The girl hugged Zhang Muliu tightly, for fear that this swordsman, who was actually not black-hearted, would leave him and run away without a trace.

Zhang Muliu was also quite helpless, he really didn't know that the last meeting between Fang Cong and his father and mother was here, and he finally knew that when he was on the deck of the nuclear boat, he confiscated her small purse, and she cried so hoarsely.

The young man sighed, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on Fang Onion's face, and said softly: "I am full of snot and tears, and you will compensate me for my clothes?"

Fang Cong snorted and snorted, "I won't compensate, it's you who made me cry." ”

The shopkeeper in the back naturally knew what his young master's temper was, he hadn't seen Fang Cong speak well, today was so like a girl's family, it was the first time in his eyes!

Seeing that Fang Cong didn't seem to be sad, the old shopkeeper was finally relieved, what is it if he doesn't do business for a day? As long as she makes her aunt happy, she can smash the shop.

Zhang Muliu smiled at the old shopkeeper, who hurriedly clenched his fists and shouted Zhang Jianxian.

In this regard, Zhang Muliu did not have many doubts. With the Fang family's ability, it is not very difficult to spread the message of their own industry scattered around.

Fang Onion finally stopped crying slightly, and when she dragged the young man's arm to stand up, she saw that the person in front of her was wearing a pair of particularly ugly cloth shoes. The girl was happy and embarrassed, and stamped her feet and said, "Why do you really wear it! I put a lot of pairs in the token I gave you, why do you choose the most ugly one!"

Zhang Muliu pressed Fang Onion's head and walked inside, and said with a smile: "The first pair of shoes that Miss Fang made in her life, how can I have to appreciate my face?"

As he spoke, he walked up to the shopkeeper, clenched his fists slightly, and said with a smile: "This girl has a strange temper, she must have offended you a lot, right? ”

The old shopkeeper had a strange face, and said in his heart that wasn't the young master of my family? How did you make it look like I was an outsider? But seeing that my aunt and grandmother were happy, it was okay to do anything.

He remembers, more than ten years ago, Fang Cong, who was still a little girl, was also sitting in front of the door, crying even more sadly than today, and he wanted to persuade her, but he still scolded her for getting out.

Fang Cong picked up the purple gold gourd and pouted: "Na, this is the wine promised to you, there should be a lot of it, no less than the one that was pretended to be when I returned." ”

The young man took a big sip of the gourd, and after returning it, he said: "You can help me keep it, in case one day I go to a wilderness and I finish drinking again, you will be my savior!"

The girl finally laughed.

Zhang Muliu personally cooked a bowl of noodles for Fang Onion, perhaps because he was a little tired after crying for a day, Fang Onion fell asleep very early, holding You Fang in his arms, and was unwilling to let go.

At night, Zhang Muliu and the old shopkeeper were drinking below, and the old shopkeeper said with a smile: "The head of the family believes that Zhang Gongzi is a good person, and he is relieved that the young master is following you." There are not many people who know the identity of Zhang Gongzi, and only old servants like us know that the head of the family guesses that the young master will definitely come here, so let me give Zhang Gongzi a gift as a thank you gift. ”

As he spoke, he took out an object from his cuff, and Zhang Muliu was not confused in an instant, and a sword qi prohibition shrouded here.

Zhang Muliu looked at the lake that the old man took out, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Nizi has excellent kendo qualifications, and I like her very much, as a personal disciple." Last time, that Chen worshipper had already given a gift, but I can't accept it this time, it's too valuable. ”

The lake hovering in the palm of the hand, if it lands, is at least fifty miles in radius, and the lake water is mixed with a lot of spiritual energy, and it can even be said to be a spiritual lake.

The old shopkeeper said with a smile: "This lake was taken from an isolated island on the sea when the young master was alive, it seems to be full of aura, but in fact it is not suitable for qi refining and cultivation, but it is a good place to temper the long sword." Zhang Gongzi is a sword cultivator, so he doesn't need to sharpen his sword?"

Zhang Muliu realized that it was not the kind of blessed land similar to Mu Qiushan, but a kind of sword lake that could be refined to the human body and the world and hone the natal sword by itself.

