On the edge of Qiutan, when Demon Ling finished whispering, Bai Lu, who was dressed in white and had horns, appeared in an instant, and Qing Ye was also on the side.

Demon Ling turned her head, grinned a smile that was no longer ugly, and then lifted the white fox up, and said with a smile: "Sister Bai, Sister Bai, look at it, we have a little more Bai, I want to raise her, and I will definitely be very happy when the master comes back in the future." ”

Bai Lu and Qing Ye glanced at each other, and said, "It seems that it is not time to recover your memory yet." ”

The two Qilin in the Refining Void Realm are now human bodies, and the young man walked over to the little girl, squatted down and said with a smile: "Then you have to raise this little white fox well, if it grows into a big fox at that time, wouldn't it be beautiful to carry you around?"

Demon Ling tilted her head and thought for a while, pouting her mouth and shaking her head, "I don't want it!

Bai Lu sighed in his heart, and said in his heart, where did that guy coax a sky fox?

Glancing at the little girl, the two of them went to the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and on the way, they could only hear the young man's nagging.

"Sister Bai, that Meng Lusi can't last a few days, how will the two little butterflies be arranged then?"

"Sister Bai, Zhang Xiaozi sent a message to ask Zhang Lan to go to Douhanzhou to discuss matters, it's not good to go alone, okay? Who do you say we should let go with? Or call the big dog back?"

"Sister Bai, I have to go and guide Liu Gong, that kid is really too poor, if he wants him to meditate and cultivate a Yuan Infant by himself, he has to wait for Bai Gong. ”

"Sister Bai, do you want to go and see the place and see if the ferry is built in Xingze or Chengzhou?"

The chatter kept talking, and when the words stopped, the two had already reached the top of the mountain, Bai Lu finally turned his head and said coldly: "You can talk about it yourself? Hurry up and let me go to cultivate, and when I reach the realm of tribulation, wherever you go." ”

Qing Ye suddenly smiled, and even said a few words, and flew to the mountain, turning a few heels from time to time.

Bai Lu in the pavilion wanted to reach out and cover his eyes, and said in his heart that this unicorn is crazy?

But how did she know that Qing Ye had been following Zhang Muliu for a long time, and he had already become the kind of person who could find himself boring, and even more so would find himself interesting.

Fang Cai Bai Lu said, "Get out of here and cultivate." ”

What kind of "roll", "cultivation" and the like, Qing Ye didn't pay attention to it at all, what he cared about was the word "give me".

This white unicorn leaned on the railing alone, looking at Mu Qiushan, who had faint sporadic lights, and sighed helplessly: "What's wrong with this mountain fool? ”

Liu Gong, who secretly named a mountain peak as a sorrowful house, has never left the mountain since the last time he looked for Demon Ling, only Demon Ling occasionally takes the "tiger legs" to see this second senior brother.

Zhong Shouju, who keeps going up and down the mountain all day long, has already practiced for himself into a big man, in order not to disappoint the girl he likes, he is really practicing with his life.

Xi Xuan practiced swords all day long, and occasionally found time to cook a meal for Zhong Shouju and Lan Hua, and her mother had never left Qiupu in person, and had never been out of Zhang Muliu's secret realm.

The three of Monglu and Colorful Butterfly, who live in the middle of the mountain, are not having a bad time, but everyone knows that Monglu will not live for a few days.

The stupid big man at the foot of the mountain finally had a friend, and he was the first person he talked to besides his mother. Every few days, a few little girls would come to talk to him, and they would sneak a few books to him and teach him to read.

Chengdu has a slight scale, and it has the appearance of a city, but Song Fengxin has been tired for most of the past six months, but fortunately, he has been with him at the end of the season.

It seems that everyone has their own business, and everyone has a path that must be taken.

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

Or the ferry boat from the moving mountain ferry to Shengshen Continent, the three out-and-out second ancestors took the lead in getting off the Luoyue ferry, Jiang Mohang didn't float at all this time, because there was a girl in the back. There was also Li Yan who had thought about it for a long time before making up his mind to leave Yue Hui.

