Faced with the storm, dozens of men in black followed a monster like a hunting dog and were circling around the official road.

The middle-aged man responsible for taming the tracking dog hurried to the leading old man to sue: "The master, it may be that the rain washed away the smell on their bodies, and the sky lost its target."

"waste!"

After cursing angrily, the old man sighed helplessly. Tracking dogs are not omnipotent. The rain washed away the residual odor and naturally lost their target.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man finally gave up his anger. It is not easy to cultivate a tracking dog that evolved into a monster, and it takes a lot of financial and material resources.

It is necessary to be tamed from an early age. Only when emotions are cultivated can one achieve mutual understanding. If a breeder is changed, the tracking dog will be useless.

Technical talents are treated with special treatment after all. Cold water is always easy for people to wake up, and the old man reacts instantly when he is poured into the rain.

"They can't walk far with a child. There are places to shelter from nearby. I'll set off after escaping this rainstorm!"

A tall and thin young man familiar with the local environment replied: "Report to the master of the hall, there is an inn that is thirty miles away, which is the only place for food, accommodation and rest within a radius of fifty miles."

...

After eating and drinking, Li Mu and his group went back to their room to rest. Although the warrior's body was strong, the weather for days of sleeping in the open still made people physically and mentally exhausted.

It was still early before the imperial court's appointment, but experience told Li Mu that if you want to live comfortably in Hanchuan in the future, you must first understand the most realistic local situation.

With the imperial court's official documents, he went to take office casually. There was no problem in peacetime, but now it is a chaotic era. If you don't have much care, you won't be played to death when you arrive at a place?

In order to sneak in and find out the situation in advance, after setting out from the capital, they basically kept traveling two thousand miles a day.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be faster, but mainly because this speed is approaching the limit of a first-level monster war horse. In order to ensure the physical strength of the war horses, Li Mu even feeds them spiritual beast pills.

At the current speed, the ideal state is: a month and a half, you can successfully arrive in Hanchuan County. Judging from the current situation, it is probably a while to be postponed.

These are all small problems. Genggu is responsible for protecting the Dharma and practicing internal skills for two hours as usual. A smile appeared on the corner of Li Mu's mouth.

He was one step closer to the fourth floor of the Heavenly Man. It was estimated that the day he arrived in Hanchuan County was his breakthrough.

Just looking at the lazy lying on the verge of rolling, Li Mu's joy disappeared. "Man is so angry that people are more angry than beasts." He doesn't do anything all day long, and he knows that the little guy who eats and drinks will also rise in his cultivation.

The bottleneck that monsters should have encountered seemed to have not existed on Genggu's body. After waking up after sleeping, they turned from a second-level monster to a third-level monster. Judging from the breath, it was estimated that it was not far from the second level of the Heavenly Man.

Li Mu can understand that his cultivation breakthrough is fast. After all, there is never a lack of geniuses in this world.

But the problem is that Gunguan has never practiced. Apart from eating, eating, eating, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, and playing, he is completely a lazy beast.

If monsters are so lazy, they will probably become endangered protected animals in a few years.

The situation is similar now. Except for the sea, which is still the world of monsters, monsters on land can only gather in the deep mountains and forests to survive.

Seeing that Li Mu had finished his practice, Gengbang quickly ran over and pulled Li Mu out, as if saying: It's time to start a meal.

Sometimes Li Mu wonders if Gunguen has the blood of Taotie. It is not enough to eat seven or eight regular meals a day. As long as he sees that he has time, he will immediately ask for an extra meal.

Every time I eat it, as long as I spend a lasting hour, Genggu can start the next meal. Every time I eat dozens of kilograms, I don’t see any excretion every ten days or half a month. Li Mu doesn’t know where it eats the food.

Fortunately, I helped it get rid of its picky food problem and fully demonstrated the talent of a choreographer animal, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford it.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a "bang" sound, and the gate of the station was kicked open.

Dozens of men in black who were soaked in the dark broke into the door. Judging from the look, this style was a complete villain, and there was not even the most basic etiquette.

Except for the leading old man who caused Li Mu's idea slightly, the rest of the people were ignored by him.

For no other reason, as long as the martial artist's cultivation reaches the innate realm, he will not be wet by the rain. He will become a waste of the chicken and be so arrogant and domineering, he will die sooner or later.

The experienced middle-aged postmaster found the leader from the crowd at a glance and quickly ran to the old man to apologize.

Unfortunately, he was destined to do useless work. He was suddenly attacked by heavy rain and lost his pursuit target. The old man was accumulating a lot of anger, so he naturally would not give him a good look.

Before the old man could speak, his winked subordinate stepped forward first, grabbed the middle-aged Yicheng's clothes on the chest, and scolded sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, now I'll ask you for answers. If a word is wrong, be careful of your head!"

Such a fierce and evil scene almost caused the middle-aged postmaster to collapse, and his whole body trembled, and his speech was intermittent.

After a long time, he only spit out the word "good", which made Li Mu frown. He seemed to have noticed his master's thoughts. As a mount and thug, Gengbeng, who was a mount and thug, glared at the old man fiercely.

The warrior's sensing is very keen. The third-level monster is equivalent to a celestial warrior. How can you not feel when you are stared at by such a ferocious beast?

