The heavens start from Maoshan

"No accident, I will leave after 300 years. After that, Mengmeng and Shengsheng will follow me to the upper realm, where there will be a more spacious stage."

"At home, it's up to you. As long as you don't randomly stand in line, the Zhenxian family will be prosperous for thousands of years, and before you leave, I will leave you with some tricks to suppress the bottom of the box. It is expected that no matter how chaotic the world is, it will not be chaotic." Come to this three-acre land."

The second brother nodded again.

didn't say anything

See him so.

Zhang Heng added another sentence: "You and I are at ease, but the elder brother's side may not be safe. I guess, he may have mixed up with Tiandaozong again at this time. In the future, if he comes to you, please Go out and help him, remember to refuse directly."

"Of course, I'm not leaving tomorrow. Let's take a look and see who is treating my elder brother as a fool." Having said that, Zhang Heng smiled in many places: "At that time, I will take out his soul , Turn him into a ghost, let him live forever and never be reincarnated."

Goo!

The second brother swallowed.

It's not that he hasn't seen villains.

But if you want to say evil, no one can make his scalp numb like his fourth brother.

Look at Zhang Heng's smiling face.

Brother Zhang is very fortunate that this is his fourth brother, not an opponent.

opponent's words.

He believed that Zhang Heng's method must be very cruel, because the longer he was in contact with, the more he could understand Zhang Heng's indifference in character.

In the eyes of this kind of people, life is just a number ticked off in a book.

But look back.

Brother Zhang's heart is very hot again.

Even if Zhang Heng has 1 bad things.

One thing is definitely good.

That means caring about those around you.

Although he didn't find out where Guanjiangkou was.

But since Zhang Heng talked about the upper realm, he wanted to recommend Lu Sheng to go to Guanjiangkou to practice. If he wanted to come, it must be very good there.

future.

It couldn't be said that like what the fourth child said, Lu Sheng made a name for himself in the upper realm, was named a heavenly official, a god general, and he could be taken to the upper realm to enjoy the blessings. Thinking about it, he was a little excited.

Chapter 465: There is a Goddess who gets dirty

drive!

drive!

There are three thousand states in the world.

One of them is named Yunzhou.

Yunzhou is most famous for three things, martial arts, spirits, and magic weapons.

This is not surprising.

Who made Yunzhou have a Yunwu Mountain, and from it, he stepped out of the world of the best, and pushed the strongest of the ancients and the modern.

nowadays.

Yunzhou is already the base of the martial arts lineage.

Look up.

Every family practiced martial arts, and everyone wore a sword.

There are ignorant teenagers who are mad and chaotic, vowing to cut the world's injustice.

There was an old man with missing teeth who broke grass into a sword and called himself the ninth in the world.

There is also Baiyun City, the holy place of martial arts.

And that, the Martial God of Baiyun who claims to have traversed the world for 500 years and was defeated only once [-] years ago.

"The sound of swords is in the air."

"Yunzhou, a good place."

Looking at the young heroes who rode past in groups of three or five.

Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo stick and hummed as he walked: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sun is high, so good, the wind is blowing, the little people come here, happy, happy and carefree..."

"Young man, you are very elegant."

Not long after gone.

There was laughter in front of me.

Zhang Heng looked up.

There is a small river in front of you, and there is a bonfire by the river. Sitting next to the bonfire is a middle-aged beggar who is drunk and is roasting something to eat.

"young?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "Time is not forgiving. You only see my body as young. In fact, I don't dare to talk about youth."

"Oh!"

The middle-aged beggar opened his hazy drunk eyes and looked Zhang Heng up and down for a moment: "It turned out to be the reincarnated old immortal, but the beggar lost his sight."

Done.

The middle-aged beggar untied the red gourd around his waist, raised his hand and threw it at Zhang Heng: "Next."

Zhang Heng waved his hand.

When the wine gourd fell in his hand, he instantly felt that the gourd weighed ten thousand catties.

"I have no other hobbies for beggars."

"One is to eat, the other is to drink, and the third is to make friends."

The beggar guarded the fire and said without raising his head, "Blessed are you, senior, the beggar chicken made by beggars is definitely the best in the world. If you don't dislike it, come and try it."

Zhang Heng has nothing to do with it.

He is a Taoist monk who eats all over the place.

Middle-aged people are homeless beggars who eat from all directions.

Who can despise who.

"Senior, your accent is not from Yunzhou, right?"

Zhang Heng stepped forward.

Put the wine gourd next to the beggar.

The beggar continued to play with the mud balls in the fire, and said casually: "You came at a wrong time. Recently, there is a rumor that people in the Taoist sect want to come to Yunzhou to preach, and there is no doubt that there will be a fight."

"yes."

Zhang Heng really didn't know.

Because of Buddhism or Taoism, he didn't care much about the princes who were facing each other right now.

"You don't know?" The beggar held a fire stick.

"I don't know." Zhang Heng shook his head affirmatively.

"Then do you know me?" the beggar asked again.

"do not know."

Zhang Heng's answer is still affirmative.

Say it to make a joke.

He lived in the mountains for a long time, and did not live in the world.

Not to mention middle-aged beggars.

He didn't even know what Cui Zhoumu in Shunzhou, where he was located, looked like or was called Cui, because he had never inquired about it.

The same is true for experts.

Today, a Jimuli pops up, and tomorrow a nirvana heavenly Buddhist monk pops up.

It's okay to have a big name, I've heard a few.

down.

The lesser name, he has never even heard of it, mainly because he doesn't care.

after all.

Zhang Heng couldn't figure out why he wanted to remember these people.

"I really don't know."

The beggar was a little bewildered.

Zhang Heng did not answer.

Just judging from the beggar's own words, he should be quite famous and belong to the famous masters in the Yunzhou Martial Arts Holy Land.

But he really doesn't know.

In the past, there were 30 Celestial Immortals and hundreds of Earth Immortals in Dali Realm, but now there are probably even more.

It's the Heaven Immortal Ranking and the Earth Immortal Ranking again.

The listeners are big.

Zhang Heng is old.

If this is the time when I just traveled to the Republic of China, I was eager to apprentice everywhere, and I heard about these high-profile guests on the immortal list.

Well now.

I had no interest at all, but seeing the beggar's astonished face, I replied, "Do you know me?"

The beggar looked at Zhang Heng for a long time.

Shaking his head, "I don't know."

Zhang Heng didn't care: "That's right, you don't know me, I don't know you, two strangers meet by chance, why do you have to know each other."

Think about it.

The beggar felt that this was very reasonable, and said happily: "Then let's get to know each other, my name is Huang Chuping, and everyone calls me a drunk beggar. Because I am idle and bored, I am the elder Keqing of Baiyun City. Friend, mind your own business."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng understood.

Daomen people want to extend their power to Yunzhou.

As the elder Keqing of Baiyun City, the sacred place of martial arts in Yunzhou, the beggar waited here for the people of the Taoist sect.

Then I waited for him and regarded him as a villain.

"My name is Zhang Heng."

Seeing that there was a misunderstanding, Zhang Heng also responded one or two: "I came from Anding Mansion in Shunzhou. This Anding Mansion used to be called Anding County. It's a small place, you may not have heard of it."

"As for me, I'm not a Taoist, nor anyone else. Xiaoyao San is the only one, and you don't have to be on guard against me."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng glanced at the mud egg on the fire: "Since you have identified the wrong person, do you still have my share of this called Huaji?"

Fragrant.

Make it.

The beggar chicken of the beggar is indeed an exclusive craftsmanship.

Delicious to say the least.

However, Zhang Heng didn't touch the wine gourd.