The Chen family in Xiaozhushan is just below the bluestone steps, not far from the big long well. When he was young, Zhang Muliu always liked to carry a yellowed but shiny bamboo pole, walk from the east end to the bluestone steps, follow the steps to the Dachangjing, and then go east, and then climb up from the bottom of the Surabaya well to go home.

The least places to go are actually a few courtyards in the west, as well as large wells and giant deer wells.

Those days when I was bored but couldn't find a playmate, the boy with a pale face wandered every day like a wandering spirit. Every time I passed by the door of Chen's house, I would always be shouted a straw bag by Chen Shucheng, who was respected in the village at that time. So Zhang Muliu has never liked this old guy since he was a child.

In Xiaozhushan, the Wang family and the Chen family are the places that Zhang Muliu is most reluctant to go.

There is a crescent moon in the sky tonight, although it seems to be a leftover oil cake for people to gnaw, but the light on the ground is shining brightly on the ground, and it is much brighter than a circle of lanterns.

After Chen Shucheng entered the door, he stood behind the entrance and looked at the white-clothed young man sitting on the wooden pier. The envoy never imagined that the guy he despised the most would now be able to take his life away with the touch of a finger. He also knew that even if he didn't come to the door by himself tonight, Zhang Muliu would go to find him. He also knew that the queen mother of the Song Kingdom could no longer protect herself. In the early dynasty, Zhao Kai's appearance was almost a decision, and later Song Fengxin filled the vacancy of the Ministry of Works, which was to tell the ministers in the palace that he Zhao Kai did not want to be the emperor, but he was now the emperor, and the surname of the Song State was Zhao.

So Chen Shucheng knew that it wouldn't be easy tonight. Where can I run? Liang Song has a lot to do with this straw bag, and even in Xiao Qiu Mansion, he is under the noses of others. What's more, a Yuanying monk who thinks he is hiding very deeply, has he ever run a sword cultivator? That straw bag can pick the Danzhou Xing Clan, and he is now a fart in his eyes.

Dressed in white, sitting on the wooden mound with his legs crossed, drinking under the moon, the white clothes refracted the brilliance, and he was a little sad from a distance. Zhang Muliu looked up at the moon, and complained a little for no reason. He Zhang Muliu really didn't want to see Chen Shucheng's face, why was the moon so bright?

The young man shook his head and smiled, and said in his heart that if Yue'er really had her own thoughts, would she look resentful at this time, look at the small courtyard in the world from afar, and complain as if talking to the negative person, "I love Yuehuaqing for a long time, and I hate Yueming at this time." ”

Zhang Muliu finally looked at the old man, shook his head and said, "Emperor Song said that you will continue to serve as the resident envoy of the Xiao Qiu Mansion, and I will naturally sell him face." In fact, why are you here today, looking for a beating or a scolding?"

Chen Shucheng sneered and sneered: "I should have pinched you to death when your palm was big, I didn't expect a straw bale to grow into what it is today, but I was blind." ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head slightly, looking at Chen Shucheng who was about to be angry at one step, and said with a smile: "I guess you won't say who is behind you when you kill you, in fact, I'm not interested in knowing." You just want me to die in a foreign land, or when I see you next time, I will be able to kill you. ”

The old man laughed, turned around and walked out, still sneering and said, "The kindness of a woman is difficult to achieve great things." ”

A flash of sword light swept forward, and the root of Chen Shucheng's right thigh poked a big hole, and the front and back were transparent.

The young man in white poured a sip of wine and said lightly, "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Chen Shucheng left the courtyard with his front feet, and a ban immediately covered the courtyard again, and the transformed Bai Lu came here with Qing Ye.

Zhang Muliu said in a deep voice: "Xiaobai, can you see it?"

Bai Lu shook his head slightly, and said softly: "There is no outside breath, but it is not ruled out that it is good to hide." ”

The young man nodded, and said to the young man: "Uncle Hu and that little girl, have you gone to see her?" ”

The young man who turned into a young man in a green shirt rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Even I can't believe it?" that little girl is fine, it's okay, don't worry." The little emperor called them to Jinling, in fact, to protect them, right?"

The young man in white smiled faintly, Xiao Pan was kind, but he almost did something bad.

