slapped the scourge woman away, and Zhang Muliu took a deep breath. The so-called "scourge" does not of course refer to how good-looking she looks, but if this matter spreads, he Zhang Muliu will return to Shengshenzhou, and his life will be difficult to protect! Not to mention what will happen to Qiushui, he has never had a chance to beat his son, and He Zitang, who is always holding back to beat him, will first beat Zhang Muliu with a blue nose and swollen face.

Cao Xu actually gained a lot, not only found a sword spike for himself, but also found a neon coat and feather coat for his senior sister. Qin Xiaoxiao couldn't resist the young man, so he had to cast a spell to put it on his body. At that time, Cao Xu was dumbfounded, and said in his heart, how can the senior sister become more and more beautiful? Unfortunately, it was only covered on her body for a short time, and Qin Xiaoxiao removed the eye-catching clothes.

Song Yuan was protecting the treasures that the two of them had found, and using the immortal breath contained in them to break through the realm. As soon as the two apprentices entered the mysterious realm of selflessness, a woman with a blood-stained face slapped someone.

This Dou Han Continent Dou Han Continent Sword Cultivator endured again and again, and finally ...... Still held back.

Damn it, you can't beat it!

Song Yuan didn't destroy flowers like Zhang Muliu, but dragged the woman with a gentle aura and slowly pushed her towards Sima Zhuo.

Zhang Muliu, who had no heart to refine the spiritual spring in the distance, saw Song Yuan's hand, sighed helplessly, and said in his heart that you deserve to be so old and have no daughter-in-law.

Where does Sima Zhuo have the leisure to take care of it? There are more than 20 people here who have not attracted qi into their bodies, and they are already irritable, but when they see Song Yuan pushing the woman over, this sect master, who has already been "determined", will learn from Zhang Muliu to slap her away.

Song Yuan sighed, pulled the woman back again, threw away a pill casually, and said softly, "Why don't you heal your injuries first, and then wash your face?"

Who knew that the woman took the pill, swallowed it in one gulp, turned around and flew towards Zhang Muliu, ignoring Song Yuan.

The blind Taoist sat above and watched the play, and at this time he only hated that he had eaten too much in his early years, and he gouged out his own eyes.

Zhang Muliu seems to be just sitting and drinking, but in fact, he is constantly reviewing today's events.

It stands to reason that the old dog can't be the one who took the key, and the Linglong Tower is not like a key, but more like a battering ram. Zhang Muliu felt that Li Zhong's gang could come here, there must be other ways. Zhuang Chen is even more confusing, what Zhang Muliu can be sure of is that this person must have also climbed the ninth order.

When they came to this thoughtless river, there were only four people who were not suppressed.

Cao Xu and Qin Xiaoxiao, Zhuang Chen, and Zhang Muliu.

Although I don't know what it means to walk up the nine steps on the lakeside steps, these steps must not be simple.

Just thinking about it, the woman flew in the sky again, and she didn't know how to wipe the blood stains on her face, who are you scaring here?

Seeing that the white-clothed swordsman was about to raise his hand, the woman fell angrily, glaring: "Either you will kill me, or I will rely on you, you choose." ”

Zhang Mu was extremely angry, and frowned: "Did you break your brain for that Zhuang Chen? ”

The woman's ghost messenger said, "Don't think about it, I have nothing to do with Zhuang Chen." ”

only heard a snap, and the woman slapped her again and went to Song Yuan's side again.

Zhang Muliu said coldly: "If you say this kind of thing to me again, it won't be difficult to die." ”

The green-shirted swordsman endured it again and again, but still threw away a pill, and was about to persuade him, but the woman had another gust of wind flowing towards Zhang Mu. Lao Yuan said: "My name is not Han Ben, my name is Huang Qing'er." ”

Zhang Muliu put his hand on his forehead, yes, can't I hide if I can't be provoked? What the fucking name does your fucking surname have to do with me? You don't want to fucking live, Lao Tzu still wants to be good.

The white clothes disappeared in an instant, but they were actually still in place, just hiding in the confusion.

