Legend of the Cultivation God

The 367th chapter of the tragedy on the road

Qiuju smiled and said: "Where did I know this? I asked him at the time. I don't know his name. How can I tell Qiu Tong? The disciple said that as long as Qiu Tong looks at this letter, I think. If you think about it, you won’t ask again."

"This way," Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile: "Hey, let's not know if we look at it now?"

Qiuju took a look at Zhang Xiaohua and said: "Small flower, you are not a former child. How can you say that these are not marginal words? Not to mention that this is the privacy of Qiu Tong's sister. Without her consent, you can't open it. Look, and, as you know, this may be a suicide note from a disciple. You don’t take it to Sister Qiu Tong, and you can easily open it yourself. Isn’t it a shameful in the spirit of heaven?”

Zhang Xiaohua stunned and said, "The autumn school sister's lesson is that although I just said that I played it, I didn't think so much. You can rest assured that I must put these two things. Receive it, wait until I see Sister Qiu Tong and hand it over to her!"

After that, Zhang Xiaohua carefully took the envelope, and the small carton, the man in his arms, said: "Sister Qiuju, it is not early, I am gone."

Qiuju smiled and said: "Well, go, you are careful all the way, if it is possible, come back and tell me their situation."

"Okay, sister Qiuju."

"Don't throw things away."

"I know, no problem."

After that, Zhang Xiaohua waved his hand and walked into the snow floating in the night.

Qiuju walked to the door and watched Zhang Xiaohua walk to the door of the small courtyard. The turn disappeared. This closed the door and sighed deeply.

After a while, the lights in the autumn chrysanthemums went out and everything fell into the darkness.

Zhang Xiaohua came out of the house of Qiuju and turned over the wall. First, the bandit walked for a while. Then he jumped out from the ground and used the floating technique to return to the inn. When he came out from the Tunxi Mountain Villa, he also used the gods to observe. For a moment, no one was watching at the entrance of Tunxi Mountain Villa. Perhaps as Qiuju said, such a night is the New Year, and the people of the Daoist League must be bored.

Back to the inn's cabin, Zhang Xiaohua took the letter and the carton carefully out of his arms, and then put it into the space of the purse with his knowledge. Then he sat down and digested the information he just got. Take out the Yuanshi and practice the worry-free heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Xiaohua played Beidou Shenquan outside, and took Huanhuan to the courtyard. He went back to the house to enlighten the heavens, until the sky was bright, and the room next door heard some movement, and then he went out and scorned Nie. Qian's door.

The small orange that opened the door saw Zhang Xiaohua. I was very happy and asked: "Yong Gongzi, have you done everything?"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "Where, I haven't done it yet, but I went out yesterday."

Putting Zhang Xiaohua into the house, Nie Qianxi asked: "In this case, isn’t Big Brother going to do things today?"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded: "Yes, Miss Nie is smart, I am here to say goodbye."

"I don't know if I have to go to the big brother for a few days?" Nie Qianyu asked anxiously.

"This is the case," Zhang Xiaohua frowned and said: "Things are more complicated, and I am not sure. It is estimated that it will take at least ten days."

"Ah? So long?" Nie Qianxi almost cried out.

Zhang Xiaohua saw it well and smiled bitterly: "That's no way, Miss Nie, it's not a trifle. It's still underestimated in ten days. Maybe it's twenty days. But this is the distance from Pingyang City. Hecheng and Mo Zhencheng are far away. Even if the people who chase you are sent a lot of people, they will not catch up here, unless they will be able to calculate the magic, then there is no way."

"Oh, even if it is a magical calculation, isn't it still being played by a big brother?" Nie Qian said with a smile.

Zhang Xiaohua touched her nose and said, "I am just so god. Don't praise the brother so much."

"呸" Nie Qianxi couldn't help but take a sip and immediately blushed.

"Ren Gongzi, you can rest assured, here I am waiting for Miss, there will be no mistakes," said the little orange next to him.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua’s heart moved, this...this plot seems to be very familiar, like the words used in the romance novel.

Zhang Xiaohua dazzled, even the channel: "Oh, huh, huh, okay, I am going to do things on Huanhuan, you are all careful, if you have nothing to try to go out, oh, I forgot, you It’s nothing to go out and estimate."

“Why is this?” Nie Qian’s face is puzzled.

"Even if you go out, the bullies in this city can't see you!"

"Ah? What do you mean?" The little orange looked confused.

Zhang Xiaohua explained, "Well, the silver money of the inn has been put a lot yesterday, it should be enough for a month, OK, you stay, I am leaving, right, what is the taste of yesterday's dumplings? ”

When I finished, I turned around and seemed to be afraid to stay here for a while.

