The north and south of Shengshen Continent are not the same weather at all, although they belong to the same continent, they can be blocked by a moat, so that there are many ordinary people in the south, and the great dynasties are in the south. In the north, there are many sects, many knights, and there are many demons.

If Edgeworth went to the Baiyun crossing in the north, it would only take half a day to get there, but Zhang Muliu still wanted to see the customs and customs north of the moat.

The sea is only a thousand miles to the north is a sparsely populated desert, and it is winter, so ordinary people do not like to run outside.

The houses here are very interesting, they are all earthen and boxy, with a platform on top, and you can also dry things. In the summer, it is very hot during the day, and when you arrive in this adobe house, it is very cool, and in winter the wind is very strong, and there is heavy snow from time to time, so the desert is extremely cold. But as long as there was a fire in the adobe house, it was like returning to the height of summer.

A young man dressed in a white-furred leather coat walked to a tulou in the desert, walked into the inn with a girl with a sword on his back, took off the cloth towel wrapped around his head, and with a flick of it, the yellow sand and snow fell to the ground.

At the moment, it was windy and sand and snowy outside, and I couldn't walk any further.

There are two floors in the tulouzi, and the first floor is quite large, so it should not be a big problem to put thirty or forty tables. The second floor should be a residence, and there should be a dozen or so rooms in a circle.

As soon as he entered the door, a sallow-faced little guy came running, put a rag on his shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat, or do you want to stay?"

Zhang Muliu learned the local dialect and said with a smile: "I can't rush in this weather, just eat something, stay for another night, and see it tomorrow." ”

The little servant looked at the girl with two swords on her back, smiled and beckoned the two to an empty table, and then asked, "Does the guest officer want two rooms or one room?"

The young man in a white fur coat looked at Fang Onion, and when he saw that the latter was aggrieved, he said, "Then there are two, but they have to be next to each other." Serve a few plates of hot dishes and a pot of bar. ”

The little guy answered, turned around and went to prepare.

Zhang Muliu secretly inspected the diners on the first floor, they were all ordinary people, and they looked like a group of treasure hunting horses.

There is a legend of the Golden City in the desert, and almost every generation will hear it, so in this endless desert, there is no shortage of treasure hunters at any time.

Fang Cong smiled and said, "Let's go look for it too?"

The young man looked strange, and said in his heart, "You little rich woman can look down on the golden city?" The little guy who came with a few plates of dishes seemed to hear Fang Onion's words, and said: "Don't look for bad luck two of you, say that there is a golden city in the west, but no one has seen it since the generation of my grandfather's grandfather." And that place has been very evil in the past two years, and there is no going back to the treasure hunt at every turn, and the whole team is gone, and everyone says that there are goblins. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, this is a little interesting!

"Can you go to the Golden City, or do you have to have some kind of yamen to go to?" the young man asked.

The little guy shook his head and smiled, and said in his heart that he was asking for money and not wanting his life, "No need, where do we have a yamen here, just a few people who are catching a day and going around like gangsters, which is worse than a sand bandit." ”

As he spoke, he heard the neighing of the horses outside, and the little girl hurriedly told the little girl to put on her veil and run to open the door.

Fang Cong looked at Zhang Muliu, and when she saw the latter nodding slightly, she put a white veil over her face.

In a short time, six men dressed in fast-catching costumes walked up, and the steps were just about to have the words "Come and hit me!" written on their faces.

I saw that the leader swaggered to a table, slapped the long knife in his hand on the table, and said with a big mouth: "A few days ago, someone died in the west, I said that you people who want money and don't want to die, die far, die in Lao Tzu's territory, are you looking for trouble for Lao Tzu?"

The words fell, but no one paid attention.

The little guy hurriedly beckoned another guy to bring the scalded wine, and said with a smile: "Master Ma, we are all begging for a bite to eat, who has nothing to do and wants to die? ”

Most of those treasure hunters have martial arts, and no one wants to take care of this hunt. He was also self-aware, and when he saw that no one paid attention to him, he scolded and scolded for a long time, and then beckoned the remaining few people to sit down and let the guys make a few hard dishes.

Perhaps it was difficult to calm down, but after sitting down, he saw Zhang Muliu and Fang Onion in the distance.

