When Dai Gao saw that Liu Xiaolou knew about it, he stopped talking and nodded: "Yes, the first arrow in southern Hunan. He failed in seclusion and did not come out alive, so Boss Wang gathered the heroes and prepared to enter the village. I was ordered to post, will you go? go?"
Liu Xiaolou thought for a long time and said: "I heard the teacher say before that Zhang Xianbai is the leader of the outer disciples of Dongyang Mountain..."
Dai Gao said: "So we have to do it before Dongyang Mountain sends people to pay tribute. Time is very tight, it's tomorrow night. In the past, your husband took the post, but this time..."
Liu Xiaolou did not answer, and looked at the tomb in silence. The teacher, Mr. Sanxuan, received the hero post six months ago, and then lay in this tomb. The body was brought back by Dai Gaosheng in front of him.
Dai Gaosheng added: "If you accept the hero post, you will be responsible for your life and death... It's up to you to decide."
After shaking his head and taking a deep breath, Liu Xiaolou went up to pick up the post and held it tightly in his hands. This post is made of a piece of square wood, with a yellowish-purple color, and is engraved with the words "Hero Post". The writing disappears and appears. It is Mr. Wang's unique technique and it is difficult for outsiders to imitate it.
"Will you end up with a post?"
"That's right, take it with you. Don't lose it. I'll let you go into the mountain with the post." After a pause, he sighed: "I don't know if it's right or wrong to post the post for you..."
Liu Xiaolou forced a smile: "Junior has not made any progress in half a year."
Dai Gaosheng nodded, said no more, stood up, and walked down the mountain quickly.
Liu Xiaolou watched Dai Gaosheng leave, sat in front of the grave for a moment, and kowtowed three times respectfully: "Teacher, please protect me and help me have a smooth trip."
After kowtowing, Liu Xiaolou returned to the hut, tied the Three Mysterious Swords handed down by his master to his back, dug out the last one or two pieces of silver from the cabinet under the bed, put on his bamboo hat, and went out.
This trip will take no more than three hundred miles to Jinping Mountain, but we must arrive before tomorrow night, so we can't afford to delay.
When he came out of the courtyard, he saw a big white goose standing by the road, with its wings slightly spread, looking up at him. Liu Xiaolou reached out and touched its head: "If I can't come back, there will be no Sanxuanmen in the world. You can go find your own way then."
When we came down from Qianzhuling, it rained heavily. The water in Wuchao River rose rapidly, roaring like a dragon, and surged downstream.
The small bamboo hat couldn't stop the rain at all, and Liu Xiaolou was soaked all over. The second level of Qi Refining is not afraid of the wind and rain, but the pace is much slower.
After walking along the Wuchao River for more than two hours, I finally came out of Wulong Mountain. In front of me was the farmland with crisscrossing roads. The raindrops gradually became lighter, but they kept falling.
Liu Xiaolou went up to the mountain with his teacher when he was eight years old. After practicing in the mountains for ten years, he was very familiar with the surrounding roads. He quickened his pace and headed south along the field ridge. At this time, the sky was dark and I was hungry. I came to a house surrounded by earth, knocked on the door and entered: "Uncle Tian!"
An old farmer opened the door and welcomed him into the house: "Is the little immortal master coming out of the mountain?"
"Yes, I passed by here and asked Uncle Tian for some food."
"Yes, yes."
Uncle Tian went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of millet rice and a piece of old pickles, and ate with Liu Xiaolou. While watching him eat, he asked, "I haven't seen Master Sanxuan for a long time. Is he okay?"
Liu Xiaolou flicked his chopsticks back and forth in the bowl for a long time, and then said softly: "My mentor has become an immortal."
Uncle Tian said "Ah" and said nothing more, silently accompanying Liu Xiaolou to finish the meal. At a certain moment, he suddenly grinned and smiled: "A few years ago, Fairy Jingzhen from Xiushan fell in love with my Azhen and took her to practice."
Liu Xiaolou was stunned and said: "Xiushan... Immortal Master Jingzhen... A-Zhen is so lucky."
Tian Bo smiled and said: "Thanks to the little immortal master, if there was no little immortal master to rescue her, Azhen would have been washed away by the flood..."
