Zhou Laodao sat cross-legged on top of the pile of animal skins, his thin body twisting left and right with the crunching sound of the axle. The bamboo hat on his head was from fighting with a toothed beast a few days ago.

At that time, several big holes were broken, and the cold rain penetrated through the holes and hit his pitted face, making him look even more sinister.

With a piece of half-cooked dried meat in his mouth, Zhou Laodao played with two 'emperor coins'.

These are two 'Golden Emperor's Money', and they are two 'small coins', only one inch in diameter, as thick as a mung bean, golden and heavy, and feel quite heavy in the hand. On the front of the Emperor's Money in the round sky is the word 'Taichu'.

, the back is embossed with wind, cloud and thunder patterns, and there is a looming shadow of the heavenly palace inside.

The workmanship of Emperor Qian is naturally extremely exquisite.

The functions of emperor's money are naturally amazing.

In the Supreme Taichu Heaven, there is no way for serious people to practice - even if you put the legendary Taoist Code of the Ancient Emperor Zheng in front of you, even if you have the qualifications to surpass the emperor, and have unparalleled understanding...

You can't practice either.

Don't even think about comprehending the slightest trace of the Taoism.

Don't even think about absorbing even a drop of heaven and earth's wisdom.

If you cannot understand the charm of the Tao, your Tao practice cannot be improved.

If you cannot absorb spiritual inspiration, your magic power cannot be enhanced.

If you can't increase your Tao practice or magic power, why are you still cultivating like a ghost?

Only the emperor's money, every piece of emperor's money, is cast, issued and circulated all over the world by the Supreme Supreme Heaven. Within the emperor's money, there is Taoism and inspiration. Holding the emperor's money, you can understand the Tao and absorb the inspiration.

, you can improve your cultivation level.

However, the Taoist charm contained in Emperor Qian is extremely limited, and its spiritual power is very meager.

These two pieces of gold emperor's money contain a faint hint of acquired gold's Taoist charm, and also contain a hint of acquired gold's spiritual inspiration. These are also the last two pieces of gold emperor's money that Zhou Laodao has on his body, and he would never dare to use them for cultivation.

When walking in the wild, if you have two emperor's coins beside you, you will have two lives!

Two months ago, this small hunting caravan led by Zhou Laodao encountered a wandering horse thieves while passing through the barren mountains. Zhou Laodao led his brothers to fight with them, and the horse thieves were of course killed.

After killing them all, he also had three transparent holes in his chest.

That time, he spent an emperor's coin, sucked up the spiritual energy in it, turned it into a majestic vitality, repaired the wound, and saved his life.

Such imperial money!

"Shit tastes bad, and money is hard to make..." Zhou Laodao looked at the pile of animal skins under his butt with a sullen face - the price of these animal skins in the wilderness was exposed to heavy rain and humidity.

Well, I will inevitably have to be severely squeezed by those business owners with black hearts, black livers, and black bones, who will give birth to a baby without an asshole.

As if he saw the golden emperor's money growing wings and flying away from his pocket, Zhou Laodao couldn't help spitting and hissed: "Eating shit is much easier than making money!"

Gritting his teeth, he touched the wound on his chest that was still aching.

He was only willing to spend an emperor's coin to save his life. Three transparent wounds hurt his internal organs, and the injuries did not heal. The little wind in the cold rain blew, and the wounds hurt so much that his eyesight turned black...

Playing with the two emperor's coins in his hand, Zhou Laodao's mood became even worse when he thought of his young son who was preparing to lay the foundation for cultivation at home, and his three daughters who were already getting married and were worrying about preparing dowries.

"When will it be a good time to make a windfall?" Zhou Laodao hissed: "It means that my face is uglier, otherwise, I would even want to sell myself! Find a rich woman, even if she is rounder and greasier.

, some are rude, some are ugly...when the lamp is blown out, when the eyes are closed, aren't they all the same?"

In the carriages in front and behind, those who were sitting in the carriages, those who were walking with the carriages, and the caravan men on horses all laughed.

They began to discuss what kind of rich woman who had been blinded and deceived would leave those handsome, fair-skinned, and obedient young men to look for someone like Zhou Laodao with a pitted face.

, has scars all over his body, swears when he speaks, and is a tough guy who only knows how to draw a knife and kill.

As a result, the topic spread endlessly.

Which house’s girl is Yuan, which brothel’s eldest sister is Run, which housekeeper’s widow knows what’s interesting, which tofu seller’s aunt’s daughter has already started ogling passers-by... Men, a bunch of knives are licking blood.

Men who do business and occasionally work part-time in some shady business get together. In addition to discussing the affairs between men and women, do you also expect them to recite the song "Sparse Shadows Horizontally Slanting Water Clear Qian"?

Laughter kept coming from the small team, the rain and mist were rising, and in the distance there was a group of grinning beasts looking this way... The leading beast let out a roar that sounded like a fox or a jackal, and headed towards

After poking around for a while, he carefully weighed the strength gap between his family group and the caravan guys, and finally turned around and left with his tail hanging helplessly.

The two scouts of the caravan took a breath, loosened the tight bow strings, and were about to say something. One of the scouts, whose nostrils were obviously three times larger than ordinary people, sniffed hard and said in a deep voice: "

Master Dao, it smells like blood..."

'Ching Lang Lang', in the caravan, more than a dozen coachmen and hundreds of clerks pulled out their sabers at the same time. The bright blades were shining with light. Nearly 30% of the coachmen and the clerks had long swords in their hands. The breeze was lingering in the hands of nearly 20% of the coachmen.