This time I didn't come to play, whether it was Huang Zhijun or Xie Yun'er, they all came to Shengshenzhou as young masters, and then went to the East China Sea of Douhanzhou with Shengshenzhou and his party to discuss a business.

Jiang Mohang and Xie Yun'er didn't have to spend much saliva, the former would be the head of the Jiang family sooner or later, because of the identity of a sword, the older generation who had been suppressed was a little powerless. Not to mention the latter, where can the sect master of Ridgeback Mountain be able to resist his own daughter?

is Huang Zhijun, a little miserable, if it weren't for the fact that his grandfather came to a guest who had seen Zhang Muliu, he wanted to persuade his family to do business with Zhang Muliu, and he could do it, but the price was very high.

After getting off the ferry, Yu Yu said that she wanted to go to Hongdu to see Aunt He first, but she only glanced at Jiang Mohang casually, and the latter had to sigh and follow behind.

On the way here, I saw a person lying motionless on the sea, and it looked like someone had called here, and I don't know who was so grumpy, this trip to Shengshenzhou is not fun!

Besides, when I was very young, the master said that you should not mess with anyone. So last time, Jiang Mohang didn't go to Hongdu, but this time he still couldn't escape.

Huang Zhijun followed Xie Yun'er to Muqiu Mountain first, first, to take Li Yan to settle down, and secondly, to take a look at the guy's mountain and see if he could take something along the way.

Huang Zhijun has become an alcoholic, because before he came, the woman he liked had died. He begged for nothing at home, so he could only accompany her on the last journey, and then leave the sad place.

Maybe he will understand the family-oriented in the family many years later, but now he doesn't want to understand it, and he doesn't want to understand it.

In fact, Zhang Muliu had already prepared the drink, which was specially reserved for Huang Zhijun.

Obviously, it was extremely close to Baiyue, and it was not far from the West Peak, but no one dared to meet the Lijian Immortal.

Because there was an incident not long ago, there was a cultivator who came from nowhere, standing outside the West Peak and scolding for a long time, not because of the autumn water, but for Zhang Muliu, who was selling his reputation and reputation.

Then it's very simple, a sword slashes most of you to death.

Since that time, everyone in the world has known that the woman in blue in Baiyue is not easy to provoke, dare not provoke, and can't be provoked.

At least get through it, don't mess with it.

In the second half of the month at most, Zhang Lan will sacrifice the nuclear boat and carry several people to Douhan Continent together, and there will be a discussion at the ferry that has been built. This meeting will determine the largest trade route in the world since the beginning of the world.

is not only buying and selling, Qiao Lei's horse gang, Chen Xinzuo's Di Bao, as well as all kinds of trading between the Jiang family and the Huang family, plus the magic weapons of the back mountain.

Once the route is opened, there will only be a steady stream of people who want to get on this "thief ship" in the future.

Of course, the young master has to be tired to negotiate conditions with the sea demons to ensure the stability of a route.

In fact, the most difficult thing to open up a shipping route between continents, or between isolated islands floating on the sea, is to ensure that a shipping route is relatively stable. That's the most labor-intensive. After all, the time when Zhang Muliu and Liqiushui met Da Kun, it was almost impossible to happen again.

Why did Zhang Muliu pull so many people involved? Not only because they had abundant capital, but also because if this route was just their own, others would not care, and if it was everyone's, everyone would try their best to protect it.

Besides, where did he have so much money? It was nothing more than providing two vital ferry crossings.

That night, Mu Qiushan's chief housekeeper and Lan Hua were drinking under the moon, and after three rounds of drinking, Zhang Lan laughed and said:

"The people who sell fame and reputation in the mouth of the world will sooner or later scare the people of the world!"

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

The mountain temple finally cooled down, but it didn't take long for it to rain again.

Zhang Muliu was confined here without confusion, and told the story with Fang Cong from beginning to end. Because of the appearance of a fox ancestor and said something that Fang Onion couldn't understand, Xiao Nizi felt a little sad in her heart. She didn't think that Zhang Muliu didn't believe her, but felt that she couldn't share her master's worries.

