Wuming was confused. With his extremely simple head, he could not tell what the relationship between the three religions and five sects was. He was neither like a friend nor an enemy. There was no conflict between the eight factions themselves. However, the friction between the small gangs under the eight factions occurred from time to time, and there were many bloody conflicts.

Although sometimes I feel that this has nothing to do with him and it seems that there is no need to worry about such idiots, Wuming can't control his brain because all the worldly things he sees in his eyes are as different from his previous cognition.

Wuming's understanding of this world mainly comes from Cheng Huaibao and Mr. Zhong, but what they said is fundamentally like two different worlds.

Cheng Huaibao said that everyone in this world is selfish and should live for themselves, and living freely is practical. Mr. Zhong said that people should do good deeds and that people should help each other.

However, along the way, Wuming discovered that this world seemed to be more like Cheng Huaibao described, a selfish world where people cannibalize.

For a moment, Wuming could no longer tell which was right and which was wrong. He himself was more inclined to what Mr. Zhong said, which ironically, worldly things always ruthlessly confirmed Cheng Huaibao's words.

Cheng Huaibao only used two words to describe Wuming's confusion - boredom.

He is different from Wuming. This kid really does nothing to do. Not only does he care about anything, he also often persuades Wuming: "No matter how much he is, as long as we brothers are delicious and spicy, it's okay."

He also really did what he said, and there was nothing else in his mind except how to make a lot of money and ride a horse to hold a beautiful woman.

The boat was closer to the city, and they were close to the pier on the side of the city, and the two of them got ashore.

After stepping on the solid flat ground under his feet, Cheng Huaibao, the land duck, breathed a long sigh. He could not describe the feeling of rippling with the waves, helpless and frightened when he was in the water. Finally, he stepped onto the flat ground and felt that walking on the ground was such a happy thing.

Wuming and Cheng Huaibao walked leisurely on the road, browsing the northwest scenery with different styles from the southwest. In the foggy and light rain, the ancient Xi'an city was right in front of us, and even the flags flying above the city were clearly visible. Everything seemed so rough and heroic, just like the difference between the southerners and the northerners.

Born in the south with beautiful scenery and rich resources, the south is full of water and spirit. Even men cannot help but have more detailed gouache and folk customs.

The climate conditions in the north are harsh, and it is bordered by foreign races and has been constantly fighting for years. Under the tempering of strong storms and threats from foreign enemies, most northerners have big arms and round waists and thick personalities. Even women have a hot temper that is not allowed to be arrogant, with strong people and advocating force.

The size of Wuming and Cheng Huaibao is already outstanding among the southerners, but when he arrived in the north, he realized that there were countless experts in this world. Cheng Huaibao saw a strong man who was ten feet tall on the road, and he had curiously walked side by side with others, comparing the gap between them.

The two boys were talking and laughing on the way, and suddenly a shout came from behind: "Two little maggots who are not open to their eyes, immediately make way for the young master."

Wuming and Cheng Huaibao seemed to have not heard it, and walked on their own, but their faces became a little gloomy.

The voice said again: "A good dog will not block the way, so don't let go, don't blame the young master for being rude."

Two killing lights shot out from Wuming's eyes, and it was about to explode. Cheng Huaibao pulled Wuming's sleeve and told him not to be anxious. The two turned around slowly, and saw more than ten horses behind him, all of whom were young men and women dressed in brightly dressed essays. These people have one common characteristic, with a proud look on their faces, as if the heaven and earth were not in their eyes.

Cheng Huaibao scratched his head, looked left and right in confusion, and then said strangely: "I just heard the dog roar, why did I turn my head but I didn't find any trace of the dog?"

The more than ten young men and women riding on the horse all showed an angry look on their faces. The handsome face of the man in front was twisted and shouted: "Little Zamao, are you impatient?" It was the voice just now.

Wuming and Cheng Huaibao had a tacit understanding and pointed, "Xiaobao, what are your eyes? Isn't the dog you are looking for right in front of you?"