If it is in Hongdu, what Zitang is, no one can do anything to the Hu family. But when I went to Jinling, if there was a little mistake, an emperor of Liang couldn't protect it.

Bai Lu suddenly asked, "Do you really want to wander outside for more than ten or twenty years?"

The words of the voice can also be heard by the young man.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said, "How are Xiaobai's preparations for the tribulation?"

In fact, he is also secretly transmitting his voice, "If someone can see and hear our words with supernatural powers, then I really can't do it." Of course, twenty years is only for those who have a heart, and once I am in the same way, I will return immediately, and the longest is seven years, and it is difficult to say if it is short. ”

Since the incident of cooking noodles, Zhang Muliu always feels that he is secretly peeping at others. When Liu Xiaobei was there, there was still less of that feeling, but there was no more white-clothed female sword immortal on the high seat of the Sword Pavilion, and this feeling that every move seemed to be under the noses of others became more and more intense. It was only in the Water Temple, the Dragon Temple, Nanshan and Lingyang Mountain that this feeling weakened again.

What puzzled Zhang Muliu the most was that when Tonggu Pass was in the same day, that feeling also became extremely weak, as if someone was peeking at him, and he could see a vague outline.

Qing Ye smiled, shook his head and said, "Boy Zhang, the two-headed unicorn is here, put a hundred hearts." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, he let go of this heart. It's just that in the future, when I travel far away again, and there are no ancient beasts beside me, what should I do?

Bai Lu thought about it for a while, and said tentatively: "Otherwise, you will bring that free scarf first?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head decisively, and as soon as he put on the scarf, didn't he admit that he was the uncle and ancestor of the master? For Zhang Muliu, the old Taoist of Kaiyuan Temple was only a stranger at most, and he would never apprentice to his teacher, otherwise he would always feel like recognizing a thief as his father.

Bai Lu could only sigh secretly in this regard, people who know each other, who doesn't know that this guy is stubborn like a fool? Obviously there is a shortcut to take, but he wants to go around in a big circle, just because he thinks this is not bad.

Qing Ye said helplessly: "Sister Xiaobai, don't persuade him, a person like him is just a dead brain." When we first met, we caught up with him as a scholar, and the gentleman of the academy was extremely unkind to see him, and always felt that all his things were copied. Do you know how he did it? The guy finished writing the answer sheet, threw the pen to the door in front of the master, threw the answer sheet under his feet, and swaggered to sleep. Can you persuade this one to come back?"

Bai Lu shook her head and smiled and said nothing, she used to be able to peek into Zhang Muliu's heart, she knew many things, and there were many things like that.

Bai Lu suddenly withdrew the formation, and said with a smile: "I think your natal sword can be thought of cultivating, the place drawn by your natal sword is similar to a small world, even I can't find it, if you often wrap yourself in that kind of weather, it should be able to block others from secretly peeping." ”

Zhang Muliu thought about it carefully when he heard this, and indeed every time he didn't confuse that zhang Xu Tiandi, he would completely isolate the outside world, as if he had stripped that zhang fang yuan from this heaven and earth. At that time, when the second major hole was broken through at sea, Zhongyuan Palace released a wisp of sword intent, which did not damage the nuclear boat at all, but caused a circle of waves and ripples, which lasted for hundreds of miles without interruption.

This method is not bad, and the feeling that I don't confuse myself is that it seems to be congenital, but not congenital, as if there is a sword spirit in the sword, but it seems to be just a dead sword.

In Zhang Muliu's impression, only when Liu Xiaobei holds this sword, this sword has the atmosphere of "I want to open the sky".

Zhang Muliu shook his head, took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid to show them, it's better to keep watching." ”

The two unicorns retreated, and Zhang Muliu raised his head again, but half of the sky was already overcast, and it was estimated that it would snow again tomorrow.

The young man took out a scroll of Kanyu map and looked at all the monk forces in the future mountain, and within a radius of thousands of miles, there were two monk forces that had to be paid attention to. One is the rain shelter mountain in the west, and the other is the Jiuzhang Mountain in the northeast. The rest is actually not a big problem, around Nanshan, what mountains can turn up the wind and waves? So I only need to go to the rain shelter mountain and Jiuzhang Mountain, and Zhang Lan will walk slowly to the rest of the place.

The young man in white suddenly sighed, his figure disappeared in an instant, and a sword light went straight to the sea of clouds.