The catcher frowned, and said angrily: "You two are dumb, aren't you?

Zhang Muliu took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, and said, "Can anyone tell me, what kind of official is a catcher?"

The girl with the sword on her back pretended to think about it, and after a while, she said seriously: "It seems that there is no taste for catching fast!"

The two of them laughed and ate vegetables, but the catcher was fast but angry, picked up the knife and went straight to Zhang Muliu, and said coldly: "You two are angry?"

Another catcher quickly chimed in: "Boss, do you think these two people look like the thieves wanted a few days ago?"

For the first catch, I suddenly realized, and I just said that I would take a look.

As he spoke, he was about to tear off the green onion towel, but as soon as his hand was raised, he patted the young man away with chopsticks.

The man didn't believe in this evil, so he took out his long knife and looked directly at Zhang Muliu's neck, as if he had no waves in his heart about the murder.

However, the young man in white only stretched out two fingers, and then firmly held the long knife, and it was difficult to pull out half a point with all his strength.

Several people on the first floor looked at Zhang Muliu one after another, and they all said in their hearts, "Master!"

Zhang Muliu sneered: "It's so majestic, if you don't agree with it, you will pick up a knife and cut someone?"

There was sweat oozing from his forehead, but he still frowned and scolded: "Let go of the dog, dare to provoke the officials, are you impatient?"

The young man nodded, and with a few fingers lightly, the catcher fell backwards violently, splashing a circle of dust.

The remaining few caught quickly drew their knives and surrounded Zhang Muliu and Fang Onions.

Zhang Muliu took a bite of the dish and said with a smile: "Fang Nuxia didn't give herself a nickname? ”

Fang Cong rolled his eyes, looked around for a week, and said indifferently: "If you want to fight, think about it first, whether you will be beaten to death by this woman, or you will be beaten half to death by this woman." ”

As he spoke, he slapped the table suddenly, causing several catchers to shiver.

"Haven't you heard of me as a flying woman on the sand?"

Zhang Muliu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart that this girl is becoming more and more able to make things up.

The catcher who fell to the ground had a gloomy face and sneered: "I don't care if you fly on the sand or run on the sand, if you provoke Uncle Ben, you will have to pay the price." ”

The words were arrogant, but the young man with the hosta picked up a chopstick and threw it away, and the chopsticks poked straight into the adobe wall, leaving only a small section outside.

The crowd of catchers immediately weakened their legs, damn it, the idea was pierced. At this moment, where can an ordinary martial artist do it?

The leader of the catch saw that the opportunity was not good, and immediately changed to a smiling face, saying that the two of them can eat slowly and eat slowly, we are just joking, joking.

Zhang Muliu said get out of the way, and continued to eat. The group of catchers quickly returned to the table with a big red face, and no one spoke. I don't dare to speak without the face.

Many people have already looked sideways, especially when there is a table of men with knives on the left hand side of the door, and it is estimated that Zhang Muliu has regarded Zhang Muliu as an opponent to find the Golden City at this moment.

Fang Scallion knew that Zhang Muliu didn't like meat, so he rarely ate those vegetarian dishes, and just ate meat one bite at a time. A plate of shredded potatoes, she didn't move a single chopstick.

Zhang Muliu shook his head helplessly, "You can eat whatever you want, why do you want to leave it for me?" When did Young Master Fang's temper become so good?"

Hearing the young man's yin and yang weirdness, Fang Cong rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that it wasn't someone who would play human brains at every turn.

After going up to the second-floor residence, I found that this room actually had a window, which was a whole wooden plank, which blocked the window to death, and it was estimated that it would only open when there was no sandstorm.

In fact, Zhang Muliu knew that this was a black shop, and the six catchers and the innkeeper must be in the same group. So Zhang Muliu wanted to see what tricks these people would do in the middle of the night? Do they sneak in as a blow to the head, or blow in a puff of smoke through the crack in the door?

These things are quite strange, and the immortals flying around in the sky must be extremely interested in these methods.

Although Fang Cong lived next door, he didn't stop to communicate with Zhang Mu since just now.

"Zhang Mutou, this is a black shop! How can you rest assured that I will live alone?" This girl with an extremely flexible brain, of course, can also see that the inn is tired, but I don't know when she gave Zhang Muliu a nickname.

