Hong Lianxue looked up at Zhi Kaizhen in surprise. The Lingxi Zhai in Feijing Lake in the Jin Dynasty is a female crown sect. How could it accept a man as a disciple?
The moonlight cast from the skylight shines on the young man's face, and the light and shadow are mottled and intertwined. Some are as bright as water, and some are hidden in the shadow of the window pane, which is particularly mysterious and profound.
"It's just specious." Zhikarizhen responded casually. This sword was his own sword move inspired by Yao Xia's Lingxi Scissors. Although the power is far less than that, and the path of Qi movement is even different, it has been achieved.
Lingxi Shen has some charm of "the heart is connected and the wings are flying together".
"Who are you? What are you doing here at the Sheep Slaughter Fair? Why did you entangle Fat Tiger?" Hong Lianxue turned a blind eye to the dagger pressed against her neck, and kept asking questions with a stern voice.
"Whether Sister Xue believes it or not, I just want to stay away from this area as soon as possible."
"It's easy, I will arrange for you to get out immediately!"
"But not now." Zhi Shouzhen shook his head slightly. Zhang Wujiu would catch up with him sooner or later. Instead of running away and risking his life, it would be better to use the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger's Sheep Slaughter Fair to solve this serious problem.
"You brat, you said it as soon as possible!" Hong Lianxue Feng's eyes widened. This little thief spoke in a vague and sloppy manner, and didn't say a single word happily. He acted insidiously and slyly. Before she could use her magical powers, she was attacked by a sneak attack.
If you succeed, the eighty-year-old woman is really a loser!
"Sister Xue, can you loosen your cuff?" Zhikari moved the dagger slightly, "If I had ill intentions towards you, I would have done it long ago."
"Little thief, if you kill me, will you be able to get out of this sheep slaughtering market?" Hong Lianxue laughed angrily, and instead of loosening her cuff, she suddenly tightened it like a revenge.
"To be able to work in this business on Daotou Street, the busiest street in Zaiyangji, Sister Xue must have a big backer behind her. It is not difficult to take care of her." Zhi Kaizhen's back was strangled, and he couldn't help but bend forward and was pressed.
Hong Lian's snow-capped peaks are deformed, and her white breasts are almost squeezed out of her red bellyband.
"You bastard, what are you doing?" Hong Lianxue's eyes were filled with anger, and a delicate blush flashed across her face. Although she ran a fence yard, she was as protective as a jade, otherwise she would not be worthy of her fiancé, who stayed in the desert and led the tribe to survive.
Son-in-law?
"What did I do?" Zhikarizhen was slightly startled. Suddenly he felt that the place where his chest touched was full of elasticity and trembling. Then he woke up and the charming pictures of those erotic albums flashed before his eyes.
"What a fart, I'll dig out the eyes of you little thief!" Hong Lianxue's chest rose and fell rapidly, squeezing and loosening against the boy's chest, adding to the fragrant spring scene.
Zhikarizhen showed a strange expression on his face: "What do you want to do if you don't let me go?"
"Go away!" Hong Lianxue's face turned red, and her sleeves fell softly. Zhikarizhen pulled away, backed away from the wall, hooked the door with one foot, opened it slightly, and said: "Sister Xue, now you and I
Can we have a good talk?"
"Talk about your mother!" Hong Lianxue was furious, her ten fingers moved sonorously, like plucking strings, and a crimson pipa appeared behind her, which was the martial arts form!
"My mother died a long time ago." Zhikarizhen's expression was indifferent, the tip of his dagger pointed at the opponent, and the sword in his palm danced.
The three-killer machine sword that took shape for the first time came out of the body, penetrated the dagger body, and spit out an inch of invisible and colorless edge at the tip of the dagger.
An incomparably sharp murderous intent was about to come out, as deep as a prison and an abyss. Hong Lianxue felt her heart palpitating and her skin pores growing cold, as if she was being looked down upon by a peerless ferocious beast from above, falling into a despair that could not breathe. p>
"Sister Xue, if you and I start a big fight here, I'm afraid we will both lose and cause unnecessary trouble. You don't want your Dunhuang identity to be exposed, right?" Zhi Shouzhen looked at Hong Lianxue, and his sword was condensed.
