After a basket was smashed, Fang Onion went to Zhang Muliu's side with a big grin, anyway, wearing the identity of Sister Chi, what are you afraid of?

When Zhang Muliu said that, Fang Cong immediately looked at the good-looking young man with a dark face, and said in a deep voice: "Find a place for that fat woman?",

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and knocked Fang Onion's head, and said with a straight face: "How do you speak? This is your Uncle Mo." ”

He Zhang Muliu is really used to this move, but he forgot that at this time, he is showing people in the shape of Chi Huang, and when he raises his hand and knocks it, it always makes people feel weird.

Uncle Mo was so frightened that the young man in white hurriedly waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "But don't, I'm really not young, but I can't say an uncle!"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and turned his head to look at the young man in brocade clothes wearing a basket. There are already a lot of people around to see the excitement, and they all praise this beautiful girl's kung fu. The young man in brocade is not a nameless junior, in this river and lake, at least he is also the middle and upper reaches of the group, but even so, he still gives the girl who looks ordinary, a basket of seven meat and eight vegetables.

The brocade-clothed young man hadn't reacted at this moment, staring straight at Chi Chun's appearance Fang Onion, and said in disbelief: "When did you know martial arts?"

After a question, this scoundrel-like Jianghu man woke up like a big dream, gritted his teeth and said: "I know, the old immortal passed on his martial arts to you, no wonder!"

Seeing that more and more people were gathering, Zhang Muliu walked over and said coldly: "Okay, I will take your life on the fifth day of the fifth month of May, and enjoy the remaining days." ”

After saying that, he turned his head, and forgave the man and didn't dare to entangle anymore.

Zhang Muliu put his arms around the shoulders of the man in white and laughed: "Master Mo, I have found an errand, and I am a guest at a scholar's house, so go have a drink with me?"

The young man smiled bitterly, and said in his heart, How did this person become like this? Zhang Muliu, who had seen Ohnozawa before, was completely the same person!

Fang Cong turned his head and glared at the brocade-clothed young man, frightening the man to retreat straight back, then smiled and hugged Zhang Muliu's arm, pushed the white-clothed young man away, and pouted: "Let's go back first, otherwise our son-in-law would be angry." ”

As they were about to leave the square, the blind man came and stopped the three of them. Zhang Muliu learned from Chi Huang, pouted his mouth and asked, "This Taoist with bad eyes, is there something wrong?"

The blind Taoist smiled slightly, and said softly: "Go back and tell that son, but don't take my words seriously." ”

Zhang Muliu squinted at the blind man, and with a sigh, he led the man in white to Mawei Alley.

The young man said, "Is there a heavy treasure in this place?" These individuals don't look like they came out of the top of the sect, they are more like a group of scattered cultivators!"

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, "Don't talk about this, let's say my real name first." ”

The man smiled: "Mo Ming." ”

There were no more words along the way, and when he arrived at the innermost house in Mawei Lane, Zhang Muliu stepped in, and his body and face returned to normal, but he was no longer dressed in white, but changed into a green shirt.

Beckoning Mo Ming to sit at the stone table, Zhang Muliu smiled and said, "So, you have escaped from marriage so far?"

Fang Scallion had already taken out Qingbai and began to practice the sword, the sword box was wide open, and You Fang lay flat in it.

Mo Ming sighed endlessly, very helpless, "It's not all thanks to Zhang Gongzi." ”

The young man in a green shirt couldn't stop laughing, took a small sip of the wine gourd with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand suddenly, and You Fang instantly broke through the air.

Zhang Muliu put You Fang on Mo Ming's shoulder, smiled, and asked indifferently, "Why are you here?"

What kind of bullshit is forced by the elders to deceive the ghosts? When Mu Qiushan is completed, can there be one person from your Mo clan? I want the Mo clan to go to Mu Qiushan, I Zhang Muliu don't want any gifts from you, I just want the little girl's family to come and see her.

But in the past year or so, has Mo been to a person?

