Under the moonlight, a group of soldiers watched Zhou Qing's figure gradually disappear into the night, and not far away, a middle-aged general who had one ear cut off got up from the ground.

"Look at the little rabbit cubs, why don't you go and report to General Cao and ask him to go out and catch the spy just now. ”

After the middle-aged general who stood up finished speaking, he let out a cry of pain, and at the same time, he felt that his calf that had just been stepped on by Zhou Qing was a little numb, and said, "Why don't you come and help Lao Tzu back to the camp." ”

After packing up a few ignorant generals, Zhou Qing continued to walk along the night road in the mountains, and not long after, he heard the neighing of horses behind him.

"Huh~ The pickled goods in front of you are gone. ”

When the sound of horses came, a rough man's voice was also heard.

"Pickled goods?" Hearing this insult, Zhou Qing's anger that had just disappeared rose again, and there was no one else on this night road in the wilderness, so he had no doubt that the voice behind him was shouting at him.

Invisible anger surged up, and Zhou Qing silently held Phantom Wushuang in his hand, stopping and looking back.

Immediately, he saw a burly bald man in golden soft armor riding a horse running towards him, and behind the bald man, there were several soldiers on horseback.

The bald man who was chasing Zhou Qing saw him stop, pulled the horse rope in his hand, and stopped the horse four or five feet away from Zhou Qing, and then jumped off the horse.

The horsemen behind him stopped their horses and sat on their horses to watch.

"Little bald head, did you call me with that pickled thing just now?"

Seeing that the bald man jumped off the horse and walked towards him with a wooden stick, Zhou Qing opened his mouth to ask.

"Now that you know, why bother asking? That's right, that's what I'm calling you. ”

The bald man stood the stick in his hand to his side, touched his bald head with his other hand, and let out a laugh.

When the man touched his bald head, Zhou Qing noticed that there was a ring point on the top of his head, which showed that this bald head had been a mage before.

Of course, Zhou Qing didn't care about these things at the moment, the anger in his heart had been ignited by this bald head, and he saw that he condensed the illusion in his hand, and also turned into a wooden stick and waved it at the bald man.

Seeing the magic weapon conjured by spiritual power in Zhou Qing's hand, the bald man's face was stunned, it was obvious that he could see the magic weapon conjured by spiritual power.

Seeing that Zhou Qing's stick had attacked, the bald man lifted the wooden stick in his hand and blocked Zhou Qing's swing.

The two sticks struck each other without making the slightest sound, because the stick in Zhou Qing's hand was formed by spiritual power, not a physical object.

The bald man raised his stick above his head with both hands to block Zhou Qing's blow, and then pushed forward hard, pushing Zhou Qing back several steps with all his brute strength.

From this, Zhou Qing can see that his strength is not as good as this bald man, and at the same time, his Phantom Peerless can also be seen by the other party, from this point, it can also be proved that the other party has indeed been a mage before, and he also has a certain amount of cultivation.

If this were not the case, it would naturally be impossible to see the magic weapon condensed by one's spiritual power.

A stick failed, Zhou Qing's hand holding the stick shook, and the stick body turned into a long whip out of thin air, and then with a wave of Zhou Qing's hand, the whip body was directly pumped towards the bald head.

"Smack~"

The long whip was drawn, and when the bald man saw this, he quickly dodged away, and the long whip finally whipped on a piece of rotten wood, directly breaking the rotten wood into two.

This scene was normal in the eyes of the bald head, because he could see the Phantom Warriors condensed by spiritual power, but those cavalry not far away could not see it.

They saw that Zhou Qing just waved his hand, not only did General Cao dodge away, but a piece of rotten wood not far away was also broken into two.

This invisibly strange scene made the faces of these ordinary cavalrymen show horror, of course, not only these cavalrymen, but even the bald man had a complicated expression on his face at this time.

"Wait!" After stepping aside, the bald man hurriedly spoke.

"Aren't you crazy, what do you mean right now?"

"Ten thousand laws are auspicious!" Seeing that Zhou Qing stopped, the bald man said a word to him, and then said, "What is the relationship between Daoyou and Tianyi Immortals?"

Hearing the bald man's words, Zhou Qing was stunned at first, and then stared at the bald man carefully and looked at him a few more times.

From the words just now, he knew that the Tianyi Immortal that the other party was talking about must be his own ancestor, and now that the other party could see the connection between himself and his own ancestor, he must be aware of the Phantom Wushuang he was holding in his hand.

"Do you know the magic weapon handed down by my ancestor?"

"With the illusion weapon, the magic weapon in the hands of the Taoist friend is called the magic weapon. The bald man responded to Zhou Qing's words, and then turned his head and yelled behind him.

The cavalry behind him heard the roar of the bald head, and they all took the horse rope and turned the horse's head and left here, and soon, only Zhou Qing and the bald man were left on the dark and quiet mountain road.

"Fellow Daoist, Lin Liang was offended a lot just now, don't be surprised. After the bald man took the cavalry, he walked up to Zhou Qing and made a salute.

"Your name is Lin Liang?" Hearing the bald man's self-introduction, Zhou Qing asked rhetorically.

"Yes, Taoist friends, Xiaofa's surname is Cao, his name is Lin Liang, he has been following the law since he was a child, but a few years ago, my master Xianyou, the temple I was in was hidden in the flames of war, by chance, I joined the rebel army, and became a general. ”

Speaking of this, Cao Linliang paused, looked at Zhou Qingdao, and said, "Don't know your surname yet?"

"My name is Zhou Qing!"

After introducing himself, Zhou Qing put away the illusion in his hand, and then asked the doubts in his heart.

Because he didn't understand how this Master Mang surnamed Cao knew his master Tianyizi and the illusion in his hands.

"Fellow Daoist, please sit on the stone, and I will talk to you slowly. ”

After Cao Linliang invited Zhou Qing to sit down on a stone on the side of the road, he began to slowly tell Zhou Qing about the doubts in his heart.

This Master Cao, surnamed Mang, was an abandoned baby who was picked up from the street by his master, and since he was a child, he has been meditating with his master in a small temple called the 'Puhua Court'.

In their Puhua lineage, there is a 'Puhua Inheritance Sutra' that has been handed down for hundreds of years, and the content recorded in it is a floating record recorded by their ancestors in the Puhua lineage.

If you talk about the general content of this Puhua Inheritance Sutra, it is actually quite similar to the wandering miscellaneous notes in Zhou Qing's hand.

There is a very wonderful record in the Puhua Sutra, which was written more than 400 years ago, and the person who wrote it was the sixth generation of the Puhua School, and Cao Linliang was the thirteenth generation of the Buddha.

Just hearing this, Zhou Qing gave birth to a great mystery in his heart.

Because from what Cao Linliang said just now, he knew that his master might be at least a senior cultivator who had lived for hundreds of years, of course, provided that what Cao Linliang said was true.