From the CD to Kyoto (in the game, Kyoto was changed from the original Tokyo of the Northern Song Dynasty to Yanjing during the Zhu Di period of the Ming Dynasty), and the journey can be called extremely far. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info fortunately, as soon as Mu Xiaojiu entered the car dealership, he learned that there were just a few people on the same road, so everyone discussed it, and one of them gave some silver, and then got into the carriage.

In fact, the speed of the carriage is not slow, even if it is just an ordinary horse, after removing the rest time, it can almost run more than 200 miles in a day. If you are in a hurry, as long as you can withstand the consumption of galloping day and night, and there are post stations along the way to change horses, the fastest time can run more than a thousand miles a day. This is the so-called "eight hundred miles expedited" in ancient times.

According to the coachman who drove Mu Xiaojiu and them, from here to Yanjing, if you are not in a hurry, you can arrive in about half a month.

Others have no objection to this time, and Mu Xiaojiu naturally doesn't care, he just went to Yanjing because he promised to listen to the fish before and wanted to go to the capital to see them, so what's the urgency of this kind of thing.

Walking with Mu Xiaojiu, there are a total of five men and two women, among which there is a husband and wife, who look to be around twenty years old, the man is handsome, the woman is delicate, and both of them are aborigines of the game. In addition to the couple, there was another old man, with white hair and a withered face, who looked as if he was about to die, dressed in a linen robe, but with an extraordinary bearing. It's just that the old man hasn't spoken much since he got in the car, and he is closing his eyes to recuperate, but it's not easy to be sure of his identity.

The other four young people are easy to say, and you can tell from their conversation alone, these four people are all players, and they don't know each other, they just talk hotly.

However, Mu Xiaojiu didn't have the desire to communicate with these people, just leaned on the side of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside the curtain from afar.

"Listening to a few brothers chatting, they are all people from the rivers and lakes? The little brother is not talented, he has always been very interested in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, if you don't mind, I want to ask you for advice, which school are they from? ”

As soon as several players heard this, they immediately opened up the conversation and began to talk.

……

It was getting dark.

The coachman was a veteran, and he was very accurate in his time, and arrived at an inn where he could stay just in time for the night.

The inn was not large, and it looked like it had been open for some years, and it looked a little dilapidated. Fortunately, the room is clean, and there are a lot of things that should be there.

It's a pity that the rooms are not very sufficient, there are only six rooms in the entire inn, but Mu Xiaojiu and his group alone are already eight, and before they arrived here, there were still three rooms that were already occupied.

Therefore, the allocation of the remaining three rooms became a big problem.

If a young couple lives in the same room, then the woman will definitely have a separate room, so there will be an old man and Mu Xiaojiu and the four men in total, a total of five people, and one room will definitely not be able to squeeze in.

In the end, the couple compromised and let the two women in the group live in a room together, and then the rest of the room was one room for every three people, so that they could barely live there, but someone would have to make a bunk.

Those who lived in the same room as Mu Xiaojiu were the old man and the aboriginal man.

"Well, uncle, you can sleep on the bed, I'll just find a random place on the ground to meditate and practice." As soon as he entered the room, Mu Xiaojiu directly said his thoughts.

Fortunately, the man next to him also had the same idea, so the old man did not refuse, but just thanked the two of them.

At this time, it was getting late, the jade rabbit was hanging high, and the three of them actually had nothing to talk about, so they simply turned off the lights and began to rest.

……

It's night.

Mu Xiaojiu slowly retracted his internal force and let out a sigh of relief.

Leaving the house softly and entering the small courtyard behind the inn, Mu Xiaojiu looked up at the sky - it was already the second half of the night, the bright moon was slanting in the west, and it was also covered by a dark cloud, which could only faintly emit a little brilliance. The wind blew in gusts, and the sound of "rustling" continued to come with the wind, adding a bit of weirdness to the night.

Somehow, Mu Xiaojiu suddenly thought of a sentence:

The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire.

Shaking his head and driving away the cranky thoughts in his heart, Mu Xiaojiu casually untied the wine gourd on his waist and began to drink by himself.

"See you again."

The voice was cold, so cold that it seemed to freeze the marrow of a person.

There was no greeting, no nonsense, and the person who said it must be a capable person.

Competent, and aloof.

Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Xiaojiu's hairs stood on end, and cold sweat began to slowly pour out on his forehead.

"Are you going to kill me?" Mu Xiaojiu didn't look back, he knew who the person behind him was, so his voice was full of bitterness.

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, just said "um".

"I really didn't expect that I would say hello to someone before I killed someone."

This time, Bu Jingyun didn't speak anymore, but just straightened out a palm, this palm was not fast, but it was full of endless power, and it was still wrapped in the wind, or rather, this palm had been integrated into the wind.