In an instant, the leading old man in black burst into tears, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Fortunately, this was just a warning, and it came and went quickly.

The man is old and realizes that some masters are unhappy with them. The old man in black immediately changed his attitude and slapped his subordinates. Then he scolded him sternly: "Nonsai, how did you speak? Haven't you taught you the rules? Why don't you apologize to this adult quickly!"

The sudden change directly made the young man who was acting in trouble and had no idea what was going on.

When did the word "女" become so cheap? Now even a small postmaster can be called "女".

His physical instinct made him obey the old man's instructions, patting his mouth while nodding at the middle-aged official secretary and apologizing.

The sudden reversal made the middle-aged official secretary very uncomfortable. His rich life experience told him: something abnormal will happen.

No matter what, if you solve the trouble in front of you, it is a good thing. For small people, asking too many questions often makes you not live long.

Although his body was still trembling, the middle-aged postmaster still pretended to be nothing, and said, "You are polite, you are not worth mentioning. I will immediately ask the kitchen to do it."

After confirming that the danger just now had nothing to do with the postmaster in front of him, the old man said politely: "The rain outside just now was too heavy, and this kid's mind was in water. He was confused for a moment, please include it more.

The fifty taels of silver are considered as our compensation for the losses of the gate. Now I’m sorry to arrange the room for us and prepare a few tables of banquets.”

After hearing this, the middle-aged postmaster frowned and said in embarrassment: "It's easy to say about the banquet for the old man, I can arrange it immediately.

It was just a coincidence that the guest rooms were full today. Now there are only two wood-rooms left..."

To be frank, if it weren't for the change in the old man's attitude, he wouldn't dare tell the truth. Letting these people in the world live in woodsheds would definitely be tired of living.

But these people are not easy to mess with, so how could the two waves in the previous ones be easy to mess with? Any wave is someone who can kill him.

Before they could finish their words, the faces of the men in black became gloomy. If they weren't concerned about the old man's attitude, they might have taken action immediately.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man in black forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart: "Dare you ask the Yicheng, are there any distinguished guests checking in today?"

The middle-aged postmaster who was good at climbing along the pole immediately made a complimentary gesture: "Sir, have good eyesight! There are several generals from the capital who stayed at this postmaster."

Even though they knew that this was pulling the tiger's skin and pulling the banner, the men in black had to restrain their anger. They were causing trouble at the post station in front of the imperial generals. Not to mention that they could not afford to protect them, even the forces behind them could not afford to protect them.

No matter how chaotic the world is, it will be the world of the Great Zhou Empire. It basically locked in where the danger just now came from. The old man in black was very sensible and did not continue to ask.

He said in a pretentious manner: "The postmaster doesn't have to make things difficult, just prepare a banquet. We are all martial arts practitioners, and we will deal with each other overnight in the hall..."

Before the old man finished his performance, Li Mu interrupted: "Yi Cheng, prepare a certain meal and a pot of animal milk. My mount is now to eat."

There was a big living person suddenly in the hall, and they didn't even notice that the men in black were scared.

After taking a look at the man and a bear who occupied the best position, the cold sweat on the forehead of the old man in black involuntarily emerged again.

If it weren't for the breath that wouldn't lie, he would never have dreamed that the danger just now came from the cute cute bear waving its claws.

Seeing Genggan gently patting the table with his bear's paw, as if he was urging the meal, the old man in black did not dare to delay at all, and said incoherently: "Give them aside first, we don't have to worry... we don't have to worry!"

...

The incident in the hall was not hidden from the interested people upstairs. They were all ready for battle, but they all breathed a sigh of relief.

A girl pretending to be a nun said, "Senior sister, that disciple is so powerful. She actually scared Qiu Wanhe, the old thief, dared not move!"

Before the woman pretending to be a Taoist priest replied, the young monk next to him couldn't help it: "What a disciple, he has bullied you?"

As he spoke, he seemed to be about to rush out to find Li Mu and he was so scared that everyone hurriedly stopped him.

The fake Taoist priest in Qingyi rubbed his forehead helplessly and said angrily: "Senior Brother Duan, don't listen to junior sister Liu's nonsense.

What is the Dingtut? That day was just a misunderstanding. It was all a prank by the naughty bear. If the Dingtutt ​​really was, how could we let go?"

Junior Sister Liu, who was taught a lesson, said dissatisfiedly: "Sister Wang, don't be confused by his performance that day. The monster's nature follows the master. The monster's kind of monster will have any master.

Xiong Xiong is so cute. If he hadn't been led by his master, how could he have become so good..."

Before Junior Sister Liu finished speaking, the middle-aged monk next to him couldn't help but scold him, "Nephew Liu, when is it time? You are still making such a mess.

The bear below was a third-level monster. He just glared at Qiu Wanhe and was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

To cultivate a third-level monster, it not only requires a lot of resources, but also a lot of time. It is simply impossible without hundreds of years.

Although this person has a very young face, his real age is probably not younger than the ancestors in the sect. How could such a senior master be a disciple?"

Obviously, the scene of the old man in black just now was observed by the middle-aged falsified monk.

With his inherent life experience, he took it for granted and directly ignored Li Mu's official uniform and forgot that a true senior expert would not stay in the court to serve.
Chapter completed!