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In the evening, the boat docked.

The so-called Tianshui Town is extremely remote. The boat follows the tributary of Yishui to a small river. Between the lush forests, the hundreds of families on the hillside and a bluestone street are the whole picture of the entire Tianshui Town.

A group of five people got ashore.

Wujiu and Gu Li and the other two have been together for nearly a day and have become much more familiar with each other. Although Gu Li still feels disdainful, he might as well take the opportunity to get close to each other.

Gu Li claimed to be of extraordinary talent. He received guidance from experts when he was young, so he has been practicing until now. In order to further improve his status, visiting Lingxia Mountain was his best choice.

Tao Zi was born into a wealthy family, but he was unwilling to be at peace and was happy to travel around, and he was even more happy to seek immortals and visit the Tao. Now he has achieved some success, so he feels at ease with this Tao and is determined to become an immortal.

The red girl is the daughter of a farmer family. She originally lived a dull life. By chance, she met Tao Zi and tried to practice under the persuasion of the other party. She was quite interested. She simply went to Lingshan with her to become a disciple and practice immortality.

From the above three people, only by understanding the way to collect qi and refining qi can we be considered the first entry method, and it is divided into nine levels based on different cultivation levels. Among them, Gu Li's fifth level cultivation is the highest, Mu Shen is a little later, Tao Zi and Hong Nu are at the bottom. Wujiu kept silent about his own cultivation, and when he asked anxiously, he responded to "Zhihu". Those irrelevant words are also intimidating!

"Everyone, what if it's too late today, how about resting for a night?"

Gu Li took the lead in walking towards the town on the hillside and made a statement. Seeing that everyone praised him, he pointed to the front and said, "The house on the hillside is the Shangguan family..."

Wujiu stood on the shore and looked up.

The red clouds are everywhere, and the scenery is magnificent. Under the faint mist of the mountains, the lush town adds a bit of charm. When I came, the boat was slanted alone, but the white lanterns on it were still there, which looked a little dazzling. There was also a person who always stayed at the left and right, looking very concerned!

Wujiu hurriedly carried the package tightly, walked straight to Gu Li's side, and asked with a smile: "Brother Gu, is there an inn here for rest?" Before the other party answered, Mushen indeed followed him without taking the opportunity and said at the right time: "There is an inn on the hillside, which is exclusively for monks to live..."

The small town is quiet and there are few pedestrians.

Following the bluestone street, I arrived at the accommodation after an incense stick.

Tianshui Inn is located at the end of the street and is surrounded by more than a dozen bungalows. Although it is simple, it is surrounded by ancient wood. However, such a remote place is full of customers. With the convenience of the shopkeeper, a guest room was squeezed out. The monks are not polite and will only spend one night.

The guest room is at the east end of the courtyard, next to two big trees with branches and leaves at the door. Before nightfall, the surroundings are dark. The man opened the door and a group of five men entered one after another. Under the light of the oil lamp, the situation in the room is clear at a glance. Five wooden couch walls are placed, and there is a wooden table and several stools. There is nothing else but it is better to be a refreshing and clean!

Everyone agreed to go to Shangguan's house to pay gold and silver tomorrow morning and set off for a long journey through the teleportation array. Then Gu Li guarded the door, Tao Zi, Hongnu and Mushen in the middle, and each did not say much. They all sat cross-legged on the couch and closed their eyes to rest. Only Wujiu was squeezed in the corner, and his face was bitter alone.

It’s time for supper, why don’t these people eat or drink?

If you don’t get water and rice for a day, you will starve to death. Let’s wait for a while and then make a decision later.

Wujiu sat on the couch and was silently enlightened. After a while, he turned around, took off his tattered long gown, opened the package and took it clean and replaced it. After he was ready to clean it up, he suddenly turned around.

Someone on the couch next door looked at it quietly, and then he pretended to be unintentionally closed his eyes.

Wujiu walked to the wooden table with a long gown and sat down. He took out a needle and thread to sew patiently. This situation could not be hidden from the few companions present. Tao Zi and the red girl looked at each other, while Gu Li shook his head slightly. Mushen no longer pretended, but his expression added doubts.

There are often monks who do not do their jobs, but few monks who know how to use female red. They even sew clothes. What's the point?

Wujiu was a little clumsy, but he was very meticulous with one needle and one eye. Half an hour passed and finally repaired the hole in the long gown. He picked it up and looked at it, smiled proudly, put it back on the couch, then turned around and walked in square steps, opened the door, and walked out.

The four remaining people in the room were all a little surprised and stopped sitting quietly and working hard. They looked at each other and looked at me, but no one could figure out the situation. Logically speaking, there was a tacit understanding between the companions, and if there were people who acted alone, they should have known each other. Unexpectedly, the man was free and easy and left without saying goodbye.

Mushen took the opportunity to stay and hurried out: "Fellow Daoist Wu has just arrived, so he can't have an accident. I'll take care of you..."

Gu Li and the other two were unwilling to do anything, so they continued to rest.

Mushen walked out the door and looked around intently.

At this time, the night was deep and the courtyard was quiet. There was no one in the distance, and even the surrounding guest rooms were closed. Only the lights were still on in the wine shop at the gate, and there were faint laughter.

Mushen took out a talisman and held it in his palm, raised his foot and walked forward slowly.

All the monks living in the inn are from Shangguan’s house, but they are just about having luck or seeking a fairy fate. Occasionally, the guests are full, which is reasonable. Those who are determined to practice immortals pay attention to not being addicted to their desires. Therefore, there are few people who eat and drink in the inn’s wine shops...

Mushen walked to the door of the restaurant and was slightly surprised.

It was indeed deserted in the wine shop. There was only one friend and one guest in the hall with four or five tables.

