Okay, I admit, it's too scary to say something becomes something. I really don't dare to write it. If I write it, it won't be a martial arts, but a fairy tale. I'm sorry.
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Ziqin didn't like the desert. He didn't like it in his previous life, and he didn't like it in this life either.
The changes in the wind and sand in the desert must be beautiful if captured in photos or drawings. Just imagine, a vast dusk, golden sand all over the ground, the setting sun like blood, and a few rays of sunset outlined, what a beautiful scene it would be.
But if you live in the desert, you wouldn't want to see such scenery for a day.
Because only those who live in the desert know that the most beautiful sunset in the desert is actually a tornado.
It's just that the people in the desert have no choice and no choice. They can only endure the ravages of the storm and listen to outsiders praising the beauty of the desert sunset.
At this moment, Ziqin looked helplessly at the beautiful sunset. The camel he was sitting on was choked so hard that he could hardly breathe. However, this was not the time to feel sorry for the animal.
The guide wearing houhou cloth next to him roared at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse, and he felt like his vocal cords were being torn when he spoke.
Behind the guide are Ziqin's accomplices, about twelve or three people in total. They have been running desperately since they woke up from this world. From not knowing that the sunset represents a tornado to knowing that the sunset is a tornado, they block the progress of the tornado.
Ziqin had been running all along the way, so he never had time to count how many companions he had.
However, one thing Ziqin has already confirmed is that the desert and windy sand carry a depressing beauty. The only thing in this world that is related to the Condor Shooting.
"Rush past the mountain site in front and you will be safe behind the hillside. The tornado cannot blow away the mountain."
The guide's voice suddenly became excited. At the same time, Ziqin's eyes saw a huge hillside in front of him. He said it was a hillside. In fact, it was as bare as an ugly big stone, but this stone was a complete piece, connected to the earth.
, as if it itself grew from the ground, giving people an absolutely solid feeling.
There is absolutely no need to fear tornadoes while hiding inside this kind of stone.
For a moment, Ziqin also became excited, and the camel under his crotch seemed to be more powerful.
The group of people rushed across the hillside desperately, and there was a groove behind the hillside with their backs facing them. It seemed like a holy place that was born to avoid any wind and sand. At this time, there were houses in this holy land, although they were extremely simple earthen houses.
But the signboard erected at the door of the earthen house is really joyful.
This is actually a restaurant.
Before Ziqin even got close to the restaurant, he saw someone, a very familiar person, someone he had seen countless times before, in the white-haired world on TV and in movies. Ziqin was absolutely sure of what world he had arrived in.
Memories poured into his mind like water, and Ziqin suddenly knew his identity in this world and his current situation.
He is the swordsman of the Taiwei Mansion and a minion of the current imperial court.
Normally, the swordsmen of Taiwei Mansion should not be in the desert. The desert at this time does not seem to belong to the Song Dynasty no matter where it is. However, they have to come to the desert.
Because they have a mission, they need to capture a fugitive.
The memory ended here. Ziqin didn't know who the fugitives were, nor how they chased them to the desert. However, behind this small memory, there was another inconspicuous memory.
A few days ago, Ziqin hacked to death a person, a little boy. The boy had an older sister, a pretty good-looking sister. They had no parents, and only had a donkey and an old hen to depend on each other.
This is definitely not a good memory. Anyone who has watched East Evil and West Poison knows what will happen to the person who hacked the little boy to death. The current Hong Qi naturally cannot compare with the Hong Qi of later generations, but the current Hong Qi's martial arts are also different.
Absolutely not bad. If you have a sharp sword, you can be considered a good player in the world.
But Ziqin is now just a swordsman.
When he woke up, Ziqin found that all his martial arts skills had disappeared. He remembered those martial arts and every move and style of the Jiandao Sword, but he did not have the terrifying internal strength that he had before. Although he could use the Jiandao Sword, he could not use it.
Both the angle and the strength were ridiculously poor, not even as good as the Purple Gold Sword Technique that he spent two days mastering.
But what he is most familiar with now is a set of sword techniques that he doesn't know the name of. In Ziqin's eyes, this set of sword techniques can only be regarded as fancy tricks.
