Wei Shiqi did not go back on his promise and kept his promise, allowing Qi Gu to survive. Qi Gu's lonely figure disappeared on the grassland. Wei Shiqi knew in his heart that although the high priest of the Gaoyantuo tribe had saved his life, he would never have a chance to turn around.
He picked up the rotten silver ring and looked at it, feeling a little secretly happy in his heart. He had been thinking about going to the Penglai Palace to exchange for a suitable storage bag, but this storage ring came in time, saving a lot of time.
At first glance, the style of the ring is simple and rough, with a breath of vicissitudes of life rushing towards the face. The surface is engraved with a winding pattern, which looks like a flower but not a flower, like a leaf but not a leaf. It goes back and forth, and it does not look like a simple decoration.
There was no time to figure it out for a while, so Wei Shiqi injected a little energy and took out the items stored in it. As expected, there was nothing except a few pieces of inconspicuous ore. Qi Gu is not a monk with wealth and background, otherwise, he would not have been defeated so easily.
In addition to the most prized rotten silver ring, Qi Gu also left behind a jasper belt, two jade rings, a copper ring, a stone ring, and a wooden ring. Wei Shiqi collected all kinds of sundries into the garbage. In the silver ring, he put it on his right index finger. After looking at it for a moment, he felt that this trip had been fruitful.
He returned to the tree stump where the horse was tied, untied the reins, climbed on the horse, and galloped towards the town customs.
The vast grassland was inaccessible. Wei Shiqi took a sidetrack and delayed for a few more days before returning to the town customs. He did not see the hussar general Xu Changsheng, nor did he see Deng Yuantong and other three people. The people who received him were Xu Changsheng's subordinates. The general Ouyang Quan was chosen.
Ouyang Quan was very respectful to him and told him everything he knew.
It turned out that the Hussar General was accidentally plotted by the High Priest of the Tusse Tribe when he was chasing the Tiebou people. Fortunately, Deng Yuantong and Song Yun took action in time, killing the high priest and saving the Hussar General. After the Tie'e people retreated, Song Yun went to the grassland to look for Wei and Yu. Deng Yuantong stayed at the town customs for a few days. He had something important to do, so he took Xu Li and Xin Laoyao back to Xiandu, leaving a message for them. Wei Shiqi should go back as soon as possible and don't delay on the way.
Wei Shiqi thanked Ouyang Quan, asked a few words about Xu Changsheng's injury, and said goodbye. Ouyang Quan did not hold back, but offered dry food and water bags, plus a good horse, and personally sent Wei Shiqi out of the town customs and watched him off. Go away.
After returning to the town customs office, Ouyang Quan entered the general's mansion through the side gate and went to the back garden to meet with General Xu Changsheng.
Xu Changsheng was lying on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and meditating, with a thick blanket covering his body. The afternoon sun shone on his face, which made him look pale, with tiny wrinkles visible at the corners of his eyes.
"What do you think of Wei Shiqi?" Xu Changsheng asked feebly without opening his eyes.
Ouyang Quan replied cautiously: "This man has a resolute face, is difficult to control, is decisive in his actions, and has the air of a general. In return, he and Yu Yao teamed up to attack the main cavalry of Gao Yantuo's tribe and thwarted the high priest's prayer for bones." , has extraordinary magical powers. According to my humble opinion, this person is a schemer for the young master, so he can only be a friend, not an enemy."
"It's too late. He is from Xun Ye's side. Li'er has taken a fancy to his junior sister. We had several conflicts and the relationship was not harmonious... But this is not a big deal. Do you think he is a smart man?"
"You can't tell if you're smart, at least you're not stupid."
"Is it possible that he could be used by someone else?"
Ouyang Quan hesitated for a moment and said softly: "It depends on who it is and what price it can pay. In the eyes of my subordinates, he is not a person who accepts death."
Xu Changsheng sighed and said to himself: "They are capable but do not accept death. This kind of person is the most difficult to control. They don't know when they will stab you in the back."
After hearing these meaningful words, Ouyang Quan suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He even wondered if the Hussars General was beating him up.
"Hurry up and make arrangements. We don't have much time left. When the Chixia Valley sword discussion begins, everything will be arranged."
"yes……"
Xu Changsheng waved his hand, breathing heavily, as if he had fallen into sleep. Ouyang Quan walked out of the back garden with his hands down, feeling exhausted. A group of mortals tried to plot against the immortal master who could call the wind and rain, spread the beans and make soldiers, and intervene in the rise and fall of the Kunlun branch. What would be the outcome of this huge gamble? But for him, this huge gamble is a small gain. If he loses, he will only lose his life. If he wins, it means he will reach the sky in one step.
Wei Shiqi, who was being talked about by Xu Changsheng and Ouyang Quan, was riding his horse in the wilderness at this time. The speed of the horse was not slower than that of the leading carriage, but "looking at the mountain and running to death", the return journey was long and he could only walk step by step. .
Wei Shiqi was not in a hurry to return to the immortal capital. On the contrary, he was determined to set out at three o'clock in the morning. The sun would peak in the west. When he passed by the town, he would go for a walk. He would stay for a few days and drink some water with the chickens and sheep. Drink and live a happy life.
The secular life made him miss it, like a cup of long-lasting mellow wine. He knew that such a mind was not suitable for practicing Taoism, but what did it matter? There was always more than one way to become stronger.
He likes to be alone, strolling along the noisy streets, lined with rows of shops, restaurants, brothels, casinos, inns, blacksmith shops, mule and horse shops, jewelry shops, silk and satin shops, clothing shops, snack shops, herbal medicine shops, and tea shops. There are all kinds of shops and woodware shops, and the place is bustling with people.
Walking on the bustling long street, he is a lonely bystander. The bustling street scene overlaps with some scenes in his memory. This is the life of a mortal, including weddings and funerals, joys and sorrows, birth, old age, illness and death, day after day, year after year. , everyone is busy, busy living, or busy dying. If he wants, he can choose this kind of life and live a good life using his vision and wisdom. Stirrups, glass, gunpowder, and printing can always be successful. He can become a big businessman and earn more than he can spend in a lifetime. With money, he sleeps with many young and beautiful women, or he is a copycat, and he can pick up poems, lyrics, and poems at his fingertips, and it is not an exaggeration to become famous all over the world.
However, he chose another path, and his vision and wisdom were of little use. He had to walk on it cautiously, walking on thin ice, and if he took a wrong step, he might fall into the abyss.
The end of this road is not a tombstone, the end of this road is freedom.