The blind Taoist in the high place smiled, and he didn't know where to find a plate of peanuts, as if he could see it.

Huang Qing'er saw that Zhang Muliu was hiding, and she couldn't find herself, she looked a little disappointed, walked straight to the spring, washed her face, and sat cross-legged beside the waterwheel and talked to herself, in fact, it was for Zhang Muliu, she knew that Zhang Shanzhu could hear it.

"He ruined his body, but I didn't have anything to do, even if I went out alive, I didn't dare to return to the sect, it was better to die here. ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't listen to it a little, appeared in an instant, grabbed Huang Qing'er's hair with one hand and picked it up, and said coldly: "What do you want to calculate in the future, remember to learn a magic power that can block others from prying eyes." The words of your heart are like thunder in my ears. ”

Huang Qing'er looked shocked, "Then you knew my true identity as early as when I appeared?"

Zhang Muliu didn't answer, but said coldly: "Your own hatred and your own grievances, go and avenge yourself." I have no reason, let alone interest in helping you, let alone thinking about what you can do with your little appearance, in my eyes, all women in the world except for my relatives and the other two women are vulgar fans. ”

With that, he threw it away, and You Fang instantly unsheathed it and hovered in front of it.

"If you dare to come again, you will die. ”

The woman still didn't give up, got up and said, "Zhuang Yu knows whether Luo Yu has anything to do with monsters, I don't know this." But I know that the Wind Pulling Sect is destroyed, and besides, don't you want to know what Zhuang Chen did when he went to Shengshenzhou? ”

Zhang Muwan looked around, Huang Qing'er showed a smile, and said: "Anyway, you have provoked so many people, don't hide me on your mountain, I can make a heavenly oath that I will never harm you and the people related to you." ”

The young man in white looked at it with a smile and said, "What are you trying to do?"

Huang Qing'er smiled slightly and said indifferently: "I was born on an island south of Qiyunzhou, and my father is the owner of the island. One day, a poisonous woman came, and just because of my brother's words, she killed more than 30 members of our family, and even made my father skin cramps. ”

is obviously a deep hatred, but when she says it, it seems like the story of someone else's family.

The woman continued: "Isn't it easy for people to find out if you have hatred in your heart, and I have been thinking that I don't know about it until you behead Zhuang Chen." ”

Zhang Muliu turned around, took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, as if he didn't care about the story, "It's impossible to go to Muqiu Mountain, but I can find a place for you, it's not a big problem to hide you until you die." But only if I want the secret in your stomach, you have to tell it. ”

The woman smiled: "Deal." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and changed his clothes, and went to Song Yuan's side in an instant, like a weak woman, bowed slightly, and then said with a smile: "Thank you Song Gongzi for the medicine, the slave family is grateful." ”

The young man in a green shirt was obviously at a loss, and when he saw that his face was bloodless, he looked at the very quiet woman, so he could only smile.

The blind Taoist ran to Zhang Muliu's side, handed over the remaining peanuts, and sighed: "This Song Gongzi has no concentration, and he can't catch up with my brother's eleventh." ”

Zhang Muliu said angrily: "There is less than half an hour, you really don't want to look for some opportunities?"

The old blind man shook his head and sighed again: "Forget it, I'll go back to be my worshipper who cares about food, shelter and don't care about anything, and there is no hope of breaking through the realm in this life." ”

was too irritable, Zhang Muliu simply crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and ran to help Yuanying carry water.

This time, that Yuanying was busy repairing his "home" for the better, ignoring Zhang Muliu, just running four times to the mountains and rivers, throwing away the pitiful water attribute true meaning and water transportation, and then running to the Sword Pavilion again, throwing away the same water meaning and water transportation, one trip at a time, never tired of it.

On the contrary, Zhang Muliu is a little out of his hands.

He had no choice but to go to the peak where the fire dragon was lying and watch from afar. It's not that he doesn't dare to step forward, here, it's almost him Zhang Muliu who has the final say, of course, to get rid of the "tenant" who can't come out in a hundred years.

