The woman in black frowned, and said in her heart that she hadn't started yet, why did she lose? Zhong Zhennan, don't think that my brother can fool around.

The ugly-looking red-robed young man in mid-air shook his head helplessly, his own sister knew that when he was alive, he was a person who loved to fight with others, and after he died, he was even more unscrupulous.

The Taoist priest and the monk were on the riverbank and did not come forward.

Zhong Zhennan glanced at his sister-in-law, hugged his fist at Zhang Muliu, and chuckled: "The sword is too strong, I'm afraid that my sister-in-law won't be able to catch it, if Mr. feels uncomfortable, he will shoot a sword at me." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, suddenly reined in his ethereal sword spirit, and threw You Fang out casually, and the long sword turned around in mid-air and returned to its sheath on its own.

The young man sighed: "Mr. Zhong has good eyesight. ”

The man in front of him, wearing a red robe, wearing an official hat, and a broad sword hanging from his waist, is really not an ugly word that can be described. This man had a beard on his face, and he looked very vicious, and the ghosts who had been watching the show scattered and fled since this man appeared.

Zhang Muliuxin said that this is not only scary, but even the ghost is scary.

What made Zhang Muliu most curious was that counting this ugly man, there were actually three people who could see the strange sword intent they had just now.

In fact, even he didn't know what was going on, but he was struggling to find the feeling when he was a child, and when he was waiting for Zhong Li to draw out the sword, somehow, that feeling came back.

The young man only felt that his soul seemed to come out of his shell, and went straight to the height of the sea of clouds, and when he had the intention of drawing a sword in his heart, it was as if there were countless sword intents circulating in his blood, and there were sword intents between the swallows. When he really held You Fang in his hand, the long sword that had cut through Shengshenzhou seemed to be even more excited than Zhang Muliu.

Zhang Muliu only felt that if this blow was slashed, the sword could open the sky.

Fortunately, there were two Buddhist and Taoist verses that drank out, like a blow to wake him up, so that he would not really be able to cut out that sword.

Fang Scallion stepped on Qingbai to Zhang Muliu's side, and said softly: "You take a sip of wine first and slow down." ”

Zhang Muliu didn't drink, but just bowed to the ugly man with Confucian etiquette, and then saluted the old Taoist and the monk respectively.

Zhong Zhennan shook his head with a smile, "Although I have read a few books, I haven't done much, and now I am even more uninhabited, and I can't afford to be a gentleman." ”

Indeed, as Zhong Zhennan said, he is an existence that is neither human nor ghost. Let's say he's human, his body is full of life, and he doesn't look like a living person at all. can be said to be a ghost, but he has a substantial body and a lot of blood.

Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion back to the north of the river, and the girl frowned and asked, "What happened to you just now?" ”

The girl originally watched it with relish, but then the white-clothed swordsman in black cloth shoes seemed to be distracted again, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling, Fang Cong only felt that he seemed to have become extremely indifferent.

The young man stretched out his hand and pressed the girl's head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of cultivating your mind and strength." ”

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Muliu immediately recalled the feeling he had just felt, he had seen this feeling, in the Water Temple of Slender Penny Island and the Dragon Temple of Xianglong Mansion, he had seen it.

Zhang Muliu even had a bold guess, based on this, spread out the past things in front of him, whether it was almost all the good and bad things that he could do in the world for 3,000 years in his dream, or he kept traveling far after waking up from a dream, it seemed that it was just one thing, that is, to see all over the world.

The old man in the rear interrupted Zhang Muliu's thoughts with a smile, as if talking to himself, "Traveling thousands of miles, seeing thousands of people, and taking people as a mirror can indeed cleanse the soul." It's just that if you see too much, you will involuntarily look light. ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, and at this moment, Zhang Muliu only felt a chill coming, and suddenly a cold sweat flowed.

After seeing countless causes and fruits, the next road to the world will become more and more boring and indifferent. Every time you see something, you can guess the end when you look at the beginning, and it will be boring. When this boredom becomes commonplace, humanity will cease to exist.

