"That's it. Another strong man with a pair of triangular eyes nodded and agreed: "King Wu recruits wise men from all over the world, who doesn't want to fight for his head and squeeze into King Wu's mansion?"

Dou Chang safely ignored the gossip of the strong man, put down the porcelain bowl, pulled out a grass root and put it in his mouth, and squinted against the trunk to rest.

"But you can't enter the top ten of the martial arts evaluation list, can King Wu be eye-catching?" The strong man with triangular eyes said again: "Do you think our brother has a chance to enter King Wu's mansion?"

A long-haired strong man holding a bowl in one hand and a knife in the other retorted: "You count your own fingers, how many people are on the martial arts evaluation list? Immortals love to be at ease, not to mention mortals, except for Lian Wansheng, who is willing to bow down to King Wu? If these ten people are all saddled for King Wu, will this Jianghu still have to be won?"

"The top ten on the martial arts list are immortals. The strong man who was the first to open the conversation said: "My brother doesn't know what year and month he will be able to get the number." ”

"I guess it's no show. The long-haired strong man laughed and said: "The top ten who can be ranked in the martial arts evaluation list are not immortals, they are almost immortals, can you enter the Chang'an Imperial City three times and retreat unscathed? Can you take the head of the commander among the 100,000 barbarians?"

The strong man with a pair of triangular eyes said: "But it's strange to say, this time the new martial arts evaluation list is released, and the sword god Dou Chang'an Dou Xian'er, who has been silent for a long time, actually jumped to the tenth position in one fell swoop, squeezing Gongsun Long, who has been entrenched in the tenth position for more than ten years, out of the top ten on the martial arts evaluation list. ”

After hearing this, Bai Yun immediately choked on a mouthful of sour plum soup and coughed again and again.

Dou Chang arranged to be in the top ten of the martial arts evaluation list?

The long-haired strong man glanced at the young man who was coughing with great disdain, and asked in an exaggerated tone, "Just because of a Nucang Gorge?"

The sword in Nucang Gorge, Bai Yun is self-evident, but just because of this sword, it jumped into the top ten of the martial arts list, it is too absurd, if Dou Chang'an Izumo Mengze is put together, wouldn't this former sword god Buddha have to squeeze into the top five?

Bai Yun looked at the middle-aged man who was resting against the trunk of the tree, and smirked for no reason.

The iced sour plum soup in the porcelain bowl bottomed out, and the strong man with the knife got up and left.

"Senior, they said that you are in the top ten of the martial arts evaluation list. Bai Yun knew that the middle-aged man was closing his eyes and recuperating, so he spoke.

Dou Chang'an sighed lightly, and there was no follow-up.

At this time, the white-haired old man packed up the porcelain bowls of the two of them, and said respectfully: "Guest officer, thank you very much, my old guy who is almost buried in the soil has no children and no daughters, so he relies on this small profit to make a living, if I don't sell them sour plum soup, those outsiders will have to demolish my belongings." ”

Dou Changan opened his eyes at this time, waved his hand and said, "Little things, I can't finish drinking anyway." ”

Lao Han looked like he was 'angry with him', probably feeling ashamed, and asked: "Do you want another bowl?" to quench your thirst. ”

Dou Changan waved his hand again and said: "No need, your sour plum soup is enough, and a bowl will quench your thirst." ”

The old man just turned around with the porcelain bowl in his hand, only to hear Dou Changan say: "Old man, you can help me serve another bowl, there will be someone to come later." ”

"Okay. The old man smiled again, and hurriedly brought a bowl of sour plum soup.

After Dou Changan took the sour plum soup, the old man went to clean up the porcelain bowl of the strong man with the knife in Shicai.

"Who's coming?" Bai Yun said curiously.

"The immortal that the pedestrian just said. Dou Changan said lightly.

"Immortals?" Bai Yun looked around, and there were only passers-by coming and going on the official road.

On the official road, a plain-looking and broad-clothed Confucian scholar walked slowly through the pedestrians and passengers, and the tufted goatee on his chin was his only eye-catcher.

The Confucian scholar looked ahead, and his gestures were extremely elegant.

Passing through the official road, Confucian stopped in front of the old man selling sour plum soup, looked down at the sour plum soup slowly rising in the cold mist, and continued to take steps.

The white clouds were silent, and the inexplicable aura emanating from Confucian Sheng made him feel like he was facing a great enemy, and he held the god tightly at the moment.

The middle-aged man who always holds the porcelain bowl is the opposite, with a leisurely and leisurely expression.

Confucian Sheng came to Dou Chang'an, lifted his robe and sat down cross-legged.

Bai Yun realized that this was exactly the person Dou Changan was waiting for.

Dou Changan handed out the porcelain bowl, and Confucian Sheng did not rush to take it, first made a gift and then took the porcelain bowl full of sour plum soup.

Bai Yun was puzzled, who was this mediocre-looking Confucian student?

"I heard that Dou Xian'er reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the sword opened the anger Cangxia and squeezed into the tenth position on the martial arts list, and the younger generations admired it so much that they took the liberty to visit, and asked the seniors to forgive me. The Confucian student's tone was gentle to the ear.

Dou Changan and Confucian looked at each other, but did not say a word.

Confucius took a sip of sour plum soup and said, "I intend to gather qi, but you can talk about it for dozens of miles.

Confucius's gaze sank instantly: "Why not tenth?"