In fact, from the self-cultivation of the twilight mountain to the recondensation of the human body and the world, until the mountains, rivers and rivers gathered, and when there were sun, moon and stars, Zhang Muliu knew that this place in his body would have the four seasons in the future, and there would be creatures similar to the fire dragon, condensed with a true intention.

As for whether there can be a real creature derivation, Zhang Muliu doesn't want to, and it is absolutely impossible.

Zhang Muliu guessed that when he entered the joint path, this world would be even more new.

In fact, the mountains and rivers in this person's world are all things that Zhang Muliu has seen before, as if he can copy them at a glance to fill the gap. Maybe in a few years, this will be a real little world.

Turning her head suddenly, Zhang Muliu smiled bitterly, could she be a demon? She said that it would take a hundred years, and it was only a few years.

He sighed, the outside world is almost over, let's go out first.

After one white garment disappeared, another white garment appeared.

The woman in white smiled slightly, and instantly went to the Sword Lake, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she summoned Bu Confused, and with a random stroke, several almost invisible openings disappeared out of thin air.

Liu Xiaobei's appearance, whether it was Zhang Muliu's Yuan Baby, or Zhang Muliu, the master of this world, didn't feel it at all. Even the natal sword was moved, but Zhang Muliu didn't find it.

The fire dragon slowly opened its eyes, and looked at Liu Xiaobei with some disdain, but the moment it was seen clearly, the huge body of the fire dragon condensed by fire luck trembled.

The woman in white instantly approached the fire dragon and said with a smile, "Ah! ”

The fire dragon hurriedly crawled, and his huge head did not dare to raise it.

Liu Xiaobei said again: "Remember, this place is mine." ”

After finishing speaking, she roamed freely in this vast world, and occasionally saw a mountain peak, and this female sword fairy kept smiling.

In fact, Zhang Muliu when he was a child and a teenager, half of the landscape roads he walked were accompanied by Liu Xiaobei. Xiao Zhushan said that the ancient gods could not enter, but in fact, she was not included.

She had seen the little guy in a gray cloth robe, carrying a cage almost half his height and swaying to the school, and she had also seen a boy with a pale face take out a bamboo tube at night, and pour out a handful of shriveled grape seeds from it, and tears flowed from it. She still remembers that one year, in that Xiaozhu Town, Zhang Muliu, who was already a teenager, accidentally knocked over the oil cylinder of her uncle's house, and did not dare to admit that he had overturned it until the end. She remembered that the little fellow had a very large jackal with a name, and that he had almost cut off his toes for the sake of his aunt's eldest son, and then sat alone on the front steps, trembling. She also knew that Zhang Muliu thought at that time that if her aunt was sad, he would cut off her toes.

Later, Zhang Muliu led a donkey south, first in high spirits, feeling that he had finally gone to the rivers and lakes, and went back to brag to those playmates, and finally did not have to feel sorry. Later, I met Shi Jiaming, in the inn called You Fang, Zhang Muliu felt for the first time when he was a teenager that there was such a big difference between people, and then he denied that he was from a small place, and he made up lies along the way, but in fact, he was lying to himself.

But Liu Xiaobei has never been disappointed with such Zhang Muliu, she even thinks that this is a flesh-and-blood person.

Moreover, people live a lifetime, not only to watch high walls become low walls, but also to grow the most, in fact, it is the mind.

Seeing Zhang Muliu again in the twilight mountain, she felt that he had not changed, and she felt that she had changed a lot.

It hasn't changed, because he's still him. The reason for the change is that the little guy who used to be is not alone now.

When Zhang Muliu was a child, he was actually very lonely, and it didn't take much time to walk around Xiaozhushan, and he couldn't find anyone to play with. On the contrary, Zhang Muliu, who woke up from a big dream and was gloomy, was actually not alone.

Because the heart, which is no longer as pure as a clear spring, has filled many people, as if as long as they think of it, they will no longer be lonely.