Isn't this just a path to godhood? But those people outside the chessboard lead themselves step by step to a path to godhood, what are they trying to do?

You must know that the biggest difference between immortals and gods is that there is no humanity.

Zhang Muliu took a deep breath, turned to the Taoist priest and clenched his fists, and said sincerely: "Xie Zhenren mentions." ”

The Taoist just smiled, but the old monk on the opposite bank of the river clasped his hands together and sang a Buddha horn, and then whispered to Zhang Muliu from afar: "Donor, the sea of bitterness is endless, and there is no shore to turn back." ”

Zhang Muliu asked, "How to cross yourself?"

The old monk laughed and said to the white-clothed swordsman with great wisdom: "Sailing on the bitter sea, everything you see is freedom. ”

The young man was horrified in his heart, this way and a monk were terrible.

Zhong Zhennan is just because he is a strange existence between the two worlds of yin and yang, so he can see Zhang Muliu's very terrifying atmosphere, and he doesn't know more. When he heard the words of these three people, he was also a little confused.

The monks returned together, and the monks and spirits on the banks of the Xiao Nai River threw their rods again to fish.

I didn't see it as a good show, so I still fished.

Zhang Muliu reined in his thoughts, took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, pressed Fang Onion's head with one hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there's something I can't figure out." ”

Mr. Ma said that the "kung fu" he realized had exhausted his life's luck, and now it seems that it should be related to Shinto.

It's no wonder that after waking up from a dream, it is always extremely difficult to enter that realm, when I was young, there were very few distracting thoughts in my heart, so it was very easy to enter that state, and then there were so many distracting thoughts in my heart that it was difficult to do it. As for why it can be today, Zhang Muliu thinks that it is because he has become extremely indifferent at a certain moment.

The old way raised a problem to Zhang Muliu, and the monk gave Zhang Muliu a way to solve the problem.

All you see is freedom, and the implication is that it is enough to keep your heart, so why care about that road, whether to take a boat or ride a horse. As long as you don't want to, who can force you to do anything else?

Zhong Li was extremely unconvinced, obviously he didn't take the sword and didn't take the sword, why did I lose? But in front of my own brother, it was almost the same as Fang Cong in front of Zhang Muliu, where did he still look like the lord of a city?

Zhang Muliu saw Zhong Li's thoughts, and shook his head helplessly, saying that this Zhong City Lord would definitely feel that he was an embroidered pillow.

Just as he didn't know what to do, Zhong Zhennan said: "Brother, help me scare and scare this girl, otherwise she will always feel that her swordsmanship is high, and it will be too late to suffer losses in the future." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, stepped out, did not bring out the slightest ripple, and was already beside Zhong Li when he reappeared.

I saw that the young man in white pointed at the sword, and put a long sword condensed by sword qi on the woman's shoulder, slightly releasing some sword intent, Zhong Li's face immediately turned from white to black.

Zhong Li always felt that he had brought people into a big river, and what flowed in the river was the torrent of sword intent, and he was constantly washed by the big river, and he didn't even have a chance to look up.

Zhang Muliu withdrew his sword qi and smiled at Zhong Zhennan. The woman in black came back to her senses and sweated profusely on her forehead.

The female city lord smiled bitterly and clenched her fists, "It's Zhong Li who lost." ”

This city lord has a lot of mundane things, and he has no cheekiness to stay here at this time, so he simply leaves with a few polite words. Zhang Muliu and Zhong Zhennan walked on the riverside together, and Fang Cong followed.

Zhang Muliu is actually a little puzzled, this young man who looks really can't be complimented, even if his identity is weird, what does this official uniform mean?

Zhong Zhennan saw Zhang Muliu's doubts, and said with a smile: "I was a scholar before I was born, I don't dare to say that I am rich in learning five cars, and I am only eight buckets high, but I also have a reputation. ”

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "It's just that the appearance given by this father and mother is too unpopular, and the top of the Golden Palace is insulting, and he touched the steps and died in anger." Later, somehow, the spirits gathered but did not disperse, and brought back to the big gentleman of Haigui Mountain, and became the appearance of this person who is neither human nor ghost, and can be regarded as in charge of the laws of the thirteen cities, driving away disasters and blessings. ”

Zhang Mu is clear, and he also has a strong personality.

