Chapter 427: Life is not a story in a book

(It’s a little late, the 9,000-word chapter is not included in the update on the 4th.)

Eagles hovered in the sky, and crows screamed on the dead branches.

The originally smooth and wide official road has long been in pieces, and a motorcade is jolting around.

As the largest vassal state of the Zhuying Dynasty, Shihao Kingdom is located in the northwest of the dynasty. It is famous for its fertile fields and rich products in the central part of Aquarius Continent. It has always been the large granary of the Zhuying Dynasty. Both dynasty vassals, the Shihao Kingdom and the Huangting Kingdom, which belonged to the Sui vassal, had completely different choices. The Shihao Kingdom, from the emperor and temple ministers to most of the frontier generals, chose to go head-to-head with an army of Li cavalry.

The war has spread throughout the Shihao Kingdom. Since the beginning of this spring, the fighting has been extremely brutal in the entire area north of the capital. Now the capital of the Shihao Kingdom has been deeply surrounded.

Not only the people of Shihao Kingdom, but also several nearby small vassal countries whose military strength is far inferior to that of Shihao Kingdom, are all panic-stricken. Of course, there are many so-called smart people who have surrendered to the Song family of Dali early. , watching the fire from the other side, waiting to see the joke, hoping that the invincible Great Li cavalry could simply come to massacre the city and kill all the Shihao Kingdom loyalists who were foolishly loyal to the Zhu Ying Dynasty. Maybe they could still remember their good deeds and fight without bloodshed. , with their help, they successfully captured tall cities whose arsenals and treasury were not affected at all.

The bumpy road made many drivers of this convoy complain incessantly. Even many strong men carrying long bows on their backs and long knives on their waists were almost shattered. They were sluggish and forced themselves to pull themselves together, looking around in all directions to avoid plundering by rogues. Almost all of these young and strong men who were familiar with riding bows and horses in their 70s and 80s had the smell of blood on their bodies. It can be seen that this way south, in the chaotic world, It's not an easy journey.

It’s really like making money with your head tied to your belt. It’s no exaggeration to say that you might accidentally drop your head on the ground while peeing.

The most dangerous interception during the period was not the refugees who had turned into bandits, but actually a group of 300 Shihao soldiers pretending to be horse thieves, who treated their caravan as a piece of fat meat. , in that fight, nearly half of the caravan guards who had signed life and death certificates early were killed or injured. If it weren't for the fact that there was an invisible mountain god hiding among the employers, he and his goods would have been given to those officers and soldiers long ago. Made dumplings.

This convoy needs to pass through the hinterland of Shihao Kingdom, reach the southern border, and go to Shujian Lake, which is regarded as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den by the secular dynasty. The convoy took a large sum of money, but they only dared to stop at the border pass. Otherwise, no matter how much money they had, they would not be willing to go one step further south. Fortunately, the dozen foreign merchants agreed and allowed the convoy guards to close at Chidori at the border. Head back, whether this group of merchants will live or die next, whether they will make huge profits at Shujian Lake, or they will die on the way and let the robbers have a good year, anyway, the convoy will not be responsible.

This journey is really a purgatory on earth.

To die of hunger thousands of miles away is no longer a way for scholars to take a glimpse of something in a book.

TeamAlong the roadside, you would often come across some thatched thatched shops, and adults were constantly selling two-legged sheep. At first, some people couldn't bear to send their children to the chopping block and hand them over to the butchers, so they thought of a compromise. The method is to exchange children with thin faces and yellow muscles between parents, and then sell them to the store.

Many hungry refugees, wandering in groups on the land of Shihao like zombies and wild ghosts, swarm towards places where there may be food. The beacons and inns across the Shihao Kingdom, as well as the earthen forts built by the powerful families in some places, were all stained with blood, as well as some corpses that had not been cleaned up in time. The convoy once passed a large castle with 500 young and strong guards of the same race, and bought a small amount of food with a lot of money. A bold and capable young man was envious of the hard bow of a caravan guard, so he approached it and pointed at the wooden fence outside the castle. Over there, there was a row of shriveled heads used for demonstration. The young man squatted on the ground and said with a smile to a convoy attendant. Summer is the most troublesome, attracting mosquitoes and flies, and it is easy to get plague. But as long as it snows in winter, you can save money. Go to a lot of trouble. After finishing speaking, the young man grabbed a stone and threw it at the wooden fence, accurately hitting a head. He clapped his hands and glanced at the caravan attendants who looked at him with admiration. The young man was quite proud.

