After more than 40 years of governance by Emperor Taizong of Yu State, Sishui connected the states of Yu State, and more and more exchanges between the north and south of Yu State. Not only did the economic prosperity, but more importantly, the stability of the north and south of Yu State was stable,

Prevent the mistakes of the previous dynasty.

Yu State took a boat and sailed along the river from Qingyuan City to Pingzhen. Even if it didn't stop all the way, it would take nearly a day, and there were hundreds of sails on the river.

The large ships here include official ships for transport, with flags waving and unimpeded passage; there are also merchant ships with their own signs, and when they pass the pass, they need to pay the money; there are also smaller ships, like ferry carrying

People's sailed boats, fishing boats, and small boats cannot leave the ferry when they encounter high and high weather.

Xu Liu, a wealthy businessman from Tonggan County, Xuzhou, and his friends from several businessmen, packed a large ship of 500 materials. He entered a batch of high-quality porcelain from Qingzhou Qing Kiln, and was about to go back to Xuzhou to sell it.

He had been on the boat for about thirty days. He was holding a brocade cloth in the cabin and wiping a consecrated talisman he asked for from Master Daoguang of Tongji Temple. It could bless others with a hundred years of longevity and a long life. This was his purpose.

A 60th birthday gift prepared for the old lady of Xu family in Xuzhou.

Guy Xu was carrying a food box and knocking on the cabin door, "Boss, boss."

"Come in." After Xu Liu carefully received the talisman into the brocade box, he stood up and opened the door and said.

The guy came in with a bamboo-woven food box, put two dishes, one meat, one soup and four dishes on the table in turn, and finally put a large bowl of rice on it and arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

Xu Liu picked up the chopsticks and looked at the guy who was about to go out, "Xu Shi, where is the ship now?"

"The boss, the ship has just passed Qingyuan City, and Ping Town is not far ahead. After passing by, you will reach Xuzhou for another day."

After hearing that he was almost at Xuzhou, the rich businessman who was eager to go home showed a smile on his face. The fatigue accumulated after running around for more than a year also disappeared a lot at this moment.

Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling Ancient Boat to fly in the sky for a long time, walking all the way, looking at the boats in the Sishui Canal below, without deliberately using the Sky Eye Technique. He saw that the boats below were all black, not much different in size.

The Qingling Ancient Boat's spiritual light became even brighter, and its speed suddenly increased by a huge margin. It quickly passed through these ships. After a stick of incense, he chose a hill several miles away from Nanping Mountain and stopped.

Zhang Shiping looked inside the mountain, chose the right direction, and rushed to the scene. Along the way, his spiritual sense was investigated, but after his spiritual sense was discovered that a formation was guarded by a small mountain, he quickly restrained his spiritual sense.

At the foot of Nanping Mountain, a village closest to this mountain is called Shangping Village. Several teenagers in their teens took hatchets and carried bamboo baskets up the mountain. They went up the mountain to chop firewood and saw if they could catch a few wild rabbits.

A few teenagers were having fun and laughing. The family members specifically told them not to climb to the top of the mountain, and they responded with a smile.

The fact that they couldn't come back as soon as they went up to the top of Nanping Mountain was something they heard since they were young.

When I was a child, there were children in the village who ran up the mountain by mischievously but did not come back. The five villagers who went up the mountain to find people were not seen after going up the mountain, but they scared the villagers.

In the nearby county town, some martial arts practitioners heard the strangeness here. Relying on their skill and courage, several batches came out, but none of them came out. From then on, the top of Nanping Mountain became a forbidden area.

But that's it. From time to time, some people who are not afraid of death come to seek excitement. These people are all people who have nothing to do when they are full and have nothing to do, and are bored and crazy when they are idle.

No bad things have happened to the villagers chopping firewood at the foot of the mountain and catching some wild animals. These teenagers have long been sensible. At most, they chop firewood under the mountainside and will never go up.

Go to the top of the mountain.

After Zhang Shiping entered the mountain, he moved in the woods, and his body was like a gust of wind, with a lot of speed.