Ordinary swordsmen need to sharpen their swords, and of course sword cultivation also needs them. Don't be confused a few times, in fact, there are already a few small gaps, if you don't remedy it in time, it may be a big trouble in the future. And You Fang is even more miserable, it is it that fights the most, and it is also thanks to You Fang is an innate sword, which can absorb the aura of heaven and earth to repair itself, otherwise Zhang Muliu really doesn't know how to sharpen the sword.

Although he needed this thing very much, Zhang Muliu still didn't want it, "To be honest, I need this Sword Lake, but I can't want it." I can put it away for the time being, wait for Fang Onion to become a sword cultivator, and let her refine this thing. ”

The old shopkeeper shook his head with a smile, "Then you should worry more, this little ancestor of our family, of course there will be better." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out another hand, and a valley hovered in his palm, and below it was flowing water similar to the aura contained in the Sword Lake before, repeating itself over and over again. The two sides are even more terrifying, like a neat valley cut by two swords, which is a natural place to sharpen swords.

Handing over the two strange treasures to Zhang Muliu, the old shopkeeper said with a serious expression: "The head of the family said that if the young master can really become a sword cultivator, the Fang family will definitely have a lot of gratitude." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "Zhang will also be able to dance a gun and play a sword, there is already a successor in marksmanship, and I have great hopes for Fang Onion on the trip to swordsmanship." ”

In fact, Zhang Muliu's boxing skills are also acceptable, but he is just deceiving himself and unwilling to use it.

The young man sighed, and said in his heart that Fang Shallot is really a little lucky star!

I smiled to myself, that is to say, if I really mentioned it to Xiao Nizi, I guess I would be scolded for several days.

The next day, there was something that made people laugh and cry, the city lord of this furnace Wencheng opened a monk wine shop at his own house, but the taste of the wine sold was not as good as the Fang family's wine shop, so naturally there was no business. So the city lord used his power to suppress people and make trouble for the wine shop here everywhere.

Zhang Muliu originally thought that this city lord was at least a Hedao realm, but when he looked at it later, it turned out to be just a Jindan monk.

The city lord thought that he could scare the Fang family's wine shop, and the old shopkeeper didn't bother to take care of him, and after that, the city lord became more and more serious.

The old shopkeeper didn't want to cause trouble, so Zhang Muliu, a passerby, helped clean up this person.

First of all, he took Fang Scallion to turn around this furnace Wencheng, and after inquiring, he found that this city lord was not a bad person, but he was a little cautious, and he was extremely confident in the wine he brewed. You say that his realm is sparse and ugly, and he will not be angry, but no one can say that his wine tastes bad. The reason why he targeted Fang's wine shop so much was because a drinker went to his place to drink and said something far worse than Fang's wine shop.

In this way, Zhang Muliu didn't think about how to scare it, just have a long memory.

So a young man in white with a girl with a sword on his back went straight to the wine shop opened by the lord of the city, and set up a table at the gate, and took out a jar of wine.

No matter how long you look, you can see that this is looking for trouble.

Not long after, a young man ran out, staring at Zhang Muliu with his hands on his waist, but he stared at him, but he didn't come to scold people, let alone drive people away.

The young man said secretly, "Hmm! ”

Then a shopkeeper in a cloth coat walked out slowly, this person smiled, carried a pot of wine to Zhang Muliu's side, and said: "This gentleman, if you want to drink, let's go inside to drink, sit at the door as if what's going on, let people see it, and think that our store is a big bully." ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, it was difficult to do now. As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling person with a smiling face, people are so reasonable, how can they find trouble?

Who knew that Fang Shallot picked up the wine jug brought by the shopkeeper, took a slight sip and kept babbling, then took Zhang Muliu's wine, took a sip of grunt, and turned his head to look at the shopkeeper in the cloth coat with a look of disgust, "What kind of broken wine is this?

Rao is Zhang Muliu, and he feels that it is a bit excessive.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper and his companions all blackened their faces.

Zhang Muliu reluctantly transmitted, "You're too much, you can't look for something like this!"

Fang Cong was aggrieved and said loudly: "It's really not, I don't believe you can taste it!"

The young man picked up the jar and drank it in disbelief, and it also squirted on the ground with a pop, and then he turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, opened his mouth and said, "Is this wine?

Good guy, when I drank this so-called wine, I only felt that my mouth was full of foam, sour and astringent, which was worse than the sweet embryo of Baimaoer in my hometown.