So Zhang Muliu smiled with Fang Cong and talked about what happened after he realized that kind of strange method of vomiting.

How was he so unlucky that he was called the plague god by others, and later met the "master" of the Daomen who pitted himself, and the little half of the plague god, pretending to be an old woman, almost arrested himself.

talked about the road to the south, talked about the three thousand years in the dream, and talked about Li Weizhen, who was frowning constantly holding a copy of "Zhou Ji" on the bank of Weishui.

Fang Cong thought about it for a while, but still took out a book given by the woman who claimed to be the former master in Mawei Lane and handed it to Zhang Muliu, and then frowned and asked, "Then she is with ...... The real former master is actually a person, right?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and waved his hand, and the fallen leaves in the forest slowly gathered in the broken temple, forming a human shape with dead leaves, walking and standing no different from people.

After breaking up this withered leaf puppet, Zhang Muliu said softly: "It's similar to this, but there is one point, she is a wisp of soul that has been cut off from her memory. It stands to reason that they are one person, but in fact, they are completely different. ”

Xiao Nizi nodded and listened to the master continue.

The young man picked up a few things that were calculated, and maybe even calculated, and talked about the ancient gods, Zhang Muliu didn't plan to tell Fang Cong.

These things, Zhang Muliu is unwilling to let the little girls around him get involved in cause and effect. Because the so-called ancient gods are the first masters in this world, and they have a reason to do something, and they have the ability to calculate something with themselves.

Fang Cong already knew a lot of the inside story, and she finally knew why the master seemed to know everything, obviously he was just a young man of twenty-one, but there was a gray-haired old man living in his heart.

It turns out that the master when he was a teenager was so difficult.

Xiao Nizi didn't want Zhang Muliu to think of something unhappy, so she asked tentatively: "What the senior said, there are already many people who have tested the master, who are they?"

The young man smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Where do I know where to go, I can talk a lot, but I don't know if it's not." At most, it was the sect master of the twilight mountain who never showed up from beginning to end, and a senior he met when he was in Qiaoshan, and later there was a monk road idiot, and the Confucian island master should also be counted. In fact, the earliest one was the old man Tao, right? The owner of the giant deer well that I met later, the black ones who returned were as black as the predecessors, and the ancestor of the Mo family. ”

Fang Cong tapped his lips with his finger, thought for a moment and asked, "After coming to Douhanzhou, the Liu Daoren that the master said, as well as Mr. Hui from Bear Island, do they count?"

The young man nodded, and said of course. That Mr. Hui may not have any tentative thoughts, if Zhang Muliu's guess is right, it is a very old senior, and he is not an ancient god, what is the temptation to do himself? After all, he personally said that he wanted Zhang Muliu's life.

Fang Scallion pursed his mouth, roasted the pheasant that he hadn't eaten just now, tore a piece of breast meat and stuffed it into Zhang Muliu's mouth, and said a little depressedly: "My master is really a fragrant dumpling, everyone goes back and forth, and wants to take a bite." ”

The chestnut came, and the young man was aggrieved.

In fact, Zhang Muliu didn't know how to wake up from that dream, and he didn't know how many people he met along the way. It's a lot of self-containment.

Let's just say that Xiaobai and Qingye are two people, and the later Pan Gu and Long Da, one is the ancient divine beast Pan Gu King, and the other is the eldest prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

What's even more annoying is the Xuannu who has torn her face with herself, and the water god who doesn't know what abacus to hold. Zhang Muliu thought very early, you two are old girls, why don't you know how to stop for a while?

I have to say that Liu Xiaobei is the most willing to believe in the senior master Zhang Muliu has met.

He didn't know why, he just felt that Liu Xiaobei was very close.

In fact, there is a question that has been in my mind for a long time, Liu Xiaobei's words can scare Thor's real body like that, does Mr. Ma have such a great ability to let her wait for herself in Twilight Mountain? No!

