The road fell apart, the Yunxi River slowly receded, and several people finally breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Muliu took back the brazier hanging in the air, and in an instant, his breath was sluggish, and he fell straight down from mid-air. Lan Hua dodged one by one to catch the young man in white, and returned to the small courtyard of Xixuan's house. So at this moment, the five men were lying upright in the courtyard, looking at the sky that finally cleared.

After a while, Zhang Muliu woke up, and suddenly burst into laughter, but he didn't have much strength. He laughed and said, "Yue Ran, thanks to you coming, I can introduce you to a friend who is definitely like-minded with you today." ”

Yue Ran was puzzled: "How can you be a like-minded person?"

Ren Guangming sat up and said with a smile: "What he said must be about composing poetry." ”

The two young men, who liked to dress up as scholars, glanced at each other and laughed.

Qiu Xuancong lay beside Zhang Muliu, raised his hand and knocked Zhang Muliu on the shoulder with his fist, and the latter scolded: "You can't fucking see blood? I didn't stab Lan Hua's predecessor to death with a sword, I'm going to give you a stupid thing to hammer to death." ”

The middle-aged monk laughed and scolded: "You kid is almost right! A hole the size of a needle's eye can remember such a long grudge?"

Qiu Xuancong withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and sneered: "You kid is really fierce! It's just that you were so bad that day, you knew that something was wrong, and you had to call us when you ran away! ”

Zhang Muliu said angrily: "I said that life matters, you two fools still want to seize the treasure, you don't want to think about it, how many people can have such a great ability to spy on you and me?"

Lan Hua frowned and opened his eyes, and said impatiently: "Which of you little guys is not a troublemaker? Do you still have the face to talk about others? But you are still not as good as the kid surnamed Zhang, people are addicted to beating up the real people of the country!"

A few people couldn't stop laughing, and they were really the happiest when they were with chivalrous people!

Such a big movement has been noisy for a night, and it is a cow roar that scares the residents here not to go out, otherwise there will be a lively look.

After a while, several people recovered, but only Zhang Muliu and Lan Hua were the most seriously injured. There must be many sequelae for temporarily improving the realm, although it is with the help of the Wang family's brazier, it is still extremely depleting of qi and blood. Therefore, Zhang Muliu couldn't slow down for a while.

After everyone had almost recovered and sorted out their robes, Zhang Muliu waved his hand to summon the house back. Several young men in red walked behind Lan Hua, staring at Yue Ran and Qiu Xuancong as they walked. With a look of admiration, he is a young man who moves the world. These two people seem to be stupid, but Zhang Muliu knows that if there is a real fight, it is really difficult to say who wins and who loses.

The door creaked open, and a little girl in a light blue dress rushed out and hugged Zhang Muliu, and only after a while did she let go of her hand, looked horizontally and vertically, and looked up and down again, and after looking at it for a while, she found that the arms and legs of the young man in white in front of her were all there, so she rubbed her eyes, hugged Zhang Muliu by the waist, and whispered:

"Why do you always fight! Every time you get hurt, you have to pretend that you don't care. ”

Zhang Muliu picked up the little girl, stretched out his hand and scratched Mo Miaomiao's nose, and said gently: "Why haven't you seen you for a while, Miao Miao has grown up?

The little girl grinned and said "That's not it!" Turning her head to look around, she found that two guys who loved to write poetry had come, so she looked strange, covered her mouth and leaned into Zhang Muliu's ear, and whispered: "Ah! These two poets are here, won't they have to fight poetry later?"

Yue Ran and Ren Guangming looked at each other helplessly and smiled. However, Qiu Xuancong looked at the two brothers and sisters whispering, looking very envious, and walked gently to Zhang Muliu's side, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "That...... Zhang Muliu, can you let me hug your sister?

Zhang Muliu didn't even turn his head, he raised his leg and kicked the guy who didn't have the door in his mouth towards Lan Hua, and Lan Hua kicked it to Yue Ran with a straight face. Then the scholar scolded and kicked Qiu Xuancong, who was kicked into the Yunxi River and splashed in all directions.

Yue Ran lowered his head and sighed, and said helplessly to Zhang Muliu: "Brother, this guy was weaned early, and his brain didn't grow well, don't pay attention to him." ”

Everyone was very happy, but Lan Hua frowned when he looked at the river.

