Xilulu~
The horse screamed pitifully, and fell down into the yellow sand with its headless body, filled with smoke and dust.
In the diffuse wind and sand, Zhao Tianfeng was shocked, feeling that the air in front of him seemed to have turned into an invisible wall.
The galloping horse seemed to be frozen in the sky.
Not only the fast horses, but also the wind and sand flying in the sky seemed to be frozen in mid-air.
He looked up and saw a man wearing a green hat walking in the wind and sand. One moment he was several miles away, and the next moment he was already in front of him.
Someone arrived first, and then they heard a plain voice like gold and jade clashing:
"Good qualifications, good bones... When you meet me in a mortal situation, your luck and opportunity are of the highest quality..."
It seemed like the people were coming faster than the sound.
Zhao Tianfeng was stunned for a moment.
Looking at the child with wet tears on the horse, a faint ripple appeared in Pang Wanyang's indifferent eyes:
"Before I invite you to fight, it would be interesting to meet a child who can take over my legacy..."
When his martial arts has reached this level, even if he is not proficient in Qi-watching, he already has a very deep sense of the veins of heaven and earth.
Ordinary people might think it was a coincidence, but he didn't think so.
Under the interaction of Qi and Qi, he could feel that this young man's foundation, understanding, and opportunities were all the best, and he was an excellent candidate to inherit his mantle.
Naturally it is a very interesting thing.
Plop~
The stagnant wind and sand flowed, and on top of the horse, the children and the frightened horses fell into the wind and sand together.
Once it reached the bottom, the frightened horse had lost all movement.
Zhao Tianfeng struggled to get up and looked at the man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, wearing a green shirt, but his aura was heavier than the mountains.
When happiness comes to my heart, I bow my head to:
"Hero, hero, please, please save my grandpa!"
"Hero?"
Hearing this word, Pang Wanyang couldn't help but smile coldly:
"You mean the caravan seven miles away? The people are already dead."
"ah?"
Zhao Tianfeng's body trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out again:
"Grandpa, grandpa..."
Pang Wanyang watched the young man cry indifferently, without any fluctuation in his heart. He had seen too many similar things.
The reason why I was interested in stopping was just because I was curious to see such a young man.
"Hero, please, please avenge my grandfather."
Zhao Tianfeng kowtowed repeatedly:
"I will repay your kindness even if I am a cow or a horse."
His face was buried in the sand, but he didn't hear anyone's reply for a long time, and he suddenly looked up.
In the wind and sand, the man in Tsing Yi had gone far away.
"Hero, hero!"
Listening to the shouts floating behind him, Pang Wanyang looked calm and calm.
Before the war, I encountered a young man with stunning talents. If it had been anyone else, he might have chosen him to inherit the mantle, thinking it was destiny.
But that was an ordinary person, not him, Pang Wanyang.
If he wants to pass on his mantle, he doesn't need any talent. As long as he can inherit his martial arts, even a useless person is still a genius.
What's more, he has better choices.
Phew~
A graceful white shadow flashed past and landed behind him. The fragrant wind filled the air, but it was Mrs. Bai Lian.
Mrs. Bai Lian asked in surprise:
"That young man has excellent bones. What's even more rare is that his energy seems to be attracted to you. I thought you would take him with you..."
In the past few decades, it is not that Pang Wanyang has never been to the Six Prisons Sacred Mountain.
And every time he went down the mountain and met a young man with excellent qualifications, he would teach him one or two martial arts, maybe to train his opponents, or maybe because he found it interesting.
But this boy is clearly the top choice, but he...
"For decades, every time I meet a young man, I always tell him some tricks, hoping for some surprises in the future..."
In the wind and sand, Pang Wanyang's footsteps were as slow and slow as his voice:
"Now, it is no longer needed. Because...
There are enemies in the world! "
.........
"grandfather......"
Zhao Tianfeng's fingers sank deeply into the sand, but his tears had dried up.
He didn't blame the man in green shirt for not avenging him, because that was a perfectly normal thing. He only regretted that at this time, he couldn't avenge his grandfather, and even escaping seemed impossible.
Looking at the horse thief who was chasing him, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the scimitar of the bald man in the yellow sand, and raised it.
Plop~
He staggered and fell into the dust, but he didn't even move.
"Grandpa, my grandson is looking for you..."
He laughed miserably.
Just as he was closing his eyes and waiting to die, he suddenly heard the sound of Buddhist chanting in the void that could not be covered up by the wind and sand.
He opened his eyes and looked, only to see yellow sand rolling in the distance.