When he arrived, he couldn't stop smiling.

It turned out to be a woman in a light blue light blue dress and white embroidered cloth shoes.

Li Qiushui sat on the colorful clouds, leaning back on the clouds with his arms back, looking up at the faint stars, and shaking his legs.

The woman slowly turned her head, glanced at the young man obliquely, and spoke a little demonically, "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Muliu smiled, "What are you doing?"

Li Qiushui likes to look at the stars and the moon, and most of the time he used to be alone, occasionally accompanied by a girl in a leather skirt. Since then, it's always been two people, the guy with a bad temper and a bad hand on girls.

She remembered very well that when she took a boat from Yizhou to Xiangertan, that stupid guy obviously wanted to turn his head to look at herself, but he always forced himself not to look.

It was indeed dangerous at that time, but the night Da Kun appeared, the endless blue light was really the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen, because he was there!

Zhang Muliu leaned over with a smile and sat on the left side of Liqiushui, his hands began to be restless. In fact, Zhang Muliu was ready to slap his hands and scold again, but this time he was not slapped off until his arm was on the woman's shoulder.

The young man was puzzled, and Li Qiushui suddenly tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, and sighed: "I'm an old girl." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled angrily: "You have become an old girl like this, how can the woman over there live?"

Li Qiushui raised his head and looked at Zhang Muliu, Shui Lingling's big eyes flickered a few times, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Muliu smiled faintly, his voice was quite vicissitudes, "You look good." ”

Fang Cong was used to going to the black-hearted swordsman first when he got up every day, but he didn't seem to be there today. So the girl, who wore two dark green dresses and changed her clothes, squatted on the steps with two swords on her back, holding her face in both hands and looking at the snowflakes that began to fall again.

Where did he go?

The door creaked open, and Fang Cong saw a beautiful woman in white walking with a beautiful woman from afar, slowly walking among the snowflakes.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and shouted, what are you doing? The girl shook her head and turned around and walked towards her room.

The young man was helpless, and sighed: "What evil has happened to this little girl?"

Li Qiushui glanced at someone and sneered.

The latter hurriedly cried and said with a sad face: "I was wronged!"

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

Zhang Lan and the others took a nuclear boat and took Song Fengxin to the north of Tongzhou. There is no need to resist the wind at sea, in fact, the nuclear boat is still more economical. Long Nature is the most realm in this group, and the only thing is that this guy can resist fighting, but he can't fight. But Zhang Lan, who has only recovered to the realm of Yuanying, seems to be the leader, and no one has any objections.

Zhang Hanshu and Xu Yu have been sitting at the tea table, the two are considered brother and sister, of course, the promise is a little bigger. The city was about to be built, and the two of them were most proficient in the matter of the inn and the wine shop, and since the end of the discussion, they have been discussing the scale of the inn and the wine shop, and what kind of drinks to sell for food.

Zhang Lan and Long Da were not idle, and they moved the spirits and creatures out of that place, all of which were not a big problem, and the most troublesome thing was where the thirty-six mansions were built and how to build them? Originally, they thought that after Song Fengxin was a heavenly workman, they should know about this matter the most, but at this time, the two of them found out that this squire did not understand the construction of the immortal mansion at all, which stumped Zhang Lan. Where can I find a disciple of the Mo family for a while?

I don't know if Song Fengxin was hit, or if he felt that he couldn't stand the great kindness of Jian Hou, he hit Chang'an, and the ferry drove slowly for a long time, and the squire was stunned and hid in the cabin and didn't come out.

Long Da sighed and said helplessly: "Brother Zhang, if we mess up the young master's errand, you will be fine, but I will not be able to escape the fate of the Wang Eight Camel Stone Tablet at the mountain gate!"

Zhang Lan smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Long, don't worry, the monk's mansion is nothing more than an aura, if our mansion can help people practice, it is the best, if not, each has its own characteristics, and it can be built well." When the time comes, there will still be a lot of people rushing to spend money on those young heroes. ”

Long Da nodded, which he agreed. Even if Jiang Mohang is given a broken thatched house for a few days, someone will spend a lot of money to live there for a while. There is no way, people are famous, but they are more attractive to those boys and girls than they are to have aura.