Why did the centipede Jiao know that he had come to find Zhang Muliu? Thinking about it carefully, the fighting weather between the two was the reason for the shock of the river. Lan Hua guessed that the previous centipede Jiao could not be born easily, after all, so many ancestors and ancients left poems here, not just to praise the beautiful scenery. Scholars use the pen as their strength, even if they have no contact with the scholars who have not been in contact with the cultivation at all, but as long as they have a pure heart and a wisp of righteousness in their hearts, they can use the pen as their strength. One more psalm, and the centipede will be pressed harder.

Zhang Muliu also gave Lan Hua a message while talking to everyone: "It's nothing more than three problems, one is that there are still a single surplus in the predecessor of the mountain, and the other is that the royal family of the Yue Kingdom has monks to worship and make a stumbling block, but if you can hide the means of you and me, the royal family of the Yue Kingdom should not be so capable." The third is the person behind the disaster of my Xiaozhushan. So I bothered my predecessors to go back to the mountain in the future and help me investigate to see if the person behind it was hiding in the mountain. ”

Lan Hua frowned at first, and then reluctantly replied to Zhang Muliu: "I really don't want to believe it, but I will still help you find out, if there is such a scum, I will definitely not give up!"

In fact, Zhang Muliu didn't say a word, if that person was indeed hiding in the Zhilu Mountain, then he was definitely a person whose cultivation status was above your Lanhua.

Another woman walked out of the door and knelt straight down in front of Zhang Muliu. The Xixuan girl's eyes were already swollen from crying, and she said to Zhang Muliu: "Please save my mother, Xixuan is willing to be a cow and a horse, if you can't hold the great kindness of Mr. in this life, Xixuan will definitely repay it in the next life." ”

Zhang Muliu hurriedly held up the stream with his empty hand, and said helplessly: "Isn't this just to save your mother, it's all a trivial matter, and you have also seen that our group of people are all monks." ”

The young man in white clothes carried his sword, turned his head and asked, "Whoever has the medicine to nourish the vitality on his body, lend it to me first." ”

Qiu Xuancong squirmed and walked over, looked at the stream, and almost flowed down the harazi.

"I have a century-old ginseng, this girl looks so smart, I can't bear to see death and not save me!"

Zhong Shouju had already rushed over with a pig-killing knife and blocked in front of Xixuan, looking like if you dare to bully Xixuan, I will fight with you.

Yue Ran reluctantly stepped forward and kicked him, and said helplessly: "Are you a little bit right, okay? We are all people who have lived for hundreds of years, what are you doing to scare children?"

Qiu Xuancong looked suspicious, and said: "His mother's son is twenty-eight, and your boy is only twenty-three years old! The surname Zhang is even younger, not yet nineteen, you say that we have lived for hundreds of years?

Zhang Muliu thinks that this Yue Ran is really good, if we want to say that we are very young, Zhong Shouju will definitely not feel good in his heart. Let's say we're hundreds of years old, and this pig killer in his early twenties wouldn't be so lost.

Young people who are not competitive, especially in front of the women they like. Just like when he opened a small shop, Chang Kun often complained to Zhang Muliu: "Why do you look down on people when you are rich people? They are all fifty or sixty people, what's so bad about having so many stinky money? Won't I earn so much money when I reach his age?"

Although Chang Kun at that time finally lost to the word "alive", which young man did not have this heart.

The reason why Zhong Shouju heard Yue Ran say that everyone was hundreds of years old would make him feel better. Because no one knows what this young pig killer will become in a few hundred years. But if he knew that everyone was very young, and even Zhang Muliu was younger than him, then he would only be ashamed of himself.

Sometimes the natural gap can be a motivator, but most of the time it is just an excuse for the poor to fall.

For example, when many people are compared to their good peers, they will pout and say, "You don't look at what kind of people were born in?"

But if you compare the young people who are still very depressed with the old people who are already rich and wealthy, the vast majority of people will look forward to it and have a little more fighting spirit!

Today's Zhong Shouju is like this, this pig-killing man's eyes are full of yearning!

Zhang Muliu felt that Yue Ran's move was very good, if he could arouse the fighting spirit of others with a light word, why not do it?

There has never been any medicine that can be taken and effective immediately, even if it is an elixir, after eating it, people must slowly absorb its medicinal properties, in this regard, the higher the cultivation, the faster the effect. Therefore, even if Xixuan's mother has already eaten the century-old ginseng, she still has to lie down for another ten days and half a month.

That night, the small courtyard of Xixuan's house was very lively, Zhong Shouju went to the mountains to beat a boar on his back, and roasted it in the yard. After learning that Mo Miaomiao likes to eat fish, she deliberately caught a fish in Yunxi and stewed soup for the little girl.

The young woman who learned that her mother was no longer in serious trouble finally had some smiles on her face, so Zhang Muliu was more curious about why this girl could peek through the sound barrier she had set.