Needing to face Hong Qi and sealing his own martial arts, this should be the first problem. Maybe a mission can be generated if possible.
The pursuit of the fugitive may also generate a mission, but I don’t know who the fugitive is. If we put aside the distance between this world and the Condor, simply inferring from Wu Jue’s age, he should be around 117 at this time.
Between 1180 and 1180.
At this time, Xiao Feng had been dead for nearly a hundred years, and Huang Shang seemed to have just written the Nine Yin Manual, but he was already old. There should be no top masters in the world.
However, with his current strength, I am afraid that even third-rate masters cannot stop him. Even with these companions, he can only surround and kill second-rate masters, but he will definitely not be able to withstand first-rate masters.
Countless thoughts flashed through Ziqin's mind quickly, and he followed his companions into the tavern.
He has learned to think, and he has also learned to take advantage of the situation and never let himself stand out, of course, when his own strength is insufficient.
Although Ouyang Feng was a broker, he also opened a tavern. Naturally, a tavern owner had wine. Soon Ziqin was drinking with his group of companions in the tavern.
After serving the food and wine, Ouyang Feng still sat back at the door. He looked at the desert in front of him. A tornado had already blown. From the mountain col, he could see a pillar connecting the sky and the earth in the distance. From time to time, he could see some large animals such as camels.
Revealing half of the armor.
Ziqin picked up a jar of wine from his side, staggered out of the tavern and sat down next to Ouyang Feng.
He poured a large bowl of wine and brought it to Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng turned his face and looked at Ziqin, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. Perhaps people in his profession would be cautious and suspicious of everything.
"Don't worry, I am a military attache of the Song Dynasty. Even if you kill the entire desert, I will never arrest you."
Ziqin pressed the wine bowl on Ouyang Feng's hand, poured himself another bowl of wine, and poured it all into his mouth.
"There is a business, do you want to do it or not?"
As the wine entered his mouth and then into his stomach, Ziqin suddenly spoke in a deep voice. The sky in the desert had turned dark under the raging tornado, but Ziqin's eyes lit up in the darkness. He suddenly thought of a good idea.
Or this idea may not generate a mission, but it can definitely cause changes in the plot, and changes will cause changes. Changes to the system will cause chaos, and he will have the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos.
"I am a native, and I will do any business."
Ouyang Feng finally drank the wine poured by Zi Qin. Even though there is a kind of person who doesn't like drinking wine poured by strangers, he will never refuse the guest's request or any request.
"We will have cooperation soon."
Ziqin poured another bowl of wine for Ouyang Feng, but this time Ouyang Feng didn't drink anymore because Ziqin was not his guest yet.
Behind, someone grabbed Ziqin fiercely, but it was his companions. These guys couldn't see Ziqin while they were drinking, but when they looked around, they found that Ziqin actually ran outside the door to drink with Ouyang Feng. They were really big.
for dissatisfaction.
The cursing guy dragged Ziqin into the tavern. Ziqin was not annoyed, but turned around and gave Ouyang Feng an apologetic smile.
At this time, Ziqin was naturally not upset. Although he still didn't know what would happen in this world, he was sure that everything was related to Ouyang Feng. Now that he had met Ouyang Feng, he had taken the first step.
On the wine table, they toasted their companions with large bowls of wine and said apologetic words.
If there is a person who is familiar with Ziqin's performance in the world of famous people, he will be so surprised that he can't even close his mouth. At this moment, Ziqin doesn't have any of the arrogance he had in the world of famous people. At this moment, he looks like an honest person.
He was assigned his duty as a court eagle dog as his younger brother.
"This damn desert is really annoying. I don't know when we can go back to the Central Plains."
After drinking for three rounds, Ziqin suddenly sighed and spoke loudly.
As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the approval of many Taiwei Mansion swordsmen. Each of these guys slapped the table and cursed, cursing the fugitive, cursing this mission, and cursing this desert.
Among the many curses, Ziqin suddenly heard three words.
Recruitment and tenderness Murong Yan.