At that time, a young woman in Tsing Yi with a ponytail made the young man's heart flutter. The reason why he talked and did this with the caravan attendants was because the young man wanted to be in front of that beautiful sister. , express yourself.

It’s a pity that the sister in Tsing Yi didn’t look at him from beginning to end. This made the young man feel very lost and disappointed. If such a beautiful woman like a fairy from the temple mural appeared here to seek death. How nice would it be to be among the ranks of refugees? Then she will definitely survive, and he is the patriarch's eldest grandson. Even if it is not his turn first, one day it will be his turn. However, the young man also knew that among the refugees, there were no such fair and graceful women. There were occasionally some women, most of whom were dark-skinned, skinny and skinny, as thin as starving ghosts, and their skin was extremely rough, which was too ugly.

Beside the sister in Tsing Yi, there is an older woman standing, carrying a sword on her back, but her appearance is much different, especially her figure. If the latter appears alone, The boy's heart would also be moved, but when they stood together, the latter was no longer in the boy's eyes.

The caravan continues south.

There are often refugees blocking the road with sharpened wooden sticks. The smarter ones, or those who are not really hungry yet, will ask the caravan to bring out some food, and they will let them go.

Of course the caravan didn't bother to pay attention and just moved forward. Generally speaking, as long as they drew their knives and took off their bows, the refugees would be frightened and scatter.

There were also some refugees who just rushed forward with red eyes, planning to rob them. The caravan guards were originally from martial arts circles, and were not from Shihao country. They had already become numb all the way south, and there were many people in the team. After so many brothers and friends died, deep down in their hearts, they wished that someone would rush forward to relieve them of their hatred, so the elite cavalry were spread out like fishing nets.When it comes to raising and lowering a knife, or competing in archery skills, the one who shoots in the eye socket is the best, the second is the one who shoots through the neck, and the third is the one who shoots through the heart. If you can only shoot in the abdomen, legs and feet, it will be ridiculed and laughed at.

The number of merchants who hired guards and convoys this time was small, about ten.

In addition to the woman with a ponytail in green who rarely appears, and a woman with a sword on her back who lost her right thumb next to her, there is also an unsmiling young man in black robe. These three people seem to be in the same group. Usually the team stops to recuperate or go camping in the wild, so they stay together relatively well.

In addition, the leader of this group of merchants who wanted money but not their lives was an old man wearing a green shirt and long coat. It was said that his surname was Song, and the guards liked to call him Master Song. Master Song has two followers, one is carrying a long black stick on his back, and the other is not carrying a weapon. At first glance, he looks like a true member of the martial arts world. The two are about the same age as Master Song. In addition, there are three men and women whose eyes look cold even if they smile on their faces. They are very different in age, the women are mediocre in appearance, and the remaining two are grandfather and grandson.

The impression given to the subordinates is that among this group of merchants, except for Mr. Song, all the others are arrogant and don't like to talk.

That night, I rested in a dilapidated inn that had been abandoned and the subordinate staff had fled. All the items had been taken away.

The woman in green with a ponytail squatted on top of a mostly collapsed earth wall outside the inn.

The sword-carrying woman who was inseparable from her stood under the wall and whispered: "Senior Sister, in more than half a month's journey, we can cross the border and enter Shujian Lake."

The woman in green clothes was a little absent-minded and hummed.

The Song Master slowly walked out of the post house, lightly kicked a young man who was squatting on the threshold, and then came to the wall alone. The woman with the sword immediately saluted respectfully in Dali Mandarin. He said: "I have met Dr. Song."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Miss Xu is still so polite, which is too unreasonable."

This doctor is not a doctor in a medicine shop.

This elegant and elegant old man in green shirt is the doctor in charge of the Qing Li Department of the Dali Ministry of Rites Temple.