The two walked and walked to a pavilion by the Xiaonai River, Zhong Zhennan turned around, and chuckled before leaving: "I died once, and the resentment in my stomach has long been thrown away. ”

After Zhong Zhennan left, Zhang Mu turned his head to Fang Onion and said with a smile: "Do you want to try your luck? If I stay away, maybe you can catch that black-scaled carp." ”

Fang Cong smiled and said then try it.

The girl was also holding back her play, took out a fishing rod and tied only a gravel to go fishing, sat on a small stool, elbows against her knees, her hands on her cheeks, tilted her head to look at the gloomy water, and said with a smile: "Fish fish take the bait, your sister Fang will not treat you badly." ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man in the pavilion came in an instant, and quietly sacrificed without confusion, encircling a place isolated from heaven and earth.

Zaihua Temple and a monk who forgot to see each other went out again, and the two looked at each other across the river, both smiling.

Fang Cong looked surprised, and turned his head to look at Zhang Muliu, "No, right? I don't have the surname Jiang, why did the wisher take the bait?"

The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the black-scaled carp in the air. Fang Scallion took out a glass fish tank from his small purse, and the black-scaled carp broke free from Zhang Muliu's hand and jumped into it.

Zhang Muliu's face was complicated, looking at Fang Onion, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, "Where the hell is this reasonable?"

The girl is obviously a little at a loss, I'm afraid that the black-scaled carp that has only come out in the past five hundred years is not a stupid fish, right?

"What's going on?" Fang Onion was speaking out of the Luzhou dialect.

Zhang Muliu and the other girls took the fish tank back into their small purse, and after removing the sword qi, they said with a smile: "This is your luck, keep it for now, but before you become a sword cultivator, you can't absorb the yin qi on this fish." ”

Fang Cong nodded, she hadn't planned to absorb it.

The young man felt more and more strange about this matter, and hurriedly left the ghoul city with Fang Onion, and directly swept through three cities, and arrived at a place that looked like something in a script. This city is called Yueying City, it is a charming country, most of it is the gentle township of Qinglou wine shop, and the monks of the human race come here to buy a lot of drunkenness.

Zhang Muliu actually didn't want to enter the city, but he heard that the fox fur in the city could be sold for a very high price when taken outside, so he took the risk of being hacked to death after returning to his hometown, and walked in hard.

It is said that in ancient times, the human race covered their bodies with animal skins, and later they had coarse linen clothes. Later, somehow, the human race arose a trend of making robes from animal skins, especially mink fox furs.

And the fox fur produced in this Yue Ying City is even more mysterious, and I don't know what secret method is used, anyone who wears this fox fur can make people not be confused by foreign objects.

Of course, it is only useful under distractions, but even so, it is often in short supply, especially in this cold northern region, which is very popular.

Before entering this Yue Ying City, there were already many beautiful women with silk handkerchiefs in their hands who came to Zhang Luo, even Fang Onion did not let go, men and women were not taboo.

Fang Cong followed behind, his face was extremely gloomy, and he muttered in a voice that only the young man in front of him could hear, "Okay! No wonder I'm in such a hurry, it turns out that I came here to have fun, some people have grown in ability!"

Zhang Muliu smiled dumbly, Xiao Nizi was really wide, "I'll give you knowledge today, the so-called fox spirit, the earliest can have nothing to do with Fengyue, the world believes in fox fairy, because of its purity and kindness." The most important thing that is misunderstood as a fox and a lewd beast that seduces people's souls is mainly because of a kingdom in ancient times, and the last monarch of that kingdom was destroyed because of a nine-tailed fox beside him. Therefore, the reputation of the fox fairy in later generations is extremely bad. ”

Fang Cong snorted coldly: "Do you see that they have the slightest meaning of purity and kindness? There is a smell of commotion on the street, and people are holding back to make money!"

