The carriage never stopped, and Mu Qiuhuang never rested for a moment. He always ran behind the carriage. No matter how fast or slow the carriage ran, Mu Qiuhuang was never left behind, and the distance from the carriage was always maintained.

Within five hundred meters.

After running for two hours, Zhang Fuling lifted the curtain and glanced at Mu Qiuhuang. After realizing that Mu Qiuhuang still had some energy left, he lowered the curtain without saying a word... In this way, the carriage ran from morning to sunset, and Mu Qiuhuang

Qiuhuang also went from a vigorous pace at first to a shaky one later, from sweating profusely to drying up. Although Mu Qiuhuang was exhausted, he kept gritting his teeth and persisted, never asking for a rest... In the evening,

The carriage finally stopped, and the moment Mu Qiuhuang ran to the carriage, her eyes suddenly went dark...and she fainted.

Seeing this, Wuxin quickly jumped off the donkey's back and prepared to go to the rescue, but there was someone faster than him.

The moment Mu Qiuhuang fell to the ground, Zhang Fuling had already reached Mu Qiuhuang, caught him, and without saying a word, he pried open Mu Qiuhuang's mouth and inserted a small yellow pill into his abdomen.

, and then slapped Mu Qiuhuang's chest to dissolve the elixir for him. After confirming that Mu Qiuhuang was okay, Zhang Fuling breathed a sigh of relief, and then held Mu Qiuhuang's hands and delivered some medicine to him.

True Qi... Although the sleeping Mu Qiuhuang's face was exhausted, the tenacity between her brows was unfailing.

In fact, Zhang Fuling only planned to let Mu Qiuhuang run for two hours at first. However, after two hours, he discovered that Mu Qiuhuang still had some strength left, so he started to test Mu Qiuhuang's limits.

Where? Who knew that this test would last for a whole day. Several times during the process, Zhang Fuling felt that Mu Qiuhuang couldn't hold on anymore, and was ready to stop and rest when Mu Qiuhuang spoke, but who would have thought that Mu Qiuhuang would not be able to hold on anymore?

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

At first, Zhang Fuling didn't care much, thinking that Mu Qiuhuang's physical strength was limited after all. Even if he could endure it mentally, he would definitely not be able to support it physically. After all, it was a fact that Mu Qiuhuang's Qihai was destroyed and he could not perform his kung fu. But so

What Zhang Fuling never expected was that Mu Qiuhuang would control his body with his mind... At this time, Zhang Fuling already believed that even if he let the carriage run for another hour, Mu Qiuhuang could still hold on for another hour.

"What a stubborn boy." Zhang Fuling couldn't help but muttered, but his eyes were full of admiration.

In fact, if Zhang Fuling knew how Mu Qiuhuang got here these years, he wouldn't be surprised.

Since entering the military camp at the age of seven, Mu Qiuhuang has never rested for more than three hours a day.

From getting up early in the morning every day, Mu Qiuhuang has to run and exercise with ordinary soldiers. When the soldiers complete their tasks and go to rest, Mu Qiuhuang has to practice swordsmanship with the Nine Emperors. After practicing swordsmanship in the morning, in the afternoon

Immediately afterwards, he had to study classics and epics with the old gentleman. After finally finishing these afternoon lessons, in the evening, another army general came over to teach the art of war and battle formations. After learning all this, Mu Qiuhuang had to

Review everything you have learned throughout the day before going to rest.

Everything else was fine, but the hardest part was practicing swordsmanship with the Nine Emperors.

You can imagine a seven-year-old child holding a big knife. He stood there for a whole morning. With a flick of his wrist, a bamboo stick followed... You can't cry yet. If you cry, the knife will fall.

When you get to the ground, you have to pick it up and start from scratch. If you miss time practicing sword practice, you have to make up for other homework time during sleep time... Every day, Mu Qiuhuang falls asleep with his pillow wet, even many times.

Mu Qiuhuang always fell asleep with tears every time, and when he woke up the next day, his pillow was all wet... I heard that since Mu Qiuhuang entered the camp, Mu Qingen only went to see her secretly once, and then never again.