When he came to the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult, Zhang Shiping was much more cautious. He used the light body technique to restrain his spiritual pressure as much as possible.

The monk's methods of investigation are more than one kind of spiritual consciousness. Zhang Shiping saw several young men chopping wood in the mountain. Each of them looked yellow and black, with calluses in his hands, and wearing pairs of broken straw sandals under his feet. What's important is these people.

There is no magic power on his body.

However, in order to prevent these people from being the mortal eyeliner arranged by the Ten Thousand Blood Cult in the mountains, Zhang Shiping was on the treetops, and he accelerated. A flash of people disappeared from the spot, making a slight sound, and several leaves fell from the canopy.

"Erleen, San'er, do you feel that it was cold just now?" Qian Da, a young man who felt more sensitive, looked up at the tree crown, turned around again, and said nervously.

Among these teenagers, they knew that money was very accurate. Over the years, they had encountered dangers like poisonous snakes and wild wolves several times. Fortunately, money was warned in advance so that they could escape danger.

Qian San and Erlangzi saw Qian Da’s nervous look. Although they didn’t feel anything wrong, they also felt cold behind them.

"Or why, let's go down the mountain, this mountain is so evil!" The two of them whispered, turning around, afraid that something strange would come out.

The three of them quickly tied the cut branches into bundles, each of them carried two small loads of firewood, and walked down the mountain quickly.

Zhang Shiping just investigated that these people had no magic power. He did not find that there was a mortal here, and he felt so keen. A boy like this was probably in his possession of spiritual roots and might have a special physique, otherwise

The intuition of the mortals, the foundation-building monk who cannot detect the restrained breath, is not so keen even for a cultivator in the Qi training stage.

But it’s a pity that this life is in a small village like Shangping Village. No immortal cultivators can identify spiritual roots. Decades later, like other villagers, they will live here and die here.

Zhang Shiping quickly moved forward in the mountains and forests. After crossing the mountain, he immediately slowed down and walked up a while.

The formation was arranged around the top of the mountain. After Zhang Shiping entered, he swept his spiritual sense. This formation was similar to the ordinary market formation, but in order not to arouse the vigilance of the formation master, he could only pretend to be a mortal who accidentally entered the formation.

Turn left and right in the formation, looking confused and frightened, and slowly walked towards the edge of the formation on the top of the mountain.

In a wooden house on the top of the mountain, there were several monks with bone faces sitting in the formation. One of them opened his eyes, flashed violently, took out a copper bell from the storage bag and shook it.

Outside the house, two disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Cult, wearing ochre clothes, pushed the door and looked at the bone-faced man sitting around Hao Zhen Master. Frightened in his eyes, he forced himself to calm down, and asked in a deep voice: "Hao Zhen Master,

What's wrong with summoning disciples?"

"A bug came in northwest of the formation at the foot of the mountain to get rid of him." Master Hao's voice was sharp and harsh. After hearing this, the two disciples hurried out.

Seeing these two disciples in the sect go out, Master Hao Zhen said again: "Remember to bring the corpse up to me. My little bug has been hungry recently." As he said that, he sneered unnaturally, and was shocked by the two.

A disciple was sweating coldly.

"Disciple obeys the order." The two disciples quickly moved towards the northwest, and they didn't want to become insect food.

Inside the house, the Master Hao Zhen's mouth buzzed, and then a squeak sounded, and the bone-faced man crawled out of the surrounding bone-faced man, similar to a spider, but there was a worm with a scorpion tail hook behind him.

A few people squeezed out from under the mask, and the mask fell to the ground. The bone-faced man's skin was half covered in blood. One of the eyes was empty. The man's muscles were still shaking and twitching. His mouth was big, but he couldn't say

Let's talk.

As Master Hao's head summoned, the man's neck was bulging with a big bag, a blood-red scorpion spider that was more than twice as big as an ordinary scorpion spider. First, it crawled out with a few spider legs, and then it was still carrying a bit of blood.

, squeezed out and climbed to Hao Zhenmao.
Chapter completed!