As the saying goes, "The mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous." ”

Those thirty-six mansions are nameless mountains, and if those famous people stay for a few days, they will also become a resort.

Speaking of which, Fang Cong's little girl is really not bad, the young master is not good to her in vain.

On the ferry that night, Fang Cong cried and died, everyone must know, anyway, he Long Da knew. Later, even Zhang Hanshu, who disliked Fang Onion very much, couldn't help but carry the girl back to the cabin.

No one can see that Zhang Hanshu is very good at the other party's green onions, but he just deliberately has a stinky face.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps on the stairs of the cabin, and a young man was wearing an official uniform, with a peacock embroidered in front of him, which was Zhao Kai's newly set three-grade official uniform. Song Bong-xin hurriedly ran out of the cabin, unkempt, his hair disheveled, and his face covered with ink.

Long Da grew his mouth, and after a lot of ups, he smiled and said, "Lord Song, this is a robber, how did it become like this?"

Song Fengxin noticed his sloppy appearance at this time, and said with a wry smile: "This is the manuscript I rushed out, the thirty-six mansions are divided into eight grades, one is the best, only one, the second is slightly inferior, and there are two mansions." And so on, the eight grades are exactly thirty-six square mansions. ”

As he spoke, handing over a thick wad of paper, the squire wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "The thirty-six mansions are different, but all kinds of people and tastes and preferences are included in them. It's just that in this way, these thirty-six mansions alone occupy a huge area, and it is difficult to be in the city. I heard the two of you say that in the future, the mountain will sit in the north and face south, and the main body should be at the southern foothills. I'm thinking about building the mansion close to the northern foothills, what do you think?"

said with a wry smile, "I'm just a mortal, I can do the construction and mapping of these places, but if you want to involve any immortal meteorology, Song really can't do it." ”

Zhang Lan flipped through the drawings, and then looked at Song Fengxin, with uncontrollable appreciation in his eyes.

After being worthy of heaven, Zhang Lan was convinced. I already think it's okay to style the structure, as long as the mountain owner looks at it again, as for the location, the north foot may not work, and the mountain owner will not agree to do business in his own backyard. There is also the immortal atmosphere of the mansion, you can leave this to me, go and clean up yourself. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Lan got up suddenly, frowned, and said, "Old guy, you have thought clearly." ”

Xu also got up, "Uncle, you have to think about it." ”

The strange words of the two made Song Fengxin confused, and he said that these immortals were too unpredictable to speak, and Jian Hou looked approachable.

Long Da smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Lan on the shoulder, and said softly: "Brother Zhang, don't force yourself, the young master told me, if Brother Zhang is unwilling to show his true face, he is still the big housekeeper of our mountain." ”

Zhang Lan shook his head and said, "What I learned is not a dragon slaying technique, there is still a place to use it." ”

The art of building the world, of course, is the Mo family, and the public loser is the most.

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

Some people are in other places, and some people are returning to their hometowns.

Among this group, that is, Zhang Muliu's family is on the way back to their hometown, and the rest are in other places, and it may not be long before they will become their hometown.

Zhang Muliu planned to take the three little girls back to Xiaozhushan, rest for a few days, and then take everyone to the north of Tongzhou to drop the mountain, so as not to scare people when the craftsmen who built the city came in the future and Xiaoyao Mountain fell.

Originally, he planned to return to his hometown with Qiao Yushan, but that guy had too many things to do, and he couldn't get out of his way for the time being, and it was estimated that he would not be able to return to his hometown until the end of the year, and the rest of the people should be about the same.

Since the fight from Qiushui, Fang Cong has avoided the pair of fairy partners intentionally or unintentionally, and always walked at the end of the line.

Bai Lu turned into a white deer, carrying Zhang and Youling early. The young man turned into a green deer and followed closely. You Fang still likes Mo Miaomiao, carrying the little girl very close to Bai Lu, and holding a puppy with a pair of horns in his arms.

Liu Gong received the master's military order, and also hung behind him, looking at Fang Onion. But his sentence is a senior sister, and the girl doesn't care about him at all.

In fact, when leaving Chang'an in the morning, Fang Cong plucked up the courage to find Zhang Muliu and said if he could change his innocence to Qingbai, and the girl glanced at Liqiushui intentionally or unintentionally when she said that. I didn't expect the black-hearted swordsman to be very refreshing, saying that your sword, you can call it whatever you want, but don't change it.