I went to see him because I was afraid that I would not be able to bear the pain of seeing my son suffer.

Mu Qiuhuang continued this kind of life for seven full years. During these seven years, no matter whether it was the scorching sun or the biting cold wind, it never changed for a day. It was also these seven years that trained Mu Qiuhuang to become the best person in the world.

He has a resilience that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

This is also the reason why Mu Qiuhuang can persevere during the day.

…

By the time Mu Qiuhuang woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Mu Qiuhuang got out of the carriage and looked around, only to find that the three of them were still at the place where they camped yesterday. She stretched her muscles and felt energetic. She couldn't help but feel strange in her heart, thinking that she had been running all day yesterday, and today

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain in my whole body.

Wu Xin saw Mu Qiuhuang wake up and said with joy on his face: "It's great that the donor is fine."

"Little monk, why are you the only one? Where is the old immortal?" Mu Qiuhuang asked.

"Zhang Xianren..." Wu Xin stopped talking.

At this moment, Zhang Fuling appeared out of nowhere, carrying a fat hare in his hand, and said angrily: "Excuse me, a young marquis doesn't even mention preparing some good wine and food in his carriage.

It's just some steamed buns and water. It seems that my life is more miserable than that of the old man. And you, the book boy, can't be commanded by the old man. It's a pity that the old man has to go hunting by himself at such an old age..."

Seeing Zhang Fuling chattering endlessly, Mu Qiuhuang helplessly smiled and said: "When we meet the inn, I will treat the old god to wine and meat."

"I have no chance to meet the inn. To tell you the truth, my old man, I have chosen to walk in the barren mountains this time...I will leave it to you to hunt for food next time. Don't expect me to find food for you.

."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin with a helpless face, wondering why Zhang Fuling was so angry.

Wu Xin explained helplessly: "It's not that the young monk doesn't want to find food, it's just that Zhang Xianren doesn't want to eat steamed buns and wild fruits, so he has to eat meat. The young monk really can't kill..."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at the wild fruits and steamed buns on the ground, patted Wu Xin's shoulder, and consoled him with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry for you, little monk, I'll take care of the hunting next time..."

Zhang Fuling was furious when he saw the two of them. He handed the hare to Mu Qiuhuang and said, "Why don't you hurry up and get something to eat? I'm almost starving to death. I'll go and take a nap in the carriage first."

Yes, call me after the hare is roasted."

Zhang Fuling walked towards the carriage as he spoke, muttering: "The stubborn little monk is far worse than Jue Se and the others..."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin who looked aggrieved, smiled helplessly and prepared to light a fire to roast the rabbit.

As soon as the rabbit was skinned and cleaned, Zhang Fuling was heard snoring like thunder in the carriage.

Seeing that there was only one camping tent on the ground, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but ask: "What? Didn't the old god sleep last night?"

Wuxin Wenyan explained to Mu Qiuhuang: "After the donor fainted last night, the monk set up a tent for Zhang Xianren, but Zhang Xianren said that he slept too much during the day and could not sleep at night, so he had to keep vigil...

…”

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corners of Mu Qiuhuang's lips, and she looked at the carriage and said in her heart, "What an old god with a sharp mouth and a heart of beans!"

Fortunately, there was enough seasoning in the carriage. Mu Qiuhuang had already learned how to survive in the wild when he was in the army, so Mu Qiuhuang soon roasted the hare. The hare was sizzling and oily, and a unique fragrance filled the air.

.

Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but work up her appetite when she smelled the fragrance. She watched the hare swallow her saliva and was about to wake up Zhang Fuling, but she saw Zhang Fuling sleeping soundly.

In the end, Mu Qiuhuang did not wake up Zhang Fuling. Instead, she made the fire small and stuck a hare beside it to keep warm. She took a wild fruit she picked unintentionally, walked to the side and started to walk.

Zhang Fuling woke up and looked at the untouched hare and Mu Qiuhuang, who was riding a horse, and couldn't help but feel happy.