Mo Ming smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Our Mo clan is divided into two veins, and I am the one that occupies the ancestor." But the ancestor and the head of the family turned into stone statues one after another, and my vein was forced to have no way out, and I also escaped from the clan. ”

When You Fang approached, Mo Ming even felt that terrifying sword intent, although he was one level higher than Zhang Muliu, but under this swordsman with a bad reputation, he didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

Mo Ming had no choice but to say: "Believe it or not, that's the way it is." At most, I can only tell you that Xiao Miao Miao will be the master of Zhongxing in our Mo lineage. ”

Zhang Muliu poured another sip of wine, and with a slight force in his hand, he pressed Mo Ming's right shoulder, "How can you believe what you call me? Why did you find me? Do you know how many people are looking for me? If you want to say that two months ago, someone could figure out that I was in Douhanzhou, I believe it, but now, even if you are the most powerful hexagram master of the Mo clan, can you find me where?"

After the scarf is tied, there is no longer even that feeling of peeping, no matter how powerful the hexagram master is, is it better than those old shameless ancient gods?

Mo Ming wanted to raise his shoulders, but he couldn't do it after making a lot of effort, and when he insisted on lifting it, countless sword qi would invade his body, and he would be miserable.

The handsome young man was helpless in his heart, this guy was really like the legend earlier, he would cut people if he didn't agree with him?

Mo Ming raised his hands and sighed: "It's a move, take the sword back, can I take it?"

The green-shirted swordsman threw the long sword casually and stuck it straight into the door of the backyard, and a man with a knife on his back walked out with a sneer, scratched his head and said: "I said that you are a peerless master, and you still don't admit it, but now I can see it all." Telekinesis! Oh my God! I've only heard of it. ”

Fang Cong rolled her eyes, she had already found this guy, but the master didn't speak, so she just didn't find out.

But this man is too ignorant, right? Brainless? I've seen it, and he actually says what kind of peerless martial arts it is.

Zhang Muliu didn't pay attention to him, just gave Fang Cong a look, the girl suddenly understood, walked over and lifted Chi Huang, turned around and threw it into the backyard, then clapped her hands and went back to continue practicing swords.

And the green-shirted swordsman stretched out his hand slightly, and You Fang flew again.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "What about waiting for food?"

Mo Ming shook his head helplessly and said: "What I told you before is true, but now there is a rumor in the world, saying that you Zhang Muliu is a person who sells fame and reputation, and he worships a good master, and with a little ability, he is extremely arrogant and domineering." The people in the clan feel that such a person is not worthy of entrusting Xiao Miaomiao. ”

The young man in a green shirt smiled slightly, and was about to pick up You Fang again. Mo Ming hurriedly said: "You haven't changed your face and body shape along the way, it's very easy to find you." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, he had indeed always intended to leave footprints for people, in order to leave clues for the people of Zhebi Mountain. But no one expected that they would get you a monk of the Tribulation. And with Gaoyang Mo's means, finding yourself is a matter of spending more money and more effort.

"Is Brother Mo interested in the treasures in this place? Let's go together to grab the treasures, and when the time comes, I will be ninety percent and you will take half of it." Changing his face is like turning a book, Zhang Muliu is already thinking about partnering with this Mo Ming.

It's just that this half is really embarrassed to say it.

Mo Ming's expression suddenly became serious, and he said softly: "Are you seriously injured? I have good medical skills, otherwise I will show you?"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, he will change his way to scold people, but who do you want to share?

"If you want to talk about alchemy, you are not as good as me!"

After being silent for a while, Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Miao Miao, you don't have to worry, the White Deer Cave, it won't be bad, and then a female master will be trained for your Mo Clan, so you can have fun." ”

But Mo Ming didn't have Zhang Muliu's relaxed expression, "Not to mention whether the female master will cause criticism from the world, I guess that if the ancestor and the head of the family in Jiazi can't return to the clan, someone in the clan will forcibly bring her back." ”

The young man in the green shirt sneered and said indifferently: "It's really not that I look down on your Mo family, let's give you a thorough understanding." Kuanglu buried that old man Tao, you don't know it, right? Miao Miao is his personal disciple. I also have a person here who can be used as half of the robbery to protect the little girl. And, as long as the cave master doesn't let him go, you'll just stare dryly. ”

There is one more thing that is not said, under the nose of the mother, who can do Mo Miaomiao?