Sure enough, before he went to the door, the little orange muttered: "It’s strange that Ren Gongzi is so good. The taste of the dumplings yesterday is really good. How can he think about it now?"

Over there, Nie Qianxi has already understood something, his eyes wide open, his soft words are a bit high, and he said: "Ren Xiaoyao, you dare say that we are not beautiful!!!"

Zhang Xiaohua listened, and his feet kept on, and he was not like a floating body. He smiled and said: "Miss Nie, you are jealous of me, I have not said."

The small orange next to it is also a strange saying: "When did the son of the son say?"

Nie Qian’s footsteps: "I didn’t mean that the bullies in the city didn’t look at us? You didn’t understand this girl?”

"Ah? Ren Xiaoyao..." The little orange is not called Ren Gongzi anymore. If you talk nonsense, the girl’s face is most cherished. If you say this, can you not worry about it?

The two chased the door, Zhang Xiaohua had already spurred four, but only left a string of cow-like footprints on the thick snow, and a burst of laughter came from afar.

Surprisingly, the two people who chased out were not angry. They muttered to themselves: "Look at the people who do this, and the jokes are so deep, even the laughter is fascinating."

Hey, if Zhang Xiaohua heard it, wouldn’t it be directly planted from the four?

The road from Pingyang City to Luzhen is not close. Although the four are not running slow, it is a heavy snow all over the place. It is impossible to go back without three or four days. Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua is not in a hurry. Guo Zuoz is in front, and four or five years have passed. Why bother?

So, in the snow of the sky, on the quiet avenue, Zhang Xiaohua sat on his knees and looked at his body, closed his eyes and practiced.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohua wants to cultivate the most heavenly way. The taste of the enlightenment heaven is just like the taste of the marrow. It is difficult for Zhang Xiaohua to give up. However, since the last time the Beidou Shenquan practiced to the ninth floor, every time it was played There will be a flow of quenched bones, but there will be no target in the later cultivation. At that time, he took the opportunity to think again and then played it again from the end to the end. However, the inversion of this boxing method does not need to endorse, you only need to recite it one word at a time. Therefore, he has not been free to consider carefully, which can be used from Pingyang City to Luzhen all the way.

The Beidou Shenquan 100-eight-eight style has already left a deep impression on Zhang Xiaohua’s mind. The villain who will fight boxing has not appeared for a long time, but this time it is not difficult to re-remember, so Zhang Xiaohua is here. In the mind, all the hundred and eight styles are taken apart. I want to reassemble these moves, take the last move of the move first, and then connect the other one hundred and seven moves one by one to this move, but All the moves have passed, and there is no one trick that can be connected!

Zhang Xiaohua could not help but frown. Isn’t his own thoughts wrong, or do you have to find new boxing tricks from many martial arts boxing? Well, it is possible that the European big lord did not say that the big Sunday star punch is three hundred and sixty moves, and that this Beidou Shenquan is only one hundred and eight styles, and there are still many missing.

However, in this case, there is a problem. Since the boxing can still extract the moves, why did you not find them for the first time?

This is really a problem, Zhang Xiaohua could not help but open his eyes and use his fingers to lick his own eyebrows.

At this time, suddenly a rush of "jingle" from behind, a carriage chased from behind, Zhang Xiaohua slightly turned back, there is a small triangular flag on the car, it is the word "fast" Zhang Xiaohua smiled and laughed at the head of Huanhuan. He walked to the side of the avenue and let the road come out. Huanhuan just let go, the carriage came up. When he was in parallel with Zhang Xiaohua, the coachman also looked at Zhang Xiaohua and gently nodded. Zhang Xiaohua also smiled and smiled, but at this moment, he heard a cat. The screams came from under the carriage, and Zhang Xiaohua was swept away. It was a dirty cat that was run over by the wheel of the carriage and tumbling under the carriage. The driver seemed to have heard it, and his brow was wrinkled. The reins in the hand were tight, and the carriage was about to be pulled. Immediately, his hand was released again, his wrists were shaking, and the sound of the "drive" in his mouth was still whizzing away, and he did not stop for half a moment.

Above the snow, the poor cat turned over and over and finally did not move. The white belly that had been tarnished turned up, the two hind legs curled up, twitching and pumping, one front leg on the chest. The other front leg is lifted up high, and it seems to want to catch something.

Upon seeing it, Zhang Xiaohua quickly stopped four, and jumped from above, a residual image, and went to the cat's front, but when he knelt down and wanted to watch it carefully, the cat stretched its front legs slowly. Shrinked back, gradually retracted to the chest, and the eyes of the cat looking at the sky, slowly turning to Zhang Xiaohua, the clear eyes flashed a trace of hatred, the forepaws stretched out again, then the eyes became cloudy Slowly closed my eyes, my legs are still twitching, slowly, slowly, and stopped.