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Xikou Town.

The roads are crisscrossing north and south, streams meet east and west, mountains and forests are hidden away, and houses and streets are arranged in an orderly manner.

An ordinary town, a very ordinary place.

At midnight, a carriage swayed from far away, slowly driving into the streets of the town.

Wujiu was still sitting in front of the car, holding a whip, lowering his hat, and silently thinking about his thoughts.

In a blink of an eye, half a year passed. I don’t know if Qi Sanren came out of seclusion or whether he went to Huangyuan Mountain. After he learned about the incident in the sword tomb, would he come all the way?

Not to mention how the old Taoist deceived himself, he is a knowledgeable expert after all. If he meets him at this moment, he may be able to help him crack the elixir. However, when he is most embarrassed, he is always lonely and helpless. Damn Taoist, where is he at this moment?

The horse sniffed with his head raised and his sniffed.

Then someone scolded, "I'm blind and hit me. I can't let you go with it, bah--"

A fat woman passed by the car with a basket, turned her head and spat.

Wujiu sat in the car and staggered slightly, reached out to grab the reins and shook it. The horse calmly went down and continued to move forward. The horse's hooves pedaled on the bluestone slab. Although he pretended to be deaf and dumb, he still glanced at the scolding. Looking at the woman's back, he seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed secretly.

Everyone has their own persistence.

And that kind of hard maintenance is like a lonely embankment, always collapsed again and again under the impact of wind and waves.

Just like my promise not to kill a woman, it is real and simple. The woman named Zhu Qing and her Taoist couple died in her own hands.

Just like my wish, I just wanted to protect my parents and accompany my girls, but my family was destroyed and I was left alone and wandered around the world...

Wujiu thought of this and felt lonely. He reached out and lowered his hat, just thinking about staying away from this place as soon as possible.

And at this moment, someone spoke again: "Carrier, stop for me-"

A middle-aged man stood by the road and reached out to block the carriage. He was wearing a long gown, sparse beard, thin face, arrogant expression, and a faint power all over his body. He was clearly a monk on the sixth level of feather.

Since disguising himself, he has never dared to use his spiritual sense easily, but unexpectedly, there are even masters of immortality in the town!

Wujiu tightened the reins and was slightly stunned.

In the past, he did not take ordinary monks seriously. At this moment, he did not dare to be careless at all. The town is only a thousand miles away from Wanling Mountain. If you have a slight accident, it is no different from seeking death!

"I hired the cart, follow me-"

The middle-aged man gave an unquestionable order, turned around and left.

Not far ahead is a shop, with several burlap bags containing grain and dry goods placed in front of the door. A few pieces of marinated meat were piled on the ground. Another big truck was filled with goods. There was also a man who looked like a monk, yelling constantly.

That guy didn't see his flaws, but wanted to hire a big cart?

Wujiu was shocked and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at his dress and shook his head helplessly.

Isn’t it just a stance to drive a carriage through the streets and markets? If I had known this, I would rather abandon the carriage and ride it on a horse. It’s just that it’s too ostentatious and not conducive to hiding the body.

"I have something important to do, and I have another place to go..."

Wujiu couldn't help but refuse, and then he said something. The middle-aged man turned around and said fiercely: "Stop talking, I can't shorten your car money--"

"Haha, a car driver actually has something important to him. Could it be that he has hidden something!"

It was another monk in front of the shop door. His face was yellow, his smile was sarcastic, but his expression was not kind.

"Brother, brother, help you..."

A thirty-forty-year-old man ran over and reached out to grab the horse's bridle, and kept saying, "It's rare to have a fortune, I'm not grateful for the care of the two immortals!"

Wujiu hesitated for a moment and jumped out of the carriage.

"My name is Chen Huang, from Shenjia Village. That big cart is mine. Brother, where is the one from?"

The man who claimed to be in a dilapidated township helped lead the carriage while not forgetting to greet and laugh.

"I……"

"From Jiajia Village?"

"Um……"

"Haha, I guess it's right, do you recognize Jia Er? I'm familiar with him!"

"Jia Er at the west end of the village... recognizes it, recognize it!"

"Jia Er lives at the east end of the village. Has he moved?"

"Ah...yes..."

“What do you call it?”

"Jia...Jia Qi..."

"It turns out that it is Brother Jia Qi. Listen to me, that is Nian Shou Xianchang and Wu Jixianchang, so you must not offend..."

The carriage stopped in front of the shop door, and Chen Huang was busy again, helping to clean up the cart, and nodding at the two monks.

Wujiu had to throw down the whip and act like he was obedient. But his heart was full of complaints.

Disguised as a dressing for the convenience of travel, who would have thought that he would become a real coachman by accident. Now that things have come to this point, we can adapt to the situation!

But the two monks did not have any say anything, and each grabbed the mashed buns and meat pieces on the ground and threw them in the car. Then they ordered: "Let's go immediately!"

The carriages exchanged from the village are all available. In addition to a red horse, there are bags, ropes and other items used for daily use.

Chen Huang was very enthusiastic and helped tie the ropes together. Then he waved his hand and turned around to his own cart. The monk named Nian Shou was in the same cart as him. As the whip moved, the wheels pressed across the street and headed out of the town first.

"Haha, when will you wait until you have not left!"

Wu Ji, a monk with a yellow face, had short beards and a long black gown, laughing at all times, which seemed very unfathomable. His cultivation was only the seventh level of a feather. He sat cross-legged in the car, domineering. The place in front of the car was narrow and he occupied most of it.

