The white-clothed man spoke aggressively, and no one dared to speak out of the Guishan army below. Who doesn't know that the black-robed man beat the Guishan boss before he was enshrined in the military camp, but the white-clothed sword fairy above is not easy to mess with!

Luo Yu only ascended the third order, but he was only suppressed into the next realm, and now he is also in the realm of distraction, while Zhang Muliu has ascended the ninth order and is not pressed by the realm. The two seem to be evenly matched, but the difference between a sword cultivator and an ordinary monk is that if you punch me three times, you may not be able to hurt me, as long as I am willing to cut, I will kill you.

In fact, this black-robed demon cultivator wanted to scold his mother at this moment, no matter how infamous the person in front of him was now, would he Luo Yu not know the inside story? When he first lifted this person to the sky, he didn't make a lot of efforts, and when he later dropped this person from the altar and spread rumors, he didn't have a lot of advice.

The world thinks that this Zhang Cho Chop is just using the name of a master and the titles of Song and Liang to swagger and deceive. But can he Luo Yu not know the inside story?

Whether it's the Aries Palace, or the Danzhou Xing Clan, it's really gone, and the Xing Clan's ancestor is still missing!

Luo Yu lifted his black robe, revealing an extremely ugly smile, and said softly: "Luo Yu has eyes but no beads, Master Zhang forgive me." ”

Zhang Muliu squinted and smiled, and when he raised his sword, it was a blow, and Luo Yu was worthy of having the right eyesight, so he hurriedly dodged sideways, and there was no longer a smile on his face.

The black-robed man's face was heavy, and he said coldly: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? As long as I am in the slightest danger, whether it is your Muqiu Mountain or the woman in Qucheng, I will not be able to get better." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and just stretched out his hand to grab it, and the two figures, one black and one white, disappeared out of thin air, leaving the Kushan Army at a loss.

At this time, the Kushan army is not advancing, and it is not retreating. The black-robed man's methods were enough to make people frightened, but the white-clothed sword immortal was even more terrifying, just a sword qi swept across the sky, and the clouds in the sky were all shattered countless times, if this sword was cut in the army, how many people would die?

A moment later, the white clothes reappeared, carrying Luo Yu like mud in his hand.

Zhang Muliu said loudly: "I will not participate in the national dispute, but if a monk goes into battle, he will ask me about the sword in my hand." ”

As he spoke, he slashed a sword downward, and a ravine dozens of miles long and more than two zhang wide was cut between the two armies.

As soon as he returned to the Wanjun camp in white clothes, Hua Zhiwen bent down with his fists in the distance, waiting for Zhang Muliu to return.

Zhang Muliu flicked his sleeves, tucked Na Luoyu into his cuffs, and then went over to press Hua Zhiwen's shoulder, and smiled helplessly.

"When you have a serious illness, it turns out that you are just in a hurry. He Guishan monk didn't dare to go into battle again, and you kid don't have to worry. ”

The young general straightened up, smiled and welcomed Zhang Muliu into the camp, and smiled bitterly after sitting down, "The immortal master doesn't know, there is this Guishan in the south, and there is Mengguo in the north, there is a war on both fronts, and there are monks participating in the war, and our Wanguo is tired of coping, so we are a little anxious." ”

Zhang Muliu laughed dumbly, and for no reason he heard a mason in his dream, and the old man's addiction to cigarettes was beyond even Liu Gong's reach. With a mouthful of big yellow teeth, the pipe barely leaves his mouth. One year, the old man coughed all day long, and Lang Zhong said that he had smoked too much and had to quit. This old man also wanted to live a few more days, and as soon as he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, he really planned to quit smoking.

As a result, after quitting for three days, he had a mouthful of bubbles, and the old man was so frightened that he ran to Lang Zhong again, saying that he was not a smoker and poison, and he couldn't do it if he didn't smoke? Lang Zhong couldn't cry or laugh, and said angrily, "You are in a hurry to get angry!"

This flower message is similar to that of the old mason.

