The desert is called "Tianhe", it is the decisive battlefield of the battle between the fairy and the devil many years ago, and it is also the place where the entrance to the devil domain is located.
The dead air condenses in the sky above the gorge, and there are still evil spells and traps set by the demons, which is not suitable for flying. Therefore, the destination of Yu Jian's arrival was a small town called "Pingchuan" in the southern part of the desert.
Although Pingchuan is built on an oasis, it is still full of yellow sand, greenery is sparse, and even the leaves appear listless, curled into a wrinkled ball.
The gray sky and the yellow air were one after another, and Ning Ning couldn't help coughing as soon as he jumped off the star-marked sword.
"After so many years, Pingchuan Town has not changed at all."
Tian Xianzi raised his eyes and looked around, without concealing his sigh, and finally turned his head to look at the young man in white beside him: "Senior brother, are you feeling unwell?"
The man shook his head and replied warmly, "No problem."
It was Wen Hemian.
At the beginning, the demons were retreating, and the cultivation world also suffered heavy casualties. They almost exhausted the strength of the major sects, and finally built the two-meter dust formation, which condensed into an enchantment at the end of the sky, blocking the two worlds of humans and demons.
Due to the decline of talents, it is difficult for monks to meet the vast spiritual power required by the formation, so when forming the formation, they often use flesh and blood as a guide to fill the vacancy of spiritual power.
Wen Hemian is also one of them.
He tried his best to cause the sea of knowledge to collapse and the muscles and veins to be damaged. However, his cultivation was far beyond ordinary people. The remaining sword qi protected the last trace of spiritual veins and barely saved his life.
When I woke up from the gate of hell, it was already a sea of corpses and blood.
He is one of the main forces and planners of the formation of the two-meter dust formation. He knows every arrangement of the formation. If he wants to thoroughly investigate the flaws in the formation, Wen Hemian is definitely the best choice.
In fact, to be honest, Tian Xianzi has always been uncertain about whether he is willing to leave Qingxu Valley.
He knew that this senior brother was proud, that he had completely lost his self-cultivation, and had been locked in his own little world for many years.
This morning, he took his disciples to find him without much expectation. Unexpectedly, before he set foot in Qingxu Valley, he saw a white robe beside the stone tablet at the entrance.
—Wen Hemian stood upright in the shadows of the trees, staring down at a letter in his hand.
Hearing his footsteps, the young man raised his eyelashes slightly, and after a very brief hesitation and stunned, he raised a gentle arc from the corner of his lips: "Let's go."
What a strange thing.
The letter paper looked unremarkable, like a texture only used by younger disciples, but Senior Brother Wen almost cut off contact with the outside world, and never received any communication talismans—
Who is this letter to him? Is it related to Senior Brother Wen agreeing to go out of the valley
Tian Xianzi thought about breaking his head and couldn't think of any clues. He was full of doubts, but he didn't notice that Ning Ning's expression froze when he saw the letter.
That was the letter she wrote to Wen Hemian last night, still using the anonymous identity of "Elder Jiang Xing's little fan".
The two of them have always maintained a pen pal relationship. Last night, Wen Hemian suddenly sent a message, the content was very concise, asking her what kind of person he was in her heart.
Ning Ning thought about it for a long time, and sent him a letter very seriously.
Therefore, when she went to see him in Qingxu Valley the next day and saw the very familiar letter in Wen Hemian's hand, she was stunned for a moment.
Regardless of whether the letter was a little reassuring, in a word, Wen Hemian finally agreed to leave Qingxu Valley and go with them to the desert.
This is the best result.
"This place is really hot and stuffy."
After finally arriving at Pingchuan Town, He Zhizhou used his hand as a small fan and looked around: "Even outside is so virtuous, how hot it is in the desert."
"You have to be mentally prepared."
Tian Xianzi smiled leisurely: "There is an enchantment in the sky, and the demonic energy and death energy have not dissipated. In addition to the monsters that are most likely to hide in the dark, there are also many demons infected by the demonic energy - the deeper you go. The more you go, the more miserable you have to be."
Ning Ning said curiously, "Pingchuan Town is near the entrance to the Demon Domain, and it is extremely dangerous. According to common sense, the townspeople should have escaped completely. Why are so many people still staying here today?"
"Yes."
He Zhizhou touched his chin: "If it were me, I would never stop here for a while."
Wen Hemian's long eyelashes trembled lightly, he was about to speak, but the words he didn't say were turned into a sigh.
