Spring had just entered, and there was not enough water in the upper reaches of the Wuchao River. Liu Xiaolou did not build bamboo rafts to go down the mountain, but walked the mountain road honestly.
After getting off Qianzhuling, we didn't go towards the village. Since there were people from the Qingyu Sect in the village, it was no longer suitable to go there and show off.
So we turned to the northwest, where there was a trail that few outsiders knew about and that people in the mountains were unwilling to disclose. The trail was hidden by a deep stream and ran under the dense forest. It was an emergency evacuation passage for Wulong Mountain's casual cultivators.
As soon as he entered this passage, Liu Xiaolou saw seven people rushing forward carrying poles and bamboo baskets on their backs. They were the famous Qiying of Guzhangshan in Wulong Mountain.
Liu Xiaolou was not very familiar with them, but he also went to Guzhang Mountain with his teacher and paid homage to the top of the mountain, so he said hello behind him: "Seven seniors!"
Gu Zhangshan Qiying turned around, nodded to Liu Xiaolou and continued on his way. Lao Qi, who was at the back, was the most enthusiastic and said to Liu Xiaolou: "Xiaolou is starting too?"
Liu Xiaolou followed quickly and pointed to the table and table carried on Lao Qi's pole in surprise: "Senior, are you even moving the table and table? What kind of treasure is this?"
Lao Qi laughed, stretched out his hand and patted the table: "Good stuff! It's made of yellow sandalwood and lightning strike wood. You can ask the weapon refiner to make a few flying swords later. You can't leave this treasure to the Qingyu Sect. If they take it, they will lose money." Big.”
Lao Liu in front turned around and grinned, flicking his fingers on the big porcelain jar tied to his back. The big porcelain jar made a crisp and continuous sound. Lao Liu enjoyed the crisp sound and raised his neck. He continued on his way in high spirits.
Lao Qi showed off at the side: "See, this is a good tank, it has the effect of gathering spirits. The Zhou family raised spiritual fish in this big tank. We tasted the fish and it was amazing! By the way, the five brothers in front of us The incense burner I am holding is used by the Zhou family to worship heaven, and there is something strange about it..."
"Dongting Lake Zhou Family?"
"Isn't that right? Otherwise, why would the Qingyu Sect come to the door?"
"Hey, is it really you who did this? Boss Wang's hero post?"
"Didn't you go to Xiaolou?...Yes, I did not see Xiaolou at that time. That's a pity. The Zhou family is not as rich as ordinary aristocratic families. It is a major branch of Qingyu Sect, and the garden is full of good things. thing!"
"Why did Boss Wang attack the Zhou family?"
"The second young master of the Zhou family has humiliated Boss Wang. We and our brothers are naturally coming to seek revenge. This time, we have many brothers who went to Wulong Mountain to destroy the Zhou family. We all have really made a fortune..."
"The second young master of the Zhou family?"
"Boss Wang said that he is a low-level young man with a fat head and a pink face, a slut and a dandy. He drinks and drinks around based on his family background, and even slapped Boss Wang. Can this be tolerated? Hey, brothers can't bear it, so it's a given. Boss Wang was angry. But I don’t know where the kid was hiding. I searched all over Zhuangzi and couldn’t find him..."
While they were chatting, a few more people came down from the hillside and joined Li Shan's team.
One of them shouted: "Xiaolou! Xiaolou!"
Liu Xiaolou looked at it and greeted him with a smile: "Master Zuoxia, long time no see!"
Zuo Gaofeng was also carrying a big bamboo basket, covered with unhaired sheepskins. He didn't know what belongings he had. He patted Liu Xiaolou and said with regret: "After we parted ways last year, I happened to meet Dai Sanren at the foot of the mountain. , after accepting the hero post, he also asked about you... Everyone has made a lot of money this time, and there is no problem in eating and drinking for a year. Where did you go after that? Why didn't you go back to the mountain? Otherwise, you can also make a fortune!"
