On the night of Qixi Festival, Zhang Muliu continued to go west with Fang Onion, but he didn't ask for the speed of the foot, just rushed to the cold ferry in September. Strive to leave Douhanzhou before the weather freezes, and it will take at least a month on the ferry by then.

There are some things that Zhang Muliu is not afraid to mention to Fang Cong, but after saying it, she may not understand, so she only said that the old man with a red line is half an enemy, and he went to Shengshenzhou to find trouble, and he estimated that he would beat people half to death.

Who is that person? Of course, it is He Zitang.

At that time, in the water pavilion, a man and a woman were real, and they did something for the old thing. The woman couldn't give up the man in her heart, but she felt that she didn't like him. The man really likes women, but he thinks that since people don't like them, why should he pester them?

That drinking game was really a farewell.

Out of Luyue County, Fang Cong kept asking, can those two people be together?

Zhang Muliu only said, "The only thing in the world is who they like is the most unreasonable, there is nothing to say about this, they can be together if they want to, but they can't if they don't want to." ”

Fang Shallot sighed, a little sullen.

Zhang Muliu pointed to the two stars in the sky that were said to meet tonight, and said with a smile: "Then what do you say the two of them are drawing?"

The girl shook her head, and Zhang Muliu said: "Because you don't like it, you can't put the two together;

Along a small river to the southwest, along the way, it is not uncommon to see river lanterns flowing down from Luyue County.

Zhang Muliu was a little puzzled, when will the Qixi Festival be able to put river lanterns? It is really strange, and the folk customs are the least strange.

The two disguised themselves as Jianghu martial artists, each carrying a sword to the west, and before they left Luyue County, they ran into the person who went into the mountains to catch demons. What goblins can there be in Douhan Continent? They all ran to the thirteen cities of Haigui Mountain, who is still out there to be lonely souls and wild ghosts? Waiting to subdue demons and eliminate demons?

Those little monks who pretended to be Taoist priests and refined qi were estimated to be just cheating some money in the surrounding towns and villages under the guise of catching demons.

At that time, Xiao Nizi's heart was playful, and she turned into a hundred-zhang big snake lying in the mountain, and the big head of the small mountain rushed straight towards a few qi refining monks, scaring a few people into urine, and running away as if they didn't need money. Fang Cong also deliberately said, if you dare to lie to people after you go back, you people, you have to eat all of them!

Zhang Muliu really didn't want to stay in the territory of Chen for a long time, so he simply took Fang Onion and Imperial Sword out of Baili, and after leaving the border of Chen State, he landed on a mountain peak not far from the settlement, and found a mountain temple and planned to pass the Qixi Festival.

When I landed, I found that in the mountain temple where the statue was already dilapidated, there were actually three men and three women who gathered the fire, and they were also thinking about spending a different kind of Tanabata in this mountain temple in the wilderness?

Looking at the dress, it doesn't look like some poor family, and there is a luxurious carriage and three precious horses outside.

Seeing that the place was occupied, Fang Cong hid in the distance, and sighed: "It looks like it's a bunch of second ancestors who don't know where they came from, can't they find an inn?

Zhang Muliu looked for a big tree in the distance, just in time to see the movement in the temple, lying on the branch and drinking by himself.

Fang Cong ran to call the master, saying that it is better for us to make a fire under this tree, but Zhang Muliu smiled and said: "The clay statue in this mountain temple still has the residual incense and fire aura." ”

Since he rebuilt his human body, Zhang Muliu found that he could spy into the hearts of others, and he had a feeling that he could see the heavens in the dark. The mountain god, who has been reduced to a lonely soul and a wild ghost, can't escape Zhang Muliu's eyes.

In fact, most of the mountain gods and river gods in later generations are the ancestors of the people of a place, or they are worshiped by the people of a place, and slowly gather the aura with the incense of the world, which is like a new life. There are only a few of them that are enclosed by the imperial court, and a wisp of national honor is divided, just like the city god of Tongguguan.

But in any case, the gods in the mouths of such people are actually ghost cultivators.

Without incense, you can only absorb the yang energy of the human body.

Pity the three men and three women who came to seek excitement, and they didn't know it when the catastrophe came.