"Xixuan, I used some small tricks last night, not to mention ordinary people, even monks with some skills may not be able to hear what is being said in our room, how did you hear it?"

Xi Xuan shook his head, also looking like he didn't know anything, and said softly: "I don't know either, I wanted to hear what my husband and mother had to say, and then I heard it." ”

Zhang Muliu was also very puzzled, but he didn't know why, so he fell into contemplation while adding firewood to the fire. At this time, Mo Miaomiao came over with a bowl of fish soup in both hands, held the big bowl high, and didn't speak, but her big eyes flashed a few times. The young man in white smiled and lowered his head to take a sip, and the little girl squatted aside and drank it herself.

This little girl's house also has several huts, and there is also a stream on the side. She also picked up the fish soup in her cottage and handed it to the eldest brother, but he didn't drink it at that time.

She actually has a lot of troubles, the little girl would always cry in her dreams earlier and shout that her grandfather didn't want her anymore, but then there were less. Because it seems to take her big brother with her, and like her grandfather. So she eats a lot of food every time, not only thinking about growing faster, but also thinking that when she grows taller, she will learn swords from her brother, and she must help her brother find a very beautiful daughter-in-law in the future! Every time she thinks of this, the little girl is a little sad, in case her brother likes a very beautiful girl, will she become dislike Miao Miao?

Several people looked at the brother and sister and smiled happily. Especially Xixuan, I wiped my tears when I saw it. Of course, Qiu Xuancong is also very envious, and he is already secretly planning to let his father and mother have another sister when he goes home.

Lan Hua suddenly smiled and asked Xixuan, "Girl, are you willing to go to the mountains with me to practice?"

Zhong Shouju was already anxious on the side, and kept squeezing his eyebrows at Xixuan, which means that you are quick to agree!

Ke Xixuan quickly shook his head and apologized to Lan Hua: "Thank you Mr. Lan, but Xixuan can't go, my mother's serious illness has not yet recovered, how can I leave her alone." She worked hard to raise me, and now it's time for me to reciprocate. ”

Lan Hua nodded and said with a smile: "Then I will teach you some cultivation methods, you try to cultivate slowly, if you succeed, you can come to my mountain by yourself in the future." ”

A divine thought was directly burned into Xi Xuan's mind, and some cultivation methods were taught in this way.

Everyone drank a lot of wine, and Zhong Shouju was also very helpless when he saw Zhang Muliu directly take out a wine jar to drink. Xin said: "This little girl really didn't fool me! According to this drinking method, my little family background is really not enough for him to drink a drink." ”

Qiu Xuancong originally wanted to fight with Zhang Muliu for wine, but when he saw the big vat, he immediately became stunned, so he simply ignored the young man who took a gourd and scooped wine to drink, and turned his head to drink with Ren Guangming. This scholar who has cultivated as a stone chicken is really speechless to Qiu Xuancong's wine, and half of the wine has to be respected, what does it mean to drink? So it became a young man in white holding a large wine vat, and a young man who didn't know how many thin shirts he was wearing was holding a small jar of wine. They sat on the sidelines and no one cared for them.

One is too good to drink, and the other is poor in wine!

No one went to dispel the smell of alcohol, and they all lay drunk in the courtyard. Zhong Shouju knew that these were immortals who could control the clouds, but he wasn't sure if the immortals would suffer from the cold, so he ran back to his house and dragged a few thick blankets over and covered them with one for each of the lying people. Then he sat alone by the fire, stunned.

"Do you think that if Xi Xuan really becomes a monk, she will be a little unworthy of her?"

Zhong Shouju smiled: "It turns out that Mr. didn't sleep." ”

He added a few sticks of firewood to the fire, and continued with a wry smile: "Originally, she was a good-looking and good-looking girl, but I was just a pig slaughterer. can finally earn a few bucks, and I can still raise some heart to love her. If she really becomes a god like you, I can't like her anymore. It's not because of any difference between immortals and mortals, but just in case, I mean just in case! What if Xixuan likes me? In a few decades, I will become an old man, and she is still a big girl like a flower, so how sad should she be?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Why aren't you sad?"

The young pig killer smiled stupidly, and after a while he blushed a little, "Do you think! If that's the case, won't I just be with a girl who won't grow old for the rest of my life?"

As he spoke, he picked up a pot of wine and poured it into it. It's very light, but everyone knows that the people who stay behind are the most uncomfortable.