, man, there was a faint flicker of fire on the blade, and more than half of the coachman was left. Man, a ray of silvery cold light traveled back and forth on the blade, making the blade even sharper.

Zhou Laodao grabbed the three-foot-long animal bone handle hanging on his waist and wrapped with blood-colored silk thread.

As soon as the magic power in the body was destroyed, the three-foot-long knife handle screamed, and a blade that was six feet, six inches long and as wide as a palm was sprayed out. The paper-thin blade was cut in the wind and rain with a gentle wave.

A thin gap was opened, Zhou Laodao jumped up, and landed heavily on his feet. A silver cold light shot out three inches long from the blade. Raindrops fell on the blade. It was destroyed by the silver cold light, and it suddenly made a harsh sound.

With a "chichi" sound, all the raindrops exploded into water vapor, and wisps of them flew up slowly.

Zhou Laodao held two imperial coins in his left hand, clenched his fist and waved forward slightly.

Several of the archers cocked their bows and nocked arrows, and the arrows locked in the direction pointed by the big-nosed scout.

The two swordsmen stood side by side, and under the cover of the archers, they strode towards the location where the bloody smell was coming. As they walked, a swordsman was still shouting loudly: "

My sweetheart, stop hiding, I have seen you... Hey, we are all good guys on the road, don’t hide your head and hide your tail, come out and show your face!"

Lu Qian was lying in the woods, listening to the shouts of the swordsman, and couldn't help but laugh "hehehe".

These bluffing words sound really familiar.

Well, thanks to the old monk Hongchen, Lu Qian could understand what this swordsman said.

His mind was in chaos again, and his brain was tingling. Lu Qian frowned - who is the old monk Hongchen? Why should I be grateful to him? Well, was he the one who taught him the language used by the guys outside?

Then, no problem.

Don't think about it, don't think deeply about who this old monk Hongchen is, you will remember it sooner or later.

After coughing a few times with difficulty, Lu Qian glanced at the Tianlong Zen Staff.

The three-foot-long little dragon lay down on Lu Qian's chest and turned into a black and gold dragon-shaped tattoo wrapped around Lu Qian's upper body. Lu Qian raised his voice slightly and said feebly: "The young monk is in trouble, please ask the friends passing by to help.

One or two... If the young monk escapes the catastrophe, he will definitely be rewarded generously!"

The rain is getting heavier.

Zhou Laodao was holding a long sword and stood beside Lu Qian, looking down at him.

Two caravan guys got a tape tape from somewhere, laid Lu Qi flat, and measured his height carefully. Some of the other guys were watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Taking care of the animals pulling the cart, others gathered around, pointing at Lu Qian.

"What a burly guy. Tsk tsk, what a rare and great man!"

When Lu Qian was in the Liangyi Heaven, he used great magic power to suppress the golden body of Lord Buddha, so that he could maintain his height at a height lower than that of ordinary people. Even so, he was almost a foot long at that time.

At this moment, he has no magic power left, all magical powers and secret techniques have failed, and his body has "returned to normal".

However, the world, geographical environment, astronomical climate, etc. where he is located are very different from Liangyi Heaven. The suppression force on his body is extremely strong. Lu Qian can even hear his own joints being crushed by the huge force, and he keeps emitting

A slight 'crunch' sound.

Under such pressure, Lu Qian's figure must have shrunk.

Even so, his body at this moment is still two feet, three or four feet tall. As for Zhou Laodao and these caravan guys, their body shapes appear to be 'extraordinarily normal'. The tallest ones are only eight or nine feet tall, and they are short.

Some of them are only about seven feet tall, and there are even a few boys who act as scouts who are only a little over six feet tall.

Compared with Zhou Laodao and others, Lu Qian can be called a 'mini giant'.

Zhou Laodao held up the tattered bamboo hat on his head and squinted his eyes as he looked up and down at Lu Qian - the torn wound on Lu Qian's chest, his palms that were crushed like boneless chicken claws by the huge force, and those

Twisted legs and feet, etc.

After sizing it up, Zhou Laodao picked Lu Qian's chin with the tip of the knife, and said with a dry smile: "Brother, you are in trouble... It's rare for someone with such a burly physique to, well, be able to kill you."

With injuries like this, is it possible that there are some big thieves and bandits around here?"

The faces of the guys in the caravan suddenly changed, and many people turned back and looked around the woods.

"Forgot." Lu Qian looked at Zhou Laodao frankly. This guy's eyes were evil, showing an inexplicable sophistication and ruthlessness. He was obviously an old man in the world and not someone who could be fooled easily.

He said honestly: "My head hurts so much. Who am I, how did I get here, who hurt me, I have forgotten everything!"

Zhou Laodao frowned and looked at Lu Qian's upright and handsome face seriously.

His lips moved, and he murmured a few words silently, and then slowly shook his head: "You just said that there must be heavy retribution? I am more interested in this, but seeing that you don't have anything, you don't even have a luggage package.

No, how can you repay us? Are you willing to give me your life? We don’t care about this!"

Lu Qian opened his mouth and was stunned.

Have nothing to offer?

Uh, yes.

In the past, when he was in Jishengtian and Yuanlingtian, Lu Qian still carried some space instruments such as rings, bracelets, sachets, and jade pendants with him. There were large or small spaces inside that could accommodate various cultivation materials.

But when he arrived at Liangyi Heaven, when he gradually became more sophisticated in Buddhism, and when his cultivation soared, and he could open up the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, those fragmentary rings, bracelets and other things had long been eliminated by him, and he had thrown them to the Qionghua Mountain.
To be continued...