The six people were very playful, and the three women should have come to play with them in Fengyue Place. Each of the six had a sieve in his hand and threw it on the ground, and the smallest of them had to shed a piece of clothing. The three men saw that they had used some small means, and they were only left with the inner lining, and the three women were only left with clothes as thin as cicada wings and faintly visible belly pockets.

Zhang Muliu closed his eyes after saying a word, and Fang Shallot sighed and closed his eyes obediently.

A few people in the temple were drinking and playing with a sieve to undress and reward, and seeing that the woman was about to take off, the mountain god was finally ready to appear.

Don't dare to wait for the yang energy to be discharged, otherwise it won't taste good, and the taste of the cold food is a little owed, which is a truth.

A woman bit her lip, charming and charming, and said softly, "Which son are the three of us with tonight?"

A man leaned over to the woman's side, stretched out his hand and touched it randomly, he smiled and said: "What is the difference, it is not easy to meet a Chinese Valentine's Day, how lively we are together." ”

A few people were about to laugh, when the clay fetus statue suddenly opened its eyes, and a rough voice came, "Then it's lively." ”

A few people looked at the idol after realizing it, and the clay embryo idol actually grinned, and the three women immediately fainted.

Yuan Fang muttered, "I didn't see it!" Won't we save it?"

Zhang Muliu turned his head angrily, Xiao Nizi didn't dare to open his eyes, he had to say: "No need, someone is already running faster than us." ”

When the three rich men were about to be frightened, a man dressed in gray with a knife on his back flashed over, pulled out his knife and smashed the idol, and when the three of them showed a look of salvation, the man slapped him three times, and the three of them were each beaten away and fainted to the ground.

I saw the man with the knife on his back carefully looked at the three snow-white women, shook his head and said: "It looks good, the size is at your fingertips, but it's a pity that it's not a fairy, so I can't talk about it." ”

The corners of Zhang Muliu's mouth twitched in the distance, and he endured it again and again, and finally made up his mind to swell this person's face later.

Although the idol has been shattered, the mountain god has long been out of incense to worship, and the spirit will not be affected in any way. So there was a middle-aged ghost cultivator, wearing a tattered official uniform, who appeared out of thin air, looked at the man with the knife on his back, squinted and smiled: "It's just a foundation, is it here to send him to death?"

The man with the knife grinned, "My name is Mao Jiu, and my ancestor is a ghost hunter." ”

The ghost cultivator who only had half a grain of the golden pill left stomped his foot fiercely, and the entire mountain began to tremble, and a mountain of luck blessed it, and it actually had some meaning to make up for the broken golden pill.

Fang Cong finally opened his eyes, turned his head and said tentatively: "Is it the same as a person who has been a county governor of a place, and he will know that county well? Although this ghost cultivator is not a mountain god, after all, it is his territory, so he can still borrow the aura of mountains and rivers." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded with a smile and said softly: "Actually, it's not a good way, it's like fishing in the dry water, and if you use it a little, you will have a little less." However, if he takes down this foundation building swordsman, he can also make up for it. ”

Seeing that the ghost cultivator had become a serious Jindan realm, Mao Jiu was not in a hurry at all. It wasn't until the ghost cultivator said, "It's okay if you don't come, but if you come, you have to serve as a drink." ”

Mao Jiu glanced at the woman on the ground, and sneered: "Do you want to find a few mountain god ladies by the way?" You think beautifully, although you are not a chivalrous girl of the rivers and lakes, a monk fairy, but you can also satisfy your cravings, right? ”

The ghost cultivator was extremely angry, and he was about to make a move, but Mao Jiu just took out a cloth bag, and suddenly the golden light bloomed, and the ghost cultivator had already been taken down.

The man with the knife muttered, "I said that my ancestors hunted ghosts." ”

After solving the ghost cultivation, Mao Jiu looked at the three women, estimating where to start, but a sword light came in an instant.

It was Fang Onion who made a move, and Qingbai went first.

Of course, Mao Jiu didn't dodge a sword, but he seemed to be wearing some kind of immortal armor, and after getting up in a burst of dust, he was unscathed.

Mao Jiuzhi looked at Fang Cong in a daze, and his saliva was about to flow out, "Oh, it's really a good day, saying that the fairy and fairy are here, what's the matter? ”

Fang Cong turned his head with a cold face and said in a deep voice, "Can I kill him?"

