After the old god disappeared, the torn hole in the sky slowly healed. The thunderstorm passed, but the clouds never dispersed, but there was no thunder, but the heavy rain was like a heavenly river pouring down, and the smashed lotus flowers shook non-stop, and the small pavilion tiles jingled.

I drank the south and the north and drank it undeservedly, and I couldn't wake up if I didn't sleep for two or three days. But the old man lying in the gazebo was too much space, so Yu Lianzhou waved his hand to conjure up a small but not small ferry. There are decks in the front and rear, and in the middle is a shipbuilding, which is only two floors.

According to Yu Lianzhou, there are 19 cabins in this ship, and it is no problem to carry 20 or 30 people. The most important thing is that this ship can travel across continents, which is Fei Lingyu, which is now slowly issuing a large number of immortal currency.

So the men were not in the pavilion and got on the ferry.

The first floor of the ship building is connected to each other, and only a few partition doors are in the middle. The whole is like a city gate hole with a square hole, but it is longer. The guys were well-titheed, with stoves and pans at one end and elegant at the other, a fence at the staircase of the cabin, and a tea-table in the rest.

The southern and northern tones were thrown into the cabin, and Zhang Muliu took the demon Ling to the shipbuilding, and when the little girl woke up, she could leave.

Bai Qilin has been chatting with Yu Lianzhou since he heard that this ship can withstand the wind at sea. The words all reveal the hard work of traveling far, and I don't know how many times I have to transfer to the ferry if I want to rush back to Shengshen Continent. He also said that Zhang Muliu had a fight in the moving mountain ferry, and if he went to the moving mountain ferry to take a boat, no one would necessarily sell tickets.

Zhang Muliu didn't hear it, but Bai Qilin was really grinding endlessly, and he couldn't help but asked, "Xiaobai, when did you become so thick-skinned, and you were so hard to ask someone to bring this boat?"

The white unicorn had already changed back to the appearance of a white deer, and at this moment he was lying on Zhang Muliu's shoulder, and said lightly: "I'm thick-skinned, don't you look at who I'm with all day?"

Zhang Muliu was speechless for a moment.

After talking for a long time, Yu Lianzhou sighed endlessly with Bai Qilin's words, and said one sentence in his mouth: "The predecessors are tired." ”

None of these two guys are thin-skinned, and one of them is extremely clear-spoken, just a layer of window paper. The other looked like he didn't understand, as if Bai Qilin was just complaining. Neither of the two guys wanted to pierce that last layer of skin.

Zhang Muliu couldn't stand it anymore, so he pretended to be surprised and said, "Xiaobai, why won't you be suppressed and cultivated when you go to that island?"

Bai Qilin pursed his lips and said lightly: "It's a holy lotus, I'm a holy beast, what can it suppress me?"

But what Yu Lianzhou wondered was why Zhang Muliu was not suppressed? Could it be that this guy was also a holy beast?

Although he couldn't hear the words in this Taoist's heart, the questions in his stomach seemed to be densely engraved on his face, and it was difficult for Zhang Muliu not to want to know.

"I know Senior Yu has doubts, but I don't understand them either. I actually landed on the shore honestly at the beginning, but after waiting for a while, nothing changed. Maybe it's because of You Fang! The seniors should be able to see that my sword is an innate sword. ”

The white unicorn kept slandering, and said in his heart that you have such a big god in your belly, and you frightened the true body of the ancient god when you shouted, what kind of Holy Lotus coercion would you be afraid of?

On this trip to Lianzhou Island, Zhang Muliu gained a lot. In addition to helping the little girl come back to life, You Fang finally washed off her black clothes and turned back into a bright mirror.

The young man sighed secretly, the sword has been washed, what about the heart?

Moreover, in the hundred years since then, there has been no woman in white and bare feet on the high seat in that Sword Pavilion.

Yu Lianzhou finally made tea, and for three thousand years here, there was no one to talk to earlier, so he could only cruise the lotus sea a day, brew a pot of tea, and draw a few lotus flowers.

