Mao Zhenhuang knows this gang of miscellaneous things very well, and the first thing this group of people did when they heard that they could return to the sect was to cheer, but to desperately try to find a way to get money!

It doesn't matter if it's silver or gold.

As long as they are valuable things, they can all be taken to the sect to exchange for Xuanjing, and then use these blood-stained Xuanjing to exchange for their chance to stay in the sect, even if it is a gatekeeper, they are willing.

If you stay in the sect, you will have a chance to build a foundation!

And such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has never been encountered once in 800 years, how can these miscellaneous items not be cherished.

No one wants to be sent out by the sect to garrison again, and they don't want to change to the "Northwest Land of Liang Kingdom" to continue to rot, so they can only go crazy with red eyes!

"Those big families in Dunyang City have suffered, who can resist this group of killings, you can tell me?"

Wang Daoning felt cold all over his body when he mentioned this, and he could see all the naked ugliness of human nature.

"I can't blame this group of miscellaneous people! I can only say that this new resident monk is still too young, and he doesn't even have the strength of Yonghezi Sancheng.

If the order is changed to those who do not return to the camp within two hours, there will be no mercy!

Look at who dares to make this. ”

"Woo~~ Poor my father went bankrupt for me, why can't he wait another month. ”

"What kind of evil wind is smoking!

Mao Zhenhuang was frightened by the snorting of this goods, and the wine jug was almost shattered, looking back at the crying and chirping of this goods, looking back at him is a big scolding.

"The more you talk about this, the more I think that my father is not worth giving up, and I feel very uncomfortable!" Wang Daoning had red eyes, and his face was full of grievances.

"Get out, you're worried that the days when you go back to mingle are gone, there are no Xuanjing flowers, no delicate maids, and no uncomfortable maids calling and drinking, but it's not that your father is uncomfortable. ”

Where does Mao Zhenhuang not understand this goods, a pure "second generation of repair", this is the fault caused by the big imbalance in the heart, it is estimated that there is no thing on Dangmang Mountain, and this goods will not be like this bear at this time, maybe the day he stepped out of the barracks, he will show off his might, where can he not forget his father's tears when he ate bran in the sect at this time.

Wang Daoning glared at Mao Zhenhuang and said, "Can you not expose me?"

"The fat master told you, this group of people is still going crazy in Dunyang City, if they come back from Dunyang City and kill each other with red eyes, whether you and I can go back to the sect is two words. ”

Mao Zhenhuang is lazy to take care of this slut, but at this time it is indeed a good opportunity to run away, and when the real person in charge of the station gives the order to disband, this group of people who only know Xuanjing's killing will not do a robbery job, and they are sorry that they have been messing around in this rotten land in the northwest for so many years.

"Let's go, let's go now, the two of us can, and we can't bear a bunch of red-eyed crumbs. Mao Zhenhuang's words can be regarded as reminding him of Wang Daoning, and the consequences of coming together with them are unimaginable.

"You go and sign the sect's summons to the resident monk, and I'll clean up this kennel for you. ”

Mao Zhenhuang swept over the more than ten wine jars in the corner, and then said to Wang Daoning "kindly".

He firmly believed that this product had at least two jars of Pure Pulp Sect Ling Qi Fei Heavenly Palace's Dry Soul Wine and Zhengxiao Sect's Treasure Brew Yingliangqu.

"Don't worry about my wine! What good wine is mixed with your broken ginger gourd has become water, and all the water is yours, there are as many as thirteen jars, and there is no original pulp!"

Wang Daoning looked at the eyes of this goods, and knew what he was looking for, glared at him, walked to the corner, picked up two small altars, and put them into his Sumeru space ring, and went out with a cold snort.

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the remaining thirteen jars of wine and was disappointed, but he still put it into his gourd.

It takes at least two months to go back this way, and some drinks are better than nothing.

......

The guest house Liangzhou has been ten frosts, and the heart remembers the hometown day and night!

It was a two-month journey from the northwest to the south of Daliang, and after killing four inferior horses in succession, Wang Daoning shortened this journey to one month, and Mao Zhenhuang estimated that he could use this poem to describe his homecoming.

"Fat man, look at the boundary of Guangling County! The horse that runs south for a day is Pengcheng, and after Pengcheng, fifty miles to the southeast is Ruling County, and twenty miles south of Ruling County is Yunsu Mountain, where our sect is located. ”

Wang Daoning stepped around a boundary monument and pointed at Mao Zhenhuang with a horsewhip, his face was full of excitement, and after a month's trip, he finally saw the familiar place that he thought about day and night.

And Mao Zhenhuang was lying on the horseback and pouting his buttocks, and after just glancing at the boundary monument, he was not interested at all, and he was also in the opposite mood of Wang Daoning.

Wang Daoning became more and more excited, while Mao Zhenhuang became more and more depressed, and in the end, he even resisted returning to the sect.

"How many days are left?" Mao Zhenhuang raised his eyes weakly at Wang Daoning.

"Three days is enough!"

"Then go slowly, my ass is about to be turned upside down all the way, and I don't have the excitement of you. ”

"Tired, or I'll take you to Pengcheng for a walk, there is a cousin of mine here who married here, how to say that it is also the capital of Guangling County, I came more often, I remember how many green buildings there are in this city, I can find the best for you with my eyes closed." ”

"Believe me, the first thing you did when you returned to the sect was to let your father catch a blind date!"

After Mao Zhenhuang visited Shaotiansi, a shadow that would linger in his mind in his life, and the kind of fireworks land that Wang Daoning said couldn't mention his interest at all.

"Crow's mouth, how is it possible! My father has always listened to me, and he never forced me to do what I didn't want to do. ”

"Cut!"