The girl actually has a matter on her mind, she has never told anyone, and she is now a little afraid of traveling with Zhang Muliu.

Fang Cong had a dream not long ago, and in the dream, the black-hearted swordsman was holding two long swords, and there was a palm-sized flying sword suspended beside him. But his white clothes were stained red with blood. Zhang Mu in the dream was covered in blood, touched her head with trembling arms, and said with a smile: "If you don't call the master now, it will be too hurtful, right?"

So at this moment, she followed behind, and her mind was full of the bloody swordsman, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Liu Gong walked over with courage, and shouted with a hippie smile, but where did people pay attention to him? He could only scratch his head and say: "Everyone can see that the master's favorite apprentice is still you, and Xiao Han Cheng'er and I are like buying tofu and giving it away." ”

The girl turned her head and said coldly: "Don't call Senior Sister, I'm not your Senior Sister, let alone his apprentice." ”

Liu Gong had no choice but to retract and sigh to himself, and said in his heart, Master, what kind of errand did you arrange for me? I can't beat her, I can't scold her, and even my brain is not as good as her, isn't it a difficult thing for me!

Qing Ye gathered beside Bai Lu, a white sister, and people didn't pay attention to him, and when Bai Lu occasionally responded, Qing Ye didn't know what to say, so he had to smile.

Le Qing is not going to get over there, originally the Qilin Divine Beast congenitally suppressed himself, and the Qingyan Qilin with a black heart and spicy hooves is still a person in the same realm as himself, why is he beaten?

So at this moment, it's still three little girls who are chattering non-stop.

Zhang wanted to see his father's hometown early, wanted to see his grandfather and grandmother, and wanted to see his eldest aunt and younger aunt.

Demon Ling is thinking about the delicious food in the owner's hometown, I heard that the noodles there are particularly delicious, crispy and crispy, a big bowl of red oil and spicy seeds, and I drool when I think about it.

Mo Miaomiao is different, what she wants is to go to the grave of the old master that her brother said, and thank him for being a gentleman for her brother and teaching her brother to be a warm and warm person.

In fact, the three little girls are together, and the two aunts naturally protect Zhang Zao, so if there is something delicious, the demon Ling will give Zhang Zao a big half, and if there is fun, Mo Miaomiao will always call Zhang Zao to play together.

The three little girls are very compatible, but their personalities are actually very different.

Mo Miaomiao is the kind of person who has a lot of questions, when she sees the swallow latching into the mud and the melting of the ice and snow, she will tilt her head and ponder for a long time, and then take out a few books from the cage behind her and look through them one by one. If she finds the answer, she will smirk, if not, she is not in a hurry, she always thinks in her heart, I will always find the answer.

Zhang Muliu felt that this little girl was born to read materials, and the previous saying that sending it to Jinling Academy was not for fun. It's just that Mo Miaomiao seems to be more interested in the White Deer Cave.

What about Demon Ling, she is used to being alone, and she finally has a meal master, Mo Miaomiao, who calls herself a sister, and a niece Zhang Zaozao, she cares about the two of them very much. When I was free, I would read to the other two little girls, "When I was the big ghost king, I was very powerful, there was a card with a lot of tiger legs, roasted, fragrant and delicious." It's that he was later brought back to life by the master of the meal.,After becoming a real little girl.,That little card is gone.,Alas! ”

Compared with Mo Miaomiao's natural appearance of a scholar, Demon Ling is more like a free and easy Jianghu person. If something is gone, it will be gone, and a little sadness must be inevitable, but afterwards she will tell herself, if it is gone, it will be gone, what's the big deal?

Zhang's early roots are not even clear about being a father.

It stands to reason that Zhanbu should be a tree that has become a spirit, but there is no demonic energy to be found in her, but it is more like an ancient god, a congenital soul.

What reassures Zhang Muliu and Liqiushui the most is that in the past six months, Zhang has become more and more like a little girl of the human race. It's not like before, I'm too lazy to move a pair of legs, and I use aura instead of myself for everything.

followed He Qingying to fish in the lake, and later every time it rained, she would wait for Mo Miaomiao on the gravel road by the lake with an oil-paper umbrella taller than herself, and she would quietly say, "I won't tell grandma, little aunt, don't worry!"

