful. And when was it not deliberate?

On the ferry boat that went down the river, the young man boasted that his money was all in sacks, and perhaps at that time, some so-called chess players outside the chessboard were already happy. Or on the banks of that little river, the young man saw a large snow-white field for the first time, and his face was full of shame for a while, but he still hid from a distance to watch with no conscience. At that time, some people must have laughed non-stop, thinking that this matter was too simple, and a stunning woman could settle it.

But those people behind it never expected that there was an old man who lived in seclusion at the foot of Nanshan Mountain to grow beans and pick chrysanthemums, and he actually gave up his cultivation to reverse time with his own Taoism, and opened a road to the earliest Middle Earth Shenzhou for Zhang Muliu.

Later, when he first woke up from a big dream, Zhang Muliu, who seemed to be muddy and nightmarish, was actually like a chaos when the world first opened.

What is good and evil, and what is true and false?

It's as if everything is right and everything is wrong, everything is false but everything is real.

On this way to find me to wash his sword, Zhang Muliu figured out one thing.

Some people pulled him to the path of godhood, some pushed him to the path of holiness, and some people left him only on the path to adulthood.

Why did Zhang Muliu naturally get close to the Daomen? Because he chose a path to adulthood, the Dao cultivated the true self and became a real person.

The young man paced to the middle of the Great Blasphemy, and a sword intent overflowed, and suddenly it skyrocketed, and the sword intent condensed into substance, slowly turning into the law of the sword, and then turned into countless long swords and broke through the sky, and there were also countless golden lights that illuminated the night sky and illuminated the Great Desecration.

After the sword light rose above the sea of clouds, it suddenly reversed its direction and condensed into a sword path long sword, which rushed straight towards Zhang Muliu and descended from his skull.

Within the human body and the world, the countless sword qi turned into sword qi, and although the sword pavilion in the Zhongyuan Palace was still dilapidated, it made people feel more like the sword god was here than before.

He was only one step away from entering the Hedao, but the white clothes held back and didn't kick the door. Therefore, Zhang Muliu is now in line with the law of swordsmanship, but he has not pierced the layer of window paper.

Dressed in white to restrain his breath, Fang Cong hurriedly rushed over, his face full of worry, "Master, are you going to break through the realm?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "I can break the realm at any time, but I still have a few things of true intent that have not been condensed into laws, so I am not in a hurry." ”

Since you want to go down all over the world to find the treasures of the five elements, at least you must merge with the fire attribute and the thunder attribute. As for the water attribute, as early as in the belly of Kun, Zhang Muliu cut off this road, and it is impossible to make a decision in this life.

In fact, Zhang Muliu's fire intent is much stronger than sword intent, and he and Li Qiushui both know what the water god is calculating.

Since ancient times, fire and water have been incompatible.

But Zhang Muliu didn't take this too seriously, what kind of bullshit dispute between fire and water?

Fang Cong was still worried, feeling that it was a bit bad for her own master to be like this, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhang Muliu turned around and looked at the upper reaches of Dadu under his feet, and said with a smile: "Is it the water god of this continent?"

As soon as the words fell, several giant dragons condensed by water transportation pulled a crystal cart slowly, and out of it came a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe and a purple and gold crown.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The sword immortal broke through the realm above my head, so I should say hello anyway." ”

Zhang Muliu clenched his fists slightly, and said indifferently: "I heard that there will be a river god to marry in the next few days? I just want to ask, Lord River God, what is the way to marry?"

The god of cutting rivers and water smiled and said indifferently: "Of course, the living person got on the sedan chair, and the soul entered the cave room." ”

A flaming long sword appeared out of thin air in the hand of a white-clothed man, and the tip of the sword was submerged in the water, and a terrifying sword intent surged with a great desecration undercurrent, and the endless fire intent boiled the water with fire, and the water level of the great desecration instantly dropped by more than a foot.

Zhang Muliu held his sword in both hands, squinted at it, and said with a smile: "I don't have a good temper today, you can try it, I am at your doorstep, can I kill you." ”

The river god's face was gloomy, as if the canopy of Banzhou was also gloomy with the river god's face. At the point where the river is about to enter the sea, a storm is coming.

The white-clothed young man suddenly withdrew his long sword and grinned, "Lord River God misunderstood, I was just joking with you." ”

The river god laughed and laughed angrily: "What a sword immortal, but am I joking with you?"

A Daomen female crown appeared out of thin air, facing the river god, and said coldly: "I don't want to joke either, but this river god has to be replaced." ”

The person who came was the first seat of the Si Kui Mountain Law Hall, Sun Ziru.

Zhang Muliu laughed, grabbed Fang Cong's sword and went east, ignoring the dispute here.

Thousands of miles to the east, there is an island comparable to the prosperity of the big city comes into view, the swordsman has not yet landed, and Lao Jiao is waiting in the air first.

The old man frowned, "I don't participate in your business, and you don't bother me with Qing Xiu, I'm just a scholar." ”

The young man in white flipped his cuffs, and a black-robed man was thrown into the sea of clouds.

"The seniors only need to answer, do you know about Luo Yu's collusion with the monster, and do you know where Zhuang Yu came from. ”

Lao Jiao sneered: "So compelling, it seems that the rumors are true!"

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and asked, "What kind of books did the seniors read? Let's sit down and talk about it, and compare the ranks?"

Lao Jiao snorted coldly and sneered: "It's a shame that you're still a scholar." ”

The young man turned his head to look at his eldest disciple, and said strangely: "Cong'er, do you say that this old-timer has not been beaten?"

When Fang Scallion heard the shallot, he immediately smiled and nodded.

Lao Jiao snorted coldly and was about to brush his sleeves away.

He didn't want to take this horse, not because he couldn't catch it, but because he didn't want to have any entanglement with this kind of person.

Who knew that the young man still didn't know how to advance or retreat, and said: "If you don't know about Luo Yu, I will only beat you, and if you know, I will cramp and peel your skin." ”

Lao Jiao turned around angrily and said with an angry smile: "I really don't know, but you can try to see who gets beaten first." ”

Zhang Muliu suddenly changed his smiling face, respectfully and respectfully, and said with a smile: "The seniors misunderstood, I just want to ask for a glass of water." ”

The old man ignored Zhang Muliu, turned around and left, and only said: "The poor land is all salt water, if the sword fairy doesn't dislike it, go and find it yourself." ”

When the old Jiao left, Zhang Muliu kept smiling on his face, and poured wine one by one.

Fang Cong pouted and said angrily: "This old-timer really hasn't been beaten. ”

But Zhang Muliu smiled and said: "He is more like a human being than most people." ”