"What do you think, the yellow sand in the desert and the demons are rampant, can the big brother and big sister who can live in this place be ordinary people?"
Tian Xianzi said: "Of course not! This place is full of horse bandits and street gangs. If you get ruthless, you can fight monsters!"
... slashing with monsters.
Ning Ning began to imagine at the right time, and a group of shirtless uncles danced wildly with machetes in their hands, chasing the demon to the point of weeping.
Very magical realism, but also very flat.
"The most important point," Tian Xianzi continued, "this was the battlefield of the battle between fairy and demons. Although many people were forced to retreat, it also attracted many people."
Lin Xun couldn't understand: "Since the battle of the fairy and the devil is over, what are the plans of those who were attracted?"
He couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but Ning Ning frowned and replied, "Could it be because of... those leftovers scattered on the battlefield?"
Tian Xianzi sighed, it was a default.
In the decisive battle that took place in Tianhe, there were countless casualties on both sides. Whether it was a demon cultivator or a decent cultivator, there were many artifacts and secrets left behind, scattered in every corner of the desert.
If you can enter the desert and find one or two valuable things, the price of selling the treasure can guarantee you a lifetime of food and clothing.
"Yes, but this-"
Lin Xun's eyes widened, unable to accept the logic: "Those who died in the desert were all heroes who gave their lives to exorcise demons. When they did this, didn't they... steal relics?"
No one answered.
Because this is indeed the truth.
The deceased monks devoted themselves one after another, but in the end, not only were they not remembered by the world, but the private things left behind became commodities that were scrambled for.
Really chilling.
"You don't have to be sad, little friend."
Seeing that he was downcast, Wen Hemian comforted in a slow voice, "Not all people in the world are like this, and there are many people with good intentions."
"Senior brother is still like this."
Tian Xianzi laughed loudly, and patted Xiao Bailong on the shoulder: "Your uncle is right, but the saying 'the human heart beats the demon' is true. In the future, when you are in the world, you still need to be more careful."
He paused, smiled for the most part, and said in a low voice: "Stealing relics is bad enough, right? You would never have imagined that even more disgusting things happened during the war."
Lin Xun opened his lips slightly and listened quietly to him as he continued to speak.
"Take an incident that happened in the desert."
Tian Xianzi was extremely patient: "The cultivators who entered the desert for the first time are not familiar with the place, so they specially invited a few local townspeople as guides. I didn't expect that all the townspeople were lured by the demons, and for the sake of a few gold and silver jewels, They will be brought into the encirclement and suppression of demon cultivators."
"That is the life of a dozen cultivators. For them, it is far less than the glory and wealth of their next life."
When Tian Xianzi said this, the smile in his eyes had all dissipated, leaving nothing but darkness: "You were born in the Dragon Palace, and you have been pampered since you were a child, and you have rarely come into contact with such things. You should always remember people's hearts at all times. Across the belly, especially in this barren land—"
Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow passed by in front of him.
A little girl slammed into Lin Xun's side, hurriedly said "sorry", turned around and left, coming and going like a gust of wind, leaving no trace.
Tian Xianzi and Xiaolong, the most silly and sweet of his apprentices, looked at each other.
Tian Xianzi: "You know, what is this situation called now?"
Lin Xun replied dumbly: "That... the fateful encounter between the hero and heroine of the storybook, an unexpected encounter?"
Tian Xianzi: …
Tian Xianzi's expression was like a ghost, and he told him word by word: "You, money, bag, no, no."
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One, two, three, four...
The girl hiding in the shadows held the deflated sack of shark yarn, and frowned involuntarily as she counted.
That group of people looked extraordinary, and the money bags they used were extremely luxurious. They were supposed to be high-level disciples of the cultivation sect, so why were they so shy
This bag of stones is not enough to buy a sack bag of them.
She was concentrating on counting, and suddenly heard a slow voice behind her: "Yo, are you already counting?"
"Uh-huh."
She nodded obediently, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, she turned around in a hurry, and she saw a familiar face.
—The young man who had talked to the owner of the purse before smiled, leaned over to look at her with his hands on his back, and the corner of his mouth twitched when his eyes met: "After stealing the money, you should run away. You hide after two corners. Get up, aren't you waiting to be caught?"
He didn't speak any more, but he exuded an indescribable coercion all over his body, very shallow and indifferent. It should have been deliberately restrained, but it still made her heart tremble.
Tian Xianzi glanced back and pulled Lin Xun forward.
"This, this girl."
