In fact, Zhan Yitian arrived quietly not long after Fang Wenxin and others arrived at the grassland.
When Zhan Yitian saw that there was indeed a lively bonfire party here, he felt relieved. Then, Zhan Yitian focused his attention on Tibetan grannies.
At this time, the Tibetan grandmother was chatting and laughing with a group of elderly guests. Perhaps she saw her daughter Dazhen’s elegant solo dance, or perhaps she saw Zhamu looking at her daughter intently. At this time, the Tibetan grandmother It can be said that Mom was overjoyed, and even the few people brought by Uncle Tsona did not take a closer look.
But at this time, Zhan Yitian, who was hiding behind a gentle hill, frowned. It turned out that there was nothing else except a string of rosary beads in the hands of the Tibetan grandmother outside the white tent.
With his spiritual thoughts sweeping, Zhan Yitian quickly noticed the eye-catching white tent, and the two black tower-like strong men standing guard outside the tent were familiar to Zhan Yitian.
Without much thought, Zhan Yitian's spiritual thoughts immediately entered the tent. The next moment, Zhan Yitian's face suddenly relaxed, and he found the prayer wheel on a short table inside.
There is no one in the tent at this moment, which is a perfect opportunity to get the lung metal energy from the prayer wheel on the short table.
Taking advantage of the cover of night, Zhan Yitian nimbly avoided the busy servants behind the tent and reached the tent in the blink of an eye.
And when Zhan Yitian drew a strange talisman in the air with his fingers, and muttered the "Puer" mantra in his mouth, as he took a step, Zhan Yitian actually passed through the barrier of the tent cloth and appeared strangely inside the tent. middle.
As soon as he entered the account, Zhan Tiantian walked directly to the table and picked up the prayer wheel.
After dedicating half of his mind to pay attention to the movements outside, Zhan Yitian was busy secretly using his magic power to begin absorbing the golden talisman with the character "卍" in the prayer wheel!
Without much hindrance, the "Swastika" golden talisman only flashed a few times in the sheepskin scriptures, and then, pulled by the spiritual power, teleported to Zhan Tiantian's dantian.
Seeing that the "卍" golden talisman containing pure lung gold energy was successfully absorbed, Zhan Tiantian took a long breath and put down the priceless prayer wheel in his hand.
Although obtaining the lung-gold energy in this prayer wheel is tantamount to stealing, there is nothing you can do about it. After all, this kind of spiritual energy that can refine the five elements' organs is too important to Zhan Yitian. He gave up it and practiced The road will become longer and more difficult.
And this kind of Lung Metal Qi, for ordinary people, what they may lose is just a little blessing, but in fact it will not cause any property losses.
It was precisely because he had this idea for a long time that Zhan Tiantian did not hesitate to obtain the lung metal energy in the prayer wheel, but he was only slightly uneasy in his heart.
At this moment, in addition to a low table, there were three wooden boxes placed around the tent. When Zhan Yitian saw that no one had come yet, he became curious and waved one hand, and the three wooden covers were lifted open.
The first two wooden boxes contained agate beads, coral chains, colorful skirts and other Tibetan women's accessories. Although they were valuable, they did not arouse Zhan Yitian's interest.
The items in the third wooden box were a bit special. There was a half-foot-long curved knife made of pure gold.
The knife is extremely exquisitely made. Even the exquisite patterns on the leather scabbard are made of gold wire and gemstones. Just one look at it will make people fall in love with it. Of course, this knife is also priceless.
"Eh? What is this knife for? It is so exquisitely made?" Zhan Tiantian was stunned. Out of novelty, he raised his hand to pick up the knife and began to study it carefully.
"Sando, what, is there any movement in the tent?" Bakuge, a strong man standing like a black tower standing outside the tent, couldn't help but frowning when he saw his companion bending down and approaching the tent door.
"I feel like there's some noise inside, it's a buzzing sound." The big man named Sando answered Bakug's question while continuing to put his ear close to the crack of the door to listen.
Bakug was stunned when he heard the words, and he bent down and listened carefully in confusion, but after listening for a while, he didn't hear any movement.
"Maybe it's a small insect that got into the tent. Don't be too suspicious. Although there are many priceless artifacts in this tent, no one will come in or out under our eyes. But you look like this , Don't let the master misunderstand." Bakuge stood up straight again, but warned Sanduo with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.
Hearing what Bakug said, Sandor's body trembled, and he seemed to realize something. He immediately stood back to his original position and smiled awkwardly at Bakug, because he no longer heard any noise.