In this position, Huangting Kingdom, Shihao Kingdom, and other small vassal states belong to the larger Sesame Officials. Just the yamen of the Ministry of Rites has ministers above it, and ministers above it. Maybe one day they will be ranked. A considerable auxiliary officer, Yuanwailang, took his place. But in Dali, this is an extremely critical position. He is one of the three most powerful doctors in the Dali Dynasty. His position is not high, and he is from the fifth rank, and his power is extremely heavy. In addition to the nominal responsibilities of a temple worship official, he is also in charge of the evaluation, assessment, and recommendation of the righteous gods of a country's mountains and rivers.

Chongdan River, where Da Li has never set up a river god or a temple, suddenly has a river spirit named Li Jin. From a shopkeeper who originally opened a bookstore in Hongzhu Town, he suddenly appears. It is said that to become the God of the River is to follow the path of this doctor, to be able to leap over the dragon gate, climb to a high position on the altar, and enjoy all kinds of incense.

The two women were Ruan Xiu and Xu Xiaoqiao who had left the Longquan Sword Sect and traveled down the mountain.

As for why they had to leave the Great Li Dynasty so far, even Xu Xiaoqiao and Dong Gu were surprised. As for their senior sister Ruan Xiu, it didn't matter at all.

Seeing that Mr. Song seemed to have something to discuss, Xu Xiaoqiao took the initiative to leave.

Mr. Song walked to the wall, sat cross-legged, and said with a smile: "I want to thank Miss Ruan for her generosity."

Ruan Xiu put away a handkerchief and hid it In his sleeves, he shook his head and said vaguely: "No need."

Mr. Song smiled and asked: "I would like to ask, does Miss Ruan not care, or is she tolerant?"

Ruan Xiu asked: "Is there any difference?"

The old man nodded and said seriously: "If it is the former, I won't bother. After all, I am an old man who has had the years of admiration as a teenager. I know Li Muchi's It's hard for a young boy of the same size not to be distracted. If it's the latter, I can give a few words to Li Muchi or his grandfather. Miss Ruan doesn't have to worry about forcing someone to do something. This trip south is an official matter assigned by the court, so it should be done. There are still rules to follow, it is not Ruan at all

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The girl is going too far."

Ruan Xiu said: " It doesn't matter, he can just look at it if he likes, and I don't care about his eyes."

Mr. Song laughed dumbly.

Among the accompanying team this time, there were two old martial arts warriors following him. One was a pure martial artist temporarily transferred from the Dali Army. He was in a golden state. It was said that he was going to the commander's tent in the army. The great spy of Lubo Pavilion was thrown into the face of the accomplished general, but of course, he still had to hand it over.

A gang leader who came from the Da Li Jianghu sect and was also in the Seventh Realm.

The other three are a team of temporarily formed Nianganlang. Among them, the young man named Li Muchi is a Taoist genius who is proficient in talismans and formations. Together with his grandfather and father Three generations of people have been Niangan Lang of the Dali court. Their father died not long ago, so for the grandfather and grandson, this trip to the south was not only a official matter in the yamen, but also mixed with personal grudges.

On this trip south to Shujian Lake, there were two things. One was on the surface, and it was not a big deal. He was the man who talked about the matter, the third official of the Longquan Sword Sect. Everyone needs to obey him and obey his command and dispatch.

At the beginning of autumn this year, two people died in Dali Niangan Lang, who had not suffered any casualties for many years. A foreign Jindan monk with a hidden identity secretly took away a disciple. The young man was quite special. Not only was he an innate sword embryo, but he was also blessed with martial arts, which attracted the attention of several martial arts temple saints in the local state.

Da Li is bound to win, and even the Imperial Master has heard the news and takes it seriously.

It was probably tit for tat. It is ridiculous to say that this young man was the first to be found by Da Li Nian Gan Lang, so that the three people who found this good seedling took turns to stay and cultivate it. Young man, for four years, the golden elixir monk who had been hiding in the dark suddenly jumped out of nowhere and killed two people., then abducted the young man and fled south. During this period, he escaped two pursuits and roundups. He was very cunning and had high combat power. During the escape, the young man showed an extremely amazing character and aptitude. He helped the Jindan monk a lot every time.