Zhang Muliu didn't know how to speak, so he simply stopped talking, just went straight to a secluded place and found a relatively clean inn.

The proprietress of this inn is also a fox demon, looking at her thirties and half-old, the charm still exists. However, the inn's business is very deserted, and it is already dusk, but Zhang Muliu and Fang Cong seem to be the first wave of guests today.

The proprietress leaned on the stairs and ate melon seeds, and when she saw someone coming, she didn't go up to ask, but turned her head slightly, looked at Zhang Muliu and said: "I only sell food and drink here, but I don't sell people, this son is in the wrong place, right? ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, and said helplessly: "Don't say these words, the boss lady, I already have a wife and daughter at home, and I just want to buy a batch of fox furs and sell them." ”

The proprietress turned her head and said casually: "I have a wife and daughter at home, what are you doing with a beautiful little girl?

Fang onion stepped out in one step, and the green and white came out of the sheath.

"Clean your mouth, not everyone is like you foxes. ”

The proprietress threw away the melon seeds in her hand, raised her hands, and said with a smile: "Isn't this a joke! Why is the little sister in a hurry to get on the fire?

Zhang Muliu walked over and pressed Fang Onion's head, and said with a smile: "Two upper rooms, prepare another table of wine and food." ”

The proprietress smiled, missed the two, ran to the back kitchen to prepare for food, and scolded on the way, "What are you pretending! With a little girl like a flower, can there really be nothing?"

The young man naturally heard these words, and for no reason he remembered Liqiushui.

She shouldn't be using Fang Onion to test herself, right?

After sitting down, Fang Cong seemed to want to find something to dissipate the embarrassing atmosphere, so he asked: "Why is the fox fur here so expensive?

The young man took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, and said with a smile a sentence in the book, "The gentleman stops, and the fox in brocade clothes." ”

The girl was sullen, thinking that she was still too thin, and looked at the old shameless one, looking at the old shameless one, she was always old, but in some places she was plump, and she couldn't catch up.

For no reason, he said to himself, "Alas, Miss Ben is still too young!"

Zhang Muliu was puzzled: "What?"

The girl crossed her arms around her chest and glanced at the young man.

What, what? Is that what you should ask?

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

More than three months have passed, and several mansions on the main peak of Muqiu Mountain have been basically completed, leaving only the courtyard and interior have not yet been placed.

Lan Hua took a total of nine pills, and now he looks like an ordinary middle-aged person, but his body is still rickety, and his temples are white, giving people a feeling of heroic twilight. Fortunately, he doesn't have much to worry about now, and he only teaches Xixuan to practice swords every day, helping Zhong Shouju ponder the road of martial arts. He Lan Hua couldn't sleep if he wanted to, because a little girl in a pink skirt knocked on the door every morning, called Grandpa Lan, and then went to the foot of the mountain.

The badger pig demon in Jiuhua Mountain had already been lost in Muqiu Mountain, and it was only released after Bai Lu crossed the catastrophe. He originally thought that Zhang Muliu had left, and he could be more relaxed, but one day he saw a woman in white with two horns in her first birth, and this pig demon was almost scared to pieces. It was a natural awe, more terrifying than seeing his own grandfather.

That's nothing, at least the scary woman in white didn't hit anyone, did she?

This pig immortal is enough to be a man with his tail between his legs in Muqiu Mountain, but one day at the foot of Muqiu Mountain, he saw Zhong Shouju carrying two huge stone locks, and he just laughed a few times.

Therefore, this Muqiu Mountain, the only place where he can feel a little comfortable is the Meng Lusi family in the middle of the mountain.

The badger pig almost every day or two went to the two butterfly sisters to complain, saying that he was raised by the mountain master, and when he was fattened, he slaughtered and ate pork. He shook his belly fat, cried and complained, saying look how much he has lost in the past few months?