A group of monks with cassocks draped diagonally and bare shoulders came slowly carrying a Buddhist chariot.
The Buddha's chariot was extremely luxurious, decorated with agate, gold, silver, colored glaze, coral, clam, red beads, agate and other treasures, shining brightly in the wind, sand and sunshine.
In front of and behind the Buddha's chariot are eight treasure banners engraved with treasure bottles, treasure lids, double fishes, lotus flowers, right-handed spirals, auspicious knots, honorable banners, and golden objects.
Among the curtains of the Buddhist chariot, there is a figure whose face is unclear and looks like a Buddha statue in the temple.
The man seemed extremely heavy. Eighteen great monks were all panting from exhaustion while carrying him.
And as the Buddha's chariot came slowly, an astonishing scene happened.
In the wind and sand that filled the sky, the horse thieves who came on horseback all looked like the most devout Buddhist believers, kneeling in the yellow sand, motionless like statues.
He watched helplessly as the wind and sand beat up and submerged one of the horse thieves, but he did not even move.
It seems that it has really become a statue.
It's indescribably weird and frightening.
"They, they..."
Zhao Tianfeng's hair stood on end.
Seeing the chariot getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but run away.
But what frightened him was that the Buddhist chariot that was several miles away was obviously very heavy and moved very slowly, but when he turned around while running, the Buddhist chariot was almost catching up with him.
He still wanted to run away, but suddenly he was confused and fell to his knees with a thud.
"What kind of magic is this..."
Zhao Tianfeng was horrified as he watched himself kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped and chanting Buddhist chants.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a Buddha trumpet sound like a bell and a bell exploded in the vast sea. Its sound was huge and vast, and it suddenly overwhelmed the seemingly omnipresent roaring sound of the wind and sand.
And the sound that sounded like thousands of people singing Buddhist tunes in unison.
Zhao Tianfeng was shocked and suddenly woke up.
Immediately, without any time to think, he rolled down the sandy slope.
He rolled for more than a hundred feet before standing up and spitting out his own mud.
Then he continued running, thinking only of getting as far away from the Buddha's chariot as possible. It was so weird and terrifying that so many vicious horse thieves died like this.
Phew~
Suddenly, Shapo stretched out a hand and pulled him behind Shapo.
He was about to scream, but found that he could no longer move, let alone scream.
"Don't make a sound..."
A low scolding sound sounded.
Only then did Zhao Tianfeng realize that he could move again. He opened his eyes and found that the person holding him was a handsome swordsman in white with long hair and a tall figure, carrying a sheathed sword on his back.
This swordsman is handsome and handsome, with excellent temperament. The only drawback is that he only has one arm, and the other arm seems to have been chopped off at some point.
"One-armed thief, Wu Liusan?"
Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened as he recognized who this person was.
According to legend, Wu Liusan was a lone thief who traveled across the states. He always liked to rob the rich and give to the poor. He also committed major crimes in the capital. He was wanted for many years. Later, he was arrested by the famous arrester Xue Chaoyang and cut off one of his arms. He escaped and wandered in the desert. State has had it for two years.
This was what he wrote down when his grandfather introduced him to many big thieves in Mozhou.
"Stop talking..."
Wu Liusan looked serious, looking into the distance through the wind and sand as if facing a formidable enemy.
As a lone thief, his eyesight is naturally excellent.
He recognized at a glance who the old monk who looked like he was in the Buddha's chariot and who was walking in the wind and sand from far away was.
"I'm so lucky to meet the Wheel King and Master Ikkyu, two great masters!"
Wu Liusan took a deep breath and did not dare to move.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Ikkyu, so good, so good."
In the Buddha's chariot, the Wheel-turning King sighed softly and naturally recognized who the old monk was in the distance.
"Your Ferris wheel technique has improved again, which even surprised the old monk."
In the wind and sand, an old voice echoed:
"It's just that this method is not as orthodox as my Buddhism."
"Whatever senior brother says it is, that's what it is."
Chakravartin King did not argue and smiled lightly.
The Buddhist chariot has been submerged in the wind and sand:
"Senior brother, please save your energy to fight Brother Pang. There is no need to try your hand today."
"Amitabha."
Ikkyu recited the Buddha's name for a long time and walked forward unhurriedly.
"call!"
It wasn't until the two great masters disappeared into the wind and sand one after another that Wu Liusan breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew very well what kind of existence the Divine Vein Grandmaster was. When encountering such an existence, whether it was good or evil, the best way to deal with it was to stay away.
He had no intention of watching the battle on February 2nd.
Seeing the two great masters at this time, he couldn't help but want to leave.