In the end, the Green Wave Pavilion’s intelligence showed that the Jindan monk and the boy fled into Shujian Lake. After that, the Niu Niu entered the sea and was never heard from again.

For this kind of pursuit, not only the Great Li Dynasty, but actually all the mountain forces in Aquarius Continent will not be foolish and look down upon, and experienced sects, as long as they have some background, will Strive to use a lion to fight a rabbit, and solve it in one go with all your strength, instead of just like mediocre generals adding fuel to the battlefield, sending groups of people to die in vain, feeding the opponent with war, and ultimately raising tigers to cause trouble.

The opponent is an old Jin Dan who is good at fighting, and he occupies an advantageous location, so Dr. Song and his party are by no means as simple as two Jin Dans in terms of combat power. Together, they are roughly equivalent to one person. The combat power of the powerful Nascent Soul.

At this point, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao had conducted detailed deductions several times in private, and the conclusions they reached were relatively reassuring.

Otherwise if the senior sister made a slight mistake, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao, the two founding disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect, would no longer have to stay in Shenxiu Mountain due to their emotions and reasons.

As for the other thing that only Dr. Song himself knew the inside story, it was a bigger deal.

Involving the ownership of the entire Shujian Lake.

Even he needs to do what he is told.

Even the certain island owner who has secretly taken root in Shujian Lake for eighty years is also a pawn.

This time when I left Dali and traveled south, there was a little thing that made Dr. Song interesting.

The young Li Muchi could not understand what he saw and heard on his way south, especially the carriage ride to Shihao Country. Deep down in his heart, he even complained about the culprit, who was where he was. of the Great Li Dynasty. Perhaps in the young man's view, if the Great Li cavalry had not gone south, or if the continuous wars going south had not been so bloody and cruel, there would not have been so many people displaced. In the catastrophe of the war, all the men and women who were originally honest and responsible have become People don’t look like humans, and ghosts don’t look like ghosts.

Li Muchi’s grandfather, a ninety-year-old “young” monk, was indifferent to this, but did not explain anything to his grandson.

Ruan Xiu asked: "I heard that there is a child from Clay Bottle Lane, right in Shujian Lake?"

Song Langzhong nodded and said: "The surname is Gu, he is a child with great luck. , was accepted as a closed disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Lord of Jiejiang in Shujian Lake. Gu Can himself brought another 'big loach' to Shujian Lake, and brought the dragon retinue with a combat power equivalent to the Nascent Soul to stir up trouble, Xiao Xiao His age and reputation were so great that even the Zhu Ying Dynasty had heard that such a pair of masters and servants existed in Shujian Lake. Once while chatting with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu said with a smile that this little guy named Gu Can was a natural born Shanze Yexiu. ”

Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon that looked like a bright red bracelet, then lowered her arm, thoughtfully.

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A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake. It was a prosperous city called Chishui City with a sea of ​​people.

We hired a carriage along the way. The driver was a chatty old man who traveled all over the country. The man was generous and liked to hear lively and interesting stories. He didn’t like to sit in the carriage and enjoy the good times. He spent almost half of the journey sitting in the carriage. Next to the coachman, the old coachman drank a lot of wine and was in a good mood. He also told a lot of strange things about Shujian Lake that he had heard from hearsay. He said that it was not as scary as the rumors outside. There were also beatings and killings, but most of them would not be involved. These common people. However, Shujian Lake is a huge gold-selling cave. It is absolutely true. In the past, he and his friends took a group of wealthy young men from the Zhu Ying Dynasty, and told them to wait in Chishui City, saying that he was a We returned after a month, but after waiting for less than three days, the group of young men returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake. They were already penniless. Seven or eight young men had a full 600,000 taels of silver. In three days, , it was all in vain, but listening to the words of those prodigal sons, it seems that they still have more to say, saying that after half a year, they save some money, and they must come back to Shujian Lake to be happy.

The man walked shoulder to shoulder on the streets of Chishui City, looking very inconspicuous.