Later, when I saw the demon Ling, the two little girls went down to the river to fish and touch the shrimp, but the crabs were not less.

Zhang Zao was not happy to listen to Demon Ling say that she picked it up, because she felt that Aunt Demon Ling or Little Aunt were all family members!

So these three little girls, Zhang Zaozao, who should not be like people, are like her father, and they are always very warm to the people around them.

A few people were actually not slow to walk, Liu Gong and Fang Cong in the rear seemed to be being led away, and where there was no one, every step seemed to be dozens of miles away.

The sun has not yet set in the west, everyone has arrived at Qiaoxi County, three little girls are running all over the street like joy, Liu Gong and Fang Cong are each squatting a small deer on their shoulders, escorting behind.

After a while, the three little girls bought a lot of things, and Liu Gong was responsible for carrying the bags.

Zhang Muliu's mood is still a little fluctuating at the moment, and his hometown has finally returned after a two-year absence.

Along an official road to the west out of the county seat, all the way up for almost fifty miles, Zhang Muliu took the autumn water to a valley, and when he arrived at the ten liang water that had been frozen into ice skates, the young man said proudly: "Look, I didn't lie to you, right?"

Li Qiushui looked at it, and the spring water in front of him was exactly the same as what he had seen in the belly of the kun, but it was one hundred and eighty times smaller.

The beautiful woman's heart moved slightly, and an ice crystal long sword was held in her hand, and she shouted ten forgiveness from the autumn water, and the frozen spring water instantly shone generously, and wisps of cold true intent continued to pour into the sword body, and when the light dissipated, Zhang Muliu knew that this spring water would be just spring water in the future.

The young man thought about it again and again, and still asked, "After refining the Ten Lang Water, have you changed anything?"

The woman put away the ten liang water, rolled her eyes and chuckled: "Don't worry, I will only be me." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, he believed.

The group deliberately slowed down their pace, and in the snowy night, a white dress stood with a beautiful woman, pointing to the scenery left and right with a smile on his face, and introduced to his daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, disciples, and friends, what this place was called, and what he Zhang Muliu had done here.

By the time Xiaozhu Mountain reached the east, it was already dark, and only a layer of silver could be seen slightly.

Zhang Muliu pointed to a low mound and couldn't hide his smile, "This place is called Xue Xiaoliang, one of my favorite places to go since I was a child, I'll show you in a few days." ”

Walking past Xuexiaoliang, Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, he had already heard that after Chen Shucheng returned to his hometown, he also paved the section from Xiaozhu Mountain to Xuexiaoliang with bluestone slabs, but he didn't have to be afraid of getting mud anymore.

In the night, you can't see the white and green of the mountain, but you can see a small courtyard at a very high place, brightly lit.

Zhang Muliu took a deep breath, grabbed Liqiushui's hand, did not allow it to break free, and said with a smile: "I'm home!"

When he stepped on the bluestone slab that had been seriously worn, he blushed a little from the autumn water.

In the snow at night, the woman was wearing a light blue dress, white embroidered shoes, and a bracelet sent by Zhang Muliu on her wrist, which was engraved with a sentence, "Autumn water sees the moon, I see autumn water." "The ankle was wrapped around a thin wreath, which Zhang Muliu woven in the belly of the kun and tied it to the ankle of Liqiushui with his own hands.

This extremely beautiful woman who looks both horizontally and vertically is cold and beautiful, but at this moment, there are two faint blushes on her face, and there is a hint of playfulness in the coldness.

Zhang Muliu smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? My mother-in-law has seen it, but I am still afraid of seeing my aunt and grandparents?"

The woman tilted her head and glared at someone, and called Zhang to hold her in her arms early, which seemed to have confidence.

Several people in the back were smiling, not to mention Qing Ye, even Mo Miaomiao and Demon Ling were grinning.

The most reluctant to move forward is Fang Onion. The girl didn't know how to deal with herself when she arrived at the house of the black-hearted swordsman.

