"Whew~~~~"

Holding his knees, Mao Zhenhuang collapsed on the ground and gasped.

Exhaust him!

Even a monk of the Sevenfold Destiny Pass, he felt so tired.

I have never disliked my fat, and this is the first time in 28 years of life.

The body under the green shirt was already covered with sweat, and he looked at the snow under his feet when he was tired, and his big ass sank and lay directly on it.

The fiery body is hot and dry due to vigorous exercise, and it is urgent to put yourself on the ice and snow to cool down.

"Huh?"

As soon as he lay down for a while, there was not the slightest bit of the cold soul he expected, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was surprised, stood up with a light suspicion.

"Damn, the snow that doesn't melt?"

Mao Zhenhuang grabbed a handful of snow and held it in his hand for a long time, but not even a drop of water flowed out.

How much to grab, how much to put down.

"Fat man, I guess I have only been climbing for two hours, and I didn't even see the shadow of the treasure, so I started to play weird?"

There was another question that no one answered, and after Mao Zhenhuang fixed his mind and glanced around, he suddenly became a little stunned.

This mountain is sandwiched between the Zhao State, the Liang State, the Jin State and the barbarian land, the strategic throat, the military stronghold.

Liang was forced by Zhao so militarily, if there was no war, this place was the only exit from the Great Liang State to enter and exit the Jin State, behind him was the Liang State Army camp, the left front side of the mountain was logically the garrison of the Zhao State Army, and the north side was a barbarian land.

And standing halfway up the mountain at this time, where can he still see the continuous military tents of the Liang State at the foot of the mountain, not to mention the Liang State, even the garrison of the Zhao State is not visible, except for the vast white snow and tall trees, there is nothing else at a glance.

"I can't go down the mountain!"

After hesitating for a moment, he yelled at the surrounding mountains, and Mao Zhenhuang's pair of small short legs immediately changed direction and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

What he couldn't explain was weird in his slitted eyes.

has been fighting in the northwest of this Liang country for more than ten years, and the first criterion for his survival is - not curious!

This kind of human life never lasts.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who lives in the pile of sluts, at least has a reason with that Wang Daoning.

It's better to die than to live!

The treasure of the fart, in the good baby, also needs life to enjoy.

Zhongzhou is bigger, not to mention that the destiny is as many as a dog, and it is almost the same to build the foundation and walk all over the ground, and he, a small monk of life, can count which green onion.

I didn't hesitate, the speed of the calf upside down the mountain was faster than when I went up.

"Whew~~~"

Pinching the speed of his heartbeat, Mao Zhenhuang felt that it was about the time to run down for a stick of incense.

Tired!

Leaning on a big tree, I was slow for a long time, as tired as I had just gone up the mountain.

It's not the kind of leg soreness, it's that every time I take a step down the mountain, my whole body is tired.

Tired and rolling his eyes, he sat on the snow again, and a panic swayed in his heart.

As a monk, he is not good at mountain climbing.

Even if he weighed nearly two hundred catties of Mao Zhenhuang, when he was young, he could run two times a day without panting at the mountain gate where the Guanlou Sect was located.

What kind of cultivation was it at that time?

Hold on to one or two lives!

At this time, the people of the Sevenfold Destiny Pass don't want to climb the mountain, and even the next mountain feels hard.

"Damn! I guess it's the ghost path of your six palaces. ”

Closing his eyes and scolding, Mao Zhenhuang suddenly got up and felt as if he understood something, and took out the Guandu Treasure Knife from his back, and slashed at the big tree he was leaning on just now.

The pitch-black sword aura flashed, and in a sudden glance, the word "one" had already appeared.

Along the downward mountain, Mao Zhenhuang didn't look at the road at all, and repeated it according to the hanging tree, and after a while, the number of chopping had reached "two hundred and one"!

"A living person can still suffocate urine, how can I mix this urgency without me. ”

Looking at his masterpiece on another big tree, Mao Zhenhuang felt a smug narcissism.

It's stupid, but it's practical!

At least he walked down the way along the growth of the trees, and he didn't feel the fatigue of this fat body, but his legs and feet were a little sore.

What does this mean?

He's going down the mountain!

Never putting oneself in danger is the first criterion for the survival of the monks of the five sects in the northwest of the Great Liang Kingdom.

Three hundred and forty-one

Three hundred and forty-two

Three hundred and forty-three

...

Eight hundred and sixty-seven

......

Energetic!

The pitch-black short horizontal knife flew lightly in those fat hands, and every time a tree was successful, squinting at that eye was a burst of spittle, and the work was even more intense.

Until he was about to engrave "one thousand two hundred and sixty"!

Mao Zhenhuang held the war knife and looked at the big tree in front of him for a while, as if he felt dazzled, rubbed it with the pair of pig's trotters and looked at the tree in front of him.

"One!"

The sword is vigorous!

A horizontal stroke descended like a straight dragon across the trunk of the tree.

With a knife to control the pen, although it is a simple "one" word, but it can also be seen that Mao Zhenhuang, who is not good-looking, still has a two-point penmanship.

Mao Zhen looked at the words on the tree with a fierce look in his yellow eyes, stared at half a pillar of incense for a long time, and then suddenly turned around and ran towards another big tree under the mountain, and looked at it again with a pair of squinted eyes.

Not surprisingly, the two horizontal marks of the dragon and snake were swept away, and a big "two" leaped into view.

"Play with me?"