The young man in white gave the young general a breath of aura, then took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Don't forget the little girl's general armor, otherwise she will definitely ignore you." Hurry up and write a letter back, and when the war subsides, you will go back, just send money back, and slowly the relationship will be rusty. ”

With that wisp of aura, the young general's face obviously improved, and he hugged his fist at Zhang Muliu and said: "Thank you Shangxian for sending the letter, and thank Shangxian for helping us solve this crisis, I will immediately go to the capital to ask for credit for Shangxian." ”

Zhang Muliu waved his hand, and said helplessly: "Don't, I'm already a prince and a marquis again, you give me the whole official again, don't be busy with me?" ”

Hua Zhiwen looked strange and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go to a serious place or a particularly serious place?"

The white-clothed swordsman choked on a sip of wine, turned his head to look at Hua Zhiwen, and said angrily: "You didn't say this, and I didn't hear it!"

After saying that, he got up, and said with a smile before leaving: "I want to put on my armor again, but someone won't let me." I'll wait for you to go back in the future, but don't forget the general armor of Mu Lan, it's not bad to have a heroic female general in the future. ”

You Fang came out of the sheath, and a white rainbow went straight to the direction of Guishan, and the Guishan army that had withdrawn all raised their hearts to their throats, but fortunately, the white-clothed sword fairy did not fall here, but the sword went straight to the hinterland of Guishan.

Is Zhang Muliu really going to Guishuang? Definitely not. It's just scary, he still has to go to the capital of Wanguo to see what the old blind man is planning.

As for Luo Yu, who was put into his sleeve, he was really seriously injured, and at least for a year and a half, he couldn't gather his soul and recover it together.

Swinging in the direction of Guishuang, Zhang Mu turned around and went to the cold place at the junction of Meng, Wan and Guishuang, which is called Laibo. It is said that it is a paradise, with snow-capped mountains and meadows, and the highest mountain in this world is also there, which is 8,000 zhang high.

When he landed, Zhang Muliu was already on the edge of that alpine land, and there was a Buddhist believer wearing a robe and cloth who knelt down in ten steps, threw himself to the ground, and went to the largest temple in Laibo to worship asceticly.

Zhang Muliu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he really couldn't learn such a belief.

If he Zhang Muliu is a scholar, there are four big characters engraved in his bones: "Don't ask for it". If he is a disciple of the Taoist Sect, he is just going to practice with real people and seek a true self. And these believers seem to be asking for something with the immortal Buddha, in exchange for a sincere heart.

What you believe in your heart is faith, and there is no distinction between high and low.

In this purest place in the thoughtless little cave, Zhang Muliu actually had something to ask for.

Stop-and-go, sometimes resisting the wind and sometimes resisting the sword, only to walk a hundred miles, I already feel that the aura is getting thinner, there are no trees along the way, only scattered bushes gathered at the water's edge, and many are still boundless, one after another meadows.

One day, Zhang Muliu met a middle-aged man with a full beard, chapped lips, and a tanned man, who didn't look like this Laibo person. Zhang Muliu stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Where is this big brother going?"

The man also ignored Zhang Muliu, just walked forward by himself, Zhang Muliu was quite interested, so he followed behind him, and for three days in a row, the man finally said a word:

"Is there any wine?"

The white-clothed swordsman smiled and handed out a wine jug, and said softly: "The wine brought from my hometown tastes lighter." ”

The sloppy man took a sip, put away the rest of the drink, and turned into the stuffy gourd again.

Zhang Muliu was not annoyed, he just followed this Jindan monk forward, he stopped Zhang Muliu and rested, and Zhang Muliu followed when he walked. He occasionally wanted to eat and drink, and Zhang Muliu also handed it over with a smile.

After walking like this for more than half a month, the place where it was was getting colder and colder, and the aura could not be sustained, so he could only rely on his own accumulated aura to resist the cold.

The middle-aged man finally spoke again: "Two hundred miles to the northeast, you can see the Holy Maiden Peak, don't think about climbing the mountain, take a look from afar and leave quickly." ”

Zhang Muliu didn't ask in detail, put down a pot of wine, and turned his head to leave without saying a word.

When the young man was gone, the bearded man sighed, picked up the flask and began to drink wildly.