Zhang Muliu didn't turn his head, and shouted with a smile: "Fang Cong, carry You Fang well." ”

After walking past the grandmother's house who remembered the child's birthday very clearly, and walked past the door of the old man's house, turned a corner and went down a slope, the young man in white straightened his clothes, walked forward to set up the fence gate, and shouted softly: "Grandparents, Muliu is back." ”

After a burst of footsteps, an old man wearing a thick cotton coat and bowing slightly opened the door, was stunned, and said with a smile: "The grandson of the melon is not frozen, right?"

Li Qiushui's face became redder and redder, and he struggled for a moment or took a step forward, lowered his head and shouted grandpa.

Zhang Zao was much more generous than her mother, grinning and calling out to the grandfather with a smile.

The old man looked at the large group of people, strange deer, strange dogs, and said in a thick country accent: "It's not easy to walk on the road, right? ”

After being polite, he didn't let go, but looked at his granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter.

Zhang Muliu said helplessly: "Grandpa, get out of the way, you are blocking the door, why don't we go in!"

The old man was happy, hurriedly let aside, first welcomed his granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter in, shouted to the small house to say his mother-in-law, and then welcomed the guests, Zhang Muliu was the last to enter the door.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Liu Gong knelt down and kowtowed, one by one. Zhang Muliu wanted to kick him away.

The three little girls were crammed into one bed, Zhang Muliu slept with his apprentice Liu Gong, and Liqiushui slept with Fang Onion.

In the middle of the night, the girl suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Are you really afraid that I will snatch him away?"

Li Qiushui turned over and replied with a smile: "Sometimes we don't know who we like and how we like it." He told me that you were like the only life-saving straw that could be grasped by him, and that when you stood firm, you wouldn't want to continue to hold on to it. ”

Fang Cong was speechless, and Li Qiushui spoke again: "I actually think it's wrong, you're still a little girl, I'm going to be thirty years old, who hasn't been young? I think it's natural to like whom, but you have to meet a lot of people, and then talk about liking, right? Now you think he's a very good person, what about in the future? Also, do you know why he rushed to accept you as an apprentice? With his identity and ability, if you want to accept disciples, there must be many people who rush to apprentice. ”

The girl looked at the beautiful woman who looked like a galaxy between her eyebrows, and said softly, "Why?"

Li Qiushui said with a smile: "Because of Zhang Muliu, he used to be Fang Onion." ”

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

There is a bun shop in Yudu City, and since there is a teenager who is scolded every day, there is a lot of laughter in the shop.

Finally one day, the two husbands and wives took the shop out, and there was no more steamed bun shop in Yudu City.

The couple walked around the ruined temple outside the city, and the woman was in a low mood, and sighed: "That little guy is not good with you, we are demons!"

Shopkeeper Luo said with a smile: "That young swordsman left Li Yan in the Twilight Mountain, Yue Hui became an official disciple of the Twilight Mountain, but Li Yan was just a boarder. That Zhang Gongzi wanted to sharpen Li Yan's temperament, and when he came back, he would find a formation master for the stupid boy. ”

The woman shook her head and said, "Xiao Li Yan is not so easy to smooth out his temperament. ”

Shopkeeper Luo stomped his feet and said with a smile: "If I lose a good disciple, then I will go to Qianzhou to accept a new disciple, if I don't want to, are you still unwilling to fight half to death?"

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In the early morning of Xiaozhushan, there has always been only a rooster crowing, but today is a little different. The courtyard of the Zhang family, which is very close to the bluestone steps in the east, is endless.

The three little girls were thrown in Xiaozhu Mountain, Liu Gong and Fang Cong followed a pair of fairy couples to the Jianhou fiefdom in the north of Tongzhou, and saw Zhang Lan and others, Zhang Muliu also vetoed the proposal to build thirty-six houses at the northern foot of Muqiu Mountain.

Liqiushui said that it was called Muqiu Mountain, and it was called Muqiu Mountain.

The place can be redetermined, and the formation, materials, and aura of each house can be spent to get it, but Mu Qiushan must not have a place for outsiders to live in and make money.

Song Fengxin's drawings, Zhang Muliu agreed very much, and said that it would be built in this way.

Zhang Lan asked: "The mountain lord knows my details very early?"

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, "I'm not blind!"

Zhang Lan, who is both a public loser and a Mo family, saved Zhang Muliu a lot of money.

Zhang Muliu and Liqiushui took Fang Onion to the west to the Rainy Mountain, originally Zhang Muliu didn't want to take Fang Onion, but Liqiushui had to take it, so he could only take it.