Zhang Muliu said in a deep voice: "Let's fight half to death first." ”

Mao Jiu laughed and sneered: "Don't beat me to death, I beg you to kill me, have you heard of it?" My father is the mountain master there, the Yuanying realm." ”

Fang Cong sighed, which was regarded as an answer to Zhang Muliu, and then turned around, just a sword of Jin Dan, the sword intent around the long sword Qingbai exploded, and the Laoshizi treasure armor on Mao Jiu's body shattered in response, and then flew backwards, breaking through the Water Temple and destroying a large number of trees.

The girl turned her head and said, "I didn't kill you." ”

In fact, a man woke up just now, and he just pretended not to wake up, but he was already wet under him. The master didn't say anything, and Fang Cong didn't know.

A white dress appeared out of thin air, sat by the fire to roast the fire, grabbed Mao Jiu with a grab, threw it aside and pulled it up with his hands, only to see that Mao Jiu's body had a phantom about to be torn out, and the cry like killing a pig suddenly sounded.

The man who was awake was really frightened and fainted at this moment.

Zhang Muliu pushed Mao Jiu's soul back, and after another sound of killing pigs, the man with the knife endured severe pain and got up and knelt in front of Zhang Muliu, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and kept saying that the younger generation was wrong, and the senior raised his noble hand and spared my life.

The young man in white poured a sip of wine and sighed: "You said that you were doing a good thing, but there was no one on your mouth, so you have to let my apprentice beat you half to death." Isn't it Okay, do you want me to go for a visit?"

In fact, Zhang Muliu had really never heard of this mountain before.

Fang Cong waved his hand and wrapped the three dusty women in his clothes with his aura. Xiao Nizi is really a little angry, obviously she doesn't look bad, why do you want to sell her body?

In fact, a girl like Fang Onion who grew up in the palm of her hand is difficult to understand, some things can't get by, they really can't get by, and trying their best to do nothing can help, you can only grasp what is what.

Since ancient times, there have been places of wind and moon, but except for those who have great talents and do not sell their bodies, who can help themselves? Everyone wants to marry an honest man, teach each other husband and children, and a lifetime has passed.

But under the way of the world, step out, unless there is that heart-wrenching mental journey, who can turn back? Who dares to turn back?

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and pulled out the soul of Mao Jiu, and after a ghost crying wolf, the man with the knife who claimed to be an ancestral ghost hunter was already sweating profusely, and his voice trembled.

Mao Jiu said in a trembling voice: "Senior, Mao Jiu owes his mouth, he knows that he is wrong, can he surround my life, I can exchange an ancestral soul talisman for my life." ”

Zhang Muliu picked up a thin branch, put the red-hot pieces of wood together, and said softly: "How much is the soul talisman worth, and what is the effect?"

The man with the knife on his back hurriedly said: "The rank can only be regarded as medium, but this talisman is indeed my family heirloom, and it has a natural overwhelming effect on the ghosts in the world." Of course...... It also has something to do with his own realm, if he is a golden pill, he can hold the Yuan Infant ghost thing at most. ”

Zhang Mu was clear, so this guy was not afraid at all when he encountered Jindan Ghost Cultivation.

Na Mao Jiu continued: "It's a little difficult to learn, I started learning it at the age of five, and now, it took me thirty years to barely draw the talismans of the past. ”

Zhang Muliu looked at it, and Mao Jiu instantly understood what his predecessor meant, his life was at stake at the moment, and his brain was whirling.

The man with the knife trembled his arm, picked up a branch and drew a talisman on the ground, Zhang Muliu just watched him finish drawing.

Waiting for that Mao Jiu to draw the ancestral soul talisman, he looked at it with an inquiring look, and it could be seen that the white-clothed senior had an indifferent face, and he felt that he was still drawing too fast, and he was ready to slow down and redraw it, at least he had to let the senior remember how to draw.

But Zhang Muliu looked at Fang Cong and asked with a smile: "Have you learned it?" ”

The girl pointed to the sword, drawing a talisman with the sword qi void, and doing it in one go.

Mao Jiu was frightened and stupid, and said in his heart that he had provoked some great god tonight? He had studied hard for more than 30 years before he could draw it, and people could easily draw it at a casual glance.