Previously, in the Dragon Temple of Xianglong Mansion, Zhang Muliu was carried upriver by the old Yellow Dragon, and watched several battles, but only the first three were not clear. That fox ancestor was exactly what Zhang Muliu had seen in an earlier battle, and those ancient gods or divine beasts seemed to be able to see themselves at that time. Zhang Muliu remembered that at that time, nine snow-white tails swept the heavens and the earth, guarding a gap in the sky, and they were covered in blood until the end. At that time, an old Taoist priest riding a green ox walked to her side, and he didn't know what to tell her, anyway, Zhang Muliu saw the huge white fox pointing to where Zhang Muliu was, and said, "If it is really as you said, if he does not disappoint me, what if he protects your human race?"

Zhang Muliu retracted his thoughts, chewed the chicken, looked at Fang Onion, and said with a wry smile: "You say I don't look like a candle covered by a glass cover? ”

Fang Cong smiled and nodded, covered the nail cover of the little finger with his thumb, leaving only a small part, and then replied: "I'm just a moth that can't compare to nail shavings, but the person who lit the lamp didn't expect to provoke a group of moth spirits, right?"

Zhang Muliu laughed, scolded the ghost girl, shook his head and sat upright with his eyes closed, and it didn't take long for him to snore loudly.

Xiao Nizi kept wondering in her heart, and said why didn't she find out before, it turned out that the master was so sleepy!

The fastest time in the world is actually when you don't know anything, and as soon as you close your eyes and open them, the day passes.

At the end of July, the two of them had already walked to the south coast, and then within a hundred miles of the coast, all the way to the west, the cold crossing, was at the mouth of the bowl.

There is no one in the mountains and forests, and occasionally you can meet a team of horse gangs escorting goods, and more time is the master and apprentice hiking the mountains and rivers.

In fact, along the way, Zhang Muliu kept absorbing aura, if he could meet any Five Elements Secret Treasure now, he would have to get it by smashing pots and selling iron, and he could make up for it.

But I didn't find what I wanted, but the master and apprentice stumbled into it by mistake, and actually walked into a sphere of influence called Xuanluo Mountain.

Fang Cong was very energetic all of a sudden, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have to go to that Mao Daxia's house." ”

If the Mao Daxia who hid in the mountains and worked hard to heal his wounds and didn't even have the face to participate in his own celebration knew about it, would he say with a bitter face, "The seniors don't talk about credibility!"

It was not until it was close to the Xuluo Mountain that Zhang Muliu knew that this mountain was only a hundred years old, and it was a centennial celebration in a few days, and it was said that a lot of mountain gates were invited to come here, which was quite impressive.

What made Zhang Muliu most helpless was that this little Yuanying Mountain actually had a territory of 80 miles in radius. How much territory does Mu Qiushan have? Counting the place sealed by the Song Emperor, it is only a radius of 500 miles.

The two walked to Xuluo Mountain, and at the bottom of the mountain, they saw many Jindan monks coming here, and they should have come to congratulate.

Fang Cong asked in a low voice, "Master, let's go up and have a look, what if there's anything fun?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly, "Then let's say that we are from Sword God Mountain." ”

Of course, when he entered the mountain, he had to offer gifts, so Zhang Muliu casually found a stone and carved a sword character, deliberately revealing his sword, which was very scary to look at.

Before walking to the mountain gate, Zhang Muliu went up and hugged his fists, and said with a smile: "Zhang Beigu of Sword God Mountain came to watch the ceremony with his apprentices, and gave him a seal with a blow from the Jindan swordsman. ”

It is not much different from ordinary weddings and funerals, there is a person who holds a square table and holds an ink pen in the gift book to record, probably only writing who gave what.

The person who wrote the pen is an old Zhuji, and he is wondering in his heart at this time, what kind of Sword God Mountain, I haven't heard it. But look at this seal is indeed a little scary, it is equivalent to the power of a sword of Jindan, and it can be regarded as a magic weapon, but I don't know how many times it can be used.

When you come to a happy event, you have to have a smiling face if you don't know each other. This rule is actually similar for both mortals and monks.

