Changsheng: I have been in Jiaofang Division for thousands of years

"That's right, this medicine is left by a hermit to my father. It can not only nourish the body, but also prolong life. Night battles... Uh, that, sir, this is your wine, please take it well."

Liu Quan spoke excitedly, but almost bald in the end.

Coincidentally, Xiao Er came over with three jugs of wine, so he quickly covered up his embarrassment.

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Mu took the jug: "Shopkeeper, I came to Linshui City ten years ago, and I heard that the best brothel in our city is Baihuafang, is it still there?"

"Of course, the guest officer wants to go and see?"

"No need, shopkeeper, young people must exercise restraint, that medicine is not a panacea, you have to fight all sides every day and night, no matter how much medicine you take, it will be useless."

Zhao Mu chuckled, turned around and left the tavern.

Xiaoer leaned forward: "Shopkeeper, did you go to Baihua Pavilion again yesterday?"

"Go, go, what are you talking about, when has this shopkeeper been to that kind of place?" Liu Quan looked embarrassed.

"When you smell the powder on your body, it almost kills you."

"I have to remind you that my wife is coming back from her mother's house tonight, so don't let her smell you, or she will run after you all over the street with a kitchen knife."

"Oh my dear, why did you forget about this, you stare at the front first, I have to take a shower and change clothes quickly, that tigress can really kill people!"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Liu Quan hopped and ran towards the backyard.

Xiao Er's face was calm, he was no longer surprised by this scene.

After Zhao Mu left Linshui City, he ran the upper part of the "Dream Heart Sutra", "Floating Life Like a Dream Heart Sutra", turning himself into nothingness.

Now his cultivation base has been greatly improved. After turning into nothingness, he no longer needs to be confined to the same place, but can already walk while exercising, but the walking speed is very slow.

But that's fine.

Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry, it was equivalent to retreating and practicing while walking.

Moreover, he can always transform himself into nothingness, and he can also prevent the turtle spirit and the black flood dragon from noticing his own existence, killing two birds with one stone.

Zhao Mu walked along the Canglan River, all the way to the source in the west.

For ten years, he walked or stopped, and saw all the phenomena of the world of mortals and the various states of the world.

As shopkeeper Liu once said, the sudden change of the Canglan River did have a huge impact on the people along the coast at the beginning.

But now that the emperor is holy and the government is clear, it cannot be said that there are no corrupt officials, but at least most officials still dare not care about the lives of ordinary people.

Therefore, with the help of the imperial court, most of the people along the Canglan River have found new jobs and returned to normal life.

In fact, there are still a large number of people who rely on the Canglan River for food.

Indeed, the stagnant Canglan River was no longer able to fish and transport, but those ships that were fixed on the river became a wonderful scenery of the Jin Dynasty.

Every day from all over the country, a large number of tourists come to watch the Canglan River, which leads to many profitable businesses.

Some people opened inns;

Some sold souvenirs;

There are even some common people who specialize in making a living similar to later generations, tour groups.

Zhao Mu remembered that when Zhou Yuniang was a child, when he was telling stories to the other party, he also mentioned some modern things.

It seems that Zhou Yuniang has not forgotten, and was even inspired to guide the people to put those things into practice.

But on the other hand, we can also see the tenacity of the people.

Ordinary people do not have the means to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and their individual strength is far inferior to that of a cultivator.

But in the face of great changes, they can always find a way to live tenaciously, and pass it on from generation to generation without end.

Ten years later.

Zhao Mu finally approached the Canglan Mountains.

Looking up, you can see a huge mountain range, half of which is covered by clouds and mist.

And among the clouds and mist, a small river that seemed to flow down from the nine heavens meandered to Zhao Mu's feet, and then flowed all the way to the east, gradually forming the magnificent Canglan River.

Coming here, Zhao Mu could already clearly feel that there was a terrible sense of oppression between the heaven and the earth.

He knew that the Black Flood Dragon should be nearby, moving slowly and continuously.

And that terrible sense of oppression should be caused by the wrestling between the two sides as the black flood dragon leads the national destiny.

This sense of oppression is too great, and it has even affected Zhao Mu's perception, making him unable to sense the exact location of the black flood dragon.

Suddenly, a rush of horseshoes came from the front left.

Zhao Mu looked up and saw that it was a group of more than a hundred cavalrymen, guarding a luxury carriage, approaching the Canglan River.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and three maids came down from the carriage.

The maid walking in the middle held a small fist-sized turtle in her slender hands, which was clearly a turtle spirit.

The maid on the left is holding an umbrella to shade the turtle spirit.

And the maid on the right is holding a plate of grapes, picking one off from time to time and feeding it into the turtle spirit's mouth.

Zhao Mu couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it: "This son of a bitch really knows how to enjoy it."

Chapter 115

The cavalry dismounted, and each took out a palm-sized black bell from their pockets.

They stand in a certain position, holding a bell in one hand and holding a seal with the other.

Judging by the proficiency, it is obvious that he has practiced many times.

At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth:

"Grandson Gui, what are you doing here? This king will be able to reach the source of the Canglan River in another 40 years. Why, are you here to congratulate me in advance for turning water into a dragon?"

"Congratulations? Hehe, four-legged snake, I haven't seen you in decades, you are still so narcissistic, it's ridiculous!"

The turtle spirit lay in the maid's palm, raised its head and laughed.

"Aren't you the same?"

Hei Jiao snorted coldly: "When you were in the endless wasteland, you liked to stick it on women. I didn't expect that in this Great Jin Dynasty, you still remained stubborn."

"This king has always felt strange. You said that you are a dead tortoise, but why do you like human women? Shouldn't your lust be used on female tortoises?"