Previously, there was a team of Qi Practitioners guarding the city gate, but there was no need for any customs clearance documents at all. As long as the money was paid, they were allowed in.

Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.

Shu Jian Lake is extremely vast, with more than a thousand large and small islands scattered all over the place. The most important thing is that it is full of spiritual energy. It is difficult to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of ​​islands and waters. But if One or two Jindan Earth Immortals occupy a larger island, which is most suitable as a residence and a place to practice Taoism. It is both pure and like a small cave. In particular, Qi practitioners who practice the "near water" method regard certain islands in Shujian Lake as must-win areas.

The man with the sword on his back chose a downtown restaurant and ordered Huchi Shuicheng’s most signature Wuwei wine. After finishing the wine, he overheard some lively chatter on nearby wine tables, but didn’t hear anything else. There are many things, but only one thing is useful. After a while, Shujian Lake seems to be holding an island owners' alliance every hundred years, preparing to elect a new "king of the rivers and lakes" who has been vacant for three hundred years.

After the man finished drinking and eating, he settled the bill with the store clerk, then left the restaurant and asked for directions to a Yuanwei Street in Chishui City that was open to everyone and was full of fairy shops. , the long street is four miles long, and there are Qi practitioners guarding both ends. They do not care about status, but only recognize money to clear the way. This aspect is a bit like the old Dragon City, which has the best trade in the continent. It makes people laugh without hatred. People have it, whoever has money is the boss.

If you don’t believe it, just look at the wine in the cup. The cup is served to the rich first.

If you put it this way, it seems that the entire world is similar everywhere.

The middle-aged man with a vermilion wine gourd hanging from his waist, the old coachman once said that in Shujian Lake, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons and frequent traffic, there is no need to worry if you can speak the elegant language of a continent, but he is on the road. , I still learned some Shujianhu dialect from the old coachman, and learnedThere are not many, so general asking for directions and bargaining are still possible. The middle-aged man wandered around and took a look. He neither made a splash and swept away those sky-high-priced treasures in the store, nor did he just look at and buy them. He picked a few clever but inexpensive spiritual weapons and practiced them like ordinary foreigners. Qi Shi, a virtue, is just enjoying the fun here, not looking down upon anyone, but also not looking down upon by the locals.

The middle-aged man finally stopped at a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items. The items were good, but the prices were not very fair. The shopkeeper was an old-fashioned man who didn’t look like he was doing business, so the business was It was relatively deserted. Many people came and went, but only a few took out the fairy money from their pockets. The man stood in front of an ancient bronze sword placed horizontally on a special sword stand. He did not move for a long time. The scabbards were high and high. It is placed low and apart, and the sword body is engraved with the four characters "大 imitation quhuang" in small seal script.

Looking at the man in a long gown with a sword on his back who was bent over and looking at it carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What are you looking at? Can you afford it? Even the imitation sword of Quhuang in ancient times costs a lot." Spending a lot of money, go and go, really want to enjoy it, go somewhere else."

The middle-aged man probably has a weak waist and a weak waist. Instead of being annoyed, he turned around. The head and the old man asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this Quhuang is one of the eight horses in the carriage that Master Lisheng and the first dynasty monarch in the world traveled together to hunt the world?"

The man did not pretend to be fat, he looked away from the ancient sword, started to look at other treasures, and finally stood there again. In front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall, the lady painted in the scroll sits sideways, covering her face and crying, if

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I listened carefully, and there was actually a tiny voice that sounded like weeping and whining coming out of the picture.

The old shopkeeper exclaimed, "I never thought I would meet someone who knows the goods. The two items you looked at for the longest time when you entered my shop are both the best things in the shop. You are a good guy. I don’t have much money in my pocket, but my vision is not bad. Why, I was rich in my hometown, but my family is in ruins, and I just start walking around alone? Are you a knight-errant?"

The man was still looking at the magical picture. I had heard it said before that there were many paintings and calligraphy about the subjugation of previous dynasties. By chance, the words would contain a sense of sadness and anger. , and some of the characters in the paintings will also turn into beautiful creatures, feeling sad and heartbroken alone in the paintings.

The man turned around and said with a smile: "You knight, you don't care about how much money you have."

