"Uncle, which of these two roads is the way to Jiuhua?" An old man is busy in the field, and now it is spring ploughing season, so he has to hurry up and turn the soil in the field and use it to plant wheat. Suddenly, he heard a clear voice, and turned his head to see a handsome young man dressed in a robe like a Taoist robe, asking him for directions.

Zhang Lingdao is also a little helpless, although he is not a road idiot in that sense, but as a modern person, it is really a bit difficult to distinguish the map with unknown meaning in his hand.

It's just that although Xiangzhou is a vast and sparsely populated place, it is not without people, because the place is remote and inaccessible, so there is no official government set up by the imperial court, and there is no such thing as a magistrate who collects harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes.

So those small people who can't survive, as well as the mountain people who have lived here since ancient times, are still tenaciously surviving, no, I just happened to meet one.

Zhang Lingdao has been walking for almost a day, due to the transpiration of the internal force in his body, he does not feel any fatigue and exhaustion, and he is a good horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, and he has been walking down Zhenwu Mountain, and he has come to this fork in the road.

"But the hero of the real martial arts?" The old man saw the clothes Zhang Lingdao was wearing, and hurriedly asked.

"I am a disciple of the True Martial Arts, and I dare not be a hero." Zhang Lingdao looked at it, and an old man bent down towards him, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

He had been holding the horse in his hand, and as soon as he helped him, he threw away the reins in his hand, but fortunately, the horse seemed to be very human, and did not run around, but stood there obediently.

"Disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, take care of me and other ordinary people for decades, little old man, you still deserve it." The old man smiled and said, "Yes, there is no attachment to this problem."

"Uncle, since you have lived here for generations, you should also know which way the true martial disciples go down the mountain?" Zhang Lingdao took out the map and asked the old man.

The old man waved his hand, "I'm just an ordinary old man, but I can't afford such a title." In this kind of rivers and lakes, only the Eight Desolations disciples like you would respect people like me like this way. There was a look of remembrance in his eyes, "I have lived at the foot of Zhenwu Mountain for generations, and I have seen a lot of experienced disciples like you." It's just that with your bearing and talent, and you are also very humble, there are only a few people in the past ten years. You are a disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, right? ”

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the people in the rivers and lakes, my husband has good eyesight, and I am the disciple in charge." Zhang Lingdao was shocked in his heart, he thought that with a system, he could be invincible in the world, but he didn't expect that just after coming down the mountain, an old man taught himself a lesson like this, "True martial disciple Zhang Lingdao, I have seen the old man." Do you know which of these two roads leads to Jiuhua? ”

"The disciples of the rivers and lakes of the past generations went out to practice, and the first level was Jiuhua, and these two roads, one went to Jiuhua, and the other went to Yanyun. Every road here is overgrown with weeds and all roads are dusty, you say? The old man did not answer directly, but pointed to the two roads in front of him with his cane, and asked lightly.

Zhang Lingdao was quick to think, and immediately came up with the old man's intentions, and replied, "There are few people in Xiangzhou, let alone Yanyun who went to Mobei?" Only the first stop in the world, Jiuhua Zangfeng Valley was such a flow of people, boss, am I right or not? ”

After a day of buffering, Zhang Lingdao is finally not a newcomer who doesn't know anything, through the memory of the predecessor, and the exploration of the system in his hand, he probably knows the situation of this world, and also has the basic information about some places in his memory.

This Jiuhua Zangfeng Valley is more important in his memory, after all, he was also a teenager at the beginning, thinking about when to fight the sword rivers and lakes and travel thousands of miles alone. I also unconsciously inquired a lot of news about Jiuhua, but it was cheaper than Zhang Lingdao, who had just come to this world.

"Now that you know the way, I won't bother the little old man, and the young man will walk slowly." The old man bowed his hand, staggered away into the field with his hoe.

Zhang Lingdao looked at the sky and found that the sun was about to set now, so he hurriedly rode his horse and ran forward, hoping to find a post station or inn before dark, which could let him rest for a while. After a day's journey, even an iron man would feel tired, not to mention him, a novice who has just entered the rivers and lakes......

"Is Jiuhua ahead? It's not in vain that I've traveled for half a month to finally come here. Fortunately, there are basically post stations along the way, and I used the money exchange method in the inventory to not only not spend more money on living in the post station and eating, but also earning more than ten taels of gold, it seems that there is no problem with the exchange method of items I envisioned before. Zhang Lingdao said to himself, he spoke standard Mandarin, in this era full of ancient languages, it is basically a book from heaven, and he is not afraid of others understanding it at all.

The senior brother didn't lie to him, there is an urgent post station every 800 miles, and there is a large inn every 3000 miles, and he has no problem with his daily rest, except for some times when he overlooks the scenery or forgets the time when he practices the sword, he can stay in these inns.

The hard work paid off, he finally came to Jiuhua, that is, the mountain in front of him, and when he crossed this mountain, it was Zangfeng Valley!

"Let's go!" Zhang Lingdao drove the horse, and through the assistance of the system and his own practice, he could proudly say that he had reached the realm of transformation for driving a horse, so it could walk effortlessly on the mountain road, without having to come down and lead the horse like everyone else.

Different from the uninhabited roads in Xiangzhou before, on this road to Jiuhua, the flow of people is dense and bustling. The people carrying the burden and the businessmen driving the horses walked together harmoniously, and the busy people in the middle shuttled from time to time, but it seemed very harmonious!

And the more you go forward, the more you can show that this area is extraordinary, different from the lofty mountains and mountains like Xiangzhou (because Zhenwu is on the highest mountain in Xiangzhou, so Zhang Lingdao went down the mountain and walked almost the entire Xiangzhou), the mountains here are not very high, and the cliffs are not so steep, but they make people feel extremely beautiful.

It's morning, the sun has just climbed the mountain, and the rising morning light is shining on the whole land, and the point is that only a few parts of this road can be illuminated by the sun.

But the leaves of the mountains have become golden and shining, and the branches fly from time to time fluttering birds, and under such golden light, there is a strange sense of sacred tranquility.

Zhang Lingdao's mood suddenly relaxed, driving a horse on the mountain road galloping, the end of the world is not far away, the years have spirits, Jiuhua, I have arrived!