"What do you know, you four-legged snake, you don't understand style!"

"Uncle Turtle, let me tell you that human women are the best in the world when they are soft and charming. Otherwise, why would those vixen and rabbit spirits turn into beauties? Isn't it because male monsters also like human women?"

Gui Ling stretched his head and sneered.

Hearing the words secretly, Zhao Mu always felt that this guy was talking nonsense.

It was the first time he had heard that the fairy turned into a human to seduce the male monster.

But after thinking about it, this guy's nonsense seems to have some truth.

After all, a woman looks like a person who pleases herself, so don't female monsters also have to look like a male monster?

Well, I admit that my thoughts have been polluted by that bastard grandson!

At this time, Gui Ling spoke again: "Four-legged snake, to tell you the truth, all the materials for refining the formation base have been collected, and now there is only one fight of national luck, and Mr. Turtle can start refining. Today, Mr. Turtle is here to extract the national fortune." of."

He suddenly flew into the air, his small eyes staring at the void in front of him: "Tsk tsk, now [-]% of the national fortune of the Great Jin Dynasty has been brought here by you, your cultivation is really not to be underestimated."

"But this is the best way. There are strong national fortunes gathered near the Canglan Mountains, which is suitable for me to draw, Mr. Turtle. Hehe, I have to thank you very much for talking about this."

Gui Ling smiled cheaply, and looked down at the cavalry below: "Shake Feng Tianling, activate the Zhenxu Guiyuan Formation, and let me seal all the national fortunes of this world, hurry up!"

"Yes, Lord Holy Spirit Turtle!"

Hundreds of cavalrymen agreed in unison, and immediately mobilized their true energy and poured it into the bell.

clang clang...

The next moment, all the Feng Tianlings began to shake by themselves, making crisp and penetrating sounds.

This kind of ringtone seemed to contain shocking power, and where the sound passed, the sky and earth near the Canglan Mountains suddenly rippled with waves.

Countless cyan mist emerged, which was obviously the materialized national destiny.

"What a powerful method, it can actually make the national destiny manifest!"

Zhao Mu was surprised.

"Grandson, do you dare?"

With an angry roar, a hundred-foot-high black dragon suddenly appeared on the Canglan River in front of him.

Hei Jiao's body was entwined with countless silk threads, and those threads stretched into the void, pulling a large amount of cyan national luck on his body.

But at this moment, the overwhelming bells are vying for the fate of the country with the black flood dragon.

The black flood dragon was extremely angry, how much the country's luck would be drawn by running the water and gaining momentum would determine his future achievements after transforming into a dragon.

Now, if he is robbed of one point of national fortune, then his strength after transforming into a dragon will be weaker in the future. How can he not be angry?

"Roar!"

The black dragon roared furiously, its huge body stood upright, and countless silk threads tightened with his movements, and the void vibrated when it was pulled.

And the cavalry who shook Feng Tianling vomited blood one by one.

Obviously even with the help of Feng Tianling and the power of the formation, they still couldn't compete with the black flood dragon.

Gui Ling's face changed slightly: "Damn it, I seem to have underestimated him a bit. It took Master Gui 20 years to refine these Feng Tianlings, but now he still can't completely suppress him. Do you really need me to do it?"

If it is not necessary, he really does not want to do it directly.

Because the black flood dragon has the body of the national destiny now, if the turtle spirit attacks directly, it will immediately be backlashed by the national destiny.

Not only would it not be able to hurt the Black Flood Dragon, but it would injure him severely.

But now it seems that it is impossible for him not to act.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Turtle, I'm only temporarily suppressing him, and I won't really attack him. I shouldn't be too much backlashed by the fate of the country, right?"

Gui Ling lacked confidence, but still gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

I saw his small body flying high into the sky, suddenly inflated rapidly, and turned into a giant tortoise hundreds of feet in size in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The giant tortoise roared fiercely, its huge body suddenly fell, and its soles stomped hard on the head of the black flood dragon.

"Grandson, you are courting death!"

The black flood dragon roared angrily, and the huge national fortune around him suddenly turned upside down, turning into a cloud of blue auspicious clouds, and actually supported the giant turtle directly.

At the same time, streaks of cyan mist wrapped around the giant tortoise's body along the soles of its feet, actually dyeing its body cyan.

"Ah, it hurts so much, Mr. Turtle."

The turtle spirit was in extreme pain, and his huge body was shaking violently. It was obvious that the fate of the country had greatly hurt him.

But with his suppression, the cavalry stabilized.

I saw them shaking Feng Tianling faster, and the Zhenxu Guiyuan Formation shook, unexpectedly forming a big hand in the void.

Stretching out his big hand, he continuously grabbed the cyan national fortunes one after another, scattered them and poured them into hundreds of Feng Tianlings.

The black flood dragon was furious like thunder, but there was nothing he could do.

Of course, Gui Ling was also uncomfortable. Under the constant erosion of the national fortune, he felt that his body was about to collapse.

But neither of them noticed that at this time, some of the national fortunes on the edge seemed to be attracted by something, and actually drifted to a certain place in the Canglan River, and then disappeared out of thin air.

A moment later, hundreds of Feng Tianlings had been filled with national luck, and the cavalry quickly closed the Zhenxu Guiyuan Formation.

Gui Ling also heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly retreated, becoming the size of a fist again, and landed in the maid's palm.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, apparently seriously injured.

"Damn Xipi, the loss this time is a bit big, and it actually hurt the source. It seems that in the next two to thirty years, I have to rest and recuperate, otherwise there will be hidden wounds that cannot be recovered."

"Grandson Gui, today's business is not over, and half of the country's fortune has been taken away from me. Just wait for me. When I turn into a real dragon, I will definitely swallow you alive."