The mountain is surrounded by a river, and the mountains are mostly boulders and green pines, and there are very few flat ground. This mountain is not small, there should be a hidden realm of harmony in the mountain, and the mountain master is only distracted on the surface.

It's just that the wind is not very good, not far from the rainy mountain, there is a cottage, hanging the flag of robbing the rich and helping the poor, in fact, there is no less thing to steal chickens and dogs. The only good thing is that this cottage never kills people.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Muliu does not plan to take a look.

Li Qiushui suddenly said: "Has someone ever gone down to Fuyao City in Shayu Mountain?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said: "I don't know if anyone has ever gone to the battlefield, but this river has a big canal opened by manpower, and I have heard of it." ”

Fang Cong was sullen all the way, in fact, she didn't want to come. However, Liu Gong came to the scene, laughing and shouting: "Master, this is going to tell a story?

Glaring at Zhang Muliu, the young man smiled and buried his head in silence.

I saw the young man in white pour a sip of wine and sighed: "The world only knows that there is a guide into Wei, but very few people know that there is also a white prince in this land." This river has a big canal, also called Baigong Canal. ”

Li Qiushui rolled his eyes and said lightly: "Why do you know these little people and stories?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "To us, we are small people, just mortals. But for the people, it is also a great person. In other words, the people who benefit the people are all big people, and we are the little people. ”

The woman nodded, agreeing with the statement. No matter how famous we are now, we are all small people to the true great monks.

The biggest reason for the bad reputation of the rain shelter mountain is to protect the cottage. Today, Zhang Muliu does not show up to climb the mountain, just take a look from afar.

This rain-sheltering mountain, the mountain owner's surname is Huang, and he is completely his own mountain, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

The four of them hid their figures, and soon walked into the mountains, and at a glance, Zhang Muliu felt that his own Mu Qiushan was too shabby.

People are not prosperous!

Look at the mountain of others, although the realm is the highest, and killing is a good way, but the number of this disciple is more than a thousand, where is the same as himself, the monks in the mountain are all called by their names.

Zhang Muliu took the four of them to the preaching place of this rainy mountain, there was an old man, the Yuanying realm, the high altar, that is called a mouth spitting lotus, Zhang Muliu estimated that it may not be reasonable to shout the dragon.

The group then went to the mountain prison, and went in for a walk, only to find that there was no one inside.

Li Qiushui asked: "According to the surrounding wind and commentary, this mountain prison should not be empty. ”

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, and drew a sword qi without confusion, enveloping several people and starting to go to the ancestral hall.

Generally, the ancestral hall on the hill will also be a place for discussion.

When I arrived at the place, I happened to meet the mountain bandit of the pig cage village and had a secret conversation with the lord of the Yellow Mountain.

The leader of the mountain bandits is not in vain in his identity, a one-eyed dragon, a beard, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"Lord Huangshan, we really can't hold on, we are a bandit leader, what we do is a good person's business, if we continue like this, the brothers will starve to death. The bandit complained.

The mountain lord smiled bitterly, bent down and clenched his fists, "Brother Guan, you know my business, you have to do good deeds for twenty years, so that the dog can hope to survive in another way, there are still a few years to go, you can help me!"

The mountain bandit surnamed Guan sighed and said helplessly: "But how can we become mountain bandits by mistake? We obviously do more good deeds than those so-called great good people!"

The two were still talking, but Zhang Muliu took a few people and disappeared in a flash and went to a hidden place in the mountains. It is almost a secret room stacked with money, and it has the effect of condensing the yin energy of the soul.

The young man in white shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay on this mountain, let's go." ”

Fang Cong and Liu Gong were in the clouds, but they didn't dare to ask.

The four of them returned to the sea of clouds, and Zhang Muliu said to Fang Cong: "Let that Shuibao Daoist out, let's do good things to the end, we have to help Song Fengxin calm down his worries." ”

The girl took out a clay urn from her small purse, and with a shake of her hand, a yellow eel spirit ran out.

This Shui Bao Dao man who followed the Tubao Daoist, as soon as he came out, he was about to flee away, and he came in an instant, grabbed him from the collar of his neck, and said with a smile:

"You're so afraid of me, how about I take you home?"