Cheng Huaibao immediately squinted his eyes and looked at the young boy who was speaking carefully, and nodded constantly and said, "No, look at my eyes, I can't even see it so close. It's better for Mutou to have your eyes."

The young scholar was so angry that his face turned blue and his body was trembling and could not speak.

A pretty girl beside him shouted, "You two are so brave, how dare you insult the disciples of Saint Valley so much?"

Cheng Huaibao looked over with his voice, and felt his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself: "My good dear, what a beautiful little lady." He purred and swallowed a mouthful of excessive saliva. Cheng Huaibao was a little imaginative, but he didn't hear the other party's self-reported house. His eyes emitted strange light, staring at the girl's delicate and pretty face.

Seeing that the other party not only did not answer, but stared at him with a standard gaze of a rude look, the girl was coquettish: "You little Taoist priest is unreasonable. How dare you stare at me like this, be careful... Be careful that I will dig out your dog's eyes!"

If God is indeed unfair, this beauty is when she is angry, and her expression also has a different kind of beauty. Cheng Huaibao was scolded like this, not only was he not annoyed, but he felt a little disgusting. He smiled and said with a smile on his face: "Isn't this person just looking at people and things when he is born. You are beautiful, so I will stare at it like this. If you are an ugly monster, kowtow to let me see that I don't want to be stimulated."

After hearing Cheng Huaibao's almost scoundrel words, the girl turned yellow and became shy, just because no one has ever praised her beauty so unconcealedly. Love beauty is a woman's nature. Who wouldn't want to listen to others praise her beauty?

Seeing that the girl's jade face looked even more delicate because of the shy color, Cheng Huaibao's eyes were almost glaring out, and his unvirtuous look was really ridiculous.

But there is someone who doesn't think it's the young scholar who stood in front of him, who seemed to be the leader of a group of leaders. He has long admired the girl beside him and has long believed that she was his lover in his heart. At this time, the lover was teased and showed a shy expression on his face. What's more, the little Taoist who teased her was the bastard who insulted him just now. He was a young and energetic person who looked down on the top, so naturally he couldn't bear the anger anymore. With a "choke", the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword tip pointed at Cheng Huaibao: "Little Bamao, come out and die."

Wuming is used to hiding leisure while dealing with people, so Cheng Huaibao plays with his baby because he is unwilling to deal with people by nature. Except for those close to people, he is not willing to say a word to others.

But there is one thing: moving your mouth is Cheng Huaibao's business, and working your hands is Wuming's business.

Seeing the other party draw his sword in his hand, Wuming suddenly flashed to Cheng Huaibao and said leisurely: "Xiaobao, please take a break and let me try how brilliant and powerful the skill of Saint Valley is."

Cheng Huaibao said "yes", then thought about it, and finally understood that the other party was from Saint Valley. Of course, he would not care about Saint Valley. He just remembered the dragon and phoenix that were on the list of new stars with his brothers. Unconsciously, he reached out and pulled Wuming and said, "Let's wait!"

The young scribe sneered, "What? But are you scared?"

Cheng Huaibao was amused by his words. He had never been afraid of anyone. Of course, the white-clothed banshee was not a human being, so it was uncountable. Li ignored the ridiculous guy and directly came to the beautiful girl and smiled: "You are from Saint Valley? Little lady, are you the famous Jiutian Danfeng Lingxiao?"

The girl's face turned red again, and her jade head lowered and said, "I'm not as beautiful as Senior Sister Ling."

Cheng Huaibao immediately hit the snake with a bamboo pole and followed it with a sentence: "Dare you ask the little lady's name?"

The girl said angrily, "What little lady? This girl is called Lin Yao." Although she was a little angry in her tone, she looked shy on her face.

The young scholar who had never been ignored so could no longer bear the face and shouted: "Damn little mao!" He turned over and jumped off the horse. Although he was furious, his movements were light and graceful, implying the superior light skills.
Chapter completed!