Liu Xiaobei smiled slightly and said to himself: "Thank you very much for making me feel that I am truly alive." ”

Zhang Muliu returned to the outside world, those with a low realm have almost all risen to a realm, and the martial artists from Qucheng have all succeeded in attracting qi, whether they can do anything greater, then no one knows.

As for Sima Zhuo and Song Yuan, once they leave this thoughtless river and travel to the sky, they will immediately break through the realm.

Several people gathered together, and Sima Zhuo sighed: "It's still a matter how to get out." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently, "If you want to break through the canopy outside, I can't do it for the time being, it's not difficult to cut through here with a sword." ”

In the sky above the capital of Wanguo, a white light suddenly appeared in the night sky, and a radius of 100 miles was illuminated like day. Immediately afterward, hundreds of figures appeared out of thin air and disappeared in an instant.

Sima Zhuo took everyone to the place where they were prepared to settle first, leaving only the old blind man and Song Yuan's master and apprentice, as well as Huang Qing'er here.

After landing, Zhang Muliu immediately frowned, and the rest of the people also looked similar.

In less than a day, it seems that several years have passed in the outside world, is it true that as Zhang Muliu guessed, the speed of time in that place is much slower than that outside? What about the real world outside? What if you spend a few months here alone, but hundreds of years have passed since you went out?

At this time, the words of the old Zhouzi came into Zhang Muliu's ears, "Don't worry, only a few days have passed in the outside world." ”

Zhang Muliu relaxed his heart and went to the street with a few people.

It's three watches in the middle of the night, but the streets are crowded with people, and all of them are full of smiles.

Cao Xu was far away from Zhang Muliu, the sword was refined, but the young man saw it in his eyes, and he didn't dare to touch his head at this moment. Qin Xiaoxiao smiled and said with a smile: "Could it be that this is a festival in this Wan country?"

The blind Taoist said softly, "Just ask." ”

After asking, everyone knew that it was a general surnamed Hua who fought for ten years, and defeated the Mengguo for thousands of miles.

Zhang Muliu leaned over and asked, "Is that general a flower secretary?"

A word of inquiry made dozens of people around turn their heads and look very ugly.

There was a sturdy man who looked straight at Zhang Muliu and said in a deep voice: "Where did you come from? And the kind of people in the rivers and lakes who are jealous of General Hua? Let me tell you, General Hua Shiwen died young, but his soul will always be in Wanguo." ”

The young man in white frowned, "You said that Hua Zhiwen died?"

The man snorted coldly and said angrily: "Fifteen years ago, General Hua died in Pumi City, and the world knows it, do you dare to say that you don't know?"

Zhang Muliu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he asked, "Then who is General Hua now?"

The man saw that Zhang Muliu's expression did not seem to be fake, and he was puzzled: "I really don't know? That is the second general who came out of Huajia Village, called Hua Huanjia." ”

Zhang Muliu sighed and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that more than ten years have passed. ”

I said sorry to the man, saying that I hadn't come back for more than ten years, and I really didn't know, so I took off the wine gourd and went to the deep alley alone.

Although it is just a one-sided relationship, Zhang Muliu really wants to drink a good wine with that flower after he comes back, but now he can only toast.

Huang Qing'er originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Song Yuan. The native monk of Dou Han Continent said softly: "Don't look for it at this time, if you go again, it will inevitably be a good fight." ”

Dressed in white, he walked slowly, and a few steps were a sip of wine.

People, sometimes they are the rocks in the mountains, and sometimes they are like brittle porcelain, broken all over the ground, and they can't pick it up.

Most of the people went to the streets to celebrate, and this remote place seemed a little lonely, and it was difficult to find a wine shop.

Suddenly looking up, Zhang Muliu saw a white cat squatting on the wall with just the wisdom open, like an ignorant child, with countless questions in his mind.

Zhang Muliu smiled and stretched out his hand, and the white cat jumped to the arms of the young man in white, all of them were snow-white, and they were extremely comfortable and eye-catching.

A woman came in a hurry, and shouted from afar, and the white cat jumped again, jumped a few steps on the ground, and climbed up the woman's shoulder, and the melodious cry continued.