Wujiu nodded and laughed, grabbed the bridle and led the carriage to walk. After a while, he sat in front of the car, grabbed the whip and whipped it out. As the tip of the whip was entangled, he hurriedly threw it.

"Jia Qi, don't you come from a coachman?"

Wujiu gave himself a false name, and Mr. Wu became Jia Qi. He was stunned. He finally shook his whip and threw it away with a crisp sound. The carriage immediately accelerated its castration. He then pretended to be skillful and hugged the whip in his arms, grinning and said, "How can I say this? Does the immortal master also know how to drive?"

Wu Ji sat cross-legged, looking sideways: "Look at you being clumsy, just say it casually!"

"hey-hey!"

Wujiu claimed to be both civil and military, and riding a horse and driving a car was not unfamiliar with him. However, he was a driver for a while and was naturally not as good as a veteran. He knew this well, smiled perfunctorily, and took the opportunity to ask, "Captain Immortal, where are you and I going?"

Wu Ji only felt a sour smell coming, which was sweating from his worn clothes. He avoided a little, and closed his eyes with disgust: "Wanling Mountain..."

Wujiu's face froze and he hurriedly lowered his hat and turned around.

Previously, he might have come for the magic sword of Wanling Mountain. It happened to change on the way and had to change his opinion. Now he was thinking of avoiding the place of right and wrong from afar, but he expected to drive a carriage to his door.

This is a coincidence, what luck!

Alas, don’t mention luck. Luck is stinky, and with a bit of bad taste, you will have expectations, and in the end it is still a bunch of shit...

Two carriages left the town and turned to the west. The boulevard was covered with weeds, and the horses ran very lightly. The gentle wind blew, which was refreshing.

But Wujiu's state of mind became increasingly uneasy. He wanted to throw off the carriage and left, but he was afraid of causing an accident and he would cause trouble. He had to pretend to be relaxed and secretly felt depressed.

At noon, stop and rest.

Nianshou and Wu Ji went to rest on their own, enjoying the clean water they carried with them and eating.

Chen Huang walked over with a cloth bag.

Wujiu was still busy letting go of the horse's belly belt and saddle bridle, and found a few handfuls of coarse grains and handfuls of grass from the back of the car and threw them on the ground. After he was packed, Chen Huang had already sat down nearby, took out a piece of cake from the cloth bag and signaled: "Brother, try my wife's skills!"

"Thank you, I'm not hungry..."

Wujiu wanted to refuse, but then he glanced up again, reached out to take the cake, and sat down leaning on the wheel.

"Haha, brothers Jia Qi don't know. Xian Chang is the most generous in taking action. Good luck today..."

Chen Huang was very excited when he nibbled the pancake. He didn't forget to use his hands to pick the crumbs of the pancake and stick out his tongue to lick it clean. Even so, he still didn't idle in his mouth: "Jia Er and I both drove the car to make a living, and we have known each other for many years..."

Wujiu was very taboo about the word "luck" and was even more afraid of asking about the human nature of Jiajia Village. He bit his cake and turned his head to avoid it, and then looked at the two monks not far away.

Chen Huang was still very intimate and said to himself: "Brother Jia Qi, I recognize your cart, you and Jia Er..."

Wujiu was still absent-minded and quickly grinned in a voice: "That's my brother. I think I'm going out and it's not easy to live, so I helped me make a living..." He said he brought this place and said: "Brother Chen is a senior in this way, so why don't you give me some advice!"

Chen Huangle said: "So that's it, haha..."

Wujiu took the opportunity to stand up, claiming convenience, turned around and bypassed the cart, facing the fields alone, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, his heart moved again. The two monks not far away seemed to look inexplicable. He hurriedly avoided a few steps to untied his clothes and put on a convenient posture. The secret jokes still rang out intermittently-

"Junior Brother Nian, I always feel that kid is wrong."

"Haha, just a country coachman!"

"Well, although he is sour and smelly and vulgar, his bones are condensed and his breath is long..."

"He may be suitable for practicing, so what can he do? If he does not enter Lingshan, he will not be able to obtain immortal skills or inheritance, he will eventually be an ordinary person!"

"Even so, I still feel strange! The master's sect ordered you and me to station in Xikou Town, not without reason!"

"Senior brother is too worried! The master sent an order, and the disciples from all sides retreated to set up defenses, and ordered you and me to buy food and food. However, it was inconvenient to carry it, so they had to hire a big cart..."

"It may not be the truth that the thief appears at the place where the ancient nest and the trench are bounded by the thief..."

"Why do you and I have to worry about the senior masters of all families gather in Wanling Mountain? And if it is in your opinion, where is the thief at this time? Haha..."

"Thieves..."

After the monks were reborn, they had the means of communicating with the world, and still had the reincarnation of the five grains. They became the foundation-building Taoist, and their bodies were formed by heaven and earth. The desire to be in their mouths was still there, but they were gradually far away from the food of fireworks. When the spirit liquefied pills and became human immortals, the eight evils were not diligent, the five elements were connected, and their spiritual power was constantly renewed and their vitality was continued. In other words, when they reached the state of food, clouds, drinking, defecation, and sleeping, they could be regarded as the legendary immortal.

Therefore, Wujiu has not urinated for a long time. Facing the scenery of the fields and the wind is pleasant. At this time, he suddenly had a urination battle...
Chapter completed!