However, the guest was the friend Wu Dao whom he was thinking about. He was still ruthless at the pot of chicken and a plate of steamed buns in front of him, and he also praised from time to time: "This is a pheasant in the mountains, it tastes delicious..."

The guy leaned against the counter and smiled, "Immortal, have a good understanding!"

"Haha! Whether it is mountain delicacies or wild game, it is not difficult to distinguish. If it is dog meat, I can distinguish male and female by the taste..."

"The immortal chief is an expert among them. Do you want to have a pot of wine..."

"I'm not good at drinking! Fellow Daoist...Are you hungry too? Guy, serve with chopsticks and spoons..."

No matter what others were, Wujiu was really hungry. After sewing the long gown, he went straight to the wine shop. It happened that there were stewed pheasants on the stove, which was the midnight snack prepared by the friend. He just asked for it and ate it happily. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of someone outside the door and quickly spoke out for an invitation.

Mushin was still standing outside the door and looked at it, his face slightly calmer. After a while, he raised his foot into the winery: "I am fasting, and I am not fed with fireworks..." He said this, but walked to the table and sat down slowly.

Wujiu stopped the biting chicken legs and suddenly said, "Ah... I understand, fasting means not eating!" He remembered that some practitioners in the capital were often so hungry that they were dizzy, and they called "fasting".

The guy came up and said with a compliment: "Does this immortal prince have a cup of tea?"

Mushen said without hesitation: "I will talk to you, don't be close to you!"

The guy shook his head and turned around to hide aside.

Wujiu glanced up and smiled, "What advice do you have..." He shook his hand, grabbed a steamed bun and ate it, and did not forget to sip chicken soup. "Huh, Huh" was very sweet.

Mushen dodged the splashing soup backwards, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Not to mention anything else, I only want the relics left by my master..."

After one steamed bun was left, another steamed bun was held in his hand. Wujiu asked curiously: "Where does your mouth move, how come your voice comes from?"

Mushin looked sarcastic and angry: "Do you don't even know how to transmit the message, don't pretend to be confused!"

Oh, it turns out that it is a voice transmission, it looks so magical! It’s like a mountain across the road. It seems that there are so many things to learn in the future!

Wujiu lowered his head and drank the soup, bit the steamed bun, and smiled as usual: "Can you talk about your master so that I can gain more knowledge..."

Mushen's eyes were cold. After a moment, he exhaled a breath and looked at the situation in the winery: "If you can return the relics, what can you do if you tell them truthfully? My master..."

He hesitated for a moment and revealed an unknown past.

It was one night three years ago. When Mushen passed through Wanhun Valley, he suddenly encountered Zombie. Life and death were about to happen, so he begged for mercy. He thought he was doomed, but Zombie showed mercy, but he asked for blood and food to worship him, and made him keep his mouth shut...

"I had to take him as my teacher to avoid causing a murder. He was originally a senior of the Immortal Taoist Taoist, and was accidentally robbed, so he was forced to practice the zombie and ghost Taoist Tao. In time, he would definitely become a master who shocked the country, but he didn't want to die in your hands, hum..."

Mu Shen said this and turned to Wujiu: "At least I had a relationship with him as a master and apprentice, and now I can only ask for the remains to be returned as a memory. Please be tolerant and Mu is grateful..." His expression was sincere, his words were sincere, his fair face, and his decent behavior were difficult for people to refuse.

After Wujiu finished eating the steamed buns, he drank a pot of soup and rubbed his round belly, sighed: "It's rare to have a full meal..." He seemed to be hungry and cold for a long time, and he was quite satisfied with the full meal. It can be seen that the wandering over the past two years is really pitiful, but he turned a blind eye to the posture someone had shown and said to himself: "I almost died in Wanhun Valley. Who do you think I've provoked whom..."

Mushin's eyes twitched: "What's going on now, what should I do?"

Wujiu raised his hand and greeted, "I'll give you another plate of steamed buns. If there is beef, weigh two pounds. I'll pack it and take it away..." The guy responded, turned around and walked out. He turned to look at the person opposite the table, smiled, and then said, "You really want to take Gu Li and others to Lingxia Mountain?"

Such speeches are rising and falling, and the semantics are obscure, but they always seem to have some meaning. Even those who are good at brains are at a loss.

Mu Shen changed his mind and replied: "The teleportation array of Shangguan's family can teleport up to five people at a time. How can there be a false sense of such sincerity..."

Wujiu asked again: "How many relics did Master Ling leave?"

Mu Shen was silent for a moment and said truthfully: "I don't know the details, but it is undoubtedly the most treasure of the immortal family..."

The guy sent a greasy paper bag with steamed buns and cooked beef.

Wujiu took the paper bag and said freely: "Remember it in the account of Room No. 7 of Tianzi!" After saying that, he stood up and raised his foot and left.

Mushen quickly got up and chased after him. In a blink of an eye, he arrived outside the yard and reached out and said, "Wait, return my treasure..."

Wujiu suddenly stopped and grabbed two animal skin talismans from his empty left hand. He said with confidence: "I don't know what's going on! Do you want me to tell the truth about the Ten Thousand Soul Valley before you can give up..."

Mu Shen naturally knew the truth about the Wanhun Valley. This was also what he always cared about, so he did not dare to press too much. But he was not surprised at this time and said in a lost voice: "The Human Immortal Sword Talisman..."

Seeing that the tricks were useful, Wujiu took the opportunity to turn around and leave.

Why can't I tell which one is the sword talisman? Could it be that the so-called human immortal sword talisman is even more powerful? If I had known this, I would have asked Qi Sanren to ask for advice on how to use it, and now I don't know anything.

Alas, this path is long and arduous...

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