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man who killed pigs, and he also sighed a little in his heart. Where is there anything perfect? Zhong Shouju really doesn't have that qualification. But Zhang Muliu didn't want to break his hope, so he said:

There was a senior in my hometown who held a wooden gun and roamed the world for hundreds of years. That wooden spear is indestructible, and it is rumored that the gun was given to the predecessor that the wooden spear was taken from an ancient sacred tree, and as long as the person holding the gun is firm in his heart, it will be indestructible!"

Zhong Shouju listened very attentively, so Zhang Muliu said again: "It wasn't until the old man who passed on the predecessor's spear died that he told the senior the truth. It turned out that the wooden gun had never been a sacred tree, just a piece of wood that the old man had broken at random from the side of the road. ”

Zhong Shouju's eyes widened, and he was puzzled: "This is all right, but since it is ordinary wood, why is it indestructible?"

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Because that senior has an invincible heart! He has always believed that he can break ten thousand methods with one shot, and when he comes out of the mountain, he already has a profound cultivation, so for some reason, that wooden spear really became indestructible." ”

The young man who killed the pig opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time before muttering, "Then even if I don't have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, do I still have a chance to live forever?"

The young man in white nodded, and then saw Zhong Shouju running and walking home, it seemed that this was about to start!

Zhang Muliu wiped the sweat from his palms, and he was really a little weak. I wanted to take a sip of wine to suppress the shock, but I heard someone in my ear.

Lan Hua's tone was full of contempt: "You kid is really unreliable! You make up stories like some lines, why do you just pluck a piece of wood on the side of the road, why are you still indestructible?"

Zhang Muliu smiled, and said in his heart, what else can I do? I am at most half a reader and half a swordsman, and I am not one of those novelists who make up stories! Huh~ Others scolded themselves, I used to give people 100,000 big-ear scrapers, I really can't make this thing up.

Before dawn, Zhang Muliu walked into Qiupu City with Mo Miaomiao on his back. After all, the stream was not released, and some things may not have to have a happy ending, everyone just thinks it's good. Ren Guangming is actually a fellow countryman with Zhang Muliu, and the ancestor of Shiji is in Tongzhou. Yue Ran and Qiu Xuancong each threw Zhong Shouju a book of exercises to practice the golden body, but they were nowhere to be found. Lan Hua still stayed at Xixuan's house, planning to help Xixuan open up a sea of qi before leaving.

But that Mr. Zhou, whether he can survive or not depends on his own creation. You Fang carried Mo Miaomiao to the sea of clouds, and Zhang Muliu went to the pharmacy alone.

It seems that this black-hearted Langzhong has already tried his best to avenge Zhong Shouju's kick, and the silver taels for the Qiupu County Order are ready. At this moment, Zhou Papi was lying on the table and writing a letter, probably meaning to plant a crime for the pig killer, and then said that Xi Xuan stole his precious medicinal materials, so that he could kill Zhong Shouju and occupy Xi Xuan. If it is really the eight-character yamen that opens to the south, there is no reason to come in without money. Zhang Muliu took out the white jade net bottle, and suddenly let out a wail, and the more illusory stream rushed straight towards Mr. Zhou, and after a while, Mr. Zhou was only left with shriveled flesh.

Zhang Muliu slapped the stream in an instant, and the stream almost dissipated. Then a wisp of blue flame flicked from his fingertips and fell to the stream, who wailed again.

"I'm not interested in interrogating you, I'm willing to say that I'll die happily, I don't want to say that it's just like this, I don't have much else, but time. ”

Xiluo howled: "There is a person who said that he can help me reshape my body, on the condition that you fight with Lan Hua and lure that centipede Jiao out, I don't know who he is, that person didn't show up at all." ”

The fire suddenly surged, and the ghost was burned to ashes in an instant.

The young man in white flashed to the sea of clouds, frowned and looked at Mo Miaomiao, and only after finding that there was nothing wrong did he bear behind him with one hand, squinted his eyes and said, "I know that you are watching, and I know that you have a lot of means." But since you don't plan to kill me now, just wait for me to slowly find you out!"

A little monk suddenly appeared in the sea of clouds, and after reciting the Buddha's name, the sky suddenly rolled with golden light. A big black-haired dog fell to the feet of the little monk.

I saw the little monk come forward and said with a faint smile:

"This is a thank you gift to the benefactor!"

Zhang Muliu gave a salute and asked with a smile: "It's just that the road is uneven, why thank you?"

The little monk recited a seven-character proverb, and the Buddha's voice rolled into a pair of chains on the dog's head. Then with Zhang Mu Liudao:

"Thank you for being muddy and I am alone, everyone is drunk and I am sober. ”