Dou Yihu heard someone killing the mountain village and couldn't help but glar: "Hey! Is this a visit or a warning? Damn, do you think there is no one on my chessboard?"

Dou Yihu, who cursed in a low voice, directly held a golden stick and rushed downstairs to the mountain.

When Dou Yihu left the village, he saw the young man who killed his brothers halfway up the mountain and strode with a dark golden spear. He looked only ten years old, with long hair loose, not handsome, but also very attractive. He had a free and unrestrained temperament.

"Hmph! Who dares to come to my chessboard to take the wild and seek death?" Dou Yihu shouted loudly and couldn't help but jumped to meet the young man with a golden stick in his hand, smashing the golden stick in his hand.

With a 'kneel' sound of gold and iron, the young man who had a long spear in his hand held the golden stick horizontally, but he smiled and shook Dou Yihu with both hands. Looking at Dou Yihu who staggered back and stepped on the mountain road with a crack, he couldn't help but look slightly lit up: "No, I'm pretty strong."

"Who are you?" Dou Yihu narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man with a slightly solemn expression.

The young man flipped the long spear in his hand and pointed to the ground with a slanted smile, "I'm placing an order, and I've been raising the name of Dou Village Master on the chessboard for a long time. I didn't expect that it was really disappointing to see him today. Dou Village Master's subordinates were all in a group of wine bags, which was vulnerable."

"Shan Ximu?" Dou Yihu, who frowned, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he heard this: "Are you here to make trouble for the chessboard? Although you are awesome, I, Dou Yihu, are not a vegetarian."

While speaking, Dou Yihu was indifferent to the fact that he held a golden stick and rushed towards Shan Ximu again.

Shan Ximu, who shook his head slightly and smiled, blocked his hand with a long spear, and fought fiercely with Dou Yihu on the mountain road.

Dou Yihu was angry in his heart, and the golden stick in his hand was extremely fierce. It was as hard as a storm.

Shan Ximu's long spear seemed easy and simple, but it easily blocked Dou Yihu's crazy and fierce attack. It had no intention of counterattack.

Slowly, after Dou Yihu's momentum was released and the attack weakened, Shan Ximu suddenly exerted force, and a swept spear in his hand collided fiercely with the golden stick in Dou Yihu's hand, and a burst of noise in the air.

Dou Yihu, whose tiger's mouth was torn apart, flew out of his hand. He flew out in a mess and fell into the grass beside the mountain road.

"It's too weak, it's really boring!" Shan Ximu couldn't help but shake his head and smile boredly when he saw this.

"Damn it!" Dou Yihu, who gritted his teeth and roared, flipped his hands and took out the red fire stove and stimulated it. In an instant, a hot flame swept towards Shan Ximu like a fire dragon.

"Huh?" Shan Ximu, whose face changed slightly, was calm. The long spear in his hand rotated in front of him, and a large amount of cold air gathered, as if forming a vortex, allowing the flame to crash into the vortex. With a sound of explosion, the long spear was blown away, and Shan Ximu reached out to catch it and retreated with the force.

Dou Yihu, who was holding the red stove in his hand, flashed on the mountain road, couldn't help but look at Shan Ximu below with a slightly changed face: "Myster?"

"Haha! I didn't expect that my brother would have such a treasure, so I was a little overwhelmed." He looked up and smiled at Dou Yihu, and Shan Ximu, who had a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, had no fear.

Dou Yihu looked at Shan Ximu in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you rushing into the mountain?"

"It's not that I insist on breaking into the mountain, but that your men are too domineering. If you occupy the mountain as king, will others not be allowed to go up to this mountain?" Shan Ximu shook his head and smiled, "I'm coming down here to see someone."

Dou Yihu frowned slightly and asked, "See someone? Who?"

"Zheng Yue Zhen!" Shan Ximu chuckled and said.

"Do you know the real person Xiaoyue?" Dou Yihu said in surprise: "Who are you? Why do you want to meet the real person?"

Looking at Dou Yihu with a smile, Shan Ximu, who was slightly silent, slowly spoke: "I am the disciple of Master Xiaoyue. By the way! The little sister above, don't be impulsive. Although I can block your hairpin, I don't want to be beaten for a while, making myself embarrassed."

While talking, Shan Ximu looked up and smiled at Dou Xiantong who had arrived behind Dou Yihu at some point, holding the Huoyun Chai in his hand and looking coldly at him.

"Sister, he said he was a disciple of Xiaoyue Zhenren. Do you think it is trustworthy?" Dou Yihu was stunned, turned around and looked at Dou Xiantong, and asked softly.

Dou Xiantong, who shook his head slightly, said directly: "I don't know! I have never heard of a real person having disciples or something."