The young man was a little speechless, he has restored your realm to Yuanying, how else can you get it? There is not even a Qi refining cultivator in this inn, no matter how papery your Fang Onion's realm is, it will not be overwhelmed by the smoke, right?

The girl sat cross-legged on her bed, looking at the two long swords at the head of the bed, puffing out her cheeks, and was very angry.

"I said Zhang Mutou, aren't we really going to find the Golden City of Nalaoshzi?" Fang Cong asked in a voice.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "I will take you for a spin when I have the opportunity in the future, now let's go in, I guess we won't be able to get out." Don't worry if you want to have fun, let's go straight to Douhanzhou after we go to sea, that place should be more fun than here. ”

Fang Cong gave up, lay on the bed, looked at his dirty clothes, and said, "You have to buy me another piece of clothing, it has to be this color." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded and said that he would go to bed first, and you would have fun when he got up in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the upright little guy who looked at him before, led six catchers, tiptoed over, his steps were extremely light, he should be very experienced, and he did this thing a lot.

The little girl said softly: "Master Ma, let's tie that little girl to the ball first, so that we won't be afraid of that dog's day." ”

said with a lewd smile on his face, "You didn't look at it, that little girl is really good-looking." ”

A few people nodded, and they really went to Fang Onion's side.

Zhang Muliu had already frowned.

"Leave that little guy behind, and if the rest of the people are killed or not, you can just do it. ”

Fang Cong lay in the quilt and smiled, and continued to pretend to be asleep.

I naturally like to listen to praise your sister Fang for being good-looking, and if you say some meat words, you will be beaten up! I can't beat the black-hearted swordsman, you people with dirty hands and feet, I can't beat me yet?

Sure enough, it was the usual trick of the rivers and lakes, piercing the window paper, blowing a puff of smoke, and waiting for a while to go in and get people.

There was a relatively young catcher, with a reed pole in his hand, ready to blow smoke into the house, but no matter how much he suffocated his cheeks, it was difficult to blow out a breath.

The young catcher quickly grew up and panted, and whispered: "Boss, is this thing of yours too long useless to blow out!"

A few people have long seen this young catcher, at this time the horse master grabbed the reed pole with a black face, frowned and blew a few times, but still couldn't blow it, he had an idea, handed the reed pole to the young catcher, and said You suck it and try it.

The young catcher said that he couldn't blow it out, so what's the use of sucking it? Put it on his mouth and suck it gently, only to hear the man's goose cry, the little guy hurriedly blocked his mouth with his hand, and then there were two wisps of smoke from the young catcher's nostrils.

This is wicked!

Seeing that the young catcher had fainted, Ma Ye gritted his teeth and said softly: "If you don't do it, let's break in!"

poured one, and there were five catchers left, and an innkeeper. They looked at each other and nodded, both with fierce faces, opened the door gently, drew their knives and went to Fang Onion's bed.

Seeing that there was no movement on the bed, Ma Ye walked over with a sneer, picked up the quilt with the tip of a knife, and saw a beautiful girl with white arms exposed.

A few bad guys almost had nosebleeds.

The girl on the bed suddenly hummed, as if she had a dream, whispered a few times, turned over and fell asleep.

Suddenly there were a few screams, and the lights of the entire inn came on.

When the girl turned around, in the eyes of those villains, there was only a white skeleton around her neck.

The white bone girl smiled and asked, "What do you want to do, go to the underworld to accompany me?" My sister has been dead for a hundred years, and she is really a little lonely, do you want to accompany me?"

The horse master fought with his upper and lower teeth, as if he remembered all the bad things he had done in his life, and he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva and crawled to the door, but he couldn't open the door, so he shouted hoarsely like everyone else, and shouted that there was a ghost!

After a long time and still didn't see Zhang Muliu coming, Fang Cong said angrily: "Zhang Mutou, what are you doing?"

A green shirt came here in an instant, his face was blue, the blood hanging from the corners of his mouth was still steaming, and the half of his heart in his hand was fluttering.

This scared the souls of these people, and they fainted when they saw a few wet stalls on the ground.

