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There are three thousand tribes and states in the world.

One of them is called Yunzhou.

Yunzhou is most famous for three things: martial arts, strong liquor, and magic weapons.

This is not surprising.

Who allowed Yunzhou to have Yunwu Mountain, from which it became the most powerful mountain in the world, surpassing the strongest in ancient and modern times?

nowadays.

Yunzhou is already the headquarters of the martial arts lineage.

Look up.

Every family practices martial arts and everyone wears a sword.

There is an ignorant young man who goes crazy and kills people randomly, vowing to eliminate all injustice in the world.

There was an old man with missing teeth who folded grass into a sword and claimed to be the ninth in the world.

There is also Baiyun City, a holy land of martial arts.

There is also the Baiyun Martial God who claims to have dominated the world for 70,000 years and was defeated only once 500 years ago.

"The air is filled with the sound of swords."

"Yunzhou, what a great place."

Looking at the young heroes riding past in small groups.

Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo stick and hummed as he walked: "The mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, the sun is high, the wind is so good, the little people come over, and they are happy and happy..."

"Young people are very elegant."

He left not long ago.

There was laughter coming from the front.

Zhang Heng looked up.

As soon as I saw it, there was a small river in front of me, and there was a bonfire beside the river. Next to the bonfire sat a drunken middle-aged beggar, who was baking something to eat.

"young?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and shook his head with a smile: "Time is not forgiving. You only think that my body is young. In fact, I don't dare to talk about being young anymore."

"oh!"

The middle-aged beggar opened his hazy drunken eyes and looked Zhang Heng up and down for a moment: "It turns out he is the reincarnated old immortal, but the beggar made a mistake."

Finished.

The middle-aged beggar took off the red gourd from his waist, raised his hand and threw it to Zhang Heng: "Go on."

Zhang Heng waved.

When the wine gourd fell into my hand, I instantly felt that it weighed ten thousand kilograms.

"I don't have any other hobbies as a beggar."

"The first is to eat, the second is to drink, and the third is to make friends."

The beggar stood guarding the fire and said without raising his head: "Old senior, you are blessed. The beggar's chicken made by the beggar is definitely the best in the world. If you don't mind, come and try it."

Zhang Heng is capable of everything.

He is a Taoist monk who eats from all over the world.

Middle-aged people are homeless beggars who eat everywhere.

Who can dislike whom?

"Old senior, your accent sounds like you are not from Yunzhou."

Zhang Heng stepped forward.

He placed the wine gourd next to the beggar.

The beggar continued to play with the clay balls in the fire and said nonchalantly: "You came at the wrong time. Recently, there was a rumor that people from the Taoist sect want to come to Yunzhou to preach, but there is no doubt that there will be a fight."

"Yeah."

Zhang Heng really doesn’t know.

Because whether it was Buddhism or Taoism, he didn't pay much attention to the princes who were currently confronting each other.

"You don't know?" The beggar held a fire stick.

"I don't know." Zhang Heng shook his head affirmatively.

"Then do you know me?" the beggar asked again.

"do not know."

Zhang Heng's answer is still affirmative.

Say it and make people laugh.

He has lived in the mountains for a long time and has never walked in the world.

Don't talk about middle-aged beggars.

He didn't even know what Cuizhou Mu, Shunzhou, where he was, looked like or what his name was, because he had never asked.

The same goes for experts.

Today a Jimuli pops up, and tomorrow a Nirvana heavenly Buddha monk pops up.

It's okay to have a big name, I've heard a lot about it.

down.

He had never even heard of anyone with a smaller name, mainly because he didn't care.

after all.

Zhang Heng couldn't figure out why he wanted to remember these people.

"I really don't know him."

The beggar was a little confused.

Zhang Heng did not answer.

Judging from what the beggar said to himself, he should be quite famous, and he must be a well-known master in the Yunzhou Martial Arts Holy Land.

But he really didn't know him.

In the past, there were twenty or thirty heavenly immortals and hundreds of earthly immortals in the Great Li Realm, but now there are probably even more.

It’s the list of heavenly immortals and the list of earthly immortals.

There were a lot of people listening.

Zhang Heng is old after all.

If I had just traveled to the Republic of China, I would have been rushing around to become a disciple and heard about these wealthy people on the Immortal List. I would have had to memorize them one by one. They would be like countless treasures. I would be so excited that I couldn't sleep for three days and three nights.

Now.

He was not interested at all, but seeing the beggar’s stunned look, he replied: “Do you know me?”

The beggar looked at Zhang Heng for a long time.

He shook his head and said: "I don't know."

Zhang Heng didn't care either: "That's right. You don't know me and I don't know you. Two strangers meet by chance. Why do they have to know each other?"

Think about it.

The beggar thought this was very reasonable and said happily: "Then let's get to know each other. My name is Huang Chuping. Everyone calls me Drunken Beggar. Because I was bored, I became the guest elder of Baiyun City. I like to make friends when I have nothing to do.

Friend, mind your own business."

Zhang Heng understood after hearing this.

The Taoist people want to extend their influence to Yunzhou.

As the guest elder of Baiyun City, the holy land of martial arts in Yunzhou, the beggar waited here for the Taoist disciples.

Then he waited for him and regarded him as an evil guest from the Taoist sect.

"My name is Zhang Heng."

Seeing the misunderstanding, Zhang Heng also responded: "I came from Anding Prefecture in Shunzhou. This Anding Prefecture used to be called Anding County. It's a small place. You may have never heard of it."

"As for me, I'm not from the Taoist sect, nor from anyone else. I'm just a Xiaoyao Sanren, so you don't need to be on guard against me."

Speaking of which.
To be continued...