The old man first wrote down Zhang Beigu of Sword God Mountain, and after taking the seal, he asked with a smile: "This Taoist friend, the little old man has shallow knowledge, where is Sword God Mountain?"

Fang Onion in the back already had a straight face, as if his own mountain gate was humiliated and he was going to ask for an explanation.

Zhang Muliu smiled and waved his hand, and then said to the old man: "It's just a small sect in Juluzhou. I traveled here with my apprentices, and after meeting Mao Jiu's little friend in Chen Guo, I hit it off at first sight, and it was he who invited us to watch the ceremony. ”

The old man secretly said that it was not good, this time he might offend the Jindan swordsman in front of him. Those who dare to call themselves sects, there is at least one monk in the mountain, and these people are not easy to mess with. That kid who only knows how to get into trouble, can he know such a well-known person?

Although he had doubts, the old man still found a young junior, arranged Zhang Muliu and the others to go to a first-class house, and waited for the young master to leave the customs, and then ask and talk.

The house is not big, there is a small courtyard inside, and it is comfortable to live. From going up the mountain to now, he hasn't encountered the kind of "threshold monkey" in the script, Zhang Muliu feels that something is wrong, why is this Xuluo Mountain completely not the kind of Mao Jiu Daxia, Lao Tzu's second in the world?

Fang Cong also felt uncomfortable, so the two of them planned to go out and take a walk around this Xuluo Mountain.

Xiao Nizi frowned after going out, pouting and muttering, "There are still people watching us, what is there in this little broken mountain that is worth stealing?"

Zhang Muliu was even more helpless, and said in his heart, why does Xu Luoshan know the rules so well?

The people who watched were just two foundation-building monks. said that they obeyed the rules because these two people only cast their eyes after Zhang Muliu and Fang Cong went out of the door.

The white-clothed young man turned around and smiled, and said indifferently: "It seems that the Lord of Maoshan is not very worried about me, and he has come in person." ”

A middle-aged man appeared in an instant, clenched his fists apologetically at Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "It's really a small temple in Xuluo Mountain, and the seniors are here, so I don't dare to take it seriously." ”

Zhang Muliu was quite curious, and said with a smile: "The master of Maoshan has good eyesight, but I want to ask, how did you see that I was pressing?"

Sensei said that a Yuanying realm, he was wearing a scarf, as long as he pressed the realm, a cultivator who came to refine the void would never be able to find out, but how did the master of this Xuluo Mountain find out?

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The junior is fortunate to have seen the senior make a move in the ghoul city. ”

Zhang Mu was stunned, and said strangely: "Master Maoshan taught a good son, and he almost took advantage of my apprentice." ”

The young man turned his head suddenly, it turned out to be a young woman in plain clothes, pulling Mao Jiu's ears and coming here, the Mao Daxia saw that the injury was not yet good, and he wanted to break free but did not dare to break free, and when he arrived here, he saw the young man in white with a sword on his back, and his legs were weak all of a sudden.

He looked at Zhang Muliu, his face extremely miserable. He turned his head to look at his father and mother, and his expression was even more sad.

Mao Jiu smiled bitterly: "The senior is really here?"

Zhang Muliu replied indifferently: "It's here." ”

I don't know where that Mao Jiu got the courage, and suddenly shouted loudly: "If you want to kill, kill me, my father and mother didn't provoke you, one person does things and one person does it." ”

Fang Shallot on the side twisted his wrist, and the bone joints crackled.

"Mao Daxia has a good temper?"

Mao Jiu wanted to cry without tears, sat on the ground, and rolled around, "What the hell are you going to do?

The young man in white slowly restrained his smile and said seriously: "What the hell do you want to do, I have to accompany me for a walk around and then see." ”

Mao Jiu was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

The Maoshan lord glared at his own troublemaker, and said angrily: "Take your seniors around, take a look at our mountain people, and look at our mountain friends." ”

The master asked the disciple, "How can you learn from people?"

Fang Cong smiled slightly, and said in his heart, I know this.

"Watching people to be wealthy, sexual, drunk, and ignorant. ”