Besides, among the scholars in the world, who is not stubborn and wants to die, and who is gentle and elegant, the world should really be a scholar with a good temper?

In the courtyard in the back, Chi Huang didn't dare to eavesdrop, the young Zhang Gongzi who looked at him was a peerless master and didn't run away, regardless of whether he was willing to accept himself as an apprentice, just to see this kind of person, he Chi Huang was already very happy.

This house has a total of three yards, Zhang Muliu and Fang Cong have always been in the front yard, and the backyard is a garden view, with a rockery pond and a water pavilion. Those nagging fish had already poured the onions into the pond, saying that they had fattened and fried, so a group of fish ate less and less.

A white-clothed doppelganger walked out of the backyard, and Chi Huang asked dumbfounded as if he had seen a ghost: "How did Childe go to the backyard?" ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, said that he met a gangster outside today, and asked the big yellow dog if he was here to watch the yard.

The man with the knife immediately lowered his face, not knowing what to think in his heart.

Zhang Muliu spoke again, and said with a smile: "I do have some slight effort, and if I put it in this radius of thousands of miles, I should be invincible in the world." It's just that I don't know the reason for the matter, how can I help people?"

Chi Huang smiled bitterly and whispered: "The sins I did have to be returned to others, I actually didn't want to win at all." If I did, I wouldn't necessarily lose. ”

Zhang Muliu had already taken off the wine gourd, and it seemed that he was ready to listen to the story.

The man with the knife smiled helplessly, and said softly: "I worshipped my teacher when I was a child with my sister, because my sister didn't like to practice martial arts, so I didn't have kung fu, and my father and mother were gone when I was more than ten years old, so I was taken care of by the master." The man you met was my master's son. ”

Chi Huang sighed and wanted to reach out to get Zhang Muliu's wine gourd, but he took out a pot of wine for Zhang Muliu alone, and the middle-aged man picked it up and poured it down.

"In the past, I was young and frivolous, and I caused a lot of trouble, and my master wiped my buttocks. Two years ago, I don't know which enemy went to find us, and wiped out our faction, only our brothers and sisters and Qian Yun escaped, and I still didn't find the enemy in the past two years, but I knew that it must be me who harmed, Qian Yun and I agreed to fight to the death, but I just wanted to avenge my parents. ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, it's okay to say this, but looking at Qian Yun's face, it's a little different from what Chi Huang said.

"Then death is death, and the real enemy is gone?"

Chi Huang smiled bitterly: "I haven't found it for two years, and I can't find it." A fire burned cleanly, and there was not a trace left. ”

Zhang Muliu, who was clothed in white, nodded, "I feel guilty, it's good to be beaten, I'll save your life, and then look for the murderer." ”

After saying that, he left and went straight to the front yard.

On the other side of the stone table, a white rainbow swept over and coincided with Zhang Muliu, and it was still a green-shirted swordsman sitting here.

At this moment, Mo Ming sighed non-stop, this trip is really a big loss!

He said in his heart, it's only been more than a year, how can this wooden stream change so much?

That night, Zhang Muliu was wearing a green shirt with a sword, and Mo Ming was dressed in a wide white coat with fluttering sleeves, and the two entered the City Lord's Mansion together to meet the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.

This canal city is the largest city within a radius of thousands of miles, and the city lord's mansion is naturally not small, and it has a fight with the palaces of small countries in the world.

The two of them hid without confusion, and went to the council hall of the city lord's mansion first, and stepped in, both of them wanted to curse.

I saw that in this so-called council hall, a golden dragon chair was high up, and it was clearly a court!

Could it be that this alliance leader is preparing to open the country?

Just as he was about to leave, a middle-aged man suddenly walked over, dressed in a black robe, with gold dragons embroidered with gold thread on the front and back. The martial arts alliance leader walked straight to the dragon chair, slowly sat down, took a deep breath, and kept smiling on his face.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Brother Mo, the two of us are here today!"