Ziqin didn't know whether it was Yan or Yan, but Ziqin was sure that what he said must be this sound. For a moment, Ziqin was sober from drinking. The fugitive they were chasing turned out to be Murong Yan, who belonged to this world.
Being alone and seeking defeat.
Murong from Suzhou, Jiangnan, and Dugu who was famous for his sword.
Ziqin suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh. He wanted to laugh. The person they wanted to hunt was actually such a person. With his current martial arts and the strength of these companions, this was an almost impossible task.
However, Ziqin didn't say a word. He continued to toast his companions with large bowls of wine until he was so drunk that he didn't even recognize himself.
Ziqin had four dreams that night, dreaming that he died four times, and was killed once by Dugu Qiubai, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng.
People who have many dreams at night must not get up too early. When Ziqin woke up the next day, it was already noon, and his companions were cleaning camels outside. It was hard to imagine that there would be wells in the desert.
, and there is actually water in the well.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when no one noticed that he was awake, Ziqin found Ouyang Feng again. This guy was actually pouring wine from a large jar into several small flasks.
Ziqin didn't know what it would be like if people in the martial arts world of the Wujue era saw Xidu pouring wine, but Ouyang Feng at this moment clearly had a hint of vicissitudes and sadness.
At this time, Ouyang Feng was by no means a good person, but he was also by no means a withdrawn person. He was someone who could make friends.
"I think there's an opportunity for us to work together."
Ziqin stood behind Ouyang Feng and spoke. As he spoke, Ziqin looked out the window at his companions.
"You probably don't have enough money."
Ouyang Feng was still drinking, but he uttered a sentence: Ouyang Feng took yesterday's drink money from their arms. Although they were drunk at the time, they still remembered it, so Ouyang Feng knew all the money they had.
However, Ziqin didn't understand why Ouyang Feng said he didn't have enough money. Could it be that he already knew what cooperation he was talking about, but how did Ouyang Feng know it before he opened his mouth.
As if hearing Zi Qin's question, Ouyang Feng put down the wine jar and flask and turned around. He also looked out the window. Zi Qin knew that Ouyang Feng had indeed understood what he meant by cooperation.
"Yesterday, you looked at them with murderous intent in your eyes."
Ouyang Feng's voice was extremely calm, but Ziqin's eyes narrowed slightly. Ouyang Feng in the Condor Shooting seemed to be far less observant.
"In addition to money, I also have knives. I think you must hope that someone will partner with you to support this store. Not everyone in this world is suitable for opening a store outside the Great Wall, especially in the desert."
After the shock passed, a faint smile appeared on Ziqin's lips, and he suddenly added another sentence at the end of his words.
"Besides, we are still friends."
Ouyang Feng couldn't help laughing when he said this. He had never known that there were such shameless people in the world. He only met Ziqin last night. Even though they didn't even tell each other their names, Ziqin actually didn't know.
It takes a lot of shame to say that you are friends with him without any shame.
"Am I very shameless?"
Unexpectedly, Ziqin said this first, and Ouyang Feng was suddenly stunned.
"I think shameless people will always have more friends, because if you say some things, someone will definitely listen. But if you don't say some things, the people who want to hear you say those words will no longer be able to wait for you to say them.
talk."
Ziqin's eyes were slightly blank. He didn't even think about it when he said this sentence. He didn't even know why he said it. Although it was his original intention to get to know Ouyang Feng, these words were definitely not his original intention.
However, after saying these words, Ouyang Feng's eyes became as blank as his.
After a long time, Ouyang Feng slowly turned around.
"At noon, you invite them to drink, and from that afternoon on you will be half the owner of this store."
Ouyang Qian walked out slowly, and Ziqin discovered that Ouyang Feng had been tired before, and now his back was extremely tired, not at all as tough as Xidu later.
At noon on this day, Ziqin invited all the swordsmen of the Taiwei Mansion to drink. People who lick blood from the blades of their swords all like wine, and these swordsmen are no exception. Even though they were very drunk the night before, these guys were still the same at noon.
Drinking happily.
