A circle of small fish was thrown into the fish tank with black scale carp for Fang Onion, originally thought that these small fish would definitely be startled by the big carp that did not slip into the autumn, but after putting it in, I realized that this big carp was just looking big, and it turned out to be a coward. Drove a group of talking fish into a corner, but they didn't resist.

Fang Cong said that Sun Daogu was very stingy when she saw it, why did you want to consume your vitality to help them refine the pill? It's okay to give the stupid Huanrui alchemy, why give it to others?

The young man just smiled and said, "Then I took 30% of the wine from other people's wine jars, and don't give people some compensation?"

Don't look at it as just three percent aura, but it's all five elements aura. Not only did it greatly stabilize Zhang Muliu's injuries, but even the cracks and fine lines of the Yuan Infant were repaired a lot.

The most important thing is that that realization gave Zhang Muliu an opportunity to find another way.

That day, he practiced boxing in the courtyard, and inadvertently coincided with the strange situation he realized when he was a child, so that Zhang Muliu found an extremely heavy mind but not a heavy shape, both fists and swords. If you have a sword in your heart, your shot is sword energy, and if you have a fist in your heart, your shot is your fist intent.

In this way, even if he Zhang Muliu still can't become a real sword cultivator within a few years, he still has a way to just follow You Fang without confusion and cut out the sword qi and sword intent that is not inferior to anyone.

The girl pursed her lips, diverted the topic, and said with a smile: "Then can we go north?" There is a place in the northeast that is a good place where there are only people in the rivers and lakes and no monks, let's also go and be heroes." ”

That strange place, of course Zhang Muliu heard about it. The place is not big, but in the entire radius, there is no place where the aura can be condensed within a thousand miles, so there are no monks.

The aura of heaven and earth is everywhere, but there is only a thick and thin one. But not all places are similar to Zhanbuzhou, a bowl of water is extremely flat.

There are no monks, only ordinary martial artists and knights, but there is no mountain similar to the landscape next to it, which helps to gather spiritual energy. So much so that the people in that place seem to have a legend about the monks.

In the same way, that large area is a thousand miles in circumference, and few monks are born, but once there are seedlings who can practice and go out to the outside world, they will never go back.

In that place, on the whole, there was no law at all, but each city had its own rules, and its own court similar to the entrance of the yamen. There will be a martial arts conference in this place every ten years, and the elected martial arts alliance leader can command the world.

Those cities are also served by the famous martial arts celebrities as the city lords. Becoming the lord of the city is equivalent to the princes of the feudal domain, and if you want to live for the ordinary people, most of the cities have places similar to the yamen, but the so-called public court, presiding over justice is only based on human nature, good and evil.

Zhang Muliu felt that this was not good.

There is a distance of about 10,000 miles to the north, in fact, Douhanzhou is seen from the Kanyu map, like looking at a bowl buckled down on the side. The northernmost side protrudes out of it, and each thing has a sharp corner. Therefore, since Si Kuizong went to that place in the rivers and lakes, it was actually not far. The Haigui Mountain is in the middle of this bowl, and the only dynasty in this Douhan Continent is a little east of the bowl.

Zhang Muliu was not in a hurry, he still practiced swords with countless illusory figures, and Fang Shallot was miserable, not only did he have to take a sword step by step, but he was also pasted with a talisman by Zhang Muliu, making Fang Scallion seem to be carrying a hill forward. And the guy who turned into a black-hearted swordsman again didn't allow Fang Onion to step on the road footprints.

Therefore, the journey was extremely slow, although sometimes Zhang Muliu would carry Fang Onion Imperial Sword, but by the time they reached the place in the northeast, a full month had passed.

In May, the weather will warm up, and now in mid-April, the snowflakes have finally fallen less, only the towering mountain top is still covered with a layer of white top, and the flowers and plants in ordinary places have begun to change color, and occasionally it will rain.