"You kid, you are also very lucky."
Turning his head and looking at Zhao Tianfeng, who had a dark complexion, he frowned again:
"You have already injured your body due to your great compassion. If you experience the wind and sand again, I'm afraid you will die..."
"Master Wu, please take me to see grandpa..."
Zhao Tianfeng grabbed his hand.
Wu Liusan sighed, threw him on his shoulders, and rushed into the wind and sand.
As he knew, the corpses of caravans and horse thieves would all be buried in the wind and sand.
.......
Mozhou is filled with wind and sand for thousands of miles, and is larger than any other big state in Dafeng. However, there are few human traces, and there are only some small oases where people gather.
There is a tiny oasis in Mozhou.
This small oasis is extremely small, so small that only a few hundred households live there. The reason why these hundreds of households live here is because this is the only place that the trade route from Dafeng to Dayan must pass.
They are all working at Hanlong Inn.
As a gathering place, the little oasis is small, but as an inn, it is undoubtedly very large.
Caravans coming and going, horse thieves traveling across the vast sea, and lone thieves would all come to this inn to sell stolen goods, have fun, or replenish supplies.
Therefore, this small oasis has become one of the few safe places in the vast sea.
Hanlong Inn has three floors and covers a large area. Each floor can accommodate hundreds of people eating and drinking.
Because of its strategic location, this inn has a lot of people on weekdays. Ordinary people cannot go up to the second and third floors.
But today, Hanlong Inn was unexpectedly empty.
Because, today, two special guests came to Hanlong Inn, or to be precise, one.
On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, the landlady, who used to be a smoky and flirtatious person, became unusually solemn. She held a flask in her slender hand and poured wine for the guests.
"Wanli Yanchen, this wine has a good name, and the wine is also good."
An Qisheng sat by the window, looked at the charming landlady, and said calmly:
"I heard that Hanlong Inn has a delicacy that uses human flesh as raw material and is quite delicious. Is that true?"
The usually bold boss lady couldn't help but tremble when she heard this plain voice.
"Tao, the Taoist priest is joking. I am just trying to scare those horse thieves. If the thieves are serious, how can they dare to sell human flesh?"
The landlady's eyes were filled with tears and she was extremely aggrieved.
In fact, she was scared.
She had never been so afraid of someone, and this Taoist in white was the only one.
She has never seen such a murderous master in her life.
It stands to reason that top masters would have the demeanor of a master and disdain to kill some small thieves, but this was different. In three days, he almost killed all the horse bandits and big thieves who came to Hanhai Inn.
Moreover, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He killed thousands of people, but he didn't kill anyone by mistake or miss anyone.
Such great killing power, such high martial arts.
She knew that there was only one great master in the world who was once called the Blood Demon and was now called the Taoist King.
"It's not easy to open such a restaurant alone."
An Qisheng picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
When he came to Jiufujie, he rarely drank because the drinks in Jiufujie had no taste.
But the drinks at Hanlong Inn are quite unique and taste pretty good.
"Taoist Master, I wonder when your guests will arrive?"
The landlady asked An Qisheng timidly while filling her cup with wine.
With this Wang Quan Taoist here, she suffered not only psychological fear, but also financial losses.
Although her Hanlong Inn has a big business, it also has a lot of people. In three days, there were only two guests, one person and one horse. Although An Qisheng didn't pay a penny less, she really couldn't bear it.
"Isn't this already here?"
An Qisheng picked up his wine glass and said from a distance:
"You are already here, so why wait for February 2?"
His voice was flat and not very loud, but it penetrated the clouds and wind, covering dozens of miles around like clouds hanging from the sky. The sound waves stirred up the clouds and sand, and the sound was so powerful.
It can be heard hundreds of miles away.
"Brother Taoist is right. You are already here, why are you waiting for February 2? Mr. Pang, Wheel-turning Bald Donkey, Mu Qingfeng, old moon worshipers, since you are here,
Why not show up? "
There was a long roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
A figure roared down from a height of several hundred feet, and its clothes looked like a golden-winged roc soaring down.
Wrapped in the turbulent air current, he suddenly fell into the third floor of Hanlong Inn.
"Amitabha!"
"Good, good!"
"Since Taoist Priest Wang Quan has spoken, how could he not come?"
As the clouds move and the wind shakes.
One after another figures appeared outside Hanlong Inn, in the hundreds of miles of yellow sand.
As the sound drifted, figures came one after another, passing by in a blink of an eye, under the horrified gaze of the landlady.
In this short moment, several more figures appeared on the third floor!