The shopkeeper still endured it and didn't have a seizure, but said coldly: "This wine is painstakingly studied by our city lord's wife, it is called fatigue relief wine, not for intoxication, but for fatigue." You mortals, you don't appreciate this heavenly delicacy. ”

Zhang Muliu only felt that he had to go to the city lord to have a good chat, you don't want people to say that your wine is not good, but you don't want to sell water!

I saw the young man in white sigh and said softly: "Call your city lord, I'm here to find trouble today." ”

Waving his hand to remove the table, the young man and the girl walked slowly into the fatigue relief wine shop, there were really few drinkers inside.

After waiting for a cup of tea, a middle-aged man with an angry face came over, this person was dressed in brocade clothes and black boots, and as soon as he entered the wine shop, he went straight to Zhang Muliu's table.

The city lord slapped the table a few times, blew his beard and glared: "Huangkou Xiaoer, you said I sold fake wine?"

Zhang Muliu took off the wine gourd, took a sip and returned, and chuckled: "I didn't say that you sell fake wine here, but I just said that you sell wine too sincerely, and the water is as if you don't need money." ”

The city lord didn't make a big fight, but sat down, took out a translucent glass cup, took out a pot of so-called fatigue relief wine and poured it down the edge of the glass cup. Through the glass cup, Zhang Muliu found that the wine was originally golden yellow, and there was a slight floating white foam on it.

The middle-aged man glared and said, "Have you ever seen such a good wine?" I will tell you, Lao Tzu's wine is unique in the world, and you laymen don't know how to taste it. ”

Sure enough, many things still have to look at the appearance, and the ones that are packed in that jar are only sour and astringent under one mouthful, but after changing a pair of wine vessels, even Fang Onion, who doesn't like to drink, is a little curious. Golden and translucent, bubbling with tiny bubbles, and foaming at the water, it's the first time I've seen it.

Zhang Muliu smiled and stretched out his hand to take the wine, this time it was relatively slow, and he had a wine burp after a sip, and there was some aroma in the aftertaste.

Seeing that the young man drank it in one gulp, the city lord smiled slightly, but he still snorted coldly: "You have to come back to comment after you have a stomach, right? After listening to the rumors outside, you came to smash the field, are you a child?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said: "Your wine can only be sold by utensils, just say that I am a person, I have drunk countless wines, your wine is okay under the tasting, but there is no glass cup to lining, who will drink?"

The city lord sighed, raised his wine jug and drank it all, burped a long time, and said angrily: "You can scold my ancestors, but you can't say that my wine is not good! ”

The young man smiled faintly, and really got up to salute and say sorry.

Fang Cong's eyes widened and said, "Zhang Mutou, aren't we here to find fault, why did you apologize to him?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head, this is still looking for a fart stubble, at first glance, he is a fellow practitioner, and he is drinking.

The young man who had originally come to find fault sat with the city lord and drank, and the two of them went to the thatched house one by one. Zhang Muliu said the most, "This wine really occupies the stomach." ”

In the end, somehow, Zhang Muliu said that he planned to open a liquor shop in his hometown, but there was no wine to sell. When the city lord heard this, he became anxious, and said that he looked down on my brother, right? I will give you this recipe for relieving fatigue, plus the drawings of the tools for brewing this wine.

It stands to reason that Zhang Muliu will not accept it, but this time he did not push back, and he accepted it when people sent it.

Zhang Muliu even begged the city lord to stamp his big seal on the customs clearance document he brought, so that he would not be too troublesome at all.

Where is there any wine in the world that is not intoxicating? Even if it is a grape wine produced in Naganzhou, it is also intoxicating when there are more.

In the middle of the night, the wine shop that was originally unmanned became more and more quiet. The city lord of the furnace was drunk like mud, and he was already spread out in front of the table, and he was in a hurry.

Of course, not only the fatigue wine, but also many of Zhang Muliu's return wines.

At this moment, the young man in white took out a boxy stone, took out Nanshan and held it in his hand, looking as if he wanted to carve something.

Fang Cong was taken aback, "You still carve seals?"

The young man smiled faintly: "Three hundred and sixty lines don't dare to say that the plenary meeting, there are still half of them." Not to mention engraving, even the carpenter and mason, I can do it. ”

The girl tilted her head to see what the young man had carved, only to see the young man in white frowning and pondering for a long time, and then dipped her fingers in the wine and scratched it on the table a few times, and the girl immediately pursed her lips.