There was a white-clothed scholar who took a young girl to shelter from the rain under a tree, and the young man was flipping through a copy of "Heavenly Work", which was given by Song Fengxin. And Fang Onion is carrying a long box, and at first glance he is a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, and he is heroic.

The rain finally subsided, and soon a strong wind blew, and the clouds were driven aside, and the sickly sun sprinkled a touch of light, and some small puddles on the road refracted the sunlight, contrasting with the slow dripping water droplets in the forest, and there was a wonderful scenery that was not easy to detect.

Suddenly, he heard a sound in the distance, and Zhang Mu turned his head to look, and it turned out to be a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face driving the ox cart forward.

Zhang Muliu was strange, this person didn't look like a monk, let alone a martial artist, why did he always feel weird?

The middle-aged man was dressed in a robe, sitting in the front of the car and waving a whip, and the thin scalper groaned and buried himself in pulling the cart. There was a little girl next to the man who wore a big hat, which could be used as an umbrella.

The little girl frowned, looking at the bamboo baskets on the cart, as if she was extremely distressed.

If you have saved persimmons for more than a month, you will definitely drop a few points in price if you are drenched in the rain.

Zhang Muliu hurriedly went over to stop the ox cart, smiled on his face, and asked: "This gentleman, I am a scholar from outside, I have traveled far here, I am lost, and I want to ask how to go to Qucheng." ”

The one shouted and laughed, stopped the ox cart and scratched his head and said: "Little sir, don't call me sir, I'm just a big boss, and the words I know in this life are my own name, but I can't afford you to say a word of sir." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and changed his voice to be a big brother.

Only then did the man say: "This little gentleman from a foreign country is thinking about going to see the martial arts conference in Qucheng, right? I am also thinking about pulling persimmons to sell, just all the way, if you don't dislike it, let's just go together." ”

The young man was overjoyed, hurriedly took off the cage, took out a few pieces of oil cake from it, and gave a piece to the man and the little girl, and then said with a smile: "I have run out of money, go to the place to exchange some money for my belongings, and then give it to you, there is still dry food with me, this big brother must not dislike it." ”

The man ate more than half of the oil cake, and then handed it to the little girl in the back, saying that Daddy was not hungry, and this half was for Xiaocui to eat.

Zhang Muliu glanced at Fang Cong, who turned his back, took out two oiled paper bags from his small purse, then turned his head, handed them to the little girl, rubbed her little head, and said with a smile: "Your name is Xiaocui, right? Eat slowly, there are still delicious foods here." ”

The young man also handed another oiled paper bag wrapped in roast chicken to the middle-aged man, and said in a very low voice: "Big brother, we have a lot to eat, so you can eat it with confidence." To tell you the truth, the scholar I brought with me was born in Orion, and he has some kung fu, and he can hunt a pheasant or something halfway. ”

The middle-aged man couldn't refuse, so he had to let his daughter thank Zhang Muliu and the others, then wiped a handful of tears, and said softly: "Don't hide it from Mr. Xiao, our family is almost unable to open the pot, the child is seriously ill, and the family's money has long been spent, so we have to pull the persimmons we keep and sell them in exchange for some medicinal materials." ”

When Zhang Muliu heard this, he patted the man on the shoulder, this person is really not even a martial artist.

"Big brother, don't worry, when we get to Qucheng, I'll exchange some money, and I'll pack your cart of persimmons." I am grateful for the grace of leading the way, and I have also wrapped my sister-in-law's medicinal materials. ”

At this moment, Zhang Muliu looks like a rich stupid young master who has money and no place to spend.

There are so many unsatisfactory people in the world, and Zhang Muliu can't be relieved by him. But since he met, Zhang Muliu is not short of this little money, and this man just needs it, and he can save three lives of his family by taking a hand, why not do it?

As for what will happen to this man in the future, Zhang Muliu believes that as long as his wife is seriously ill, the family of three will not be hungry.