It wasn't until later that there was a south-to-north tune, and this place seemed to have some life.

The scenery in everyone's eyes is different, Zhang Muliu doesn't like the complaints of the south and the north, but Yu Lianzhou feels nothing. It still varies from person to person!

The Taoist said with a smile: "Don't complain, not many people can do it." Even if you are a saint, there will always be things that make it unbearable. Therefore, whether to be resentful or not depends on a word of forbearance, and self-denial. The southern and northern tunes have been complaining endlessly for hundreds of years, and it is really unpleasant to watch, but when you turn your mind to see it, how can it not be a kind of addiction? No matter what, you must always see how it is in your mouth, in your heart, and in your hands, right?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and asked: "I understand the meaning of my predecessors, everything is difficult to distinguish between good and bad, just take Katsuji, I have actually heard someone tell a story." ”

"People with a good temper tend to be able to endure everything, but it is difficult to get angry. A person with a bad temper cannot bear everything and is very prone to anger. It's like a jar for boiling tea, both of which are dark tea pots, and the tea cans contain a lot of water, and the water boils very slowly, but it overflows soon after cooking. If the tea can contains less water, the water will boil very quickly, but because it is small, it will overflow for a long time. The same is true of people, there are people who can endure self-denial and rarely get angry, but once something makes them unbearable, the moment of their outburst is at hand. Because the more you load, the faster it overflows. Some people can't bear it, and they are angry about trivial things, but when they are angry, they are angry. Because it is small, it is difficult to overflow when it is full. ”

There is a saying in the door, and things must be reversed.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "However, the seniors have actually thought about it. You are right, there are many kinds of duplicity, there are honey-belly swords, and there are also knife-mouthed tofu hearts, but no matter what you think, it is true to make it under your hands. Mr. Xu has never met talents in his life, and it is right to complain, while the younger generation is not entangled in complaining, but complaining all the time. ”

Yu Lianzhou shook his head and sighed: "There are thousands of veins, dense like spider silk, the heads held are different, and the roots you see are different." You and I don't have to dwell on this matter anymore, after all, it's someone else's business, what qualifications do we have to judge?"

Zhang Muliu nodded, there are things in the world, and there are also things like cow hair, it is not easy to figure out yourself, let alone others.

The white unicorn on the side rolled his eyes and said in his heart, you people, you like to think about things and things, what's the use of thinking so much? It's not stupid and can't figure it out, and can't give an answer. Let's talk about the ferry.

But the white unicorn may not know, the answer that can't be found in the book will definitely be found on the road one day.

So this ancient divine beast that incarnated as a white deer transmitted Zhang Muliu's voice, and his words were extremely threatening, "I'll tell you! Even if this ship is robbed, I will take it away, anyway, you can watch it!"

Zhang Muliu sighed helplessly, looked at Yu Lianzhou, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Senior, we Xiaobai like this boat very much, can we buy it with you?"

The middle-aged Taoist took a sip of tea and laughed: "Don't you see, you are not only a scholar, but also a rich man?"

I saw the young man in white sneering, took out a spring from his arms, and said with a smile: "My predecessors have been here for three thousand years, and I may not know that there is also a common currency for monks in the outside world, and this spring coin is the most valuable monk's currency today, and it is estimated that only four border cities have issued it." ”

The young man's face was strange, and he said: "This money can buy me half of the way, do you say it's worth it?

The corners of Bai Qilin's mouth twitched, and his heart said that this guy was becoming more and more shameless.

Yu Lianzhou laughed, and also took out a coin from his arms that was exactly the same as the one Zhang Muliu held, and the aura contained was even stronger. Looking at the young man in white who wanted to make a hole and get in, he said lightly: "How did I not know that this thing is so valuable?" It's just that I didn't expect that these three versions of coins have only been issued now, and the template has been set three thousand years ago. I'm still your ancestor. Since it's so valuable, I'll give you another one and sell me your sword?"

Zhang Muliu kept laughing, shaking his head like a rattle.