Sure enough, it was half a bucket of water.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop here leaned over and said softly: "The wine to relieve fatigue was painstakingly developed by Madame when she was alive, and later the city lord took this wine as a treasure, and no one was allowed to say that it was not." ”

Zhang Muliu nodded, although he only mentioned three words, he could roughly guess it.

The next morning, the city lord covered his head and raised his head, the young man in white and the girl in green had long since disappeared, and only a seal of ordinary material remained on the table, which was engraved, "Tired and drunk, warm heart." ”

When the middle-aged man picked up the seal, he was suddenly shocked, and quickly dispersed the smell of alcohol, only to feel that the seal in his hand was full of sword intent.

The shopkeeper in a cloth coat walked over slowly, and said with a smile: "That sword fairy said, take your most cherished thing, and in the future, this fatigue relief wine will be famous all over the world." If there is something that cannot be passed in a hundred years, take this seal and go to a place called Mu Qiushan in Shengshen Continent to find him. ”

The city lord held the seal and felt heavy.

It's not that sword intent that sinks, but those eight words, which are extremely heavy.

Zhang Muliu had already left Luwen City with Fang Onion, planning to go to the east to go to the top of the Yin and Yang Family's mountain, which was not only to worship the mountain, but also to throw bait.

It's not a problem for someone to follow all the time!

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

Although Douhanzhou is far away in the north, it is known as Niu Hezhou, because this land is not small, and there are many spirits.

All the way to the east, the terrain is somewhat similar to Shengshenzhou, the big river flows eastward, the west is high and the east is low, although it is still icy and snowy, but it is finally not so biting cold.

Fang Onion has been suppressed in the realm of Qi refining, practicing swords on foot all the way, and unconsciously forced out the effects of the heavenly treasures that have been used on his body since he was a child and accumulated in his body, as if he had gone through the road of Qi refining again, constantly consolidating the aura, and naturally broke through Zhang Muliu's suppression and returned to the foundation.

Zhang Muliu said with a smile, the lowest thing in the future is to suppress you in the foundation building period.

The girl almost cried with joy, and finally she didn't have to worry about practicing her sword in the storm and snow.

The two of them walked very slowly on the landscape road, Zhang Muliu was walking a lot, and in Fang Cong's eyes, it was just ordinary walking. But in fact, under Zhang Muliu's step, there were countless invisible phantoms around him holding swords and dancing swords, which was not much easier than Fang Onion on the side.

Zhang Muliu has been looking for an ethereal realm that is difficult to put into words. It's the previous few fights, whether it's sword qi or sword intent, once it's released, there will always be a feeling that it's hard to recover. What he wants now is that even if the sword qi is emitted, he can still control it at will. If you have to say it clearly, you can only say that what he pursues is a kind of, "It's not that you can cut whoever you want, but you don't want to cut whoever you don't want to cut." Just like the sentence Zhang Muliu once heard, "True freedom is not to do what you want, but not to do what you don't want to do." ”

The pursuit of a kind of kendo freedom is easier said than done.

So in Fang Onion's eyes, Zhang Muliu seemed to be stunned, and sometimes he was idle to gather a pile of fire, put two dead branches in front and back, and pointed at them as swords, and cut them away with a small sword qi. Every time he cut it out, the two branches broke together, and the young man sighed incessantly, muttering that it was difficult!

There was a decade of time, the two of them went out to the east for 500 miles, and arrived at a big mountain called Guillotine Ridge, which was nearly 800 miles long, but only less than 100 miles wide, and there were many ghosts and demons in the mountain, and they were not evil, and they were divided into thirteen cities, just to do some business with the human race.

It's the same, the sect of the Yin and Yang family is on the side, what can a small hill do?

This big mountain is called Haigui, it is said that it was moved from the north of the sea, there was a sea fairy knot in the mountain, there are many opportunities in the mountain.

Zhang Muliu felt that the thirteen cities were very interesting, suppressed the realm in Jindan, and took Fang Cong to a ghoul city in the westernmost end.

In fact, there is one thing that Zhang Muliu has always buried in his heart, only told Qiao Yushan when he was a child, and later mentioned it to Mr. Ma, and since then he has never mentioned it to anyone else, and he doesn't even know about Qiushui.

When I was a child, after the Kaiyuan Temple, I had a high fever that did not go away, and then I followed the locked statue of the old man to climb the highest mountain in Tongzhou to reduce the fever.