There are still 100 miles to go to Qucheng, after the heavy rain, the road is muddy, and it is difficult to get there today. And depending on the sky, there will be a heavy rain at night. Fortunately, the middle-aged man named Xia Dazhuang was familiar with this place, and he found a dilapidated mountain temple when it was dark.

There is a stream not far away, Zhang Muliu went to the stream to fish, Fang Onion went to find game, and picked up some firewood by the way.

The little girl on the ox cart, Xia Xiaocui, rarely spoke along the way, and she should have recognized her life. Xia Dazhuang waited for Zhang Muliu and the two to leave, then touched the little girl's head with a smile, and said softly: "Xiaocui! ”

Xia Xiaocui grinned and said, "Anyway, that big brother and little sister are good people. ”

After a while, Zhang Muliu walked back, carrying four small fish in his hand, the length of his palm, and the thickness of three fingers, in fact, in this stream, it is not small.

Xia Xiaocui's eyes lit up, and she secretly swallowed her saliva.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, rubbed the little girl's head in the past, and said softly: "Don't look at the eldest brother as a scholar, but our cooking skills are not bad at all, so I will give you grilled fish to eat." ”

The little girl said crisply, saying thank you, big brother.

Now waiting for Fang Onion's Chai He to come back, Zhang Muliu chatted with Xia Dazhuang about how he usually lives. The man said that he had the ancestral curium porcelain craftsmanship of his family, and he relied on helping him repair bottles and jars in ten miles and eight towns, and he also lived, but his mother-in-law was sick all of a sudden, and his life was a little difficult.

The young man smiled slightly, took out a few pancakes from the cage, said to pad them first, and then said: "There will be some bumps and bumps in this life, and you can get by with a little effort, and when you look back after the past, it seems that those hardships and hardships are nothing." ”

Xia Dazhuang overflowed with a smile when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao's vernacular is not profound at all, but what he says is really reasonable, I am a big old man, listening to Mr. Xiao's words, it is much better than anything." ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, and said in his heart that if I let me say it, I can't get it!

Fang Shallot came over with two pheasants, and he was still holding a large pile of dry firewood in his arms, Zhang Muliu couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw it in his eyes.

Half a year ago, this little girl couldn't even catch a fish, and only knew how to cry, but now she can not only hunt a pheasant, but also collect firewood.

Some of the children of peasant families have to do this when they are very young, and those who can go to herd cattle and sheep are still a little wealthy, at least they don't have to worry about food. And those rich children who have lived for more than ten years and have never caught fish with their own hands abound. Fang Onion is the kind of rich and oily Miss Kuo, and she has almost everything in her little purse.

The girl put the pheasant aside, took care of herself and started the fire, Zhang Muliu smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Fang Onion's head, and said softly: "You said that if your grandfather knew, I would let you do rough work all day, would he beat me?"

Fang Cong snorted: "He dares!"

The words made Xia Daqiang laugh non-stop, and the man with calloused hands said with a smile: "It's a blessing that Mr. Xiao can have such a caring girl on his journey!"

Zhang Muliu smiled even more, and for no reason remembered that he was praised by his husband in the school when he was a child, and when he went back, he told his father that even if his father had a straight face, he still smiled slightly.

The next morning, they began to continue to Qucheng, and when it was dark, Fang Cong had already run to change money, and the two of them did not have Tongbao money on them.

When the girl returned, she carried a money bag in one hand, a few bags of medicinal herbs in the other, and a basket of food on her back.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Brother Xia, I forgot to tell you, I am a writer, and the reason why I take so much money is actually selfish. It was our fate to meet you on the road yesterday, and I will write you into the book in the future, and of course Xiaocui. This money is supposed to buy you into a book!"

After speaking, Xia Dazhuang was not allowed to push back, took away a cart of persimmons, threw down the big basket and money bag, turned around and ran.

When the young man and the girl walked away, Xiao Cui said crisply: "Is it really good for them to do this? ”

Xia Dazhuang smiled: "This little guy, I think it's good anyway." I wish there were more silly boys like this in the world. ”

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For hundreds of years, martial arts conferences have been held in this canal city, and heroes and heroes have gathered everywhere for the title of martial arts alliance leader.