Yu Lianzhou put away the spring, shook his head and smiled: "This boat will be given to you, but I have a request." My brother and I always have to find someone to inherit the boxing skills. You and that little girl, no matter who it is, have to swear to learn boxing, and I can give you this ferry. ”

The young man smiled bitterly, "Senior, I really don't dare to learn this boxing technique, whether you are willing to learn it or not, she has to wake up and decide for herself, I can't decide for her." ”

The thirteen-style boxing technique is indeed a good thing, it is secretly in line with yin and yang, and it is not heavy on form, and it is indeed a good match with Zhang Muliu.

But he can't learn, he has practiced swords in a daze, and now he is practicing boxing again? Besides, once he learns boxing, he Zhang Muliu has to admit that he is a disciple of Taoism.

Yu Lianzhou was puzzled: "You are obviously close to the Daomen, why don't you follow your heart and reject my Daomen?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, looked at the rain outside the boat, and said slowly: "Things are in order, the first word in my life was taught to me by an old gentleman." ”

This statement sounds a bit casual, but it is true, the first thing you encounter will always remember most clearly.

Yu Lianzhou had no choice but to say: "You kid is really a donkey's temper. I'll give you the boxing book, and when you think you can learn it, just learn it. But that little girl, don't let her just practice guns and fall into boxing. ”

The white unicorn on the side coughed, jumped onto the tea table and asked with a smile, "What about the boat?"

Yu Lianzhou sighed and said: "Give it to Senior Bai, otherwise if you rob it, I can't help it." ”

Xiao Bailu squatted on the table and laughed non-stop, praising him: "The little Taoist priest is really sensible!"

Compared with the white unicorn, Yu Lianzhou is indeed young and extremely young.

......

The ferry to Shengshen Continent suddenly seemed to be weighed down by some heavy object, and a young man in white with a white deer squatting on his shoulder with a little girl in black suddenly disappeared, and even the ferry formation was not damaged at all.

The ship's keeper was a monk of the Convergence Realm, and the ferry appeared on deck when it descended. But what can you do? It's not just that you can only wait for someone to leave and scold for a few words before stomping your feet. There are countless people who have been demerit in moving mountains, but there are really not many who have been demerit because of fighting, so it is difficult for Zhang Muliu not to be famous. The shipkeeper naturally knew that the young man who got off the boat halfway was not easy to mess with.

Two women dressed extremely coolly, flying around on the deck with clouds on their feet, each on their own side at this time, said to the passengers that it was not tight, this is to tease the big guy.

The shipkeeper turned to look at the female crown of the Daomen, who rolled his eyes and walked to the cabin in a huff. The shipkeeper said that he couldn't even look at it? What can I do to you at my age?

In fact, the boat keeper was just puzzled, how did this Daogu, who was also of different races in appearance and name, know that the young man was leaving the ferry?

Looks like I'm going to have to ask the unscrupulous sword-sama.

The boat keeper disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was at the door of Jiang Mohang's residence in the shipbuilding. He was about to raise his hand and knock on the door when a cold voice came from inside.

"What's the matter? It's not good to give two tickets for nothing? Do you have to ask who it is, and then go to the ventilator? Are you looking good when I am the name of the sword?"

The shipkeeper was frightened, and just wanted to explain, when the door in front of him suddenly opened left and right, and a big hand with condensed sword intent grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the room, and the portal closed by itself.

Jiang Mohang pinched the neck of the boat keeper with one hand and sneered: "Your Hedao realm is not a fart in my eyes. You take the money to do things, and I slap my face with a sword, that's it. ”

The boat keeper has really seen it at this time, and the famous Zhanbuzhou sword is really not easy to mess with. He even felt that as long as Jiang Mohang was willing, he would be able to enter the Merge Dao and re-enter the Refining Void in an instant.