"Hey, I am really a disciple of Xiaoyue. I'm a fake one," Shan Ximu said helplessly.

Dou Xiantong curled his lips and said, "You said yes? Why do you prove it?"

Shan Ximu shrugged and said, "If you let me see my teacher, you will naturally know whether what I said is true or false."

"Just, can you see the true person Xiaoyue just by saying that you can see it?" Dou Yihu sneered disdainfully.

At this moment, Xiaoyue's voice suddenly rang in the ears of Dou Yihu and Dou Xiantong: "Take him here!"

"Huh?" The brother and sister, who had a slightly stagnant expression, couldn't help but look at each other.

"Two, what's wrong?" Shan Ximu looked at Dou Yihu and his sister and said.

Dou Xiantong, who glared at Shan Ximu, said angrily: "It's nothing! Come with us!"

"It's not such a coincidence, right? I didn't expect it to be true!" Dou Yihu, who was slightly depressed, was also busy following Dou Xiantong to lead the way.

Seeing this, Shan Ximu smiled, holding a long spear and then followed.

Soon, the three of them came to the bamboo house in the bamboo forest opposite the lake behind the mountain village.

On a bamboo lounge chair outside the bamboo house, Xiaoyue, wearing a white robe, was drinking casually holding a pot of wine.

"Real person!" Dou Xiantong and Dou Yihu both bowed respectfully to Xiaoyue.

Shan Ximu stepped forward excitedly and knelt down to Xiaoyue and shouted respectfully: "Disciple, please pay homage to the teacher!"

"Get up!" Xiaoyue raised her hand slightly and looked at Shan Ximu who stood up respectfully. She couldn't help but nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, the teacher is not here, you haven't let go of your practice."

Shan Ximu said respectfully: "Disciple Teacher Meng teaches me carefully and dare not neglect your practice."

"Well! Ximu! Walking and practicing in various countries in the Western Regions. How did you gain?" Xiaoyue asked with a smile.

"It's a lot of gains!" Shan Ximu replied with a smile: "Teacher, I heard that the Tang army attacked Xiliang, and I came back."

Xiaoyue, who nodded gently, ordered casually: "Go! Stay here for the time being. It won't take long to get your skills. A tiger, fairy boy. Arrange Ximu to live in the mountain village!"

"Don't worry, we will greet Brother Shan well." Dou Yihu said hurriedly with a smile.

"Teacher, I'll leave!" Shan Ximu, who saluted Xiaoyue respectfully, left with Dou Yihu.

Xiaoyue, who watched them leave, couldn't help but turn her head and smile and look at Dou Xiantong, saying, "Fairy Tong. Why don't you leave?"

"Real person, when did you collect the bills as your disciple?" Dou Xiantong asked with a curious smile.

Xiaoyue couldn't help but feel a trace of remembrance flashed in her eyes and said, "That's too early! At that time, Ximu was just a baby in a cradle. Since then, he has become an orphan. I raised him. Three years ago, he was sixteen years old and I was successful in learning. I sent him out for a trip."

"I didn't expect that Brother Shan's life experience is so pitiful." Dou Xiantong couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "Ximu's father and grandfather are not unknown people, but unfortunately they both died young, which is really a pity. I hope Ximu can break free from the fate of these grandparents and grandchildren."

"Real person, do you want Brother Shan to help the court with us in the future to wipe out the Xiliang rebellion?" Dou Xiantong couldn't help but say.

Xiaoyue, who nodded slightly, said, "That's right! Unfortunately, Ximu may not be willing."

"Why?" Dou Xiantong was a little surprised: "Isn't they all longing for success in their careers? The expedition to the West is a good opportunity!"

Xiaoyue shook her head slowly and said, "Ximu, he may not be willing to serve the Tang Dynasty!"

"Why?" Dou Xiantong asked curiously.

Facing the curious baby-like Dou Xiantong, Xiaoyue, whose eyes were slightly closed, said helplessly: "Okay, girl! Why are there so many questions? You go back first! By the way, I remind your brother to release the old man you caught today as soon as possible, and it is best to have a good relationship with him. This will be good for you in the future."

"Oh, I understand!" Dou Xiantong, who curled her lips slightly and responded in a muffled voice, turned around and left.

After Dou Xiantong rowed back to the mountain village, for a while, the void not far away in front of Xiaoyue fluctuated slightly, and two figures stepped out, which were Chen Hua and Hu Ling'er.

"Grandpa! Grandma!" Xiaoyue seemed to be conscious and opened her eyes. Seeing the two of them, they hurriedly stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Haha, Xiaoyue, you arranged it well!" Chen Hua looked at Xiaoyue with a smile and said, "Your disciple is also good. However, he has a deep relationship with Datang and Cheng Yaojin. Do you really think he can give up his past grudges and be on the same path with them?"

