In June, the weather is very hot.

On the official road, a young man wearing a somewhat old-fashioned blue shirt rode on the back of a black donkey and was rushing slowly.

"Come on, keep up!"

The population of Qi State is large, and there are many pedestrians and caravans on the official roads.

The leader of the caravan kept urging at the backward cars.

"Wow, dad, look over there, someone is riding a black donkey!"

The boy riding a donkey was closing his eyes to rest when he suddenly heard a child shouting loudly in the middle of the caravan opposite.

"What are you shouting, are you not surprised!"

The adult patted the child's head gently and said with some blame.

"Dad, do you think that person is Young Master Huan Chang?"

The child did not care about his father's blame. Instead, he opened his bright eyes and stared at the donkey boy riding.

The child's father also looks like he is in his thirties, but Kong Wu is powerful.

He glanced at the boy on the donkey's back, then lowered his voice and said, "This is another counterfeit guy who follows the trend."

When the child heard this, he couldn't help but look disappointed in his eyes.

A year ago, the child's father had visited Mingjian Villa and had witnessed the shocking battle from afar.

After returning home, the man frothed and told his son about what he had seen and heard, and even exaggerated.

Since then, the child has remembered Shujian Pavilion, and also remembered the descendant of Shujian Pavilion riding a black donkey, the young hero Huan Changhuan.

In fact, Huan Chang did not play any role in that decisive battle.

The reason why people can remember Huan Chang is not because of how high his martial arts are, but because of his special identity.

Many sects and tourists from the world know that Xu Wang put down his harsh words before leaving, and no one dared to ignore this threat.

Therefore, Huan Chang became an existence that cannot be provoked.

This has led many elders of the sect to warn their disciples not to provoke Huan Chang, so as not to cause trouble for the sect.

Many young men naturally envied Huan Chang's tough backstage.

There were even many young men who wanted to be taken as disciples by hermits and masters, and they tried every means to get a black donkey.

They dressed exactly like Huan Chang, and they also fantasized about being valued by peerless strong men.

This kind of outfit has quickly become a trend, and has been following suit for many years.

This also led to the price of black donkeys in Qi State's territory rising sharply.

Therefore, even though a year has passed, Huan Chang still has a great reputation in Qi State.

Walking on the road, you can see a boy riding a black donkey passing by from time to time.

The child fantasized about being accepted as a disciple by a master and wanted to have a black donkey, but failed to get what he wanted.

While advancing with the caravan, the child saw many young people riding on the back of a black donkey with a arrogant face.

Every time a child sees this scene, his little face is full of envy.

He also secretly guessed in his heart whether those guys riding the black donkey were the real successors of Shujian Pavilion.

But every time I ask my father, the child feels a little disappointed.

"So it's a fake guy again."

The child naturally believes in his father's words.

Because of the child's father, he had witnessed the battle at Mingjian Villa and also saw Huan Chang himself from a distance.

This is also the capital that a child’s father can boast about now.

Obviously, although the black donkey was very strong, the boy on the donkey's back looked completely different from Huan Chang.

Hearing the soft murmurs of the father and son, the boy riding a donkey opened his eyes and smiled bitterly again on his face.

"I've been regarded as a fake again."

The boy showed helplessness on his face, but he didn't say much, and passed by the caravan.

This boy riding a donkey was Huan Chang.

However, because Huan Chang has comprehended the disguise technique in the past year and has changed his face.

It is not surprising that man didn't recognize Huan Chang's current appearance.

"The place where Sun Moon Lake is located is Neihu Island in Liucheng, and it should not be too far away from this place."

After calming down for a while, Huan Chang looked up at the distance and thought to himself.

At this time, more than a month had passed since Huan Chang left the hut where he practiced.

During this period, he changed his face and entered the city along the way, and also heard a lot of news.

Even after a year, the tourists from the martial arts village still talked about the battle at Mingjian Villa.

Everyone was also guessing where the master of Shujian Pavilion who had mastered the cultivation of the masters of the Book Sword Pavilion went.

There is also why Huan Chang, the descendant of Shujian Pavilion, has not had any news for the past year?

As for the demise of Mingjian Villa, there are fewer talkers now.

Fighting and fighting are too common in the world.

The destruction of the sect is not uncommon. No matter how brilliant Mingjian Villa was once, it has become a passing cloud.

However, Huan Chang still found out that the battle to destroy Mingjian Villa was also suffering.

In any case, Mingjian Villa was also a super sect back then and had a strong foundation.

Even though Jiang Xiaobai led a large number of masters and two thousand Golden Scale Guards to come, he would suffer a lot of losses if he was careless.

Even if Mingjian Villa was destroyed and Wanjian City was also taken into account by Qi, the King of Qi was still furious.

The King of Qi summoned Jiang Xiaobai back and asked him to reflect carefully in Linzi.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, and Huan Chang rode the black donkey for another journey, feeling a little thirsty.

"The sun is so vicious, I'd better go to the forest to rest for a while."

Huan Chang came out this time to travel to Qi to increase his knowledge, and there was no particular purpose.

Walking is also a kind of practice.

After more than a month after he came out, Huan Chang was straightforward and took peace with the situation. Sometimes he even slept directly in the wilderness.

"Xiao Hei, go into the mountains and forests to enjoy the cool air."

Xiao Hei's eyes lit up and turned into a black whirlwind, rushing towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

In fact, with Huan Chang's martial arts and Xiao Hei's strong body, he would not feel uncomfortable because of this heat.

However, if you can find a cool place, it will make you feel comfortable.

Since Huan Chang came out to refine his mind, he naturally had to do it in a straightforward manner.

There are trees growing in the mountains and forests.

Because the plants and trees are too vigorous, even the pervasive sunlight cannot shine in.

“Buzz!”

Although the mountains and forests in summer are cool, they are inevitably filled with annoying mosquitoes.

"Thirt!"

Huan Chang was used to it.

The index finger and middle finger of the right hand gently stroked, and the half-inch sword light immediately rotated through the air.

"Shit!"

The mosquitoes surrounding them fell from the air like dumplings.

Huan Chang still refused to give up.

The powerful god suddenly burst out, bringing all the mosquitoes around him into his perception. Half an inch of sword light flew, and the mosquitoes fell to the ground one after another.

"This spring rain grass is a good way to kill mosquitoes."
Chapter completed!