In fact, the most terrifying thing is that this girl has such a sword intent, and she is actually just the apprentice of the ruthless person next to her.

The apprentices are all like this, and the master is afraid that it will be even more terrifying! It is probably not a joke to say that he will go to Xuluo Mountain, but if he really goes, don't you want to demolish it for him?

In fact, Zhang Muliu was also extremely surprised, Fang Cong actually had such a high talent for talismans, and he could learn it at a glance because in that dream, there was a life when he entered the Tao with talismans, although he did not know the talismans in the world, but it was extremely simple to learn. And Fang Onion, even if he has an ethereal past life, but now he is not born to know it, how can he just take a look?

Holding back without changing his face, Zhang Mu turned his head to look at Mao Jiu, and asked with a smile: "This simple talisman doesn't seem to be enough to buy you a life, right?"

Mao Jiu wanted to cry without tears, and said in his heart that he had met the Sword Immortal or the disciple of the merchant, but when he saw the young man in white raising his hand, Mao Jiu hurriedly said bitterly: "Senior, I do have a mantra for conjuring spirits, but that is the root of our Xuanluo Mountain, and it stands to reason that it should not be passed on." ”

Zhang Muliu had already raised his arm, and Mao Jiu hurriedly said: "I am the foundation of Xuluo Mountain, if I am gone, it is useless to say anything, I will teach my seniors." ”

It's just that Zhang Muliu seems to have changed his mind, took out a plucked pheasant, and began to roast meat.

Fang Cong was embarrassed to say, but Zhang Muliu knew that Xiao Nizi liked to eat this wild pheasant the most, as well as Namash in his hometown. When you go out, it's not convenient to knead dough or anything, but wild pheasants are everywhere, catch one and roast it for Xiao Nizi.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Listening to Mao Daxia's tone, I don't look down on ordinary women very much, what kind of chivalrous fairies do you have to look at?"

Zhang Muliu didn't accept that formula, but it made Mao Jiu even more worried. If you accept it, it's a life exchange, confiscation, and you only have half a life.

At this time, I heard the senior ask this question that people couldn't answer, Mao Jiu was already like ashes, and he didn't know what to do.

Zhang Mu turned his head and showed a smile, Mao Jiu could only smile bitterly, looking like a broken jar, "Yes, yes, I'm not afraid of jokes, I've slept with a chivalrous girl, and a fairy has also slept with one." But after living for so long, apart from those women who sell meat, I have only had a relationship with those two. ”

The young man in white smiled slightly and quipped: "I guess, you must have liked fairies first, and then you were dumped, so you like chivalrous girls, right?"

Mao Jiu's face turned red, he simply sat on the ground, and said with a wry smile: "Everyone has things they don't want to say, I don't want to say these things, if my predecessors want to kill me, take one hundred and eighty catties of meat, I have nothing to say." ”

Fang Cong on the side sneered: "Bad temper, didn't you get beaten enough? Fang just said my words, do you think you can pass like this?"

Mao Jiu didn't say anything anymore, his calculation was, if you want to kill, you can kill, if I don't shout pain, I will be the turtle son.

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Then let's fight again, take a breath." ”

Fang Scallion got up slowly, dragged Mao Jiu's neck collar and walked out of the broken temple, Zhang Muliu laughed and barbecued, the sound of banging outside was mixed with the howl of ghosts and wolves, and it didn't take long for the sound of begging for mercy.

Xiao Nizi brought Mao Jiu back again, took out a small kettle and poured water to wash her hands, and then tore off a chicken leg and ate it.

Zhang Muliu looked at Mao Jiu, who couldn't cry anymore, and sighed: "Mao Daxia's bones are not hard!"

Mao Jiu is really better than dead now, if you want to kill, kill it, why scare me?

"Why are you torturing me with a scar the size of a bowl on my head?"

The young man in white handed another chicken leg to Fang Cong, then turned his head and said with a smile: "Okay, hurry up and run away, don't take your life for no reason." But I still have to advise you that you can do more good deeds like today, but you should do less things like today. If you run into someone with a slightly bad temper, will you still be alive?"

Mao Jiu said incredulously: "Senior, are you going to let me go?"