The fifth form of the cloud palm - dark clouds cover the sun.

Mu Xiaojiu was still a little unwilling, so he didn't give up resistance, but threw himself forward, made a mistake, and flashed out.

Turning his head and looking at Bu Jingyun's calm face, Mu Xiaojiu's tone was a little mocking, "You think I shouldn't hide." ”

Bu Jingyun nodded, and then attacked again.

This time, Bu Jingyun used both palms together, and the speed was extremely fast. Before Mu Xiaojiu could react, he found that the pair of fleshy palms with cloud qi had come to his chest.

He knew that he didn't have to resist, because he couldn't stop this palm.

What does it mean to be helpless? That's it.

Mu Xiaojiu closed his eyes.

Therefore, he didn't see the solemnity on Bu Jingyun's face.

Just when Bu Jingyun's palms were only three inches away from Mu Xiaojiu's chest, Bu Jingyun gave up and continued to use this palm, but took a vertical leap and left the place.

The next moment, a deep ravine appeared in the area where he had stood before, as if someone had chopped it with a giant axe.

Feeling the disappearance of the strong wind, Mu Xiaojiu opened his eyes and saw the ravines in front of him and the frowning Bu Jingyun, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

"It seems that I am really lucky, every time you try to kill me, someone will save me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiaojiu regretted it.

An extremely sharp sword aura suddenly appeared, coming from nowhere, and shot straight at Mu Xiaojiu's eyebrows.

Mu Xiaojiu was shocked, fortunately, the owner of this sword qi didn't seem to care much about him, this little insect, so the power of this sword qi was not as good as the one that attacked Bu Jingyun before, and the speed was also a little slower.

But even so, Mu Xiaojiu still used all his strength to make Ling Bo microstep, which was able to avoid this fatal sword.

Just when Mu Xiaojiu was confused, a rough voice suddenly came from the roof not far away, "Bu Jingyun, hand over the things, I will spare you from death." ”

I only hear his voice, but I don't see his people.

Mu Xiaojiu began to wonder more and more about what the dart sent by the Canglang Dart Bureau at that time was.

The world will come to rob it, and now this unknown master is also coming to grab it, what can be so attractive?

Although there are many thoughts, Mu Xiaojiu also knows very well that he can't stay here for a long time. The so-called fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, Mu Xiaojiu was almost killed by Bu Jingyun before, and now he doesn't want to try the power of these two people to fight.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaojiu hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the inn.

There's no way, he doesn't want to go back, it's just that the bags and packages are in the room, and there are cheats or something in it, where will he cry if he loses it?

But to put it bluntly, in fact, he is just lucky, and he thinks that these two people should not be like those superheroes in the movie, who will tear down the house as soon as they have nothing to do.

At the moment when Mu Xiaojiu rushed back to the restaurant, he turned his head and clearly saw that the endless sword qi in the backyard had already surrounded Bu Jingyun's body.

There were even a few sword qi that had already flown towards Mu Xiaojiu's side.

Mu Xiaojiu secretly cursed in his heart, "Damn, mentally retarded", and then dodged to the side, letting go of these sword qi.

Rushing back to the room quickly, Mu Xiaojiu picked up his package, and then was about to leave.

As soon as he walked to the gate, an old voice suddenly came from behind him, "Don't worry, those two people are already gone, hurry up and rest." ”

Mu Xiaojiu was stunned for a moment.

He naturally remembered this voice, and just a few hours ago, the owner of this voice had said thank you to himself.

It's just that the old man is obviously weak in his feet, and he doesn't know any martial arts.

Mu Xiaojiu stopped, looked back, and found that the old man was still lying on the bed, as stable as ever, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Mu Xiaojiu even felt that he might be hallucinating.

Suspicious, he gently walked to the window, pushed open the window to take a look, but found that Bu Jingyun's figure had disappeared, and the sword qi that was still dense just now had disappeared.

Touching his chin, Mu Xiaojiu turned his gaze to the old man on the couch again, but the old man had already snorted softly.

In desperation, Mu Xiaojiu could only return to the place where he had meditated before and sat down again.

This old man seems to be a master too.

Although he didn't act like it at all, Mu Xiaojiu now had to admit this fact.

A look of determination flashed in Mu Xiaojiu's eyes.

What he originally wanted was actually very simple, to experience the life of the rivers and lakes, to be an idle player wandering the rivers and lakes, to drink a little wine and walk around.

However, with the emergence of one master after another, his illusion was shattered.

If he doesn't cultivate diligently, the next time he encounters Bu Jingyun, do you still expect someone to come out to save him?

Come on, I'm not Wei Xiaobao, I have the help of a master when I go there, maybe it's possible once or twice, a few more times, who dares to guarantee it?