Seeing that the young man in white had an indifferent face, the boat keeper hurriedly said: "Keep the sword in your hand, I didn't know that young man had anything to do with you." I have a very good personal relationship with an ancestor in the lower ancestor and the boiling noodle pond, and my realm of harmony came through the book of that senior. They only let me watch the young sword cultivator's deeds, it was just a trivial matter, and I agreed. ”

Jiang Mohang threw it against the wall, and the entire ferry shook again. The swordsman suddenly laughed, instantly went to the side of the boat keeper to help him up, and said softly: "Senior, don't be angry, I'm also for your good." You see, you don't even ask who caused the trouble before taking over the job, you know the tragic situation of cooking noodles, right? My junior brother did it! Of course, I was indispensable to help on the side. ”

The shipkeeper's face twitched, and he couldn't stop nodding. Unexpectedly, the man in white's expression changed again, and he waved his hand to slap the boatman to the other wall, and the ferry shook again.

The understatement of the slap, mixed with the terrifying sword intent of Yizhou Sword, did not hurt the skin at all, but the flesh under the skin was shredded by the sword intent.

This sword changed his face and did not lose the woman at all, and asked coldly at this moment: "You don't believe it?"

The shipkeeper hurriedly shook his head, his face in unbearable pain, but he did not dare to show the slightest pain.

Jiang Mohang changed his face again, took out a pill from his arms, stepped forward and opened the mouth of the middle-aged boat keeper and stuffed it in, and then said with a smile: "Oh! I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on these days, and my hands always don't obey." ”

The boat keeper smiled bitterly: "Please Jianzi give me a chance, I will never send any more news to the noodle pond." ”

Jiang Mohang smiled: "Again, do you mean that it has already been sent?"

When a pill is in the stomach, the face doesn't hurt anymore, but the young man in front of him who turns his face like a flip book is much more torturous than the pain in his face.

Jiang Mohang helped the boat keeper up, and carried the trembling middle-aged man to a seat, and the latter sat down tremblingly, but he didn't dare to sit down.

The boat keeper smiled bitterly, "What does Lord Kenzi want?"

The young man in white was very intimate, poured a bowl of tea and handed it to the boat keeper, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's that my junior brother will definitely have his own mountain after returning to his hometown, since you are in this business, then we can spend money to buy news from you?"

The shipkeeper's face was embarrassed, and Jiang Mohang's face changed again, so frightened that the shipkeeper in the realm of Hedao suddenly stood up. I only heard Jiang Mohang say lightly: "The piece in the middle of the two big desecrations, there is a place called Chi Mountain, the head of that mountain is the master of the house, surnamed Lu, do your predecessors know?"

The middle-aged man's face changed suddenly, and his lips trembled and he said: "Jiang Mohang!

Jiang Mohang smiled faintly, pressed the shoulder of the boat keeper, and said coldly: "If that big boss knows that you have this affair with the noodle boiling pool, what will you do?"

This boat keeper, whose real name is Lu Jianju.

He smiled bitterly and said, "What else can I do? Jianzi can do whatever he says! But you have to promise Lu, no matter what, you have to guarantee that my relatives and friends in Chi Shan will not get involved." ”

Jiang Mohang smiled, let go of Lu Jianju's shoulder, turned his back to the boat keeper, and said indifferently: "With my Jiang Mohang's means, I can't keep your little hill? ”

The young man in white had a gloomy face at the moment, and waved his hand to signal Lu Jianju to leave, and after Lu Jianju left, the teacup in his hand was suddenly pinched into dust.

Jiang Mohang said to himself: "There are some things I haven't seen, it doesn't mean I don't know." The junior brother has to ask for an explanation for his hometown, and I have to ask the master for an explanation. ”

Thirteen years ago, Jiang Mohang was already a sixteen-year-old young man, and he worshipped Mr. Ma as his teacher when he was born.

So Jiang Mohang remembered that the master was suave at the earliest, carrying a long sword on his back, although he didn't like to drink like himself, but he also had an unstoppable sword fairy demeanor. When I saw Mr. Ma again at the age of sixteen, that person was extremely sloppy, and he no longer carried a sword, as if he didn't even have a sword heart.

If you don't talk about being a master, you don't care if you are an apprentice?