So, except Ziqin, all the drinkers died from drinking.
Ouyang Feng turned out to be good at mixing poisons, and his methods were very clever. At least Ziqin didn't find anything wrong with the wine his companions drank. However, Ouyang Feng had personally admitted that those guys all died of poisoning, and the poison was in the wine.
inside.
For the first time, Ziqin felt that his life was not guaranteed. He knew that Ouyang Feng could poison him at any time, but he would not notice anything.
Ziqin stayed in the tavern. Although Ouyang Feng was not a good person, Ziqin knew that the opportunity for him to leave this world was Ouyang Feng, and the opportunity for him to want more tasks was also Ouyang Feng.
Days and nights passed quickly in the desert. Ziqin didn't know how long he had lived there. There were many times when Ziqin went out to kill people for Ouyang Feng. The tavern helped introduce killers, but there were actually not many killers in the desert.
But most of them don't have high martial arts skills, so Ziqin can only take action himself. Although the swordsman he is possessing now doesn't have high martial arts skills, it is at least much better than those killers in the desert.
As he killed more people, Ziqin gradually discovered that his purple gold sword technique was getting more and more powerful. Many times Ziqin even couldn't help but think about whether to kill Ouyang Feng with this sword technique.
He thought about it many times, but every time he thought about it after killing someone, because he knew that Ouyang Feng must see the murderous look in his eyes.
Only after he had killed someone would Ouyang Feng think that the murderous intent in his eyes was because of the killing, not because Ziqin wanted to kill him.
Ziqin felt like he was trapped in a strange circle, an extremely boring little game in a huge game, but he couldn't find a way out. The depression made him go crazy, if he couldn't see his steps through the system all the time.
The sword skills I learned with help may make Ziqin go crazy when he matures.
Just when Ziqin thought he was used to living like this, a blind swordsman came to the tavern.
This man and Ouyang Feng seemed to be old acquaintances. Zi Qin knew that this man was also friends with Huang Yaoshi. Moreover, this man's sword was very fast, and his martial arts might not be inferior to Huang Yaoshi.
Because the blind swordsman killed the sharp swordsman Ziqin had roped in as soon as he arrived.
This man, excluding Ziqin, has the fastest knife skills within hundreds of kilometers.
This made Ziqin feel very uncomfortable, not because the blind swordsman's sword was fast or because the blind swordsman killed the swordsman he had trapped, but because everything seemed to have returned to the original work.
I don't know when Ziqin became extremely afraid of remaining unchanged.
At this time, the blind swordsman gave Ziqin extremely bad news.
Dozens of people in the Murong Mansion in Jiangnan were massacred overnight. There were rumors in the world that it was swordsmen from the Taiwei Mansion who did the killing. After killing the people, these swordsmen had already arrived in the desert outside the Great Wall. It is said that this group of swordsmen came to the desert.
Afterwards, there was a great disaster and only one person was left.
This news about the blind swordsman made Ziqin feel very bad.
Sure enough, three days later, Ziqin received a threatening letter from a nearby horse thief. The letter asked Ziqin to hand over thirteen martial arts secret books stolen from Murong Mansion.
It turned out that there were rumors in the world that the swordsmen from Taiwei's Mansion had emptied Murong's Mansion in exchange for the martial arts secrets collected in Shi Shui Pavilion, but they fled to the desert outside the Great Wall in an attempt to master unparalleled martial arts before returning to the Central Plains.
Ziqin knew that he was probably going to be in big trouble. Ziqin was not afraid of this martial arts man at all, but he was afraid of two people, Dugu Qiubai, Huang Yaoshi, and maybe Ouyang Feng.
Three days later, the blind swordsman died at the hands of a horse thief because Ouyang Feng helped him take over a deal.
Five days later, Huang Yaoshi came to the tavern, carrying a jug of wine. For some reason, Ziqin felt that the jug of wine was very important to him. Unfortunately, Ouyang Feng hid the jug of wine very well.
On the same day, the filial daughter came to the door of the tavern, and Ziqin saw the most stubborn hatred in the world. For some reason, Ziqin felt that the world was about to end.
