On the seventh day after entering the desert, late at night, a waning moon hung on the branches.
Xiang Que's lips were chapped, his head was tilted up with dull eyes, and he was holding a water bag tightly in his hand. There was only two mouths of water between him and Dan Jinliang Jue, but he still didn't know if he could walk.
Get out of this desert.
"I won't say anything when I'm an old Taoist, but Senior Brother Zhan, you obviously overestimated my junior brother. You should bring me more supplies..." Xiang Que was silent and shed tears, and the sound of camel bells rang in his ears.
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Cangyue seemed to feel Xiangque's sorrow and sorrow, and quietly hid behind a cloud. Xiangque spit on the sand, and said to the disappearing Canyue: "If you have the guts, let me see it tomorrow."
To you!"
"Phew!" Suddenly, just as Xiang Que raised his head, a sudden sword light cut through the night sky in the distance and disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, "咻咻,咻咻咻" was heard several times in a row. Behind that sword light, several more sword lights crossed the night sky, all flying in the same direction. Xiang Que figured out almost instantly that this should be
There were at least a dozen god-asking masters wielding swords, and the light of their swords drew streaks of brilliant colors under the moonlit sky, which looked really beautiful.
Where there are people there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people there will be water and food.
Xiang Que licked his chapped lips, raised his water bag and drank the last two ounces of water left in it. The next moment he pinched out two talisman papers and carved two talismans that shrunk to the ground.
With a "swish", he disappeared from the spot and jumped in the direction where the sword light passed.
They are all children of Jianghu, Xiang Que thought that the other party would not be stingy in giving him some supplies.
However, Xiang Que obviously underestimated the difference between shrinking into an inch and walking with a sword. After he cursed twice in that direction, the sword light was no longer there. There was a dark night ahead, as black as
He feels the same now.
Xiang Que stood blankly on the sand, with a confused look on his face. He never thought that those people would leave so quickly. He didn't even have a chance to see the taillights of the car, and he consumed the last two sips of water.
, otherwise he could have lasted at least another whole day.
"Huh..." Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from the flat ground in the desert. The wind got stronger and stronger, and in an instant it brought up a sandstorm. The quicksand was flying all over the sky, and it was almost impossible to see anything in the eyes.
At the same time, at least twenty miles away from Xiang Que, the sword light that had disappeared suddenly rose into the sky. This time, it did not cut through the night sky, but flew straight upward, and then disappeared in mid-air.
The sword light exploded suddenly.
Then, several more sword lights flew into the sky, and then they all exploded in the air.
"Crack!" Immediately under the clouds that were obscured by the waning moon, a thunder exploded out of thin air, and then one after another, the thunder struck five times in succession.
"Thunder Curse, Five Thunders..." Xiang Que looked at the air in astonishment, and immediately realized that these were the masters who asked God just now. They should be fighting against others, and the battle situation should be very fierce. The flying swords exploded several times. It seemed that
You can't do anything to the other party either.
In the mid-air in the distance, sword lights continued to flash, one after another. It was obvious that the battle was in full swing, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dispersed to Xiang Que's side.
The sandstorm was still going on, and Xiang Que quickly huddled himself on the ground and hugged his body tightly. No matter what the situation was, he had no time to worry about it. After all, he had to ensure his own safety first.
After an unknown amount of time, the battle in mid-air suddenly came to an abrupt end.
Xiang Que raised his head and squinted his eyes, and then he saw an unexpected figure approaching quickly. After almost passing through an afterimage beside him, he fell headlong into the sand less than ten meters away from him.
On the ground.
In an instant, the quicksand blown by the wind submerged the figure on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a small sand dune was piled up there.
When Xiang Que was about to go over to investigate suspiciously, seven or eight people suddenly came from that direction with swords. These people were all wearing navy blue robes, and their toes were on the swords. After they rushed here, people stepped on them.
The sword suddenly stopped in front of Xiang Que.
The way he acted was really expert-like and extremely chic.
There were eight people in total, seven men and one woman. The leader was holding a whisk in his right hand. His long hair was tied into a hairband on the back of his head. He was probably about sixty or seventy years old. He had a white beard floating on his chin, which made him look very attractive.
The seven people behind the old Taoist priest all looked particularly young, but all of them were quite dashing and heroic.
When the other party stopped in front of Xiang Que, the old Taoist frowned and asked, "Little friend, did you see anyone passing by just now?"
Xiang Que came back to his senses and thought that the group he was fighting with just now was the same group. The one who fell headfirst into the sand was the one being chased by them. Judging from their attire, they should be members of a certain Taoist sect.
Just as Xiang Que was about to talk, a young man behind the old Taoist suddenly opened his mouth and scolded: "Uncle Master is asking you something. Answer it quickly. Don't waste our time. Let the evil man go. Don't worry."
Can you afford this responsibility?"
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and looked at the other person. He was really hehe. His temper is like this. You have to smooth it over. We are all friends if we can talk and discuss. If you talk with guns and sticks, I will not be happy.
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Another thing, Xiang Que’s philosophy is that not all decent people are necessarily good people, evil people also have good intentions. His distinction between good and evil is very different from the worldly concept. This is all derived from the ancient well view.
His style is that he doesn’t care about good or evil in everything, only what he likes.
"Uh-huh," Xiang Que raised his finger and pointed to the east and said, "The wind and sand were blowing so hard that I didn't see what the people passing by looked like, but I saw a figure passing by over there."
The young man frowned and asked, "Who are you and why are you wandering in this desert?"
"I come from Langya Mountain Cave Heaven. I have gained experience in the desert. I heard that there are many desert wolves here. I plan to come here to train myself..."
The other party looked at him for a few times and sneered condescendingly: "You can't even stop this sandstorm, and you still want to practice in the desert? Don't risk your life here."
Xiang Que raised his head and said calmly: "Thank you."
The old Taoist priest turned his head and said: "Stop talking nonsense and go chase people..."
"Swish, swish, swish" The eight sword lights suddenly changed direction and left quickly towards the side pointed by Xiang Que.
Xiang Que grinned contemptuously, but suddenly the only woman at the back of the eight people suddenly turned her head and looked over.
The smile on Xiang Que's face suddenly stopped, he calmly stretched out a finger to scratch his nose, and said: "Fellow Taoist, go slowly, I won't send you off."