Zhang Muliu pulled away the conjuring spell, and said angrily: "Enough fun, right? ”

The girl also turned back, tilted her head and grinned, and walked over to put her arms around Zhang Muliu's arm. The young man glared and said to put on his clothes, and the girl pouted and put on her clothes and swords, and the two disappeared in a flash.

Except for the one who was in the smoke, the remaining six people are probably delirious fools in their lives.

The art of change and the art of flight are the earliest techniques learned by monks who have reached the realm of Jindan. At first, it was easy to become dead, but it was difficult to live. Under the practice, you can change to do the rabbit in the mountain and the fish in the water, which is a slightly higher technique.

The two of them took a slow time, and arrived at Baiyundu before dawn, just in time for the first ferry to Douhanzhou this year.

This Baiyundu and the mountain-moving ferry are completely two different looks. Moving mountains and crossing the clouds, you can see the sea in the distance. It is a high hanging trestle in the middle of the yellow sand, and several ferries are floating in the air, and there is no cloud in their eyes at all.

Fang Scallion has changed into new clothes, it is Zhang Muliu who has prepared it for her a long time ago, it is still that color, the style has been slightly changed, and the lining of Fang Shallot has more of the taste of a chivalrous woman.

The girl was naturally very satisfied.

It seems that all the ferries in the world have begun to use the monk's currency, and it is not far to Douhanzhou, and the two of them did not ask for the nagzag cabin, but they also wanted two mud coins per person, which was extremely expensive.

The ferry, which can carry about 100 people, is much more atmospheric than its own nuclear boat.

There was nothing wrong on the ship, and it didn't take long to arrive at Douhan Continent.

In fact, this Dou Han Continent used to be called the Beidou Cold Continent for a few years, and then somehow it was never called the North again. According to Fang Cong's statement, the northern character is occupied by Juluzhou, and if you want to, you can come and take a look, and you can shake people. Do you have that guts?

The territory of Douhan Continent is actually not small, at least as big as the Liang Kingdom and the Yue Kingdom combined, and it is indeed not small among the small continents floating on the sea.

Fang Cong didn't come to this Douhan Continent less, so he naturally became the one who led the way.

It is said that three hundred miles further north, there is a place called Luwen County, and the furnace wine sold is extremely fragrant, and she treats onions and lets Zhang Muliu drink enough.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said, "Do you still have money?"

The girl smiled strangely, "That's my family's business, I'm going to get the money!"

The young man sighed helplessly, look at others, and then look at himself, he is the lord of a mountain, and now he doesn't even get any serious money.

The two of them went north slowly, and they didn't take the sword, they just bought a carriage and stopped and went, as if they were enjoying the mountains and rivers.

This time, Zhang Muliu was really not in a hurry to return to his hometown. If you don't reach the realm of Hedao, it's useless to go back, so according to Zhang Muliu's thoughts, when you return to your hometown, you must at least be among the Hedao.

This Douhanzhou, according to Fang Onion, snow until around the Dragon Boat Festival in a year, and then it often rains until about August 15, when it snows again, year after year.

In order not to attract the attention of ordinary people, Zhang Muliu bought a gray cotton jacket to put on the outside, and the hosta on his head was also taken off, and his hair was tied indiscriminately, looking white, it looked like a dirt bun that had just run out of the mountains. In addition, there was a very good-looking little girl sitting in the carriage, this guy was driving in front, how did she look like a coachman.

Fang Onion didn't want to dress up like this, so he only added a thick cloak to the outside of the green clothes.

Where is there a woman who doesn't love beauty?

Of course, a black-hearted swordsman is a black-hearted swordsman, where can he drive for himself every day?

Walking to a place where there were people, Zhang Muliu was like a long-term worker who had never seen the world, burying his head in driving. When he arrived at that kind of wilderness road, this Uncle Zhang let the horses walk around by themselves, leaning on the frame of the car and pouring wine in small sips, and Fang Cong had to practice swords while walking. The most annoying thing is that that guy has pressed his own realm to the foundation again, and he can't be lazy if he wants to.

So on the long snowy road, there was a young man from the countryside in a gray cotton jacket, occasionally taking a sip of wine, occasionally closing his eyes and meditating, and occasionally talking to a young girl walking with a sword.

