After a few days, Sikong Zhan took a few scriptures with him, a long sword and a broken evil spirit flag, bid farewell to the Quanzhen Sect, and went down the mountain alone.

Unlike the previous times, this time he did not have any special purpose, just to broaden his knowledge and enrich his experience, so as to find opportunities for breakthroughs.

Speaking of chance, Sikong Zhan himself has a unique opinion, some people wait for opportunities, some people look for opportunities, and the last type of people know how to create opportunities, obviously, he understands the latter situation for ten minutes.

In short, if you say a thousand things and ten thousand, Sikong Zhan's trip should be on the word "chance".

During the day, he traveled beautifully, and practiced at night, just because of the bottleneck, his skills no longer increased, but he could refine his pure and innocent qi, and the rest of the time was either to study the scriptures or to practice the art of subduing demons and catching ghosts.

Sikong Zhan had to admit that Chichengzi's accident gave him a lot of stimulation, anyway, he had nothing to do, and there was nothing wrong with knowing more spells, and he didn't have a lot of skills!

It's day, mid-day.

Just walked to a mountain forest, Sikong Zhan felt hungry in his stomach, so he simply grabbed a pheasant, found an open place, and made a barbecue by himself.

Patting the wine gourd on his waist, Sikong Zhan smiled smugly, the big gourd on the seventh day, he thought about it, when he went out, there was always an inconvenient time, and there were many benefits to carrying such a thing.

Although the barbecue technique is not good, but Sikong Zhan is not the first time to do it, I saw that he was skillful, and in an instant, he dealt with the pheasant, and then pinched the trick and chanted the mantra, a cluster of flames lit the firewood, and entered the barbecue program.

After a while, the aroma of meat slowly spread with a little burning smell.

"Alas, it's baked again. Sikong Zhan stared at the barbecue in front of him a little depressed, could it be that his skills were really not as good as the legendary pig's feet, people are usually masters, and he himself may not be able to learn yet.

"Yes, a good piece of meat, just like that, you Taoist priest have been ruined. Before the words fell, a person turned over the dense forest and appeared opposite Sikong Zhan.

"I don't have talent, it's good to be able to make do with it. Sikong Zhan was not surprised at all by the presence of this person, when this person approached him, he had actually noticed it and did not feel hostile, so he just did not exist.

"Huh, you're quite calm at a young age, and you're good at cultivating qi. The man couldn't help but praise it, he suddenly appeared like him, maybe how many people were "scared", he was much better than most people.

"Where. "Sikong Zhan is more modest.

"Do you want to eat, and divide half of you?"

"I want half of the chicken butt. The man licked his lips, looked like a greedy cat, and unceremoniously chose himself first.

Sikong Zhan didn't care about this, tore off half of it, and handed the chicken butt to the other party, the man quickly took the barbecue, nodded to Sikong Zhan and smiled: "The Taoist priest is a good person." ”

Sikong Zhan smiled and didn't answer, anyway, he was willing to help. The two of them concentrated on the food in their hands and stopped talking.

"Do you want to drink?" Sikong Zhan took off the gourd on his waist.

"Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong, I swear I will never drink again. The man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly shook his head.

"It's a story again. Sikong Zhan thought to himself, he was not interested in other people's **, so he drank by himself.

The two of them were full of food and drink, and they each leaned on a big tree and chatted, mostly some interesting anecdotes in the rivers and lakes, among them, Sikong Zhan rarely spoke, most of them were the man who talked endlessly. "Taoist, I am armed with weapons, I must be from my generation of rivers and lakes, are you going down the mountain to practice?"

"Poor Dao is a monk, and he can also be regarded as a person in the rivers and lakes. Sikong Zhan remembered that although the Quanzhen Sect was a Taoist, it had not yet been truly "whitewashed", and could not be regarded as a pure outsider.

"Is there a place to go?"

"No, just walk around. ”

"I heard that the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan and the disciples of the Qingcheng faction are a little dirty, and they agreed to compete in Jiaxing Drunken Immortal Building on the fifteenth day of this month to break their grievances. The man smiled obscenely as he spoke, and said to Sikong Zhan: "How about it? You have nowhere to go, so you might as well follow me to have a good time." ”

"Jiangnan Seven Monsters?"

Sikong Zhan almost forgot about these people, at first glance, he couldn't help but feel a little interested in it, seeing that there were fewer and fewer "acquaintances" and more and more strangers, he was somewhat nostalgic.

Although the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are far from himself, it doesn't matter, no matter how bad these people's tempers are and how uncomfortable they are, they all have a "chivalrous heart", and he admires this alone.

After the two decided, they rushed to Jiaxing City together.

Until Jiaxing City, Sikong Zhan and that person still don't know each other's names, that person is called Sikong Zhan "Taoist", Sikong Zhan's own seniority is high enough, it is not appropriate to call that person, so just speak, save the trouble of calling.

The two met in the water and became companions temporarily, neither of them wanted to reveal their identities, this kind of thing often happened in the rivers and lakes, and the two were not used to seeing each other, and they didn't care.

"It's here. Sikong Zhan and the two stopped in front of an extremely luxurious restaurant.

I saw a big wooden sign standing upright in the store, writing the four words "Taibai Legacy", a huge gold-lettered signboard at the head of the building, writing "Drunken Immortal Building" three big characters, the handwriting was beautiful, and next to it was written "Dongpo Jushi Book" five small characters, which were originally written by Su Dongpo.

Sikong Zhan looked at it, smiled, and followed into the restaurant.

Today is the fifteenth day, the period of the competition, although the time is still early, but the building is simply overcrowded, the voice is boiling, Sikong Zhanyi, are all with blades, a fierce face in the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to find a Sven person.

The two were lucky, there were two empty tables left on the second floor, and they instructed Xiao Er to prepare wine and food, and Sikong Zhan and the two went upstairs to occupy a table, drinking tea while patiently waiting for the show to be staged.

At the end of the day, the restaurant was already full of people, that is, opposite, and the neighbors were full of people who had heard the news

"It's coming. ”

"It's finally here. ”

"The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are here. ”

......

Suddenly there was a shout of excitement from everyone on the street at the bottom of the building, and Sikong Zhan looked through the window and saw six men and one woman appearing in his eyes.

The person at the head has a fierce cheek, holding the demon in his hand, it should be the first of the seven monsters, the flying bat Ke Zhen evil, at this time, Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng have not defected to Peach Blossom Island, Ke Zhenevil's eyes will not become blind, and they are still round.

The second person is poor and sour and dressed, with an iron fan in his hand, and there is no need to guess that it is Zhu Cong, a wonderful scholar.

Then there are Han Baoju, the god of the king of horses, who looks like Wu Dalang and makes the dragon soft whip; Nan Xiren, a woodcutter dressed as a woodcutter and whose weapon is a pure steel flat shoulder; Zhang Asheng, a butcher who looks like an iron tower and has long hair on his chest, which makes a butcher knife laugh at Maitreya Zhang Asheng; a city chivalrous man with a thin body and a big pole and a scale; and Han Xiaoying, a Yue female sword with a beautiful appearance and a sword in her right hand.

The Seven Monsters of Jiangnan are here, and everyone is looking forward to the Qingcheng side.