Sooner or later, Zhang Muliu will have to talk to the so-called immortals who hide in the depths and only treat people as pawns.

And he, Jiang Mohang, will find out some people sooner or later, and use a sword to speak for his master.

Le Qing came here in an instant, and when he saw Jiang Mohang's face gloomy like water, he quipped: "It's like a sword at this time!"

Jiang Mohang stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, turned into a smile and asked, "Uncle Le Qing will really go to Liang Country and press the little emperor for the formation?"

Le Qing rolled her eyes, and said in her heart that this guy turned his face faster than a woman.

"Zhang Xiaozi was named a free king by the little emperor of Liang State, although he didn't take any benefits, but he also had to help do something! What's more, the person who woke me up hasn't shown up yet, I have to be a bait, right?"

The young man in white didn't answer Le Qing's question, but he laughed to himself, and his smile was extremely sinister.

"I remember, there is a Xiaoyao Mountain, which was robbed of the name of the seventy-two blessed land a few years ago, and now it seems to be used as a backyard for cultivating monks by the Queen Mother of Liang State?"

A man and a dog looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "That Xiaoyao Mountain is now in the territory of Hongdu." ”

......

Lianzhou Island is still stormy, and a small ferry boat seems to be floating on the sea, but in fact it is hovering in the air and will never touch the lotus flowers. In the distance, there is no more light on the top of the island.

A little girl in a pink skirt suddenly opened her eyes and looked left and right, the room was dark, and the host was not there. She wanted to wave her hand to light the lamp, but she waved her arms a few times, but there was no movement at all.

Demon Ling cried and mourned, and had worked hard for three hundred years of hard practice, but now there was nothing left.

The little girl lifted the quilt, went down to the ground barefoot, pushed the door open, looked left and right, and saw that there was a staircase going down, so she ran down the ship.

After the little girl in the pink skirt went downstairs, she saw two people sitting and drinking tea, shouted and ran over, jumped and climbed onto Zhang Muliu.

Zhang Muliu pretended to be surprised, stretched out his finger and poked Demon Ling's cheek, and said suspiciously: "Hey, how can the little Demon Ling's face be soft? The lotus incarnation should be like a lotus root, and it should be crisp, and in the future, when Demon Ling is hungry, just gnaw on herself." ”

The little girl rolled her eyes, stretched out her finger and poked Zhang Muliu's cheek, and said in surprise: "Hey! Why is the face of the rice master so soft? Aren't the sword immortals very resistant to fighting? But it's okay, the meat is compact, and you can carry hunger." ”

Yu Lianzhou and Bai Qilin were amused and laughed.

Zhang Muliu held down the little head of the demon Ling and shook it vigorously a few times, the little girl's eyes rolled a few times, and she said that she was dizzy, and hugged Zhang Muliu's arm tightly and was unwilling to let go.

Bai Qilin asked with a smile: "The little girl is now a big living person again, does she feel different?"

As soon as Demon Ling heard this, she immediately pursed her mouth, closed her eyes and muttered: "As soon as I say this, I will be angry! My Demon Ling Great Ghost King, oh no, now I can't even call the Great Ghost King, I have been practicing hard for three hundred years, and I haven't even eaten anyone, so I have the Yuanying realm that can't help but fight, and I almost leaked my breath with a sword for the master of the meal." It's okay now, I've become a mortal little girl, and I can't wave my hand to light the lamp. ”

Zhang Muliu glared and said, "Do you still remember this grudge?"

The little girl opened her eyes and smiled, saying that she didn't hold grudges or didn't hold grudges.

Zhang Muliu shook his head, stretched out his hand to wipe the dust on the feet of the demon ling, conjured a pair of white shoes and socks in his hand, put them on the little girl and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if the cultivation is gone, let's go back to cultivation again, the most important thing is that the little demon Ling can grow into a big girl in the future." In the future, there will definitely be a guy who likes Demon Ling very much, and he wants to marry you as a daughter-in-law!"

The little girl blushed and said angrily, "Why is it so far?"