Xiaoyue nodded and said, "Grandpa, I have confidence in Ximu! He will not disappoint us."

"Yeah!" Chen Hua, who nodded slightly, smiled helplessly and said, "I hope! On the court, it is not enough to just Xue Dingshan and a group of young generals who have learned some minor skills. This battle is much more difficult than they imagined. The court army does need some powerful generals. With that kid Ximu's ability is no worse than Xue Dingshan. I believe that he will be able to shine on the battlefield."

Xiaoyue shook her head and smiled, "Grandpa, the protagonists of this war are Fan Lihua and Xue Dingshan. She is the uncle of the Ice Spirit Master. Didn't she go to Lishan to guide Fan Lihua with her mother in Lishan?"

"Fan Lihua and Xue Dingshan have no three heads and six arms!" Chen Hua shook his head and said, "So, they need help. Not only Ximu, but also Qingyuan Qingzhu, and even Ziyang are inevitably introduced into the vortex of war. This is a disaster, the disaster of the ancestor star and the disaster of the human race are related to the fortune of the ancestor star, and even the saints have to pay attention to it. However, they are all powerless, which gives us the advantage."

Xiaoyue frowned slightly and said, "Grandpa, I can't understand why you care so much about Zuxing's luck?"

"Because the ancestor star is very special! The fortune of the ancestor star is extraordinary," Chen Hua said slowly: "Xiaoyue, don't underestimate the fortune of the ancestor star. As long as our fortune line can cultivate some talents on the ancestor star that can affect the fortune of the ancestor star, in the future, the fortune of our fortune line will be as stable as Mount Tai."

Xiaoyue nodded thoughtfully and said, "Grandpa, I have been to Zuxing for many years and have a good understanding of Zuxing. However, the more I know, the more I feel Zuxing is different. It seems that there are more mysteries that make me difficult to understand. The little Zuxing, grudges, love and hatred, and dynasty change, seems to be the most brilliant interpretation of human civilization and spirit. It condenses the essence of the human race's journey forward."

"This statement is a bit meaningful!" Chen Hua nodded slightly and smiled.

...

It was late at night, in the dungeon of the village, Dou Yihu and Cheng Yaojin sat opposite each other, with some wine and food placed in front of them, both of whom were drunk and talking vaguely.

After a while, after Cheng Yaojin was drunk, he fell to the ground and snore, Dou Yihu got up and walked out with a sway.

Not long after Dou Yihu left, Cheng Yaojin, whose eyes opened a crack, and a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Dou Yihu, who had left the dungeon, faced Dou Xiantong who was walking towards him, couldn't help but smile and said, "Haha, sister. The old guy's background made me find out. The old guy's surname is Jin and named Jin Lu, and he was a small grain escort officer who followed the emperor to fight. When the Xiliang soldiers attacked Jiepaiguan, he happened to be at Jiepaiguan and ran out in the chaos. He was talking about how to return to the court to bring reinforcements, just a small grain escort officer, and just a big reinforcement officer!"

"Brother, how much have you drunk?" Dou Xiantong, who stepped forward to support Dou Yihu, frowned.

"No... I didn't drink much! He couldn't drink that old thing at all! He couldn't drink much! He got drunk before he could drink much, haha..." Dou Yihu smiled foolishly as he spoke, and was a little unstable.

Dou Xiantong was speechless: "Okay, stop talking! I'll send you back to rest! Really, I'm drinking so much!"

"I didn't...didn't drink too much!" Dou Yihu, who waved his hand and said, was helped by Dou Xiantong to leave.

Not long after they left, a vague figure in the darkness slowly stepped out, and it was Shan Ximu.

After looking at the direction where Dou Xiantong and his sister left, Shan Ximu looked at the direction where the dungeon was: "Jin Lu? The Grain Officer?"

The next moment, Shan Ximu, who fainted out of thin air, disappeared like invisibility, flashed into a breeze and turned into a breeze and headed into the dungeon. He easily avoided the guards in the dungeon and came outside the dungeon door where Cheng Yaojin was imprisoned.

"Huh?" Cheng Yaojin seemed to be conscious and opened his eyes. Seeing Shan Ximu standing outside with his hands behind his back, he smiled and frowned, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Shan!" Shan Ximu spoke slowly, but his eyes were staring at Cheng Yaojin tightly.

The surname of Shan? Cheng Yaojin's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he looked at Shan Ximu for a long time without saying anything.

Shan Ximu looked at Cheng Yaojin and said, "You are not surnamed Jin, nor are you called Jin Lu. If I was not mistaken, you should be Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Lu of the Tang Dynasty, right?"
To be continued...