In the most central position of this canal city, there is a huge square square with a length of 300 zhang each. In the middle of the square is a high platform made of blue bricks, more than one zhang high, thirty zhang on the left and right, four square.

It is said that the rules of martial arts in this place have lasted for thousands of years, and the competition is fierce, and harmony is precious. But there are also those who have a deep hatred for each other, and they must sign a life and death document before going to the ring, and then no one will stop them from fighting life and death.

There are very few rules in the ring, there are only two types.

The first is to compete in martial arts, and the next fight is a loss.

The second is to sign a life and death document with a person, and to die is to lose.

There is still some time before the martial arts conference begins, and the martial arts conference held every ten years is held on the fifth day of the fifth month of May. The people selected by each city or the Jianghu rangers fight, and if they lose, they will step down, and if they win, they will wait for the next round, until they finally fight against the previous martial arts alliance leader, as long as they can tie, they will also win.

There is also an unwritten rule in this, but anyone who has been re-elected for twenty years as the leader of the martial arts alliance will end up with a tie when the second term expires.

Such a grand event, but everyone in the rivers and lakes will come to see the excitement, especially those fledgling boys and girls, they all want to see the demeanor of their predecessors, and they all think that one day in the future, they will stand in the ring and fight with others. Therefore, although this square is nearly two miles away, it is definitely not enough to stand so many people.

What makes Zhang Muliu most helpless is that the inn in this place has already been chartered for those Jianghu people, and where to live now is a big problem.

Miss Fang Cong didn't care, and said, "It's not easy, let's just buy a house." ”

Zhang Muliu thought about it, and really planned to buy a house.

It's easy to find a way, and finally I have a big house, but the price is ...... It's hard to accept.

Good guy, where the fart is bigger, a three-entry courtyard costs three hundred taels of silver, how much does it cost to exchange it for five baht?

But before Zhang Muliu could bargain, Fang Cong took out a gold ingot, saying that within a day, he would clean up the inside.

Zhang Muliu's face is black, you can't spend money like this! But money belongs to other people, and whoever is a master is a poor bastard.

In fact, the reason why Zhang Muliu agreed to buy a house was because he felt that he would stay here for at least a year and a half, and it was good to have a place to live.

Since it is pretended, it must be pretended to be a little bit like it, you have to find one for cooking, and you have to find one for the caretaker, otherwise there are only two people living in the courtyard of the three entrances, which is really too good for thieves.

In this world, as long as there are people, there are people, there will be people squatting on the streets early in the morning, if someone comes to find some workers who carry the burden, they can earn a few bucks by going along, and the day will be fooled.

Early in the morning, Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion to the Donkey Lip Lane Market, and sure enough, there were already many people squatting on the side of the street, waiting for work with their hands wrapped in their sleeves. At this time, a carriage came, saying that the Xicheng Wang family wanted to make a stove, five treasures a day, and if you want to see the craftsmanship, you can finish it in three days. Some people dislike the lack of money, but some people feel that there is a little bit of it, take the good guy and follow the carriage and leave.

Zhang Muliu walked around, drawing attention to a man with a knife in the corner.

The man had a beard on his face, looked around thirty, and put up a sign in front of him, which read, "Two five baht dollars a day, you must eat and live, and there is no negotiation." ”

Even Fang Onion was a little out of his mouth, it only cost three hundred taels to buy a house, and this person wanted to earn more than two taels a month?

Zhang Muliu was quite interested in this person, and walked over and asked, "How capable are you, and how much money is it worth?"

The man with the knife on his back raised his head and was quite arrogant, "What he sells is a martial art, and if he invites me, my sister at home can also help with things, just take care of food and housing." ”

Zhang Muliu squatted down and said with a smile: "In this way, it's not too bad, you have martial arts, can you take care of the home?"