Send.
Hong Lianxue's face changed several times, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.
Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed, he took out the leaf of words from his arms, and threw it to Hong Lianxue: "This is the leaf of the thousand-year-old tree of words, which is hard to find. Sister Xue, you must be in need of money to live in seclusion here.
This leaf is my sincerity, and it should be paid for my temporary stay here. Don't worry, I won't stay long."
Hong Lianxue glanced at the dark red leaves falling at her feet, and was secretly surprised. Thousand-Year-Old Leaves are so rare, and the other party will give them away as soon as they are told. Is it possible that she comes from a wealthy family? Otherwise, how could she know the Taoist true secret of Lingxi Shen? She was thinking
We know that the noble sons of human beings cannot be messed with casually. Such people often have life cards in their families. Once they die and the life cards are broken, Taoist masters will inevitably track them down. She is not alone, and she also has many responsibilities.
The livelihood of the tribe is in danger.
The desert was dangerous and barren, Dunhuang was short of water and medicine, and the scenes of tragic deaths and injuries suddenly appeared in Hong Lianxue's mind. She felt a pain in her heart, rolled up the leaves in her sleeves, gritted her teeth and said: "You can only stay here for seven days, seven days
Get as far away as you can! No matter what you do here, you must not implicate Fat Tiger, otherwise I will fight to the death to kill you, you bastard!"
"What can I do?" Zhi Kaizhen smiled slightly and put away the dagger, "Didn't Sister Xue say that she would accept me as a handyman slave in Yihongyuan?"
Facing Hong Lianxue's stunned eyes, Zhikarizhen opened the door, lowered his head, and said in a respectful tone: "Madam boss, please take me to get familiar with this place, and take care of the boys and girls by the way. By the way, you should be here
Can we get some better disguise medicine? Just putting plaster on your face probably won’t hide it from Lao Jianghu.”
Hong Lianxue was stunned for a long time, with a bone-deep chill oozing from her body.
She suddenly remembered that fifteen years ago, the Yu Clan sword cultivator, dressed in white as snow, with bare feet, walked into the desert night with one sword and one man.
All the people in Dunhuang rushed forward angrily, trying to fight him, but the old patriarch stopped him, with red eyes, and knelt at the feet of the Yu Clan sword cultivator. Only later did she realize that the man exuded the aura of broken void. p>
"What are you doing?" The Yu Clan sword cultivator's voice was clear and his eyes were clear. Hong Lianxue had never seen such a handsome and handsome man.
"I beg you to let go of the last bit of my clan's blood." The old clan leader buried his head deeply, crying.
"What does your bloodline have to do with me?" The Yu Clan sword cultivator looked indifferent and walked through the crowd casually, turning a blind eye to the thousands of Dunhuangs who were watching with eager eyes and surging emotions.
"That's right." He turned around halfway and frowned slightly: "I don't like to owe others."
Then he bent his legs, knelt down in front of the old patriarch, stood up calmly, and walked away slowly. The night sky was dark, starless and moonless, and Hong Lianxue watched from a distance as the mysterious figure walked into the windy sand and disappeared into the vastness.
Deep in the Gobi.
"Why would a Yu clan sword cultivator who can shatter the void at any time kneel down to others?"
"Because he doesn't care. Xue'er, there is a kind of person in this world who doesn't care about anything."
The bitter voice of the old patriarch seemed to still be lingering in her ears. It was also in that year that she resolutely left the desert and vowed to find a way out for her people. Hong Lianxue stared blankly at Zhikarizhen, and saw the indifference deep in the young man's eyes.
That Yu Clan sword cultivator dressed as white as snow.
"Boss lady?"
"Follow me." She flicked her sleeves, and the torn clothes slid down quietly, revealing her dazzling white shoulders. She couldn't help but glared at Zhikarizhen.