At this moment, Zhan Yitian's whole body in the tent was soaked with sweat, but his face was full of surprise.
"It's incredible. This knife is actually a magic weapon. It contains two attributes, metallic and wind. It seems that it has magical powers of attack and flight!"
The moment Zhan Yitian pulled out the knife, he immediately felt a wave of spiritual power coming from the knife. And when Zhan Yitian tried to inject mana into the knife, the knife first lit up with a faint golden light, and then the blade made a buzzing sound like the flapping of bees' wings.
Zhan Yitian was shocked when he saw this. In order not to disturb the people outside the tent, he had to mobilize a large amount of magic power in his body to suppress the strange behavior of the knife. This was also a hasty move as Zhan Tiantian hadn't mastered the method of using the magic weapon, otherwise he wouldn't have been sweating profusely and had a false alarm.
Seeing that the two big men standing guard outside stopped snooping inside the tent, Zhan Tiantian took a long breath and then carefully put the knife into the scabbard.
But the next moment, Zhan Tiantian was in trouble. Whether to take the knife or keep it has become a test for Zhan Yitian to truly face his moral bottom line.
To put it nicely, it is taking away; to put it worse, it is stealing!
Theft is a kind of bad behavior that is based on profit and lack of morality. It will not only be punished by the law, but also condemned by conscience.
Zhan Yitian has been a good student and cadre since he was a child, and he has never done anything sneaky, but today he was really in trouble.
If I could find a far-fetched explanation for absorbing the Qi of Lung Metal just now, this knife is a priceless treasure of real gold and silver!
Zhan Yitian was confused, and big beads of sweat fell from his cheeks.
Why do I take this knife for a day? For money? Will I still be short of money if I have power beyond ordinary people? no.
For selfish reasons? Want to own it because of its beauty? No matter how exquisite the utensil is, it will have no effect on me if it is just a mortal thing.
Why?
Because it is a magic weapon, it contains magical powers, and its existence transcends the mortal world. It will exert its due power in the hands of monks, and it will also give me more strength to face the unexpected dangers ahead. !
In the hands of ordinary people, it is just a symbol of wealth, but in the hands of a cultivator like me who lacks everything, it will bring me an extra glimmer of hope. This is what I need most right now. Not only for me but also for some people who need my help, so I want this knife!
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhan Yitian finally made up his mind. This was not because he was indecisive, but because he really experienced a difficult decision.
As the saying goes, thieves also have their ways, and this is the truth. What's more, as a cultivator, Zhan Yitian has transcended the constraints of secular morality. When he returns to his original nature, everything must be measured by the law of survival.
The successive harvests made Zhan Yitian satisfied. When he saw an empty space behind the tent, Zhan Yitian waved his hand and closed the lids of the three wooden boxes, then slipped out and quickly dived back behind the gentle slope not far away, crossing his legs. sat down.
Zhan Yitian planned to refine the lung metal energy in his Dantian on the spot, and then confirm his speculation in subsequent actions.
As soon as Ke Zhanyi slipped out of the tent, his Tibetan grandmother walked in with an old man.
"You said Tsona brought two beautiful Tibetan girls? And also brought a Han man?" The Tibetan grandma started asking as soon as she entered the tent, and she acted hesitantly about the arrival of a Han man. for surprise.
"Yes, Jizhu Dolma, and looking at the way those two girls were quite close to the Han man, I always felt that those two girls were also dressed up as Han people, because these two girls are not only as beautiful as flowers. , and their skin is as tender as tofu, they don’t look like our tribe at all, and they don’t even understand our customs and language.”
The old man looked very carefully outside. Not only did he look carefully, he even analyzed the situation of the people coming.
"What is he trying to do? Doesn't he know that this is a young people's party held privately by our nobles? Not only ordinary Tibetans cannot attend this party, but also foreigners are not allowed to come. , if I hadn’t seen some business dealings with Tsona, he wouldn’t have been invited either. And this is all to ensure the pure blood of our nobles!”
After listening to the old man's story, the Tibetan grandmother became very emotional.
"Hmph! I think this is really a bit ungrateful. We made an exception and invited him in for the first time, and he even brought in Han people. Could it be that he wanted to find a Han wife for his son?" The old Tibetan man He snorted coldly and showed strong dissatisfaction with Uncle Tsona.