The man smiled contemptuously, "It's okay to drive wolves and fight tigers, what is it to take care of the house?"

Zhang Muliu can be regarded as having opened his eyes, this guy is really proud. But he is still interested in this kind of person.

"I'll give you three taels a month, about seventy-two coins and five baht, how about it? ”

As soon as the voice fell, the people who were waiting for the work on the side had already come over, and they scrambled to say: "I want one or two, whether it is food or housing." ”

But Zhang Muliu didn't pay attention to those people, but looked straight at the man with the knife on his back.

The man showed hesitation, sighed after being silent for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "This son, the price you offer does satisfy me, but I only sell the sky, not do long-term work." In a few days, I will sign a life and death document with someone to go to the ring, in case you die in the ring, you can't afford it? Besides, I offer such a high price, just so that in case I die, my sister can have the money to go to her relatives. ”

Almost all of those who sign life and death documents with people are the kind of great hatred that never dies, and this man also has a story!

Zhang Muliu stood up and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll give you two five-baht coins a day for the time being, if you survive, just give more at that time." But if you die, I'll pay your sister a month's wage. ”

The man with the knife looked incredulous, and blurted out without holding back, "I'm afraid you're not a fool, right?"

Fang Cong grimaced and frowned, "How do you speak?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhang Muliu, and said angrily: "If you want to invite him, you will pay your own salary, anyway, I have no money." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and said that he would go to the innermost house in Mawei Lane before dark, and he would speak.

As he spoke, he walked back, not planning to look for anyone again. Fang Cong followed behind angrily, chattering endlessly. Zhang Muliu had no choice but to say: "It's a big deal that I open a pharmacy and make money by treating people, okay?"

This onion was even more angry, "Okay! You have the ability, pay me back the money to buy the house!"

Zhang Muliu was quite helpless, threw out a cypress coin, and said, "Are you still learning the sword?"

The girl had to return the Bai money, and said in a muffled voice: "Then this is considered tuition, if you want me to call the master, die of this heart." ”

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to the house, Zhang Muliu casually laid out the isolation formation, threw a few talismans and pasted them on the girl's back, and Fang Cong immediately felt like he was carrying a big mountain.

Although he had a grudge on his face, he still put the sword box next to the stone table in the courtyard, took out Qingbai and began to practice the sword. But this little girl is not the one who suffers, while clumsily waving Qingbai, she scolds and scolds, "Okay, you are a black-hearted Zhang, you are a communiqué personal vendetta." ”

Zhang Muliu just pretended not to hear it, took out a copy of "Wu Liu" and sat on the stone pier and began to flip through the book, ignoring Fang Onion's resentful gaze, and from time to time he picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

Since Fang Cong took out a cypress coin to buy this pot of wine when he returned, Zhang Muliu didn't drink much more. Because he knew that he drank the wine that Fang Scallion bought, Xiao Nizi would be very happy.

In the afternoon, the sickly sun stopped the dark clouds, and soon a light rain began to fall. Fang Cong took out the fish tank and placed it in the pavilion in the distance, and Zhang Muliu had already gone to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain. The group of little fish scared Zhang Muliu a lot before, anyway, in front of Zhang Muliu, they didn't dare to make a mistake at all, they only knew how to spit bubbles, and they didn't dare to say anything.

In case this guy loses his mind and goes crazy that day, and sucks us up, who are we going to redress our grievances? That girl? Forget it, she is still holding back the fried fish!

Fang Scallion practiced swords in the rain, and every time he swung the long sword, it was extremely difficult, because the three talismans each weighed a thousand catties. Although she scolded in her mouth, the girl did not put down her long sword and rested. Moreover, since Zhang Muliu taught the sword, he has never urged him to insist, and he has never said a word, just like now. And Fang Cong did not slack off in practicing his sword because Zhang Muliu never urged.

Earlier, I was afraid that the black-hearted swordsman would not want her, and later I was afraid that the master would be disappointed.