Lin Xun was suddenly dragged forward, even if he had the idea of running away or keeping his mouth shut, but when he saw that his wallet was stolen, he felt a pain in his heart.
Every time she took a Lingshi away, one of the melons in his yard withered, and the heart was cut little by little with a knife. As if the girl was not holding a purse, but his life.
Between life and social fear, Lin Xun resolutely chose the former: "This, this is my purse, can you give it back to me?"
The girl looked at him without saying a word.
For a moment, she felt that something was wrong with this person's head.
Obviously he is the owner, why use such a polite tone in the face of her, a thief.
Even better than the attitude of many people in this town to her.
"What are you doing so politely!"
He Zhizhou took a step forward and spread his legs, originally wanting to look fierce, but seeing the girl's yellow face and thin skin, the words softened immediately: "Girl, stealing is not good, if you can return the money bag to junior brother, We will certainly not pursue it.”
When his voice fell, he thought that the other party would obediently return the purse, but he didn't expect to hear a sneer from the girl: "Looking at your appearance, you are also a monk who intends to enter Tianhe?"
Her tone was not good, and she must have regarded them as thieves.
Lin Xun hated such inhumane and unrighteous actions the most, how could he want to be misunderstood by others.
Just as she was about to explain, she saw a heartless smile on her face: "Seeing as your cultivation base should be good, why don't you take me? I have been in and out of heaven for many years, and in terms of qualifications, no one in the whole town is more familiar than me. ."
The girl looked young, but she was an old thief.
Xiao Bailong has experienced ups and downs in his emotions, and he has a feeling of being played by fate. He opened his mouth and was speechless.
"My name is Lu Wanxing. You can go to Pingchuan Town to find out. There is no one who doesn't know me."
As if to prove it, she actually took out a storage bag from her bosom, and immediately golden light flashed, and a long sword appeared in her hand.
"See? I found this bag and this sword in the desert, and they can definitely sell for a good price. I have more good things on me. You will definitely not lose if you bring me."
Although Wen Hemian had memories of Tianhe, it was a long time, and the desert was unpredictable. If they had a guide, their journey would be much easier.
But it shouldn't be this girl of unknown origin.
What's more, I heard from her words that this girl has stolen the monk's relics for many years, and they are both cultivators, and they reject this kind of ungrateful behavior.
Wen Hemian looked at the sword and said in a low voice, "This sword is overflowing with spiritual energy, and it still has a faint light after being dusted for many years. The master should be a good person."
Tian Xianzi narrowed his eyebrows and looked at him sideways: "I think... this sword breath seems a little familiar."
"good taste!"
Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes and smiled: "I have been in the desert since I was a child, and I know everything about the terrain, climate change, and the presence of monsters. If you want to say who knows it best, I will say that no one dares to be the first. You might as well. Consider it?"
Ning Ning asked curiously, "There are a lot of monks going in and out of this place, why did you choose us?"
"I've been to the middle and outer circles of Tianhe, it's not interesting."
She protected the purse in her hand, and turned her eyes: "You guys seem to have a high level of cultivation, and you certainly won't be satisfied with just the periphery of the desert, right? With you, you will definitely be able to find more good things."
This girl is quite good at looking at people and doing business.
"Brother."
Tian Xianzi glanced at Wen Hemian: "What should I do?"
When Lu Wanxing heard the words, he raised his head and met the quiet gaze of the young man.
Among all the monks present, this person had the softest eyes, and should be someone with a soft heart.
She was ready to be accepted, but Wen Hemian shook her head unexpectedly: "Girl, we did not enter the desert to steal treasures."
Lu Wanxing was startled.
The meaning of what he said couldn't be more obvious. The different ways are not conspiratorial, and they will not bring her with them.
"No, it's okay not to take treasures! I'll show you the way, how about you pay me?"
She seemed to be in a hurry: "I am in urgent need of money now, as long as I have wages, everything is easy to say!"
Lin Xun suddenly realized: "So the reason why you stole my purse is because you are in a hurry to use the money?"
Lu Wanxing nodded desperately.
It would be fine if she was calm, but now that she is in such a rush, it would be a little strange.
The magic cultivator is hiding in the dark, and all plans are still unclear. If such a girl with an unknown purpose is added in the middle, it is very likely that something will go wrong.
What's more... She disregarded her safety and was so determined to go to Tianhe with them, which seemed strange in itself.
Ning Ning thought that Wen Hemian was a good talker.
However, he was silent for a moment, without any hesitation, and finally shook his head.