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "I don't ask you to do a good deed every day, but if you really can't see some things, you can do what you can." ”

As he spoke, he threw a talisman to the man with the knife on his back, "If you get into trouble because of meddlesomeness, you can use this to run and learn to draw by yourself." But if you use this to run when you are doing evil, your life will not be guaranteed. ”

Mao Jiu got up with difficulty, slammed his head a few times, and said that he would take care of his mouth and do good deeds in the future. But before he could take two steps, Fang Cong suddenly stood up, kicked it away with one kick, and flew very far.

The young man picked up the wine gourd, poured a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Doesn't the fox love to eat chicken? ”

The three women slowly opened their eyes, got up and bowed slightly to Fang Onion, and then turned to Zhang Muliu, with the image of seducing sentient beings in their gestures.

The three women suddenly overlapped and turned into one person, and the other three men also turned into a few wisps of green smoke and disappeared along with the carriage and horses outside.

Zhang Muliu frowned, and after a while, he stretched his brows again, and had to smile bitterly.

It turned out that he thought about it by himself, not from Haiguishan.

The woman smiled: "Zhang Gongzi is really good eyesight, can you see this?"

Fang Shallot had already drawn his sword, and his expression was very indifferent.

She is not stupid, but when she is with Zhang Muliu, she is unwilling to be smart. Now the master has said that this person is a fox, and his plan has a lot to do with that Yue Yingcheng, and the master was seriously injured that night.

Zhang Muliu couldn't stop him, Fang Cong had already taken a step forward and asked loudly: "Are you in the same group as that bullshit big gentleman? Why did you hurt my master!"

The fox demon was obviously stunned, and then covered his mouth and smiled, "If you don't be a fox, you have to be a family, she is a nine-tailed fox, and I am also a nine-tailed fox, but I am a remnant of the colored world, and I am a serious sky fox." ”

Such a secret thing, this fox actually said it so generously.

The thirty-six layers of heaven are actually differentiated, just like the thoughtless river swimming in the sky, it is also a colored sky.

Zhang Muliu stretched out his hand and pressed Fang Onion's head, and said with relief: "The apprentices all know that they are angry with the master, but you are looking for the wrong person." ”

In fact, from Zhang Muliu and Fang Onion to the ground, this place was trapped by the nine-tailed fox casting spell within a radius of 100 miles, and Mr. Big and his ilk couldn't get in desperately.

Fang Cong still didn't believe it, where in the world are there so many nine-tailed foxes?

But Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "Last time I was in the Dragon Mansion, did you forget when I went to the Dragon Temple? At that time, I was like watching the flowers in the long river of time, and I saw several battles, among which it can be regarded as a very early one, and there was this senior in front of me. ”

Fang Scallion scratched his head, quickly put away the green and white, and turned behind Zhang Muliu in small steps, putting his head against the young man's back, the girl's face turned red.

In this way, the earliest pictures that are not suitable for viewing are actually all fake? Because those three men are all fake! Is it all for the predecessors of the heavenly fox to listen to in his own heart?

Zhang Muliu smiled and asked, "So the seniors are testing me?"

Tianhu also smiled, "You have seen a lot of big people along the way! ”

Zhang Muliu said again: "What do the seniors plan?"

The woman sighed and said helplessly: "It's not like you haven't seen that big battle, my oath is still in my ears, of course I have to keep my promise." ”

The young man in white stepped back, and Fang Onion also learned in a good way.

Zhang Muliu looked serious and said respectfully:

"Send seniors!"

.........

On the Chinese Valentine's Day this year, there was an old ancestor of the fox clan who had lived for thousands of years, and in the Muqiu Mountain of Shengshenzhou, there was a white fox crawling out of the stillborn and stumbling to Qiutan.

There was a little girl in a pink skirt with a spear-like hairpin on her head, swaying barefoot in the water of the autumn pool.

Demon Ling looked left and right, picked up the white fox, and whispered: "Early autumn, wood, autumn mountains, autumn pools, three autumns, cool weather, good autumn." ”

Rubbing the white fox that she had just picked up, the little girl smiled and said, "I'll just talk nonsense, don't tell anyone." ”

The white fox's head was stuffed into the arms of the demon Ling, and the little girl was very happy.

In fact, she really wanted to encounter another rainy day, and a scholar dressed in white came running around, saying that he wanted to catch ghosts. When the time comes, she will be able to show off to him:

"Ah, I'm going to write poetry. ”