Tang Zui and Ma Jingyuan looked at each other and smiled. This chief dart leader, Ma Jingyuan, has five big and three thick sword eyebrows and angry eyes, and a long scar on his neck, which is estimated to be a master and ruthless person in the secular martial arts world.

Ma Jingyuan saw that Tang was only a teenager, and he didn't bring any blades, thinking that he was probably a ranger who could order three-legged cat kung fu, or a son who went out to practice in some martial arts families, and just wanted to follow the horse team to some cities.

Tang Zui could naturally see what Ma Jingyuan was thinking, but he didn't say anything. If Ma Jingyuan knew that he was a cultivator, he would probably drop his jaw in shock. The three of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, waiting for the wagons to be decorated, the ropes on the wagons, and the horses ready to set off after they had been fed enough food.

When Tang Zui entered the armory store, he found that many things that were originally on the counter had been taken away. I think it should be that Tie Hongzhong will not come to Sanxi Town again in the future after returning to his Xiuzhen sect, the Battle Hall, this time. Tie Hongzhong really thought so, his heart was like an arrow, and he only hoped that he could return to the sect as soon as possible to see his senior sister Qing Chu, who had been thinking about it for a long time.

Tie Hongzhong opened the gate of the backyard and went out to another street. He looked up at the sky, a group of southbound birds swept by, leaving a burst of remnants, and his own heart was like an arrow, and he also wanted to return to the sect battle hall as soon as possible like a bird, and return to his senior sister Qingchu.

After a while, he collected his thoughts, turned back to the crowd and shouted, "Brothers, good wine!"

A big man next to him took out two jars of old wine from the courtyard, took out more than a dozen open green bowls, and put them on the long table in the courtyard one by one, opened the sealed lotus leaves at the wine jar, and suddenly the courtyard was full of the fragrance of wine.

This wine is strong! It is as hot as fire! It can make the blood of good men burn! It can make the lonely years noisy!

But seeing that Tie Hongzhong poured all the wine in the altar into the wine bowl, and then everyone picked up a bowl of spirits, raised it above their heads, and touched it on their foreheads three times, everyone shouted: "Dry!"

They all drank it all, and then broke all the bowls. The end is full of pride, and the end is the righteousness of men!

Then the carriage was set up in the back row, and the street walked out of the courtyard from the back door in turn. Tie Hongzhong was the last to walk out, gently closed the door, and stood at the door for a while, as if thinking about something, or maybe nostalgia for this place. He pressed his index finger on the wooden door, and slowly wrote the word "iron", which penetrated the wooden door, and the iron word was deeply embedded in the wooden door.

Everyone walked all the way, driving a carriage, through the crowd of people walking in Sanxi Town, and gradually walked out of Sanxi Town in about an hour. People came in from outside the town, and only this caravan of horses and carts left the town.

Everyone looked into the distance, not knowing what the road ahead was, but they asked for peace, but they wanted to go well. And who could have predicted that this delivery would be so tragic? The world is impermanent, and perhaps it is predestined in the dark.

Time also, life also.

The exit of the town to the east of Sanxi Town is also a point where the water of the three streams converge, and a wide ancient bridge is built on it. The stone slabs on the bridge deck have been worn by pedestrians, polished as smooth as paint. In the middle of the bridge deck, there are two deep rut marks, which are also the marks of time left by the passing carriages and horses.

Ma Jingyuan himself doesn't know how many times he has walked across this old bridge. This rut mark is the mark of my hometown in my heart.

Tang Zui looked at the goods on the carriage and thought that this herb should not be heavy. This long-term transportation must have been a simple processing of the herbs, similar to steamed greens and sun-dried, reducing a lot of moisture, and the horses pulling the cart full of goods did not seem to be difficult.

And according to what Tie Hongzhong said to himself, these herbs could not be put into the Sumeru artifacts of the cultivators, but he couldn't understand it.

How did Tang Zui know that the medicinal herb escorted by Tie Hongzhong, the famous Linglan Herb, seems ordinary, but it has its own uniqueness. This Linglan Grass must not touch any utensils and things with spiritual power, otherwise it will turn into ashes.

Only the Battle Hall has a refining method that has been handed down from ancient times, and when it can be refined, adding Linglan Grass can have wonderful changes. As for the fact that Linglan Grass can't touch artifacts and things with spiritual power, this problem is naturally resolved in the Battle Hall, which is an undeclared secret.

And because Sanxi Town doesn't have any spiritual veins, it can breed such a medicinal herb. It is precisely because of this characteristic that Linglan grass cannot be transplanted to grow elsewhere, so it becomes more and more precious.

Throughout Kyushu, Linglan grass can only be grown wild in Sanxi Town, and cannot be cultivated in other places. And except for the records and refining methods of Linglan Grass in the Battle Hall, the other sects have never heard of this thing, otherwise where would it be the turn to get a disciple of Tie Hongzhong in the Spirit Period to come for a few years, just to wait for the Linglan Grass to mature and escort it back to the sect.

As for the method of refining Linglan Grass in the Battle Hall, it was handed down by the head of the Zhengzhan Hall when it was established. I heard that the head of the Zhengzhan Tang Sect was originally a disciple who came out of the Yaoqiu Sect, a giant sect of cultivation in the territory of Chenzhou, but because of the sect fight, he was forced to open a mountain and establish a sect, and single-handedly established the Zhengzhan Hall.

And Linglan Herb is just an ordinary herb, because it can't touch the characteristics and medicinal properties of any spiritual power artifact, and it is only added as an adjunct in the Battle Hall. It must also be processed with special means before it can be added.

As Tang Zui thought, Tie Hongzhong steamed and dried it, but it was actually wrong. Tie Hongzhong felt that he casually dealt with the herbs that the master valued.

The Linglan herb is as light as cotton wool, and only a gorge in Sanxi Town will grow this thing. The Zhengzhan Hall has always sent people to collect Linglan grass, and the villagers who went up the mountain to collect medicine nearby also harvested it once every three or four years to send it to the disciples arranged by the Zhengzhan Hall in Sanxi Town, so every time the disciples of the Zhengzhan Hall went back and forth, they took a long detour and deliberately bypassed the White Ape Demon Forest.

And the road back to the sect a few years ago was not allowed to go back because of the rampant demon beast riot, otherwise, Tie Hongzhong would not have to risk his death and return to the sect from the White Ape Demon Forest. Although it is also a blessing and a curse, it is better than taking the old road and being chased by rampant monsters.

The existence of all things in the world has its inevitable rationality. And the Tao of all things, who can spy on the heavens.

Everyone crossed the ancient bridge, and the road ahead was overgrown with vast weeds. There was a small boat under the bridge, and the boatman was an old man in his seventies. The boatman, with his shabby hat, cleared his throat at the moment and shouted the ship's song, which seemed to be a farewell to everyone and a sigh for life.

Everyone walked together, all the way forward. Behind him, I only vaguely heard the song of the old boatman under the bridge:

I am not a prince and a rich man, and I am happy in the world.

I have never been afraid of ups and downs, who has ever been there.

The bamboo pole leads to the sky and the boat is fixed in the sea, and the dragon and Jiao are buried in the water under the feet.

Wandering to create a settling technique, and crossed the ancient town bridge again.

A song comes a trumpet, looking at the rivers and lakes and listening to the tide at night.

Let's go......