And the girl is more miserable, most of the time is in the foundation realm, and when the wind blows, and the snow does not stop, Zhang Muliu wants to turn her into a mortal, constantly waving Qingbai, frozen hands and feet stiff, and his face is blue. Within a while, the tiger's mouth cracked into some small openings.

The stubborn girl never gave up halfway, but after returning to the warm carriage, she would cover her mouth and nose tightly, and tears continued to overflow.

Fang Cong didn't want him to feel that he couldn't do it, she was afraid that if she couldn't do these things, Zhang Muliu would leave her in Luwen City, and she wouldn't take her alone in the future.

Just stop and go, just 300 miles, a full half a month to arrive.

Surrounded by mountains, there is only one entrance and exit, and compared to the ice and snow outside, this place is really like a huge furnace, very warm. Although it is not as good as Zhanbu Continent, it is also comparable to the spring of Shengshen Continent.

As soon as Fang Onion arrived at the furnace temperature, he went straight to a monk's restaurant, Zhang Muliu said that he would go to her later, and the girl didn't believe it.

The young man said helplessly: "You Fang is carried by you, am I such a generous person?"

The girl relieved herself, ran to the restaurant alone, took out a token of her young master from the small purse, and put the money earned by the liquor store for most of the year into the small purse.

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face, "The young master has taken all the money, and we won't be able to do business in the future." ”

Fang Cong didn't care about you, and snorted coldly: "Ask my grandfather for money, if he doesn't give it, you say, when I go back, I will pull out his beard." ”

The shopkeeper of the wine shop said no more.

But the girl intensified, took out a purple gold gourd from her small purse, and said that she should pour in all the warm wine in the shop. The shopkeeper of the wine shop has no choice but to do it, who let this wine shop belong to someone else.

The girl took the money and poured the wine, and sat at the gate of the wine shop, holding You Fang in her arms, looking at the end of the alley in the distance, expecting a young man in white to come with a smile.

can wait from early morning to dusk, seeing that there is only a trace of afterglow in the sky, before Zhang Muliu came, Fang Cong couldn't help the tears in his eyes, sniffed a few times, hugged You Fang tightly, and was a big liar in his mouth.

A touch of afterglow finally fell, and the further east it went, the darker it became, and the girl with a long sword on her back and a long sword on her back was already crying, and her face was red with tears. The shopkeeper of the wine shop came over and tried to persuade people, but was scolded to get out.

When it finally got dark, Fang Shallot cried almost silently as he did on the deck of the nuclear boat.

At this time, a young man in white came from a distance, with a hosta on his head and a pair of extremely ugly black cloth shoes on his feet.

The young man quickened his pace and walked in front of the girl, looking at Fang Onion, who was crying silently, a little distressed.

A slender hand pressed the girl's head and said softly: "I'm sorry, I found a blacksmith shop and gave you a pair of scabbards, but I didn't expect a dozen to be a day." ”

The girl cried out, rushed over and hugged the young man, and choked up: "My father and mother are here, gave me a small purse, and said that I would wait and come to me later, but I waited for many years and did not wait for them to come back." ”

Zhang Muliu became more and more distressed, rubbed Fang Onion's little head, and said softly: "Today is the seventh day of the third month, I have to give you a gift, don't you?"

The girl looked up and asked, "How do you know?"

The young man conjured up a pair of scabbards out of thin air, which was a hollow scabbard made with Xie Yun'er's congratulatory gift, and there was a bamboo board on each side of the tip, which was extremely beautiful.

"I still expect to eat and drink with you, how could I throw you away? You have a home in Juluzhou, and Muqiushan is also your home. ”

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

There was a young man in white with a sword on his shoulder, all the way to Annan, to the former Luoyue ferry, and halfway through the road, he didn't hold back and split the half-renovated palace in half.

After Jiang Mohang's trip to Qingtang, he ran to the ferry, and said that he was chatting with the big brother who was guarding the boat, but he was actually afraid that his ancestors would stop him in Shengshenzhou.

In Qingtang City, in the north of Shengshen Continent, there was a young man in a green shirt lying on the bed and couldn't move.

This time, Qi Fengxu didn't have to pretend to be seriously injured, let alone pretend to be in the realm of gods.

This true young leader of Shengshenzhou clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said:

"I will go to Zhanbuzhou in the future. ”