Edgeworth to the Holy Maiden Peak, only two hundred miles away, in an instant. Zhang Muliu hovered in mid-air, looked at the snow-capped mountain that was only a small part under the clouds, and said to himself: "It's really like a saint." ”

This trip is very simple, Zhang Muliu actually wants to figure out one thing, and when he sees this Holy Maiden Peak, he already knows it, and then he will go to the capital of Wanguo.

On a light rainy night, a young man in white walked into the capital of Wanguo with a long sword on his back and a hat on his head, and the leader of the Sima League seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As for the blacksmith and the old pigeon keeper, they were very far away, for fear that the swordsman would cut people indiscriminately.

Sima Zhuo stepped forward and smiled bitterly: "Master Zhang is leisurely, we have been waiting for a long time. ”

Zhang Muliu smiled: "What are you waiting for me to do?"

Sima Zhuo sighed, and pulled Zhang Mu to the top of the imperial city, where all the ordinary martial artists who entered from Qucheng were here.

The future Sect Master smiled and said, "Of course, it's to enter the real treasure land!"

A blind Taoist came to the wind, and Lao Yuan shouted: "Brother Zhang really told me to wait." ”

A middle-aged man with a narrow ruler on his back came in an instant, followed by a young man in white.

The Legalist monk who finally appeared, clasped his fists at Zhang Muliu and said, "Zhang Shan's main hiding is really deep. ”

Zhang Muliu replied indifferently: "Mr. Han really doesn't know that Luo Yu has an affair with someone outside the Huahua?"

The Legalist monk's face changed drastically.

In the end, the two young people in the foundation building realm are still building the foundation, which means that their senior sister and brother have also climbed at least the ninth order.

This made Zhang Muliu impressed, but he had been waiting for a long time, and he hadn't seen the two of them coming, and Zhang Muliu's heart became more and more strange.

Sima Zhuo smiled faintly, and bowed his hand slightly towards the palace below, and there was an old man in the distraction realm who took three women and two men to the sea of clouds, swept around with cold eyes, and sacrificed a delicate pagoda, a ray of light shrouded the place, and everyone disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in a strange place, and it was estimated that it was the real Thoughtless River Wandering Heaven fragment.

The old man who had just sacrificed the Linglong Pagoda looked at everyone coldly, and said in a deep voice: "All opportunities, first come, first served, if there is any dispute, don't blame the old man for being ruthless." ”

After that, he left with three girls and two teenagers, and this person did not have a good face for the people from Qucheng from beginning to end.

Zhang Muliu smiled slightly, and left in an instant.

This place is different from the fragments of the Heavenly Court in the belly of the Kun, there are no flocks of cranes, but more ruined palaces hanging in the air, like hanging islands. The old man was heading towards the relatively complete palace at the top, and Sima Zhuo led a group of people in the martial arts to the bottom, with the largest number of people, so he could only learn the locust to cross the border, and there was no grass. The rest of the people have their own places to go, and where Zhang Muliu goes, he looks at the most shabby thatched house.

The area where the thatched house is located is extremely small, and it is not as big as the martial arts square in Qucheng. There is a rockery more than three zhang high on one side of the thatched house, a clear stream flows out from the rockery, and below is a one-person high waterwheel, which fills a large nursery with water.

Zhang Muliu came here in an instant, watching the spring water flow out of the rockery, and from the hanging island to the sea of clouds below, for no reason a pain in the flesh, hurriedly took off the wine gourd on his waist, and slightly cast a spell to separate the wine in the gourd, leaving more than half of the space, and then cast a spell to let the wine gourd hover on the water wheel, gather the spiritual spring and pour it into the water hyacinth.

This place must be the abode of the immortals, and the place with the most treasures is also the highest palace without guessing. And Sima Zhuo led people to loot from below, and he must have gained a lot. It's not that Zhang Muliu doesn't look down on those magic weapons, but that he has noticed this spiritual spring from afar, which is full of the true meaning of the waterway, and it will be slowly refined in the future, at least it can repair some of the water transportation in the human body and the world.

The young man felt that the wine gourd could not contain much, so he took out the gourd of Fang Onion and suspended it in the same way, and the spiritual spring was divided into two strands and filled the two gourds.