"Hmph, how is this possible? He didn't tell me about the good things about his son. My daughter hasn't been engaged for a day, and he won't give up even for a day!" The Tibetan mother snorted, but she didn't believe it at all. Tsona will find a Han daughter-in-law for herself.
"Oh! That's strange. Where did he invite these two beautiful girls? And there was also a Han man accompanying them. They looked like they had just met each other." The old Tibetan man listened. When the Tibetan grandmother said this, she suddenly became confused again.
"He just briefly mentioned to me a few friends he brought, but he was vague and I didn't pay much attention to it. Now it seems that he is deliberately breaking the rules of this social evening, thus To achieve the purpose of attracting attention?" The Tibetan grandmother said thoughtfully while thinking about the previous conversation with Uncle Tsona.
"Huh? I think this is really possible. After all, this is the first time for me to come here. Of course he wants to take this opportunity to leave a deep impression on everyone, and the three people he brought here all look healthy and handsome. Very quickly, it had an influence among our young boys and girls. I think there were quite a few boys and girls who had secret feelings for them at that time!" After hearing this, the old man was stunned and nodded. He said something that made him suddenly understand.
"What did you say? They are so attractive! Those two girls... Oops, no good!..."
"Jizhu Dolma! You...are here!"
Just after the Tibetan grandmother heard the old man say some subtle changes he saw at the campfire, she suddenly thought of something in her heart, and immediately exclaimed, turned around and was about to get out of the tent.
But as soon as he turned around, a feeling of weakness suddenly swept through his body, and his body softened and he collapsed to the ground.
The sudden change in the tent really surprised Zhan Yitian, who was hiding behind a gentle hill not far away. At this time, Zhan Yitian had just finished refining and absorbing the last ray of lung gold energy.
Although Zhan Yitian had been sending out his spiritual thoughts to pay attention to the movements in the tent, he could not understand a word of the conversation between the Tibetan grandmother and the old man, and the few words he occasionally understood could not be combined into one sentence. They just vaguely guessed that they were unhappy about the arrival of Fang Wenxin and the others.
However, at this time, the Tibetan grandmother suddenly fainted, which made Zhan Yitian feel a little uneasy.
Therefore, after refining the "卍" golden talisman, Zhan Tiantian did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay behind Xuqiu to ensure the safety of his Tibetan grandmother.
After a while, Da Zhen pulled Zhamu into the tent together, and by this time Jizhu Dolma had already woken up.
"Ama, what's wrong with you? Aren't you always in good health? Why did you faint suddenly?" As soon as she entered the tent, Dazhen threw herself in front of Jizhu Dolma and took it from the arms of a servant. After passing over Grandma's shoulder, he asked anxiously.
"Dazhen, grandma is fine. Maybe she was a little excited just now. Oh! That's great, Zhamu, you came in with Dazhen as well. It's great!" Tibetan mother saw Dazhen and Zhamu They entered the tent hand in hand and were already more than half awake. After briefly explaining to their daughter, they happily said to Zhamu.
"Ama, are you okay?" Zhamu felt that Jizhu Dolma was a little special to him at this moment, so he said a somewhat hesitant greeting.
"It's okay, grandma is much better! By the way, you came just in time, I have a gift for you!"
Jizhu Dolma seemed to be prepared. Seeing that Zhamu was already standing in front of him, he supported his body with both hands and quickly stood up from the carpet with the help of Dazhen.
After moving a few steps backward, Jizhu Dolma stood in front of a wooden box, and raised his hand to lift the lid of the box...
"Where's the knife... Where's the knife? Where's the Golden Horn Knife?"
After a long moment of silence and waiting, Jizhu Dolma's exclamations mixed with anxiety and surprise suddenly erupted from the tent.
At this time, even a group of elderly people standing outside the tent watching what was going on here were startled by this exclamation!
"The Golden Horn Knife is missing!"
"What? The Dolma family's ancestral golden horn knife is gone?"
For a time, the guests who knew about it inside and outside the tent started telling each other about it as if a pot had exploded. Uncle Tsona, in particular, stood outside the tent at a loss when he heard about it.
"Grandma!"
"Jizhu Dolma!"
After a moment of commotion, another shout came from the tent. It turned out that the Tibetan grandmother fainted again after searching through several wooden boxes but still not finding the knife called the Golden Horn Knife.
"Golden Horn Knife! So this knife is called that."
Zhan Yitian, who was behind the gentle hill not far away, actually understood the meaning of the three words "Jinjiao Dao". After reciting it silently in his heart, he turned around and disappeared into the vast night with humility.
