The night was as cool as water, and a faint touch of fish belly white appeared in the distant sky.

In the countryside far away from the official road, Yang Quanzi carried a little medicine boy, one big and one small two people swept over like dragonflies and water, and the grass along the way was gently swayed by the strong wind, shaking off a few crystal dewdrops.

The four fields are quiet, only the voice is faint, drifting away in the morning breeze.

"Boy, are you really not related to your second master, then why did he drive hundreds of miles for you, chasing and killing Lao Tzu for a few days and nights in one go?"

Yang Quanzi was a little annoyed, anyone who was so persecuted by a junior would not be very happy.

The little medicine boy remained silent as always, his brows furrowed, and there was a round black spot on his forehead, which was big and small, deep and shallow, like an earthworm drilling in and out of the soil, and it was very strange to look at.

Seeing this, the old devil didn't think he was angry, but he couldn't wait to be happy, and sneered: "You can swallow so much, it's really beyond Lao Tzu's expectations, the qualification is still secondary, and this heart is especially rare." It's a pity, the more you are like this, the less time you have left, and you have no time to say a few more words, and you won't have a chance to say it in the future. ”

Although he said this, he didn't expect the stubborn and indifferent little medicine boy to really talk, and after a pause, he continued: "But then again, before you die, you have to get a glimpse of the way of luck and biochemical circulation, this is the great secret of Zhou Tian's cultivation, even if you die on the eve of the morning, I'm afraid there will be countless people rushing to it, right?"

Hearing this, the little medicine boy raised his head sharply and stared straight at Yangquanzi, but he was moved by the sentence "Chaowen Dao".

Once upon a time, there was a white-haired ghost doctor who fought fiercely in the city, and muttered a sentence in front of thousands of people that he would die when he heard the truth, and then broke his bones without any regrets.

Yang Quanzi was stared at a little inexplicably by the little medicine boy's eyes, and glared and said: "Why, don't believe it? Still can't look down on Lao Tzu's evil way? My generation of cultivators swallowed qi and intercepted luck, in the eyes of heaven and earth, which one is not a thief, which one is not an evil demon? Hehe, why is it a supernatural power above the inspiration? Ordinary people don't know what to say, what is the decline of Shinto, it really makes Lao Tzu laugh off his big teeth!"

The old devil suddenly looked up at the sky, his tone was resentful, and he inadvertently revealed a little sadness and melancholy.

"If you don't have magical powers, I don't know how this so-called mighty Zhou Tian is cramped and narrow, the avenue is as narrow as a line, how many people can come out of the ages?"

His voice suddenly softened, and he looked ahead and asked, "Did Your Excellency say that?"

Seeing this, the little medicine boy was stunned, took his eyes off the white hair like frost and snow, and looked down.

Not far ahead, in the wilderness, there is an ancient tree growing alone, the bark of which is like scales, revealing an old state.

The ancient trees are not tall, but the canopy is extremely luxuriant, as large as an umbrella cover.

Under the umbrella cover, there was a person sitting quietly, in the position of a little medicine boy, facing the side face of this person.

It was a gentle-looking middle-aged man, wearing a golden crown, a brocade robe and a jade belt, and a long knife embroidered with gold thread on his cuffs.

Although this person is sitting, he can also see that he is extremely tall, his shoulders are particularly broad, and the palms of his hands on his knees are thick and strong, which makes people see that he is a martial artist who is used to holding swords.

The most striking thing was that the man was carrying a large black iron box behind him, which looked extremely heavy, sinking deep into the damp earth under the tree.

Yang Quanzi asked when he was still a hundred zhang away from the ancient tree, although his voice was soft, the momentum of the forward rush was suddenly fierce and arrogant, and when he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a bang, and he was already less than ten zhang away from this person, which seemed to be far away, but for the real master, this is a little distance from his feet.

"Who is Your Excellency? Lao Tzu asked himself Lingjue Mingrui, how many can reach five hundred zhang, but today until a hundred zhang away, I haven't been able to perceive the slightest breath of your excellency, and today's master is so worthless?"

The middle-aged man, who looked like a wealthy man, stood up and turned his body slowly, although he didn't know how long he had been sitting in the damp mud, his body was not stained with the slightest dirt.

He gently dusted off his brocade robe, shook off a few dewdrops that fell on the hem of his clothes, and the whole person was spotless, then he smiled kindly and said, "Xiangzhou Wei Er." ”

Yang Quanzi's eyes froze: "But the head of the Wei family, the golden knife Wei Shuqing, who is known as the second master of Xiangzhou?"

The middle-aged man smiled and patted the iron box behind him, nodded and said, "It's Wei." ”

"How do you know that Lao Tzu is going to pass through here?"

In the past few days, a black-clothed border army claiming to belong to the Imperial Prison has drawn a huge and long arc along the border between Ji, Qingerzhou and Beidingfu, and has been rampaging along the way, destroying homes and shrines, causing people in several states to complain. After roughly passing through the Shinto, and then contacting the official of the edict, there was a little speculation, although I didn't know who the black crow guard was chasing, it was not difficult to deduce the route. ”

Wei Shuqing paused, gentle and tranquil, with a hint of undoubtedness: "You shouldn't come to Xiangzhou." ”

Hearing this, the old devil glanced at the iron box behind the other party, and smiled coldly, revealing undisguised cruelty and greed: "Good luck is not in itself, but used to raise knives, not afraid to make wedding clothes for others?"

Wei Shuqing didn't care, shook his head and said: "Gathering luck privately is a big crime to exterminate the clan, Wei Er's death is not a pity, but he doesn't dare to affect the clansmen." At present, several states, including Beiding Prefecture, have heard the news, and each has a large army to pursue it, but I am afraid that there will be unforeseen disasters. For the sake of safety, please do not enter my Xiangzhou. ”

Yang Quanzi smiled angrily: "It is said that there is no vanity under the fame, although Lao Tzu lives in the wilderness, but he has also heard of your Wei Er's name, but unfortunately I realized that it was exaggerated when I saw it today, and he was actually a cowardly soft egg who dared not admit it! I know that it is a big crime to collect luck privately, where does your luck come from?"

"The fortune of the three generations of my Wei family is gathered here, this is a family matter, and the court will not ask about it. ”

Yang Quanzi was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly laughed loudly: "It is said that Lao Tzu is an evil demon, but it is not as evil as you as a madman! If this knife is lost, won't your Wei family be miserable for generations? No, within three generations, it will be eaten and wiped clean, where can there be generations?"

Wei Shuqing still wrote lightly: "If you can raise a tool for town luck, and even Wei can achieve magical powers with this, the Wei family will naturally prosper ten times and a hundred times, if not, it will decline sooner or later, what is the pity?"

He slammed the iron box, and the knife roared loudly, like a dragon's groan: "There is a golden knife in the box, and it has never dried up when it is stained with blood." ”

Before the words fell, there was a sudden sound of dense horses' hooves in the west, and a knife light rose into the sky, and the knife intent was awe-inspiring, as if it was in harmony with the knife in Wei Shuqing's box.

It was only at this time that Wei Shuqing showed a somewhat solemn expression, and said solemnly: "Good knife!"

Yang Quanzi scolded darkly, and said fiercely: "Okay! Lao Tzu doesn't enter your Xiangzhou." ”

He turned his head and was about to go south, and before he took a step, he heard Wei Shuqing smile and said, "Respect and drive slowly, please leave the sheep and this child in your hand." ”