A blind Taoist appeared out of thin air, looking at the middle-aged man on the high seat, and unabashedly sneered.

"Master Sima is really calculating! Old Taoist, I'm ashamed of myself. The blind man sneered.

The leader of the Sima Zhuo Alliance bowed his head slightly, looked at the blind Taoist, and smiled constantly, "Why did Daoist Liu say this? You take your treasure, and I, Sima Zhuo, open my country, have nothing to do with the two, right?"

The two young people in the small world glanced at each other, and Mo Ming chuckled: "I originally wanted to see if this person was a wolf or a dog, but I didn't expect to see not only a wolf, but also an embarrassment, which was really not in vain." ”

Zhang Muliu laughed, "Yes, I told you, come with me, it's definitely fun." ”

The blind Liu Daoren was just a Yuan Infant realm, so he naturally didn't have the ability to find Zhang Muliu and Mo Ming, and Sima Zhuo was just a mortal martial artist.

The Taoist surnamed Liu was amazed and sneered: "I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have never seen such a brazen person." It's just that you want an empty glove white wolf, do you have that ability?"

Sima Zhuo smiled: "I really don't have the ability. ”

I saw that the alliance leader turned his head to look at a clearing, and a black-robed man appeared out of thin air, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of black smoke swept the blind Taoist to the ground.

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse, and his tone was quite flat: "Then do you think I have the ability?"

Zhang Muliu couldn't help but take another sip of wine, turned his head and asked, "You are good-looking, tell me what's going on?"

Mo Ming endured it again and again, and finally couldn't help it, "I said that my surname is Zhang, although I can't beat you, but you don't have such a bully, right?

Zhang Muliu laughed and said that he was telling the truth, so let's watch it first.

Zhang Muliu has always felt that the treasure will not be an ordinary thing, it can affect a place for thousands of years, how scary should it be?

Mo Ming seemed to know what Zhang Muliu was thinking, and sighed helplessly: "Do you really think that there are so many great monks in this world? ”

Zhang Muliu also shook his head and smiled, because what Mo Ming said was right. Although there are many cultivators in this world, they are not running all over the place, and most of the strongest people on the bright side are just a realm of refinement, and the monks of the Harmony Dao are almost already monks who are only one step away from ascending to the sky. Just like sword cultivation, once you enter the refining void, you can be truly called a sword immortal. ，

After pouring another sip of wine, Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "They all say that I have poor qualifications and I don't see it, but now that I look at it, I still make a living, right?"

Mo Ming didn't even want to pay attention to him, isn't this scolding?

The blind Taoist slowly got up and sneered at the black-robed man, "Sima Zhuo didn't say where I came from? I'd like to see if you can take the treasure and open the country smoothly. ”

After finishing speaking, he left in an instant, Sima Zhuo looked at the black-robed man, and said puzzledly: "Isn't it in vain to let people go like this?"

The black-robed man said hoarsely: "Do you really think that only someone from the south of the Chen country came?"

As he spoke, he suddenly looked in the direction where Zhang Muliu was, Mo Ming was puzzled in his heart, and asked, "He is just a monk of the Harmony Dao, and he is not an orthodox monk of the Three Sects, can he find us?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and pointed behind him, and a young man appeared out of thin air in the direction he was pointing.

It's fucking hilarious.

The young man only said, "My master invited Mr. Luo to go and said that he wanted to talk to you." ”

The black-robed man nodded slightly, and then went.

Zhang Muliu disappeared in an instant, and the two returned to the house in Mawei Lane, and Fang Cong had been waiting for a long time.

Mo Ming stopped talking, and Fang Cong didn't say anything when he saw that his master's brows were furrowed tightly.

Zhang Muliu felt a little strange, strange and strange.

It stands to reason that the highest realm of these treasure hunters is only the way of harmony, Zhang Muliu is absolutely sure that he will take the treasure into his pocket, but when he went to take a look tonight, he found that things were not so simple.

Now there are at least three forces competing for the treasures, the blind Taoist should be the monk of the Chen Kingdom in the south, and the black-robed man, the demon monk, is in the realm of the Dao. There is also a person who has not shown his head, and he should also be a monk of the Harmony Dao. Who were the two foundation-building monks, the old man with the pigeon on his shoulder, and the blacksmith?

