In the valley of the West Mountain, it was the moment when the sun was rising. The fog had not finally dissipated. The woodland was still damp. In the thick fog, a grave was raised. Zhang Liang stood in front of the grave and pulled Zhou Futong out of his body and buried it here. Zhou Futong's residual soul entered the world of the Yellow Springs. Whether it could turn around or not is certain. It has always been the most important thing for mortals. After setting up such a grave, he saluted silently and said leisurely: "Although you have been ill-gotten, you have raised me for several years. Now that the yellow springs are separated, it is my duty to set up a grave for you!"

There was no sound around, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. Zhou Liang's mood seemed to have broken through some kind of constraints. He finally passed this level. Yes, when he was reborn as a teenager, he faced countless opponents who were stronger than him. For a long time, Zhou Liang's mentality was suppressed. All his thoughts and goals were placed here. After the vast sea and the sky were not passed, he could not pass, and repeated the same mistakes. Today, he finally broke through this haze. In the future, the vast sea was leaping with fish, and the sky was high and the birds could fly. He was destined to be different.

The heart seemed to float to an endless high place. Zhou Liang slowly gathered his mind, turned around and left without hesitation, and strided down the mountain with great strides. Behind him, such a grave was left in the jungle, and left alone in the dense forest of the West Mountain. Perhaps in a few years, the grave would completely collapse and turn into a bunch of soil among the grass.

The West Mountain, west of Yangzhou City and the Jiuzhou of the Central Plains, has developed from ancient times to the present, and is the most prosperous place in the world. The official roads are well connected. Not far from the West Mountain, it is the official road. You can walk directly onto the official road, identify the direction, and head north all the way.

Zhou Liang also found some gold and silver from Zhou Futong. Zhou Liang returned to Yangzhou. He came out with Zhou Futong. When he went back alone, he was too young and was really asked about it by his neighbors. He couldn't explain clearly. The family was just a little wealth, and he really didn't like him for his wholehearted cultivation.

The official roads are very busy in Yangzhou. From time to time, they are mostly from the outskirts of Yangzhou. Once they leave Yangzhou City, the official roads are much deserted. Occasionally, they are a huge convoy of dozens or even hundreds of carriages, with powerful guards guarding them. The land of Jiuzhou is vast. Except for a few wealthy cities, most of them are deep mountains and forests, and there are endless horse robbers.

Zhou Liang practiced Yijin and bones, and his arms were almost as powerful as ten thousand pounds. With this power, the martial arts masters in the world were no match for him at all. He was not old and had not yet grown taller. He looked like a half-old boy, a half-old boy, and walking alone was really eye-catching. Most of the convoys that surpassed him often looked back at him.

No matter how strange it is, none of these businessmen who have been in the world for a long time came to provoke him. As people in the world, they have a wide range of knowledge and know that monks, Taoists, women, and children are single-handed. They are either young men with no experience or unfathomable masters. When they go out, it is better to have less than more things.

Caravans roared away one by one. They were afraid of provoking Zhou Liang, but they didn't know that he was almost extremely depressed. He regretted it. Why didn't you go back to the city or not? At least you could go to the market to buy a war horse. There was no transportation tool, but just relying on your legs. He could no longer be above the official road, revealing his strength. Sometimes, he really wanted to go deep into the mountains and forests and simply gallop freely.

He knew very well that this was impossible. In his previous life, he spent most of his time on the soul-catching banner, and the rest of his time was on the edge of the entire Jiuzhou. Jiuzhou has always been controlled by the Taoist sect. Even if he encountered a great disaster and the control of the Taoist sect was reduced, he, a small ghost cultivator, would never dare to go deep into the mainland. He had very little understanding of the mainland. After he really wanted to enter the mountains and forests, he didn't know where he went. At this time, he didn't have much self-protection power. When he met a monk, it was really a bit of a bad fortune, so he could only walk on the official road slowly.

The sound of horse hooves sounded from behind, and it seemed that another caravan was about to pass him. Zhou Liang lowered his head and walked forward. At this time, he heard the carriage stop in front of him.

What did they stop and do? Zhou Liang raised his head with a little confusion. He saw that it was just a small caravan, with almost ten caravans. Compared with dozens or hundreds of caravans, it was far behind. The most important thing was that a few strong men were holding weapons, looking like guards, and the rest were handlebars.

This should be a mixed caravan, and it is also a caravan. They are all small merchants who gather caravans or simply bring goods together to form a caravan. Their characteristics are that they are small and cannot afford to hire a strong guard. They can only rely on more people to strengthen their courage. Of course, such caravans also have benefits. Generally, larger horses do not take them seriously. After all, there is not much oil and water on them, which is also the reason why they can survive. However, for them, the word "peace" is more based on luck. If you really encounter some big horses and are in a bad mood, it is not impossible to eat theirs directly.

A middle-aged man who looked a little loyal walked off the carriage. Seeing his body was neatly dressed, he was mostly made of local cloth. Obviously, he was not rich, and these were all characteristics of a small caravan. However, this man seemed to have been practicing for a long time. His honest face showed his shrewdness. He walked directly to Zhou Liang, walked to him, and said, "Brother, where are you? Are you the only one?"

"I'll go to Huizhou!" Zhou Liang said lightly.

Huizhou is not too far from the north of Yangzhou, but it is also for monks. It is a thousand miles away. For ordinary people, if they have to walk for more than ten or twenty days, they can at most hurry up at night. Otherwise, if they hike like this, they will definitely not be able to reach Huizhou within two months. The reason why they go there is because Huizhou is a distribution center he knows about north and south. The most important thing is that Huangshan is in Huizhou, and he should be able to buy everything he needs there!

"Huizhou, we are about to go to Huizhou, so it's better to travel together!" the middle-aged man sincerely invited.

Zhou Liang, who was about to refuse, saw the expectations of middle-aged people in his eyes. It was good to have a car. Although these carriages were not good, most of the horses were good horses of monster blood. They would walk faster than him when they went to Huizhou. At most four or five days, they nodded and said, "Okay!"

The middle-aged man looked happy. He didn't expect that Zhou Liang would agree so bluntly and said loudly: "Zhao Ren! Bring Car No. 3!"

Car No. 3 was a relatively wide carriage. Zhou Liang swept it and only put a few boxes of goods inside. The rest was empty. Obviously, this was probably the empty car. It was possible that this car could be found in a caravan of ten cars. It was obvious that the other party was interested. Zhou Liang nodded slightly in his heart and sat in the car without saying a word.

Zhao Hu returned to the first car. A young man who was sixty or seventy percent similar to Zhao Hu on his eyebrows said unfairly: "Dad, he didn't even express his respect for you at all. You are too arrogant!"

"Hui'er, don't talk nonsense. We have not been peaceful all the way. He is obviously not an ordinary person, if..."

"But..." The young man wanted to say something, but was stopped by Zhao Hu. He waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Okay, let's go!"

The convoy walked slowly. After hearing such an interesting answer between the father and son in the car, Zhou Liang smiled slightly in his heart. Everyone has selfish intentions, but this selfish intention is within the scope of his acceptable range. Depending on the situation, if he encounters danger, he can just help them.

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