Mao Zhenhuang disdainfully looked at this goods, if he was his son, the first thing he would definitely do when he saw this prodigal goods was this, the whole family was a single seedling, how could he withstand such a toss.

"Don't change the subject! You're really not going?"

"Don't go, go back to the sect!"

Mao Zhenhuang didn't care about the goods on the back of the horse, his legs clamped hard, and the inferior horse carried him slowly along the road.

"Hey! If you don't go to Qinglou, then will you go to Yunshui Lake in Pengcheng? The scenery there is very beautiful, Zhang Ximeng of Huayang Tianzong back then, Yun Zhuangzi Zhenren also moaned a famous poem in that place without disease. Seeing that Mao Zhenhuang didn't pay attention to him, Wang Daoning yelled at him.

"'The clouds come to the water is better, the clouds go to the water is picturesque, the water is bright because of the clouds, and the clouds are high and the water is high'.

I don't know what's going on in your spring heart, there are many rich and noble women in Guangling County around Yunshui Lake, are you sure you want to see the lake?"

Wang Daoning patted his horse and arrived in front of Mao Zhenhuang, glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say that you have no memory of the Guanlou Sect, how can you even know what is going on in Yunshui Lake?"

"You haven't stopped talking all the way, there are often men and women of the sect in the red maple forest of the Guanlou Sect, and jumping off the cliff is the best viewing place; Senior Sister Gu Jinglin of the medicine field is the most prodigal, and his man goes to the barren mountain to collect medicinal seeds once every half month, during this period, if you can serve Senior Sister Gu well, you can take the medicinal materials under fifty years at will; and the old man Liu Muqing of the Tibetan Scripture Building, don't look at the big eyes, but the old eyes are dizzy, you can support the courage to go to the top of the building to take a stroll, and I was caught a handful of Xuanjing, you tell me that I have been riding a horse for a month, you talk to me, I don't know anything？”

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at Wang Daoning, except for the tattered things of their Wang family, there was nothing in the entire Guanlou Sect that he didn't know, that is, he even knew what color of obscene pants Han Qu, the thirteenth concubine of the Guanlou Sect Sect Master, liked to wear.

Wang Daoning felt a little embarrassed and said, "This ..... You must not know about the coquettishness. ”

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and glared at him when he heard this name.

"Okay, good, don't say it, don't say it, it's touching your pain point. ”

Wang Daoning looked at Mao Zhenhuang's murderous expression, and hurriedly waved his hand at him.

"There's nothing to say, she told me to go to the northwest of Liang Kingdom, but my Mao Zhenhuang still came back. ”

"Tsk~~ There's nothing to say, this look can kill?"

believed him, Wang Daoning felt that it was better to believe in ghosts, where could the grievances and grievances of the twelve years be sorted out.

"In the past, everything was as light as a cloud, if you don't mess with me, I won't mess with others, I just want to go back and plant fairy fields with you. ”

"You dead fatty, can you not mention this stubble?"

Wang Daoning sighed when he heard the word "Xiantian" mentioned in this product, and he couldn't hear these two words at this time.

"I feel good, down-to-earth!"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at Wang Daoning, and he didn't know how this thing had such a brain, the trick he Lao Tzu came up with may not be a big factor for him, but it was just a retreat to advance through his beginning.

The strength of Xiang Han Qu is rumored to have been infinitely close to the god stage, and the sect master of this strength is not at all something that the weak Wang family can compete with.

And the Wang family, which only has thirty acres of immortal land left, is the safest Wang family, and it will not be taken to heart at all.

In these years, feng shui takes turns, who knows which end to turn, when the other party is strong, cut its wings to avoid its edge, and slowly Tuzhi is also the style of the big family.

"Do you really want to go back and farm with me?"

Wang Daoning, who was excited and was critically attacked, was silent for a long time, and then asked Mao Zhenhuang is question, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Then where am I going?

Hearing this, Wang Daoning, who was still in a depressed mood, sneered and said, "Haha~~~ Have you ever heard of a limerick poem?"

"Tell me about it!"

"Skinny and fat, leaving home, and returning to the country, the country accent has not changed, and there are piles of meat.

When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask the fat man, who are you?"

“......”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at Wang Daoning, who was smiling, and glared at him, this was the most literary ridicule he had ever heard!

"But seriously, if you don't know each other, you have to say it, just this flesh, I, Wang Daoning, suspect that you know that sooner or later there will be such a day, deliberately!"

"I'm still worried about yourself!Your Wang family has no power and no power, and someone is still so white, tsk~~~ I remember that the sect passed on a limerick poem to Miss Xiang, how did you say it?

There are beautiful women in Hongchen, and wealth has no intention of love.

The night comes to invite the horn to the truth, and whips into the water curtain.

The cloud sideburns are permeating with sweat, and jiao panting is pitiful.

The sound of the rain and tide rises, and you fly with the immortals!

"Da Le Fu" This method is not a waste of fame, be careful that someone is caught and 'fly with you', haha~~~"

Mao Zhenhuang laughed at Wang Daoning, the depressed mood of returning to the sect was instantly relaxed, and he didn't care about the black face, he slapped the horse and laughed and left.

At this time, he was a little more eager to return to the sect, how could he also be a figure of the Nine Heavens Destiny, so Xiang Suijiao is so powerful?

He didn't believe that the other party would be able to step into Jindan in twelve years in Guanlou Sect!

"Mao Zhenhuang, be careful to follow Jiao to find your old love to rekindle. ”

Looking at Mao Zhenhuang in the distance, Wang Daoning's fat back was a cursed roar.

"She's not good for me!"