During that time, Zhang Muliu didn't know how, and he learned something in a daze.

At first, he held his breath gently while sleeping, and then exhaled after a while, so that after a short time, Zhang Muliu could start from feeling his heartbeat, as if he was traveling around his body with a blood vein, and he could feel the hair of his whole body relaxing, and the whole person was loosening and rising with the pulse, like a god beating a drum, and it sounded.

In the days that followed, every day before going to bed, Zhang Muliu would try to find that feeling. Before I knew it, the sound of the drums vanished, and it turned into a strange feeling. Obviously, people are lying on the bed, but it seems to be traveling thousands of miles, for a while it is like falling from a high altitude, and for a while it is like a sword galloping, Zhang Muliu in his childhood is happy every night because of this incident.

Later, he taught Qiao Yushan, but that guy couldn't learn it alive or dead.

Later, Zhang Muliu could easily enter that state even if he walked on the road, his eyes were obviously open, and there was no change in his surroundings, but his whole body and mind seemed to be not here.

It wasn't until Mr. Ma arrived at Xiaozhushan that Zhang Muliu said this, and the sloppy man looked extremely serious at that time, "This matter should not be mentioned casually with others, let alone taught easily, maybe you will harm others." You've made this thing out of your own pocket, and you've almost spent a lifetime of luck. ”

Therefore, Zhang Muliu has never taken advantage of any disputes to seize opportunities.

But later, in the dream of three thousand years, Zhang Muliu had already forgotten all about it, and then he remembered to practice the sword, but now he can't return to that artistic conception.

A sound of Zhang Mu woke Zhang Muliu up, and it turned out that he had already arrived at the gate of the ghoul city.

There was a skeleton soldier holding a halberd guarding the door, and when he saw this young man in white from afar, he was startled by the sword intent that was unintentionally revealed.

Zhang Muliu took out the customs clearance document again, and the skeleton ghost Xiu took it over and took a look, and found that it was covered with the great seal of the monarch of the Song and Liang Kingdoms of Shengshenzhou, and the seal of Wencheng in the west, and he felt more and more that the person in front of him was a sword immortal who lowered the realm and fought hard.

There is a large seal at the city gate, similar to the strange landscape luck, and the big seal can freely enter the ghoul city.

After finishing his official business, the halberd-wielding skeleton immediately smiled and said to Zhang Muliu: "This son, our ghoul city is extremely yin, you can go to the Luhuaer shop in the city to buy a piece of clothing, but it can cover up a little yin." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and nodded, wrote down the reed shop, took out a mud coin from the cuff and threw it over, the skeleton ghost Xiu threw away the halberd in his hand, clenched his fists, and shouted: "This son is blessed at a glance, and there must be a steady stream of opportunities after entering the city." ”

This foundation building ghost cultivator said that he just understands his eyes, and the sword fairy in front of him is not happy in his heart?

In fact, when he heard that sentence of deep blessing, Zhang Muliu wanted to get the money back.

Ignoring the white bone ghost cultivator, he slowly entered the city with Fang Onion, and sure enough, the yin qi was extremely heavy, and the tombs and cliffs in Zhanbuzhou were a little inferior, as if they were in the world.

Fang Onion couldn't stand this yin qi a little, Zhang Muliu pulled up the girl's palm and drew a talisman on her palm, Fang Onion felt a little more comfortable.

The young man sighed, "Look, I have to buy you new clothes again." ”

The city is quite large, and the ground is paved with bricks with a very yin atmosphere, and the living will be naturally suppressed when they come here.

Walking around casually, Zhang Muliu smiled, there is that alternative market atmosphere here.

When he walked to the Luhuaer shop, the young man in white saw a young man from afar, and then he couldn't stop smiling.

At the door of Luhua'er shop in the distance, there was a young man in white clothes, who was holding a folding fan with four big characters on it, and a bearded man with a knife on his back was beside him.

Fang Cong was puzzled: "Acquaintance?"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said nothing, and the two of them also saw a white dress that had never carried a sword, but there was a cyan donkey missing beside him.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and even Tongxin'er trembled a little.

"You can meet this evil star here?"

The arm of the young man holding the folding fan trembled, and he no longer had the casual and calm appearance he had before.

Zhang Muliu shouted with a smile: "Such a coincidence?"