With a loud shout, the battle in his hand suddenly glowed black, and he slashed at the sky tree in front of him, and the sword qi burst out into the sky, penetrating the two towering trees one after another, and the dark sword shadow dissipated in the wind and snow in the sky.

Bang!

Bang!

Mixed with the giant trees falling to the ground, there is also the snow falling all over the sky, and Mao Zhenhuang, who stood in place stupidly, looked like a snowman.

The war knife involuntarily slipped from his hand, and Mao Zhenhuang even sat on the ground, looking at the snowy scenery of the mountains and snow, his expression was already a little dumbfounded.

Didn't climb up the mountain, let alone go down the mountain, but circled sideways!

It's a bit of a hurtful feeling.

Playing people don't play like this, even if he carves the words to more than 100 trees, he finds that Mao Zhenhuang is still recognized.

As a result, 1,260 trees were carved!

Looking at the monotonous mountains and snow around him in despair, Mao Zhenhuang, who was full of energy, suddenly found that it was good to sit here and look at the sky.

At least not tired!

However, if there were not "two light bulbs" flashing in the fog and snow, the situation would be harmonious.

"Zhai Lao Liu!" Zhai ......"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was stunned, seemed to suddenly realize, and suddenly got up and shouted at the "two light bulbs" under him, but he felt as if something was wrong, so he immediately stopped talking.

Such a bald head is the only one in the military camp in the northwest of Liang State, Zhai Lao Liu, and he has never seen the second semicolon of Mao Fat.

As soon as he called out, he felt regretful, this big and small bald head obviously did not have Zhai Lao Liu in it.

After getting along with him for so many years, Mao Zhenhuang couldn't understand the brightness of Zhai Laoliu's head, and the two that were fast in front of him were obviously three points brighter than the old man.

"This Lord Tanna, is it the two of us?"

The young bald head looked at the "ball" in front of him and was a little surprised, he didn't expect that on this snowy mountain, in addition to his master and ancestors, he could actually see others.

"Lord Tanna, me?"

Mao Zhenhuang was a little stunned when he heard the other party's strange name, and couldn't help but nod his finger and was still a little unsure.

"This Tanna Lord, is there anyone else here besides the three of us?"

The young bald head with a smile on his face disappeared when he saw this "ball", and his brows were even more frowned.

"In Xia Sanxiu Wang Daoning, I have seen two ancestors. ”

What kind of character is Mao Zhenhuang, where can he not see the disgust of the young bald head when he speaks, but he doesn't know how his cute and amiable big fat face caused the disgust of one of them as soon as the two sides meet, but the due etiquette still can't be abolished.

Without him, I can't see the depth of these two.

"Loose cultivation?"

The young bald head seemed to be a little more surprised after listening to Mao Zhenhuang.

"Yes!"

"Disciple Sun remembers that there is a sect in the south of Liang Kingdom, named Guanlou, which belongs to Huayang Tianzong, and the name of the cultivation method is "Cangyuan Shangqi", it seems that the spiritual power operation route is the same as that in his body, and it belongs to the Huanghuang Fa, Master!

The clear eyes of the young bald head swept Mao Zhenhuang up and down, and then turned his head to the old bald head with a puzzle.

"Discerning!"

Listening to the bald words in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang was instantly shocked and a little dumbfounded.

The other party is only fifteen or sixteen years of pure age, although the eyes that look at him are a little clearer, but where did he think that the other party is a pair of discerning eyes.

These eyes are not easy to find!

In addition to the natural disasters of the innate and the Crossing Immortal Dao, it is the method of cultivating the upper sect and the acquired law.

There are very few innate people and Immortal Dao natural calamities, and there are few people who can cultivate the acquired law.

It is said that the Emperor of the Sixth Palace Beiyin cultivated this road to the extreme, and said that the sun in his left eye shines on the sky, and the right eye turns the earth's axis, looking up at the heavens and bowing down to the earth, which is very good.

But see through it and don't say it thoroughly!

The young bald head in front of him was a little innocent, which made Mao Zhenhuang very embarrassed to stand in front of the two.

Although the name of "Cangyuan Shangji" is not very loud, it is also an authentic method, where will it be easy to let loose cultivation go, if it is really lost like that, it is estimated that all the Guanlou Sect will blow up the corpse.

There is no such thing as the same Dharma!

Don't use the little bald head to understand, the old bald head also knows.

"Chen Ming Yiyi Rui Yun rises, and there is no dirt and dirt.

Yun Su Dao is like a supernatural image, and the fairy stars and wonderful rain watch the building float.

Wang Daoning of the Guanlou Sect has seen the two seniors again! The world is sinister and human nature is not true, and I ask the old-timers to forgive me. ”

No way!

Mao Zhenhuang endured his nausea, and made a note to the old bald head and reported the number of the mountain gate.

"You fat man, didn't you say it was a loose cultivation just now?"

The young bald head looked at Mao Zhenhuang's grinning appearance, and felt that he was a little unconscious, and the speed of this face change really made him dizzy.

"Xuan Xian is okay, it's okay! It doesn't matter what identity is, seeing each other in this wind and snow is fate, and it's also a friend!"

"Yes, yes, yes, what the predecessors said is very true. ”

Looking at the old bald head and putting it down the steps, Mao Zhenhuang didn't have a reason, and when he answered, the squinted eyes involuntarily glanced at the little bald head named Xuan Xian.

Too young!