"Boy, here's this for you. It's so delicious when roasted. It's really a waste of time to blind the rabbit that the old man shot..." Zhang Fuling muttered, and he only tore off one rabbit leg, and handed most of it to Mu.

Autumn Phoenix.

Seeing this, Mu Qiuhuang smiled slightly and said nothing, took the hare, pulled off a rabbit leg and started to devour it.

Wuxin sat across from the two of them, looked at the rabbit meat in their hands, and began to chant sutras for the salvation of the hare.

In a short time, Zhang Fuling had finished eating his rabbit leg and stared eagerly at the remaining hare.

Mu Qiuhuang handed the remaining hare to Zhang Fuling and said, "Young man has eaten a few wild fruits just now, and you are already very full now. It's up to you, old god, to eat it!"

Zhang Fuling looked at Mu Qiuhuang, took the hare and began to feast on it. While eating, he said, "It's not that your roasted rabbit is delicious, but I am really hungry and can't choose what to eat..."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Zhang Fuling and smiled, but did not argue with him.

Zhang Fuling looked at Mu Qiuhuang and shouted: "It's boring, it's really boring. If you don't quarrel with the old man, life seems to have lost some of its fun."

"Old Immortal, it turns out that you are okay with this?" Mu Qiuhuang said with a confused look on his face: "Then let me ask the old Immortal, what is life?"

"Is this right? As long as you follow

No matter what the old Taoist quarrels with, the old Taoist can argue with you."

Zhang Fuling said with great interest: "Little monk, first tell me what is life?"

Wuxin stopped chanting sutras and turned around and said, "Amitabha, for this young monk, worshiping Buddha and reciting sutras is life?"

Seeing this, Mu Qiuhuang pretended to be pleased and patted Wu Xin's shoulder, and said seriously: "That's right, that's right, little monk, your thoughts have progressed very quickly since you followed me! I originally thought you wanted to save all sentient beings.

, what about educating the world?”

Zhang Fuling chuckled, turned around and asked with interest: "Boy, what about you? What do you think is life?"

Hearing this, Mu Qiuhuang tilted his head and thought for a moment and said: "When I was a child, I often wondered what was on the other side of the mountain. Later, an old scholar who taught me told me, 'Beyond the mountain is the sea.

', So, with a secret desire, one day I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, but I came back almost crying... Because on the other side of the mountain, there is still a mountain. I don't understand the old man.

Why did the academic lie to me? It was not until later, after climbing countless mountains, that I discovered that the old academic was right. There is indeed the sea on the other side of the mountain... So, I think life is about climbing mountains.

Crossing one mountain after another.”

As soon as Mu Qiuhuang finished speaking, Wuxin clasped his hands together and said with a pious face: "Amitabha, the donor's wisdom is very deep. Every time the young monk hears the donor's words, he can't help but feel enlightened."

"Pooh!"

Zhang Fuling looked at the two of them and said, "Let's not talk about the monk's polytheistic stick. Why do you, a kid, like to talk nonsense all day long? What's strange is that this little monk only likes you?"

Mu Qiuhuang laughed loudly when he heard this, while Wuxin looked at Zhang Fuling helplessly.

Zhang Fuling is of the same generation as his ancestor, and even his masters and uncles are a generation below him. What's more, Zhang Fuling's relationship with his ancestor is far from ordinary. Therefore, seeing Zhang Fuling being so disrespectful to the monk, I have no choice but to give up.

I can only endure it.

"Little monk, don't be unconvinced. Ask Juese if that boy talks like this boy?" Zhang Fuling half-squinted his eyes.

"Amitabha, in reply to Immortal Zhang, the donor indeed has very deep wisdom, and my uncle's mysterious understanding of Buddhism is far beyond what a young monk can achieve..." Wu Xin said with an honest face.

"Yeah! Young monk, are you going to make me angry to death?"

Zhang Fuling looked at the two of them and could not help but recall the scene in his mind when he deceived the three young monks Jue Wen, Jue Jian and Jue Se decades ago. Looking at Mu Qiuhuang, he thought: "The old Taoist deceived those three young monks back then.
To be continued...