Before, because of my lack of strength and no time, I was entangled by things around me, and I just silently paid attention to the information.

Now that I have gotten rid of the chores, I want to meet this old friend I have never dared to forget...

…

If you leave the underworld, you will be helpless, and rushing to the road is a big trouble.

Zhang Baoren can now enter and exit the dark world without going through the underworld. Logically speaking, he can use this to make the world a faraway place, but he has no coordinates.

The Huangquan Road can enter and exit the Jiuzhou without interruption, and connecting the Yin world is only the basics. More importantly, the countless fine coordinates that exist in the Yang world that are both the Jiuzhou barrier.

With these anchor points, you can go anywhere, otherwise the chaos in the dark world can only be bumped around and no one knows where they are teleported.

Maybe I'll even get lost in the ghostly place in the dark world.

Zhang Baoren had no choice but to try his luck when he ran away last time, but having good luck once does not mean he will always be lucky. He dare not do anything wrong now.

…

The black official road is long and flat, although it is not as good as the roads in previous lives, if you consider the carrying capacity and the minimum requirements for road use, this official road can definitely be called surplus.

At a minimum, it looks like it is made of black sand. When it is carefully seen that some of it is sand, and at the same time it is mixed with a little dead ash, as well as grass and grass... It looks like some specially prepared special material.

Zhang Baoren could feel a little warmth when he stepped on the road, and felt a thin and tough golden light shining under his feet.

The specific function of this path is gradually clear in my heart... It has the ability to warn and reject monsters and even wild animals.

“No wonder there is a custom of staying in the wild and not leaving the road and bonfires…”

While walking fast at a speed far beyond ordinary people, Zhang Baoren was bored thinking about these useless things.

After going down the mountain, I felt more and more restraints in Kyushu not long after.

Although he mastered the ability to fly in the air, he did not dare to fly around, worried that the noise would be discovered by his former colleagues.

Fortunately, he is truly extraordinary. Even if he runs with his body alone, he is faster than an average thousand-mile horse. In addition, the various magical powers of Pusushi are like a gust of wind.

If it is just an ordinary person, the distance between southern Yuzhou and Shanhe Pass is not to exhaust people on the road.

Just as he was talking in his heart, Zhang Baoren suddenly let his feet lightly, looked up at the front, and saw a fork in the road not far away suddenly entering a convoy.

The convoy was not big, with only about a dozen people, with a total of four cars, with wooden rigs with food and debris in front and behind. A few handheld poses that had been practicing a few moves were sitting in the car and shouting.

There were two thick and solemn carriages in the carriage, with children laughing and a faint smell of powder coming from the carriage tightly covered with green curtains at the back.

The black curtain of the carriage in front was lifted up, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a bamboo shirt sat on the shaft holding a book.

This should be a big boy who has traveled far away.

Zhang Baoren looked at it for a moment, then smiled and leaned forward. The Confucian scholar who had read the book before clasped his fists and said, "This gentleman is polite..."

"Who are you…"

The scholar put the book in his hand in front of his belly and asked in confusion.

Zhang Baoren nodded and smiled, "I am a passerby like you. I accidentally threw the water bag while resting in front of me.

I happened to meet my husband and his party, so I was shameless and wanted to ask for some wine to quench my thirst.”

The scholar smiled when he heard this, and then ordered the man who looked like a guard sitting on the wooden cart in front of him: "Please give this hero sake..."

Zhang Baoren was wearing a samurai robe that came along the way.

Although the robes condensed by the "golden light of the earth" can be manifested in reality to cover the body, they can see that they are extraordinary and too conspicuous when they look golden.

Now this intentional dressing and a mature and well-proportioned body are obviously a martial arts man walking in the world.

He reached out to take the sheepskin water bag thrown from the front, pulled out the cork, and drank it with the faint sour smell of wine.

Generally, those who go out, especially when traveling far away, will prepare enough wine to quench their thirst. This wine is not strong wine, but sake that is not much better than water.

Not everyone in this world is addicted to alcohol, mainly because alcohol can be more resistant to storage.

The taste of sake is sour, astringent and slightly sweet. The real taste is definitely not good, but it is not bad for Zhang Baoren, who has not tasted in his mouth for a long time.

Half a small bag of sweet and sour water fell into her stomach, sighed with satisfaction, raised her arm and wiped her mouth, and Shusheng thanked: "Thank you so much, sir..."

"There are brothers in the world. Meeting is fate. When you go out, you must support each other..."

The scholar smiled generously and asked, "I wonder where the hero is from?"

Zhang Baoren said: "He was originally from Yongzhou. He has practiced several moves. Because he is old but has no way out, he can't stand gossip. This time he plans to go to the border to explore."

The scholar said with some surprise when he heard this: "It's a coincidence. I also came from Yongzhou and wanted to go to the border.

My cousin at home works in the business bank there, and I am planning to surrender.”

"That's really fate..."

"Yes, it's really a fate. It's better to go together to have some care."
Chapter completed!