Tiangu City has stood proudly on the vast land for thousands of years. The ancient city wall is tall and majestic, as if it were made of steel, shining with an icy black light in the sun.
This city is located in a plain basin, which is the only way to the east. There are towering mountains stretching for thousands of miles on both sides, making it difficult to get around.
Zhang Wu was not in a hurry, like a cool immortal from the sky, walking and stopping all the way, looking at the mountains and rivers, constantly meditating, thinking hard, entering the world of mortals with his heart, and always realizing the way of heaven and man.
That night when he tried to challenge Chen Laodao, he already knew that his own strength was comparable to that of the supreme master.
Although Chen Hongyue was so frightened that he didn't even dare to fart because he relied on the supreme meditation mantra taught by Sakyamuni Buddha, when it comes to fighting, even if he doesn't use this skill, Zhang Wu will not be in vain.
However, speaking of it, this supreme meditation spell is also quite terrifying. Holding one's breath, restraining one's body, and using mental induction are useless to you. It can be called a unique weapon for sneak attacks and assassinations.
When a great master practices this skill, as long as he has enough brains, he can cross the chasm and kill the supreme master.
It's just that it was not easy to cause trouble in Kui Mo Sect at that time.
Chen Laodao is also kind to you. He took his thousand-year elixir and fifty Tai Chi pills for free to solve your urgent need to eat, otherwise Zhang Wu would have stripped him naked...
Chen Hongyue is definitely the richest guy in Zhang Wu's career. He has not only fifty cards, but more than ten. He has been tricked by various means. He still has to scratch his butt a few times just thinking about it.
If you can rob him completely, it will save you at least ten years of hard work.
Reciting the Supreme Meditation Mantra silently in his heart, Zhang Wu strolled into Tiangu City.
"I wonder how the old monk is doing."
Zhang Wu didn't have many friends, and the only one who could rival him in terms of strength and intelligence was Shakti Bodhi.
Almost six years have passed since Uncle Six passed away.
At that time, Uncle Liu secretly returned to Beijing, but the old monk kept it secret and did not tell Zhang Wu, which caused a rift in the relationship between the two.
When Ma Liu was buried, Sakyamuni was too embarrassed to express his condolences.
Time can dilute everything. From Zhang Wu's point of view, the old monk is not interesting enough, but from Liu Shu's point of view, even though he knew it would make Zhang Wu unhappy, he still fulfilled the wishes of Ma Liu's father. Shakti Bodhi is responsible enough.
Now that Zhang Wu has put aside his grudges, he only hopes that his former friends will live long and accompany him for more walks, so that he will not be too lonely.
With his mind on his mind, he found a deserted corner, casually changed his appearance, carried Meng Beidou's fierce ruler sword, and walked straight towards the largest aristocratic family in the city.
These powerful and aristocratic families jointly sought to buy Tang Huai's life. Now Zhang Wu is Meng Beidou. He has always had revenge and grievances. Don't think that by driving me away, you can avoid the annual looting.
As for Yang Shuang who was following behind secretly, Zhang Wu never took it seriously.
Today, being superb is nothing in his eyes, and it is not worthy of his own hands. He should leave it to others to practice.
In one day, he robbed and smashed the nine major families in Tiangu City. Zhang Wu continued the fierceness of the Thunder Sky Sword and obtained five thousand-year-old elixirs and rare medicinal materials amidst the tears of the powerful family members.
Big baggage.
Even the prescription given to Tang Huai was tortured by Zhang Wu.
He is dressed in Meng Beidou's classic outfit, but with a different face, just to disgust these aristocratic families.
Everyone knows that he is Meng Beidou, and he must have been responsible for the robbery, but there is no evidence because he looks different after all.
If the sect comes to question me, Zhang Wu can push it aside. Anyway, I was wrongly accused. Someone is pretending to be me. If they want to throw dirty water on me, they must first provide evidence.
That night, Zhang Wu left Tiangu City and walked 20 miles east along the official road, stopping at a roadside inn. He was surrounded by barren mountains and ridges and there was no human habitation.
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"This guy finally rested."
On the hillside in the distance, Yang Shuang, who had followed Zhang Wu all the way, looked tired. She looked at the inn in the distance and whistled softly. A swift eagle swooped down from the sky and landed on her raised right arm.
Yang Shuang was relieved when he put the note he had prepared in advance in the mailbox of Eagle Foot and let the Swift Eagle fly away.
"Shuangshuang baby, have a drink of water."
Liang Wenbai was also a little embarrassed. He had been living in the open air for many days and had become disgraced. However, his enthusiasm remained undiminished. He handed over the water bottle with a doting look on his face, acting as a flower protector to the extreme.
Yang Shuang didn't even look at him, she just took the water bag with a cold expression. She was really thirsty and was about to raise her head to drink water, but suddenly remembered her senior brother's instructions and threw the water bag back coldly.
"Drink it yourself."
"Shuang'er, don't you believe me?"
Liang Wenbai's face was filled with sadness and his lips were trembling.
I have paid so much, but I can't get a trace of trust. Is it true that as Meng Beidou said, women cannot be spoiled and must be severely suppressed, repaired, and forced to embrace a beautiful woman?
In grief and anger, in order to prove that the water bag was not poisonous, Liang Wenbai raised his head and drank it.
But instead of feeling sorry for him, Yang Shuang gave him a cold look and said with disgust:
"If you want to prove your feelings for me, then rush into the inn and kill Meng Beidou. I like heroes. I don't require you to have astonishing talents like Senior Brother Tang, but you should also be able to splash blood for your sweetheart.
courage."
Along the way, Yang Shuang wanted to get rid of Liang Wenbai several times to prevent this follower from doing bad things.
It's a pity that this guy is so persistent and his face is thicker than the city wall that he can't be driven away no matter what.
Yang Shuang has asked him to kill Meng Beidou several times, but Liang Wenbai has been hesitant and unwilling, not wanting to be accused of killing his fellow sect members.
Now that she mentioned the matter again, Liang Wenbai was so aroused by her that his face turned red as if he was about to bleed.
Everyone has a bloody nature, how can they be so underestimated by their sweetheart?
Liang Wenbai asked with red eyes:
"As long as I kill Meng Beidou, will you agree to become a Taoist companion with me?"
"Let's talk about it if you can kill him."
A trace of disdain flashed in Yang Shuang's eyes.
The top figure among the inner disciples was like a dog in front of her, barking around at will, so it's no wonder she was so high-spirited.
Liang Wenbai said fiercely:
"It's just Meng Beidou, I'll take his head like a bag, just wait."
"I'll wait."
Yang Shuang nodded and finally looked up at Liang Wenbai.
Senior Brother Liang was very decisive. He got off his horse and took out a stick of incense, lit it with a fire stick, stuck it in the soil, and said firmly:
"In one stick of incense, if I don't get Meng Beidou's head back, I will never bother you again from now on."
"I hope you will do what you say."
Yang Shuang snorted coldly. She had already heard Liang Wenbai tell her not to get entangled several times. If she gave up today, she would become a follower and licker tomorrow. She had no self-esteem at all.
Liang Wenbai said nothing more, but took a deep look at Yang Shuang, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the inn until his figure melted into the darkness and disappeared on the horizon.
As soon as he stepped forward, Yang Shuang suddenly felt dizzy and fell off the horse...