Liu Xiaolou shook his head: "Uncle Tian, don't mention the easy things. Xiushan is a good place, and Immortal Master Jingzhen is also an expert. Well, I heard my teacher say that he is very, very tall... .Then how will Uncle Tian live after she leaves? Didn’t he go to Xiushan with her? "
Uncle Tian waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I live a good life by myself, don't worry! Besides, Xiushan is five hundred miles away from home, why should the old man follow him? Who will take care of these fields? The old man's surname is Tian, and he is destined to be inseparable in this life. The fields have been opened... By the way, when I left, Immortal Master Jingzhen said that Azhen could be allowed to go home once a year."
There was another moment of silence.
Liu Xiaolou nodded slowly and put down the one or two pieces of silver: "Uncle Tian, I'm on my way. I'll leave first."
Uncle Tian chased him out: "It's too much, how can you use so much?"
Liu Xiaolou didn't look back, and waved his hand behind him: "I won't pay you next time."
Leaving Wulong Mountain, Liu Xiaolou wore the stars and the moon and hurried on his way to the second level of Qi Refining. He was not necessarily any faster than the ordinary martial arts guard from a wealthy family, but it was better because there was true energy flowing in his Dantian and his breath was long. Before dark, we finally entered Jinping Mountain in southern Hunan.
There was a blind old man at the mountain pass. He stopped Liu Xiaolou who was approaching and asked, "Where are you going, young man?"
Liu Xiaolou glanced at the old man's chest and saw that there was also a hero sticker hanging on it. He quickly took out his own hero sticker and waved it in front of the old man: "This junior came from Wulong Mountain to attend the Heroes Conference."
The old man sniffed and asked, "Who posted the message?"
Liu Xiaolou replied: "Dai Sanren."
The old man nodded and pointed to the high mountain to the right: "Enter the mountain from here. When you see the rocks, climb Beishan to the north cliff."
Liu Xiaolou cupped his hands and followed the directions into the mountain. After walking for a few miles, he saw a mountain path with rugged rocks on the side, so he went up from there and climbed to the top with the rising moon. There was a cliff in front of him.
At a glance, he saw Dai Gaosheng on the edge of the cliff. He was hiding behind a boulder and looking down the cliff from time to time. When he saw Liu Xiaolou, Dai Gaogao waved him over.
When we came to the edge of the cliff, there was a dark mountain col below. It was almost impossible to distinguish the terrain. Only the surrounding undulating hills outlined the shadows of the mountains in the moonlight.
There was a light hidden in the mountain col. Dai Gaosheng said: "This is Zhang's Jinping Villa."
Liu Xiaolou looked into the distance for a moment and asked: "Senior, who are the heroes who responded?"
Dai Gaosheng pointed to the mountains: "In the mountains to the east are the heroes of the Mengdong River, in the valley to the south is the seventh branch of Paijiao, in the west mountains is the Yunshan Gang, and in the southeast and southwest gaps are the local tycoons Gao Feiyan and Wan Jianxin. In the north, On this side of the cliff are the brothers from the north."
Liu Xiaolou asked: "Who is coming to our Wulong Mountain?"
Dai Gaosheng replied: "The time is too tight, so I didn't invite more people. It's just you and Longshan Sanren... you were the first to arrive."
Liu Xiaolou looked at the mountains and couldn't tell how many spiritual masters there were in the mountains. However, the Zhang clan members in the manor obviously didn't know that a disaster was approaching. The lights in the manor were still brightly lit, and under the darkness of night, it was like setting a dining table. A feast waiting to be divided.
That night, heroes from the North gathered one after another on Beiya. There were more than thirty people, which shows that Dai Gao had a wide range of contacts.
In the middle of the night, Longshan Sanren also arrived. This gentleman was covered with beards and his face could hardly be distinguished. He claimed to have the appearance of a "dragon head" obtained by practicing Xuan Gong to the most profound level. I don't know whether it was true or not. Although he and Liu Xiaolou were both casual cultivators in Wulong Mountain, they had never met each other. Hearing that Liu Xiaolou was a disciple of Mr. Sanxuan, he nodded to him: "Brother Sanxuan... he is a nice person. "
Liu Xiaolou thanked him.