The closest was the blind Taoist, and he sensed the young man filling water from afar, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, why couldn't he see that this guy was a money addict before?

And Zhang Muliu had already turned his attention to the large nursery, which seemed to be overgrown with weeds, but this weed was also a top medicine in the world.

The young man in white rubbed his chin, took out the Nanshan flying sword after thinking for a long time, carefully cut the nursery into small pieces, and picked the sword token and sleeve with the most spiritual energy, until he could no longer fit it, he walked by one by one like a farmer, and when he saw the strange flowers and plants, he was about to uproot them, and slowly stuffed them into the gaps in those treasures, unwilling to miss a little.

The blind Taoist in the distance found a jade Ruyi, turned his head and blinked, and couldn't help but say to himself: "This kid hasn't seen anything good in his eight lives?"

After an hour of hard work, the place where Zhang Muliu was located was almost three feet into the ground, and the two wine gourds had not yet been filled, so the young man walked towards the thatched house.

The abode of the immortals is naturally free of dust. The furnishings in the hut are very simple, and there is a painting hanging on the wall, which shows the back of a woman with a sword, dressed in a dark green robe, as if she had decided to leave.

After only a few breaths, Zhang Muliu felt his eyes sting, so he had to take it away and stuff it into a gap in the sword token.

For the first time, Zhang Muliu felt that the storage was not enough!

The higher the realm, the larger the space, but it is not suitable for long-term storage.

After putting away the painting, Zhang Muliu looked at the table, chair and bench made of agarwood, and still wanted to put it away, but it was too much space.

The young man had an idea, and said in his heart that he had not been a carpenter, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to dismantle it.

The blind Taoist who had been paying attention to the movement here was a little sympathetic to Zhang Muliu, and said in his heart How much did this child suffer when he was a child?

It wasn't until he cleaned up the things in the thatched hut that Zhang Muliu walked out with a smile on his face, and the two gourds had been filled. Zhang Muliu ran to the Whale Devouring Spirit Spring again, and did not give up until he had a full burp. He shook his clothes, looked at the small thatched house again, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and pondered.

The blind Taoist finally couldn't help it, held his forehead with his hand, and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhang, it's almost over, the house has recruited you to provoke you?"

Zhang Muliu showed embarrassment, turned over to the blind Taoist in an instant, looked at the jade Ruyi in the old blind man's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu has gained a lot! This look is a good thing." ”

The Taoist priest sighed and said, "It's not as full as Brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Muliu's face became more and more embarrassed, so he had to bypass the topic and said with a smile: "Don't hide it from Brother Liu, I am seriously injured, and I need to have this water attribute aura and a lot of objects with the true meaning of the water channel to recuperate, if Brother Liu has any gains, he must tell me, let's barter!"

As he was talking, the Legalist monk came here in an instant, smiled and clenched his fists, and said softly: "Han Ben congratulates the two of you, you will gain a lot from this look!"

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and returned the salute with a fist, "I don't know what Mr. Han has to do?"

The middle-aged man with a narrow ruler on his back smiled slightly, pointed to a hanging island in the distance, and smiled: "That place, I think it's much better than the things above." ”

Sima Zhuo also came in an instant, and said with a smile: "Brother Han is so clumsy, I am so miserable to deceive!"

Han Ben sneered, "The leader of the Sima Alliance is not bad, I haven't seen it at all these years. ”

A man dressed in white had already pulled the blind Taoist and flew towards the place that Han Ben pointed to.

You're two old friends, talk about yours. We're two new friends, making our fortunes.

The blind Taoist smiled bitterly: "Brother Zhang, aren't we okay like this? Those are two realms of merger, even if they are suppressed, they are still distracted from cultivation, let's not be put in small shoes when we go out?"

Zhang Muliu replied, "I heard that the monarch of Chen Guo has fun under the pomegranate skirt all day long, and he writes good poems without thinking about governing the country, is this really the case?"