"The qi around you is like a monstrous ocean, even if you deliberately hide it, you can't do it without leaking traces, unless you are a desolate immortal, but unfortunately you are not. The corners of Dou Changan's mouth raised, and he said: "Looking at the entire Yangzhou realm, there are people with the strength of the Tiangang realm, I think there should be no one else?"

Bai Yun was taken aback, the gentle and frugal Confucian in front of him was actually a big Buddha in the Tiangang realm?

Next, Dou Changan's words made the white clouds thunder.

"Lian Wansheng, the person you are looking for is not here. Dou Changan said straight to the point.

Lian Wansheng, a name that made the whole rivers and lakes tremble, about his deeds of becoming a saint overnight spread all over the country, who doesn't know who doesn't know?

"Senior Dou, you really don't care about your nephew?" said a gentle Confucian named Lian Wansheng.

"Table. Dou Changan said: "Eight poles can't be touched, when you come to such a big hat and buckle my head, is it really as simple as coming to visit me?"

Lian Wansheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't misunderstand, seniors, I just asked casually, you must not take it to heart." ”

Dou Changan put his hands in his sleeves and said: "I went out of the mountains and went down to the south of the Yangtze River this time, not to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes. ”

"What's that for?" asked Lian Wansheng.

Dou Changan sneered: "I promised to send this kid to Jiangnan, I can't control the rest and won't care, besides, this river and lake has long changed its appearance, how you toss is your business, and I have an egg relationship, but don't get involved with me." ”

"To send him down to Jiangnan?" Lian Wansheng frowned, his gaze moving to Bai Yun.

"Believe it or not. Dou Changan simply closed his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Confucian Lian Wansheng was deeply stunned, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, the junior will not bother the senior, and say goodbye." ”

With that, the man in broad clothes and gentle manners turned around and left along the official road like an ordinary Confucian student.

Baiyun, who woke up like a dream, only dared to take a breath after Confucius left.

Bai Yun turned his head and was about to speak, but found a bead of sweat the size of a soybean sliding down Dou Changan's forehead silently, and he seemed to hear the middle-aged man breathe a faint sigh of relief.

"Senior, is that Confucian Sheng, Lian Wansheng?" asked Bai Yun after calming down a little.

Dou Chang'an was expressionless, slapped the mud and sand off his buttocks, stood up, and said, "Yes, it is the scholar who is admired by the world and turned into a saint overnight." ”

Although he had already heard it in the conversation between the two, at this moment the white clouds were still motionless like clay sculptures and wood carvings.

After a while, Bai Yun also stood up and asked curiously, "What did Lian Wansheng come to you for, sword competition?"

Dou Changan rubbed his palms and replied indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"But it looks like he doesn't know the news that the ice soul is on you. Dou Changan said again.

In an instant, Bai Yun's heart rose to his throat.

Dou Chang'an pinched his tone and said eloquently: "Lian Wansheng avenged the revenge of the family, and retreated unscathed in Chang'an, but he never approached the emperor within a hundred steps, if you know that the ice soul is hidden in you, in order to take revenge, he will definitely come to take the ice soul in person, and use the power of the ice soul to break through the realm of the desolate immortals, so that your trip to Jiangnan, which is already muddy, will be even more confusing." ”

Dou Chang'an's words were like a series of hailstones falling down, frightening the white clouds silently.

Dou Changan suddenly paused, and his tone suddenly deepened: "If I fight for my life, I may be able to stop him." ”

Bai Yun turned his head slightly to look at Dou Changan, this sword god who once stood on the top of the rivers and lakes, why did he sacrifice his life to protect a nobody to go down to Jiangnan? This thought, which had been pondered countless times, rushed to his throat, but when it reached his mouth, he swallowed it alive.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Dou Changan spit out the grass roots that had been chewed to tastelessness, looked away intentionally or unintentionally, coughed dryly, and said calmly: "I was indeed a sword god, but in the past twenty years, Yun Mengze's state of mind has been traumatized, and his realm has also plummeted, and he is no longer a desolate immortal." ”

The haze on Bai Yun's face disappeared, and he smiled warmly: "Whatever, like you said before, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth." ”

Dou Changan pursed his lips and continued on the road.

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The water of the Yangtze River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns.

Walk along the official road towards Yangzhou City, which extends to the bank of the Yangtze River.

Evening is approaching, and there are still thirty miles of waterway from Yangzhou City at this time.

This section of the Yangtze River scenery, and the barren scene on both sides of the Yangtze River along the way is very different, the closer to Yangzhou City, the more beautiful the two sides of the Yangtze River, the smoke of the fishing night people, the two banks are paved with green bricks and added carved railings and jade masonry.

Looking at the sunset on the river, Bai Yun was in a trance, thinking of the young Taoist priest who could only read and talk about Taoism. At the top of the Lanyue Pavilion, Mo Tianxiang said that Jiangnan is a good place, the water of the Yangtze River is rolling like rushing from the sky, the flowers there are blooming everywhere, the fishing boats and merchant ships float over the river, and the sun sets in the evening, sparkling like a fairyland on earth. At this moment, the scenery of Yangzhou is indeed the case, but it is late autumn, and the flowers everywhere have long withered and turned into mud.

Dou Changan's eyes swept across the river, and a small boat returning from fishing slowly approached the shore.

Dou Changan shouted: "Is there a catch?"

The dark-skinned fisherman on the boat agreed, "Yes." ”