The rain continued until the evening, Fang Onion was already soaked, sweat and rain were inseparable, but she still didn't want to rest.

Zhang Muliu glanced at it angrily, and said in his heart that this is going to take advantage of whose little cub he wanted? With a wave of his hand, he steamed and dried Fang Onion's clothes, and glared: "Forget it at home, if you dare to get wet and ignore it, you can try to see if you will be beaten." ”

Fang Cong pursed his lips and muttered, "It's not your daughter." ”

The young man laughed angrily: "She didn't dare to give Zhang Zaozao ten dares, don't even think about it, your master will definitely beat her earlier than me." ”

Zhang Muliu suddenly looked towards the door, and there was a knock on the door. The girl opened the door with heavy steps, ignored the two of them, turned her head back and continued to practice the sword.

The man with the knife walked in and glanced at Fang Onion, and when he saw that his move was clumsy, he shook his head without holding back, and said in his heart that he wanted to practice swords?

The man walked outside the pavilion with a girl in cloth, hugged his fists and said: "Childe, my name is Chi Huang, and I hope that Childe will be able to speak, otherwise the knife in his hand will not agree." ”

Obviously he came to make money, but he looked like he wanted to grab money. It's good luck that this man didn't kill anyone outside.

The handsome woman on the side tugged at her brother's sleeve, smiled at Zhang Muliu, and said apologetically: "Childe, my name is Chi Chun, my brother is this temper, and he is not a bad person." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded with a smile, and said to Fang Cong: "Don't practice, take Lao Huang and Miss Chun to find a place to live." ”

The girl sighed, ripped off the talisman behind her back, went to the stone table like a gust of wind, put Qingbai into the sword box, and after carrying it, she used her feet hard, and fell lightly beside Chi Huang in an instant.

Chi Huang's face was shocked, with such kung fu, it is not an exaggeration to throw himself off Wan Ling Mountain.

I only heard Fang Cong say indifferently: "Your little rivers and lakes, this girl and my master can't look down on it, so you don't need to show off your little bit of force." ”

The young man smiled but did not speak.

I, Zhang Muliu, would like to treat you with kindness, not a reason for your nostrils to turn to the sky.

But what he was most happy about was that this little girl finally shouted a master in front of herself.

So the white-clothed young man sitting in the pavilion couldn't help but take off the wine gourd on his waist and poured it, and laughed: "Don't listen to Xiao Nizi's nonsense, my name is Zhang Beigu, and I am a scholar." ”

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

The talk on and off the mountain of Shengshenzhou now only revolves around this young man who was famous not long ago.

I don't know when it started, Zhang Chop, who was very famous and faintly a young leader in another continent, began to fall off the altar.

said that Zhang Muliu worshipped a powerful master, first beat the real protector of the Song State, and then forced the Song Emperor to give a sword candidate identity, with a fief of hundreds of miles. Since then, the whole person has been arrogant and domineering, saying that he is chivalrous and righteous, but in fact he has always been a dirty person with a black heart and dirty hands.

All in all, people all over the world slowly know that Zhang Muliu's reputation has always been made up, and he has no real skills.

As for those mountain sects that were demolished, they had to eat Coptis chinensis dumbly.

Aren't you blind for those of you who speak and listen to slander? Lao Tzu dismantled that man like this, and you say he has no real ability?

On Baiyue's side, a young monk visited Xifeng, it was Wang Lie, who was open-mouthed and seriously injured Zhang Muliu.

The young man stood at the intersection of the West Peak and shouted: "Qiushui, you have seen the wrong person, how is that dog mongrel now in the wind, will you know?"

A cold sword light slashed, and Wang Lie retreated dozens of feet, falling to the ground and spitting blood.

Hovering in the distance from Qiushui, he said coldly: "My man can't be your turn." ”

As he spoke, he raised his sword and slashed away, and a wall of ice blocked the entrance to the West Peak.

Li Qiushui's voice was cold, "If you dare to come again, you will die." ”