Zhikarizhen followed Hong Lianxue around Yihongyuan. He first asked for a few disguise pills, rubbed them all over his body, and disguised himself as a rough black boy with a pockmarked face. Then he changed into the clothes worn by the servants of the brothel.
The man in the green linen coat met the turtle slave, the thug, the madam, the accountant, the maid, the girl, etc., and became familiar with the routines in the yard, so he went to the backyard room designated by Hong Lianxue to rest.
The whole night, he did not dare to close his eyes, and kept guarding the window lattice, spying on the disturbance outside, for fear that Hong Lianxue would become murderous again. Although the Dunhuang people have always been trustworthy, he has never had the habit of placing his own safety on others.
Before going wild, he even made plans for many countermeasures in case Ba Lang betrayed him.
At the fourth watch of the rooster's crow, before dawn, Fat Hu rushed to Yihong Courtyard anxiously, asking Hong Lianxue to take him to knock on the door. Seeing that Zhi Shou was fine, Fat Hu grinned: "I just said it.
, Sister Xue is so smart, so why would she sell a little sheep to a bun shop?"
"Fat sheep can also turn into man-eating tigers. Fat tiger, don't blame me for not reminding you, you must keep your eyes open when making friends!" Hong Lianxue snorted coldly, gave Shikari Zhen a warning look, and rolled her sleeves.
And go.
"My eyes are naturally small, how can they get bigger?" Fat Tiger rubbed his eyes in confusion and said to Zhikarizhen, "Your Uncle Liu lives in my place, and the old man kept nagging me all night, which made me lose my mind.
Sleep well, I almost beat him."
"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Fat Tiger." Zhi Shouzhen said happily, "Can you please take me to see him."
The two of them left Yihongyuan. There were only a few pedestrians on the street and it was quiet. Most of the shops had their iron doors locked and were sleeping in the dim light of dawn. There were only a few pastries and tea shops with candles lit and steaming. "Don't go to this dumpling restaurant. The meat fillings are made from two-legged sheep." "That teahouse is no good either. It says the tea is free, but the hot water for cooking the tea will charge you ten taels of silver per bowl.
, specializes in killing people from outside." "You saw the glutinous rice dumpling shop opposite, it's a 'pigeon cage' secretly for business news." "The closed clothing shop at the east end, the clothes are all pulled from the dead.
I heard that there is still business with Da Chu and Da Jin." Pang Hu pointed with a big ax and bought a cage of plain steamed buns on the street corner. He handed them to Zhikarizhen and a few of them, and wolfed them down himself.
"They say the sheep slaughtering fair is very chaotic, but I think it's not bad." Zhi Kaizhen memorized it while observing carefully.
"What a fart! There are so many people using knives in the middle of the night!" Fat Tiger picked out the green cabbage leaves between his teeth, "But no one dares to mess around during the day. Laoshao Knife and Qinglong in the north, Bai Laoda in the south, and Bai Laoda in the west
Together with Du Stutter, we set the rules."
After Zhi Shouzhen inquired, he found out that Lao Shaodaozi, Qinglong, Bai Laoda and Du Jieba were the leaders of the four largest human gangs in Zaiyangji. They were probably high-level cultivators of refining qi and returning spirits. They were in charge of various small forces, agreed on rules, and sat on the ground to share the spoils.
, a portion of the money will be allocated every month to Ma Hua, his minions and the local barbarians.
"That's right, little fat sheep, you also have half of the silver I got from those guys last night." Fat Tiger wanted to take the silver from his arms.
Zhikarizhen shook his head and said casually: "No need."
"That won't work. I, Fat Tiger, am a moral person! Sister Xue once said, 'Thieves also have moral principles.'"
"You can save the chicken legs first."
"Chicken drumstick...I still owe you a drumstick!"
Zhikarizhen suddenly slowed down and stopped in front of a blacksmith shop. He stared deeply at the vague carvings in the lower left corner of the iron door and continued moving forward calmly.
That carving is the word "branch" in the ancient bird and fish characters of the Wu people.