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There is a distance between Tianhe and the town. After some discussion, everyone decided to hire a carriage to go to the desert.
The number of them was quite large, exceeding the limit that a carriage could accommodate, so they were divided into two, one in tandem and one behind.
Ning Ning shared a car with Pei Ji and Lin Xun. The driver looked in his 30s or 40s, with a scar as long as a thumb in the corner of his eye. He looked like a swordsman in a martial arts movie. .
Ning Ning was still thinking about Lu Wanxing's tricks. After getting in the car, he asked softly, "The handlebar style, let's go to the Tianhe Desert and send it to the entrance."
The driver replied "Okay".
In the desert, the style is fierce, and the carriage runs like a tiger, and the speed is unbelievable.
Ning Ning was afraid that the car that Tian Xianzi was in would not be able to keep up, so he stuck his head out of the window and shouted in a hurry against the wind: "Handlebar style, there is a car behind us!"
follow them
She spoke very fast, and when her voice was swept by the raging wind, she seemed even more anxious and flustered. The man's eyes narrowed and he looked back.
In the long yellow sand, there was actually a carriage sneaking behind them, always keeping a short distance.
If it wasn't for the female guest's reminder, he might never have been able to detect this tracking—
What an underhanded means!
The bloody nature of a man in the desert was suddenly aroused at this moment, the hand holding the reins trembled slightly, and he felt an unprecedented excitement.
This, is this the legend...
Chase!
Ning Ning thought, it must be her illusion.
Otherwise, when the coachman heard this sentence and answered "no problem", why did he let out a mad, charming, arrogant laughter
Meanwhile, on the other side.
He Zhizhou originally followed Ning Ning well, but now he looked to the window, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The carriage in front didn't know what the wind was blowing, and suddenly it jumped up like a god, and rushed forward with lightning speed...
At the same time, the crazy snake-like twisting started!
What a frantic position this is, He Zhizhou felt bad, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, hurry up, hurry up and catch up with the car in front! Don't lose it!"
The young man who was driving listened, and a cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
No wonder the car's forward attitude was so abnormal, it turned out that someone was following it! Can he be thrown away? Impossible! That's an insult to his skills over the years!
"rest assured."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the corner of his mouth evoked the inevitable evil sneer: "Leave everything to me."
The horse is mingling in the wind, and the desert reflects the setting sun.
The snake-shaped madly twisted carriage changed from one to two, sending up smoke and dust on the long road. The horse's roar mixed with the coachman's roar, and the competition showed a level of style, and it showed the atmosphere of the famous mountain in the 1986 Shangqiu.
This is no longer a simple carriage driving, but a contest of honor between two men!
This is the desert!
People on the road turned their backs on their horses, and the townspeople fled and screamed.
Someone inadvertently caught a glimpse of the window of the carriage behind, and was almost scared to death.
Everyone in the car was swayed left and right, jumped up and down, and at first glance, all they could see was the twisted hands, feet and heads.
The twisted face of a young man in white slid past the window, his pupils were full of the desire to live and the tremor from his soul, his tongue and eyeballs were about to be thrown away!
He Zhizhou's heart trembled wildly with his voice, and he shouted frantically: "Big brother! Slow, slow, goose goose goose goose!"
The gust of wind whizzed past, and all the words seemed so pale and vague, and the only one that finally reached the man's ears was the "slow" that was infinitely amplified and desperately shouted by He Zhizhou.
"Ugh!"
The man's eyes had turned red for a long time, seeing that he was thrown farther and farther, until at this moment, he finally let out the most heroic roar since today.
As a coachman, he will never allow anyone to say he is slow!
The two carriages were racing on the same stage, which was a whole jot of incense faster than the estimated time to reach the desert. I didn't know it, and I thought I was recording the carriage version of "Boys and Girls Rush Forward".
When he finally got out of the car tremblingly, Ning Ning came out of Pei Ji's arms with a lingering fear, and glanced at the boundless yellow sand behind him, unable to hide the trembling in his voice: "Uncle, where is the carriage behind us?"
"rest assured."
The cold wind picked up the broken hair on the temples, and the scorching sun outlined the man's angular face. He looked up at the sky and took a slow puff of his pipe.
In the misty white smoke that suddenly spread out, his eyes were so long and far-reaching, and his low hoarse voice showed the style of a king: "It's just a mere ants—"
The man said with a sneer: "It's been thrown away."
Ningning: ? ?
Ningning: ! ! !
- So you acted "Infernal Affairs: The Situation of Cultivation" on your own, uncle!