Zhu Daxian'er waited at the foot of the mountain every morning, waiting for a little girl in a pink skirt, and then turned into a wild boar and carried the little aunt and grandmother to walk around the three hundred miles of Muqiu Mountain. Sometimes when the demon Ling is in a bad mood, he can find the butterfly sister Kan Dashan, if this little ancestor is in a good mood, he has to go to the top of the mountain, he will die! If he goes out early in the morning, he can't go back until the evening.

Every time he returned to the main peak, the demon Ling would always sit at the northern foot of Muqiu Mountain, take out a leg of an unknown animal and gnaw on it, look straight to the north, and leave for a while.

Once, I couldn't find the little girl, but I frightened the people of the mountain, and Liu Gong, who stayed alone on a mountain to practice swords, was alarmed, and looked for the demon Ling everywhere. When everyone found her, they found that the little girl was hiding on a stone at the northern foot of Muqiu Mountain and secretly wiping her tears.

Bai Lu asked her what was wrong, she just frowned lightly, and said crisply: "It's okay, I just want to eat the master." ”

Later, Zhang Lan simply built a pavilion on the top of Muqiu Mountain, and the little girl worked hard every day to climb the mountain, lying on the railing to amuse Yun'er, and whispering with trees and flowers.

Bai Lu was afraid that she would not be able to find the little girl again, because this girl was now the incarnation of lotus root, and even her white unicorn was extremely difficult to find, so she drew a small formation on the little girl.

And that pig fairy became the queen mount of Demon Ling.

At dusk that day, the little girl sat on the top of the mountain and looked north, gnawing on the tiger leg that Long Da had found. Somehow, tears crawled all over my face as I ate. Bai Lu appeared instantly, touched the little girl's head, and asked, "What's the matter? Who made my little demon Ling angry?"

Demon Ling choked up and said, "What if I grow up?"

Bai Lu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears of the demon ling, and said softly: "Isn't it a demon ling when you grow up?"

The little girl snorted, shook her head and said, "Alas, I have lived for more than 300 years, why am I afraid of growing up!"

Liu Gong found a mountain peak in the east, and secretly named it Sorrow Peak, which was the same name as the peak on the edge of Zhidong City.

He listened to the master's words, and every day in addition to refining swords, he was refining swords, and he flew late, so he had to flutter his wings hard.

As Zhang Muliu's personal disciple, now he can't contribute a little bit to his own mountain, Liu Gong is actually very uncomfortable.

Later, Zhang Lan seemed to have happened to go to the peak of sorrow and said a strange word to the young man, "There is a saying called virtue and virtue, I think what is said is that you must have a thick virtue to carry the things you get." In the same way, no matter how much you Liu Gong has in your heart, but you don't have the ability to pick it up, what's the use?"

The young man pondered for a long time and said with a smile: "Then do it first and then think about it." ”

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

In Yueying City in the middle of the night, an inn that is cleaner than other Fengyue fields, there is a green-shirted figure leaving with a sword on his back, and a clone returning to the ghoul city.

In the middle of the night, the proprietress who sat alone on the first floor and ate melon seeds shook her head and smiled, and looked at the second floor.

The body of the white cloth was cross-legged on the bed, and the sword intent in the entire room was like boiling water.

The green-shirted swordsman returned to the ghoul city and went straight up the Xiaonai River, and when he looked at the small pavilion from afar, there was no one in it. But when I got closer, I saw a monk among them, and there was a chessboard between the two ghosts, the Taoist priest held a black letter, and the monk held a white child.

The two ghost cultivators didn't seem to see the green-shirted swordsman, but they just took care of themselves.

Zhang Muliu struggled for a long time, but still took out the free towel, took a deep breath, and tied it to the top of his head.

The two of them in the pavilion turned their heads at the same time, slightly surprised and then calmed down.

The young man was a little angry, and suddenly pulled out the tour party and faced the small pavilion.

The Taoist priest and the monk seemed to have discussed it, and said in unison, "Are you here?"

Zhang Muliu leaned in front of him with his sword, and said in a deep voice: "Something is coming at me, what kind of ability is it to calculate my apprentice?"