It was a woman who looked at eighteen or nineteen, wearing a light green dress, tearing the white cat off her shoulders and holding it in her arms, and fed Zhang Muliu, who was already about to leave.

Zhang Muliu ignored her and left directly.

I walked about two miles, it should be the coldest place in the capital of Wanguo, there are many big mansions, but there are no people, except for a young man, squatting in front of a big mansion, hiding his face and crying bitterly.

The door suddenly opened, and an old man walked out, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

The young man wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just that the old man in the family is gone, but I only found out today." It's my grandmother, and she's over 90. ”

The old man was silent, and after a while, he laughed, "It's over ninety, and you didn't suffer when you left, right?"

The young man shook his head and said softly, "No, it was said that it was over after a sleep." ”

Zhang Muliu just walked past the door, drinking all the way.

After a while, they arrived at a riverside, and it was even more lonely. The young man suddenly drank a drink of wine, raised his left foot and stomped on the ground, and after a circle of ripples, everything around him was destroyed.

The young man turned his head, squinted his eyes, and said, "Still coming?"

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

Since a sword broke through the sky, everyone returned to the capital of Wanguo, Zhang Muliu disappeared out of thin air, and he couldn't find it.

Sima Zhuo and Song Yuan were very indifferent, that guy could even kill a cultivator, what danger could there be here? But the blind Taoist looked solemn.

There were too many people around Sima Zhuo, and they all had just attracted qi into the body, so they had already led everyone to the entrance when they came, Song Yuan and Sima Zhuo left together, saying that they would go back to Douhanzhou, and after breaking the realm, they would fight with Zhang Muliu again.

It's just that no one thinks he can please him.

So only the blind Taoist and Huang Qing'er remained.

The old blind man thought this girl was very interesting, and he didn't send himself out, and gave people a few slaps in the face. He said in his heart that if he hadn't become a Taoist priest, and he hadn't dug up a pair of tricks by himself, he would probably be similar to Brother Zhang.

Even if someone rushes back and forth, the lord still doesn't want it.

It's just that this guy doesn't know if he can pass this level this time.

It's easy, but it's hard, and people who love to drill will always lead themselves into a dead end.

This woman, who has been a man for more than 20 years, has been like a different person since she negotiated that business with Zhang Muliu, only looking at her well-behaved and quiet, and she didn't look like she wanted to avenge the annihilation of the clan at all.

In fact, she Huang Qing'er's family, with the Wind Pulling faction, who is worse than whom?

The blind Taoist smiled and said indifferently: "If you don't want to, you don't want to, I can't do it as a cultivator, what secret does Miss Huang have to pass on to me?"

Huang Qing'er's face changed drastically, but before she could speak, the blind Taoist smiled and said, "It's not what Brother Zhang told me, I'm a Taoist priest, setting up a stall to tell fortunes, what don't you know?"

The woman slowly stretched her brows and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that the Taoist chief is the best to play with the pig and the tiger." ”

The blind Taoist laughed, jumped straight to the sky, pinched the trick with his hand, and suddenly thunder roared and lightning jumped in the sky above the entire Wanguo.

Lao Tao said to himself: "You can think about protecting me, of course I also want to protect you, you are a good brother if you have a relationship!"

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

Zhang Muliu really didn't see this illusion before. Because the men on the street earlier were talking about Hua Huan Jia, not Hua Mu Lan.

It wasn't until the white cat ran back that the woman in blue shouted a few times behind him that Zhang Muliu became a little suspicious.

What really made Zhang Muliu feel that he was put on the table was precisely the young man who looked the most innocent.

So Zhang Muliu walked for a while, figured out the joints, and shattered this illusion with one foot.

turned around and said, "Again?" Looking at the hard anger, in fact, Zhang Muliu kept scolding his mother in his heart.

Just the fuck protecting calves?

Just as he was about to take out the painting, suddenly there was a loud thunder, Zhang Muwan looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Seeing that Zhang Muliu's expression was extremely rich, the blind Taoist asked with a smile:

"Be a brother with me, don't you lose?"