Then she cried and said, "The bracelet my mother gave me is gone, and my little stone with food storage is gone, and now Youling is a poor bastard." ”

Zhang Muliu opened his hand slightly, and a silver spear appeared in his hand, and suddenly it became the size of chopsticks again.

The young man smiled: "This is a gift of rebirth for you, but you can follow me for thousands of years." ”

Before the little girl could ask a question, Yu Lianzhou looked sluggish, her eyes widened and she asked, "How many thousand years?" But I see that you are only twenty years old at most?

Demon Ling nodded in agreement and muttered, "It turns out that the master of the meal is also an old monster who is thousands of years old. ”

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and pinched Demon Ling's nose, and said to Yu Lianzhou: "There are some adventures, which add up to more than three thousand years old, and my predecessors have been here for three thousand years, so I am still young." ”

The white qilin coughed, older than my age, I am much older than you combined.

It seems that for women, being old is not a good thing, so the white unicorn didn't make a sound.

The little girl didn't like sheep's horn-like hair, so she dismantled the two big balls randomly, pinched a strand of hair casually, and used the extremely small gentian in Zhang Muliu's hand as a hairpin, and then jumped to the ground and ran to the deck to get drenched in the rain.

After a while, he ran back, wet, pouted and said, "It seems to be a person again, and it doesn't make a difference in the rain!"

Youling was actually very happy because she didn't disappoint the chef.

......

After all, the ferry boat was taken away by Zhang Muliu and turned into the size of a walnut, looking small and exquisite. Yu Lianzhou didn't want money, but Zhang Muliu still forced a spring, saying that this was bought, and he felt at ease.

Yu Lianzhou looked strange and said: "This ship can indeed cross continents, but ...... It's much more expensive than the big ferry, because at the beginning of the design, it was powered by spring coins. And you can't drive for a long time, so you can only rest at every overseas island. The good thing is that this boat is much faster than the average big ferry. You stick to the islands outside Mount Meru and go to Shengshen Continent, and you should be able to get there in a month. ”

Zhang Muliu sighed and said, "Fortunately, there is a rich senior brother. ”

Jiang Mohang gave a cloth bag, which was full of springs, at least three hundred pieces.

Out of Lianzhou Island, Zhang Muliu was taken aback.

After staying on Lianzhou Island for so long, it seemed like only a moment had passed when I came out.

It was the second half of the night when I went, and the last quarter moon was still the same.

Bai Qilin said lightly: "Maybe this Lotus Boat Island is not in this world, so it is different from this child." ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't figure it out, so he could only comfort himself with this reason first.

I didn't go back to Zizhou Island, nor did I say goodbye to Chen Xueyang. The young man who died in Luoyang City will have his own way.

So there was a white-clothed sword, a white deer squatting on his shoulder, and a little girl in a pink skirt in his arms, all the way to the northernmost part of the thousand boats.

As expected, the southernmost island is called Cangzhou, and the northernmost island is called Lianzhou.

After going out of the boat, he went to sea for thousands of miles, and he sacrificed the ferry boat near the place where Gangfeng was. But you don't have to drive hard, the disadvantage of this ship is that it costs money, and the advantage is that you spend money to buy peace of mind, and give an island location according to the map of the mountains and seas, and it will sail to that place on its own.

The island I am about to go to has a very interesting name, called Gutuo Island.

The little girl is now alive, but she is different from ordinary living people. Ordinary people are souls in their skins, but Demon Ling, now the body is the soul, and it can also be said that he is a person without a soul.

Demon Ling is still in the previous room, reborn, an ordinary little girl, of course she will be very sleepy. Zhang Muliu didn't want to force Demon Ling to re-cultivate, so he had to wait for the little girl to practice boxing and gun when she wanted to.

Bai Qilin also ran to the cabin, not knowing what he was tinkering with, so Zhang Muliu was left alone at this moment.

There was a white-clad man sitting cross-legged on the deck, his sword on his knees looking at the sky, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly: "It's hard to be idle, it's hard to be idle." ”