The most incomprehensible thing for Zhang Muliu was the blacksmith.

The green-shirted swordsman left in an instant, leaving Mo Ming and Fang Cong standing still.

Mo Ming was puzzled: "Why did your master go?"

Fang Cong smiled, "I don't know where to go, but ah, he must have thought of something, go see if it's as he thinks." ”

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

Chen Xinzuo went to Zhuolu with Xu Wanhe during the New Year, and I don't know what method this kid used, the foolish old man got on the thief ship and went to Chang'an City, and opened a separate column for Song Guo to spread the news of the new policy and various officialdom.

Since the beginning of this year, under the leadership of Shi Pingtong, Chen Xinzuo's reading book has been officially named "Newspaper". It is subdivided into two kinds, one is run by the government, which is called the official newspaper, and the like the Shenzhou joke is called a private newspaper or miscellaneous newspaper.

In fact, in addition to these two, there is also a kind of circulation among monks, called Di Bao.

Moreover, Chen Xinzuo was not the first person to pioneer this matter, as early as hundreds of years ago, in the prosperous era of great unification, there was the birth of such official newspapers. However, it is only circulated in the government, and the world rarely sees it. How many officials from all over the country were stationed in the capital to pass on the recitals, which were called the Jinjuan Yuanbao or the palace officials' reports.

Therefore, now the official name is "newspaper", which is not out of nowhere.

Under the leadership of Xiao Qiufu and Song Liang, the official newspaper took the lead in popularizing the world, followed by various private newspapers. The Shenxian Di newspaper is mainly sold in various Xianjia wine shops and inns, and various ferries.

The first news after the opening of the Shenxian Mansion newspaper was titled "Zhang Muliu is really a person who sells fame and reputation". There are also various small divisions below, and there are "Zhanbuzhou Jianzi Jiang Mohang's big beating over Shenzhou Qifeng." "Also" Scholar Yue Ran and Qiu Xuancong went to Doubing City together. ”

In short, this front-page newspaper is very eye-catching, and I am not afraid that no one will buy it.

The monks' shops and ferries everywhere did not give money the first time, but tried to make money first. It's just that from the second time, they will rush to buy and make the difference.

In Jinling City, Zhang Lan and Chen Xinzuo walked side by side, and the young man was full of smiles, feeling that he had finally done something for his hometown.

Zhang Lan said with a smile: "The mountain lord keeps the peaks without a name, but he keeps them for you." ”

Chen Xinzuo secretly stuffed Zhang Lan with a Qiankun bag, and said: "I have already agreed with my eldest brother that this mansion will report that Song Liang and Xiao Qiu Mansion each have one percent, and the rest will be ours." ”

This bag of money and springs is not a few, which can be regarded as a solution to the urgent need.

Zhang Lan smiled slightly, "The mountain master said that our mountain head is not in a hurry to expand now, and we will fight steadily first, so that others can't push it down." ”

This middle-aged man, who has the status of a disciple in both the public loser and the Mo family, began to regard Mu Qiushan as his own family.

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

Dressed in a green shirt with a long sword on his back, he walked straight to the iron shop, and the old man with a gray pigeon squatting on his shoulder seemed to have closed the stall, and then squatted in the chaotic stall to eat.

The blacksmith is a rake today, hammer after hammer, and he does not want to be distracted at all.

Zhang Muliu stood a zhang away and waited, and the old gray pigeon in the distance sat on the bench after eating three bowls in a row, blowing dry tobacco and laughing non-stop.

Half an hour had passed, and the blacksmith put down his hammer, took off the white cloth hanging around his neck, and wiped his sweat. After that, he looked at Zhang Muliu and asked with a smile, "What is this swordsman doing?"

The old man with the pigeon squatting on his shoulder spoke first, "You blacksmith is clumsy, you are obviously playing the scabbard!"

Zhang Muhuan turned his head to look at the man, and instantly opened his mouth.

After turning around, he smiled and said, "Make a calculation." ”