The old man sneered and said: "This kind of nonsense, you have not been in the world for two or three years. Qingcai will say, I see that you are not young, I guess you are walking in Jianghu in vain, or you are walking by the pond, you will be treated as a real Jianghu."

The man is still lifeless. , pointed to the portrait on the wall, and asked: "How much does this picture of a lady cost?"

The old man waved his hand, "Young man, don't ask for trouble."

Man He smiled and said, "If I can afford it, what does the shopkeeper say? How about giving me one or two small prize items that are not very valuable?"

It is indeed a boring old man who keeps his ancestral shop year after year. , suddenly got fighting spirit, pointed to a treasure shelf near the door, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, see, as long as you can afford the fairy money, you can choose three things on the shelf over there. When the time comes, I’ll frown and take your last name!”

The man nodded with a smile.

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said: "I won’t go into details about the origin of this picture of a lady. Anyway, you can see how good it is. If you can get it, you can take it." "Come on, if you can't take it out, get out of here."

The man looked back at the portrait on the wall, then looked back at the old shopkeeper and asked if the fixed price was non-negotiable. The old shopkeeper sneered and nodded. , the man turned his head again, glanced at the pictures of ladies a few more times, then glanced at the empty shop and the main entrance, then walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, and took out three fairy coins on the table. , covered it with his palm, and pushed it towards the old shopkeeper. The old shopkeeper also glanced at the door of the store. The moment the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, brought it to his side, raised his palm, and confirmed that it was the genuine three. After picking up a small sum of money, he grabbed it in the palm of his hand and put it in his sleeve. He raised his head and said with a smile: "I made a mistake this time. You are a good boy. You have some skills. You can make even me, who has developed a pair of piercing eyes, think twice."< /p>

The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and pick out three things that please me."

The old shopkeeper laughed and walked around the counter, "Let's go and do business. , you still have to have this kind of integrity, I will help you put this picture of the lady in the box, don't worry, the brocade box alone is worth two snow coins, so it will not waste such a precious portrait."

The man was cruising in front of the treasure rack at the door. The old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait and kept looking at the man from the corner of his eye while putting it into a collection box.

Damn it, if I had known that this guy was so rich and generous, how could he be so lucky? And it was three pieces in one breath, and now I started to feel very distressed.

When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper felt a little relieved and did not lose much. But when the guy finally selected a black jade seal that had not yet been carved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper’s eyelids trembled slightly. , and said quickly: "Boy, what's your last name?"

The man was still a little hesitant at first, but when the old shopkeeper came, he decisively took it into his hand, turned around and smiled.: "The surname is Chen."

The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will take your surname as Chen from now on, and you can put the seal back, okay?"

The man smiled Shaking his head, "When doing business, you still have to be sincere."

The old shopkeeper said angrily: "I think you should stop being a bullshit ranger and become a businessman. It will definitely not take more than a few years. You will be extremely rich."

The old man said this, but he actually made a lot of money. He was in a good mood and poured a cup of tea for the guest named Chen for the first time.

The man had no immediate intention to leave. One was thinking about whether he could sell the big imitation canal yellow again, and the other was thinking about hearing some deeper things about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper. Drinking tea and chatting like this.

The man knew a lot of inside information that the old coachman had never heard of.

Shu Jian Lake is a paradise for wild cultivators in Shanze. Smart people are very easy to get along with, but stupid people are particularly miserable. Here, there are no good or bad monks, only the level of cultivation and the depth of calculation. The difference.

Business is bustling and there are many shops.

Those who are desperate or in trouble elsewhere can often find shelter here. Of course, if you want to feel comfortable, don’t expect it. But as long as you have a pig head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive from now on. How you get along after that, everyone depends on their ability, relying on big mountains, and providing money and effort to help, is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, there are not many heroes who endured humiliation and heavy burdens for many years, and finally rose to become the overlord of one party.

Outside the shop door, time flies by.

In the shop, the old man was talking lively.