The blind old man sighed endlessly, and said helplessly: "Don't hide it from Brother Zhang, I always feel that the great country of Chen Guo is going to be destroyed in the hands of that yellow slave!"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said softly: "The flowers don't bloom for long, and they fall red and fall all over the ground. ”

In fact, the most criticized thing in the world is the sentence "The face of the enchantress is like a flower with dew, and the jade tree shines in the back court." ”

However, Zhang Muliu felt that most of the people who could think of this jade tree as another jade tree, and then the court wanted to become the other court, were not good goods.

The two of them landed first, and this place looked not much different from other places. Han Ben and Sima Zhuo then arrived, and the alliance leader came straight over and deliberately said something about Zhang Shan.

The blind Taoist looked sluggish, obviously a blind man, but he seemed to see it, and turned his head to Zhang Muliu, "You are the mountain master, where is the mountain master?"

Han Ben helped explain, "The famous Zhang Chop has never heard of it? ”

The old blind man's legs instantly weakened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Zhang, Master Zhang, I don't have anything to do with you, let alone slander you, but I can't settle accounts after the autumn." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled helplessly, convinced the old blind man, and said angrily: "They are all brothers, and you still say this?"

Han Ben on the side had a calm face, ignored the three people over there, and went to the collapsed palace first.

The two young boys and girls in the foundation building realm have been terrified since they came here, and they only dare to pick those hanging islands that no one looks at.

It wasn't until they entered this treasure that the young boy and girl knew that the old pigeon keeper who he looked down on at that time was actually a monk, even the sloppy blacksmith. The most terrifying thing was the young man in white, who turned out to be a sword cultivator.

The young man had a bitter face, and muttered while searching for treasures: "Senior sister, let me tell you, in the future, I will go to the kind of place where there are no monks, and I must be a man with my tail between my legs, good guy, you see, on our trip, the person we met is not a master? I didn't look down on that martial arts alliance master before, but now I look at it, it's terrifying." ”

The girl smiled slightly, and said in her heart that the junior brother finally had a long memory, and he would be able to avoid many hardships in the future.

The two of them haven't gained much, and the five young men at the top have come here.

The two teenagers who followed the old man in seemed to have completely opposite personalities, one as if everyone owed him money, and the other with a hippie smile and a fish.

The smiling young man leaned over to the girl who built the foundation and said with a smile: "This sister, you are so beautiful, come back with me to be my daughter-in-law." ”

The young man Zhuji didn't get annoyed when he saw his senior sister being molested, but walked over to the other three girls and grinned: "The three sisters are all beautiful, why don't they all be my daughter-in-law?"

Zhang Muliu, who had been paying attention to the movement here, smiled dumbly, and said in his heart that this was a fight with Liu Gong's sentence "Your mother sells it or not".

Zhang Muliu didn't find anything eye-catching in this palace, and the reason why he came with him was just to see what Han Ben was planning.

After a long turn, I saw an eight-step bed, although it was not as valuable as the previous table and chairs, but it was also quite exquisite, but alas! There was no place to install it.

The young man simply lay on the bed and took out the wine gourd, but he drank the spiritual spring.

The Yuan Ying in the human body and the world finally began to get busy, moving the wisps of waterway true meaning that continued to seep into the river to repair the water transportation of this heaven and earth.

And Zhang Muliu, at this time, happened to see the young man say: "It's better to be my daughter-in-law." ”

The gloomy young man spoke indifferently and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man from Qucheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but he still raised his head and snorted coldly: "I see that these three sisters should be senior sisters, so I am your eldest brother-in-law, second and third brother-in-law." ”

After speaking, he continued: "If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname, your brother-in-law and my surname are Cao Mingxu." ”

Zhang Muliu couldn't hold back his laughter, and just wanted to make a move, but a young man in a green shirt who was hiding among the martial artists below flashed over, pressed Cao Xu's head with his hand, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, you want to find me three apprentices and daughters-in-law?

The smiling girl's face turned red, and she stomped her feet and said in annoyance: "The master is an old man, what nonsense!"

The old man who opened this treasure land with the Linglong Pagoda appeared out of thin air, squinted at the young man in green shirt and smiled: "Your surname is Song?"

The young man turned his head and clenched his fists in the direction of Zhang Muliu, then flicked his sleeves, looked at the old man holding the Linglong Pagoda, and sneered:

"Your surname is Li?"