Liu Xiaolou asked: "Is it as big as the one we sent to Brother Wei?"
Zuo Gaofeng laughed: "That's definitely not the case. Such an opportunity is rare only once in ten years. Xiaolou, you won't have a bad appetite, right? This is not possible. You must know how to be content... Ha, your family is Dabai The goose hasn’t been killed yet?”
Liu Xiaolou patted the big white goose that was following his feet: "I'm in love now. I won't eat anymore. I'll be a companion. I'm going to provide for it until the end of its life."
After that, many more people joined one after another. Liu Xiaolou was familiar with Linglingke, Longshan Sanren, etc. Linglingke missed the hero post again and failed to participate in the hero conference, but had to leave the mountain, sighing all the way; Longshan Sanren went to Zhou's house that day and saw that he was in a very happy mood, so he expected to gain a lot from this visit.
What surprised Liu Xiaolou the most was that he actually saw Tan Bazhang, who was also carrying several packages, large and small, walking down the mountain talking and laughing. Although the Tan family is also from the Wulong Mountain lineage, they have always lived outside the mountain. Why should they escape?
"Brother Tan, this is..."
"Haha, brother Liu Xian, because he can't stand the rules in the family, he moved to Wulong Mountain in the first month of this year and settled on the edge of Longma Waterfall. When he comes back, brother Xian must come to Longma Waterfall for a drink, and the master of Zuo Gorge, Brother Lingling, come together!"
"When I first arrived, I was so tired that Brother Tan left the mountain and lived away. He felt ashamed."
"How ashamed are you, Xiaolou? It would take a lot of eight palms to break up the Zhou family!"
"Hahahaha, not that much, Master Zuoxia exaggerated..."
When we walked out of Wulong Mountain, there were more than a hundred comrades. Everyone said goodbye to each other, cherished each other, and dispersed.
Snakes have snake paths and rats have rat nests. They all need a safe place to shelter from the wind, and naturally they will not be conspicuously gathered in one place.
Liu Xiaolou made a circle from the north and returned to Wuchao Town in the lower reaches of Wuchao River. He came to a secluded and dilapidated courtyard in the south of the town. He wandered around the corner for a while, found a rusty key, and unlocked the door.
With the sound of "squeaking" the door opened, a small courtyard appeared in front of you: in addition to the west-facing porch, there were three rooms in the north, south, and south. In the middle was a dripping patio the size of a piece of land, and a musty smell hit your face.
I haven’t been here for almost two years. The last time I came, I was still with the teacher. I remember the teacher said that he spent fifty taels of silver when he bought this place, and he only lived there three times, and today is the fourth time.
The big white goose took the initiative and took over the work of clearing cobwebs and pulling out weeds. Liu Xiaolou picked up the dusty broom and gave the three rooms a rough sweep, which was considered settled.
The Qingyu Sect launched a large-scale campaign to clear Wulong Mountain, and they didn't know how long the campaign would last. According to the practice of other sects, it would take as little as half a month and as long as a month. If no one could be wiped out, they would naturally leave. During this period of time, I have been a good citizen of Wuchao Town, and I just need to live a down-to-earth life and practice down-to-earth.
Liu Xiaolou went to the street, bought the necessities of life, carried back two loads of firewood, cleaned and filled the water tank, lit a fire and cooked a meal to fill his stomach, and then devoted himself to practice again.
The spring rain started falling again, dripping from the eaves on all sides, falling on the patio like a bead curtain, and then flowing into the central rain pool. The big white goose floated in the rain pool, lazily curling its head and neck under its wings.
Accompanied by the sound of rain, Liu Xiaolou held the spirit stone in his hand and began to attack the fifth point on the Jueyin meridian of his hand - Jianshi.
Now there are seven spiritual stones left in my hand. If there is no interruption, I can practice for about three and a half months, but I don't know which acupoints can be opened.
sixth? Or the seventh one?