There was once a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Genealogy Master who joined forces with a Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Perhaps he felt that he could walk sideways across the entire Aquarius Continent, so he swaggered onto a large island in Shujian Lake. A banquet was held, and hero posts were widely distributed, inviting all the earthly immortals and Longmen monks in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic situation of Shujian Lake being leaderless, and to become the king of the rivers and lakes who commands the heroes.

At the banquet, not one of the more than 30 Shujian Lake island owners present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded, tried their best to agree, or flattered them from the bottom of their hearts, saying that Shujian Lake should have someone who can convince everyone. There are some big shots, but there are no rules and regulations, and there are also some silent island owners. As a result, after the banquet had dispersed, someone had already secretly stayed on the island, and began to submit letters of surrender, make suggestions, and explain in detail the background and credentials of the major mountains of Shujian Lake.

Just the next scene will make all the monks in Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of their age, feel particularly happy.

That night, more than four hundred monks from different islands swarmed in and surrounded the island.

Using nearly 900 magic weapons and more than 200 dead warriors raised on their respective islands, they killed the two arrogant Nascent Soul cultivators and Golden Core Sword Cultivators.

The ones with the most determined murderous intent happened to be the group of "the island owners who were the first to surrender."

The man listened very carefully and asked casuallyHe captured the True Lord of Jiejiang, Liu Zhimao.

The old shopkeeper became more and more enthusiastic.

It is said that Zhenjun Jiejiang is really great now.

Two years ago, a little devil came and became Zhenjun Jiejiang’s closed disciple. A man who was better than his master actually controlled a terrifying dragon and went on a killing spree on his own territory, killing a man. The guest's mansion, along with dozens of cardigans and more than a hundred people, were all slaughtered by the "big loach", and most of them died in horrific ways.

After that, he killed his fellow senior brother for unknown reasons. Another bloody killing. The ferocity and cruelty of the "big loach" were fully revealed. He spoke many times and no longer wanted to kill anyone. , purely to satisfy the taste of killing. Wherever it passes, the ground is full of broken limbs.

After that, the two masters and apprentices were unstoppable and occupied many nearby islands where other families had deep-rooted influence.

Those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish. It is said that many young and beautiful girls were kidnapped by the little devil who didn’t have all their hair. It seems that they were trained by the little devil’s second senior sister. , became the new cardigan girl.

Since then, Shujian Lake has never had a peaceful life. Fortunately, there is also a fight between gods and gods there, and finally it has not affected remote places like Chishui City.

The little devil surnamed Gu was assassinated several times by his enemies afterwards, but he did not die. Instead, he became more and more domineering and arrogant, with a fierce reputation, and was surrounded by a large circle of monks. The little devil wore a hat with the nickname "Prince on the Lake". In the spring of this year, the little devil even visited Chishui City. The battles and pomp were no worse than those of His Highness the Crown Prince of the secular dynasty.

The old shopkeeper chatted happily, but the man never spoke much and remained silent.

At dusk, the old man sent the man out of the shop door, saying that he was welcome to come back and that he didn’t need to buy anything.

The middle-aged man nodded. When he stood up, he had already put the three small objects into his sleeves, held the brocade box under his arm, and left.

The old man was a little confused. It seemed that when this man left, why was he a little... lost? It's strange, he is obviously a rich man in the world, why is he like this?

The old man stopped pursuing the matter and walked back to the shop, shaking his head.

Today’s big business is really going to last three years without opening and three years after opening. He wants to see who among the black-hearted old bastards near the shop in the future dares to say that he is not in the business. Material.

As for whether the man would come back to buy the big imitation canal after he left, and why he started to smile forcefully while listening. There was no smile at all, only silence. The old shopkeeper was not too Take heart.

The fight between the gods in Shujian Lake, the little devil Gu, the grudges and grudges about life and death, anyway, they are all other people’s stories. We have heard them, and we can tell them about them.

After the customer left the shop, he walked slowly.

Life is not a story in a book. The joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows are all in the pages of the book. But it is so easy to turn the pages of a book, and how to repair the human heart.Its difficult.

Who said that, Cui Dongshan? Lutai? Zhu Lian?

Can’t remember.

After walking dozens of steps, the middle-aged man stopped and sat on a step between the two shops.

Like a dog on the roadside.

(End of this chapter)