painting robbery

A broken car was pulled by a skinny horse, and walked slowly on the uneven path.

The carriage bumped, and after a few counts, the curtain behind the carriage moved, and a person rolled down from the carriage until he rolled into the bushes next to the path, where he was stopped by a branch and remained motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The skinny horse didn't notice that there was one person missing in the car, so he still pulled the car and "dede" went away.

After an unknown amount of time, a man with a knife on his back passed the trail and saw the man lying in the bushes.

The swordsman squatted down: "Are you okay? Do you want me to take you home?"

The people on the ground moved: "My... home... is not..."

He suddenly exhausted all his strength and turned over on the ground.His face was exposed to the swordsman's sight, his gray and white hair was like dry grass, and the layers of wrinkles were crumpled paper.

The person lying on the ground is any lonely old man on the side of the road who is about to die.

Their misfortunes are similar yet very different, and there is no shortage of such people anywhere in northern Xinjiang.

The old man said: "I have a treasure...I will give it to you, and you have to do one thing for me..."

A small pagoda forged of pure gold, gleaming in the sun, rolled down at the swordsman's feet.

The swordsman was attracted by it, picked up the pagoda, and the moment he held it, a steady stream of heat was transmitted into his body, and in the blink of an eye, the true energy in the meridians doubled like a thick one.

What can double a person's zhenqi in the blink of an eye?

The swordsman held the pagoda in his hand, trembling all over his body!

The old man murmured: "Take it and help me kill...Tianbao Sara's...Mother Mo."

Tianbao Sara, the most dazzling pearl city in northern Xinjiang.

Mother Mo, the owner of Tianbao Sara, the most noble woman in northern Xinjiang, Deyun Lamo.

Year after year, the westerly wind blows on the land of northern Xinjiang, day after day, year after year, making the mountains and rivers together with the land form countless windy depressions, large and small.These natural depressions are called "Wind Cliffs" by people in northern Xinjiang.

Fengya is not only a landform in northern Xinjiang, but also a gang in northern Xinjiang, and it is also one of the most famous taverns all over northern Xinjiang.

Most people who come to northern Xinjiang from outside will choose this place as their first foothold.

Because here is the strongest wine, the strongest woman, and the strongest news.

Yan Zhenci is sitting in such a tavern.

This is a fairly good tavern in northern Xinjiang.

It was built on a not-so-small wind cliff, with earthen walls on three sides and the roof, but the windward side was built with wood and bamboo walls, and thick felt was spread in the gaps to keep out the wind.The tavern is dark, and there is a stone bonfire in the middle. The flames in the bonfire are not extinguished day and night, and the old wooden tables and chairs are placed around the bonfire. , Amidst the music, the dancer dressed in light gauze and full of jewels swirled and danced in the crowd with a wine bowl on her head.

"It's really noisy, it's really noisy, it's not as good as Brother Yuan's playing. Is Brother Yuan really here? Brother Yuan won't like it here."

Amidst the noise, a thin voice rang out from the corner of the tavern, it was Jiaojiao who came here with her words.Jiaojiao stood next to the wooden table with a small corner missing, and used her wings to touch the table that could babble at any time in distaste. , a drinker whose robes are all patched.

It sighed: "There are so many gold and silver jewelry hanging on the body, but I don't want to wear a better robe. The people in the northern border are worrying."

Yan Zhenci opened a cloth bag that he carried with him, and poured the nuts inside in front of Jiaojiao.

When the food came into her eyes, Jiaojiao immediately forgot her complaint just now, jumped to the pile of nuts, and kept stretching her neck to peck.

Yan Zhenci caressed the parrot's gorgeous wings, and took a sip of the tea in his cup.

Amidst the rich aroma of the dancer's whirling dance, all kinds of voices in the tavern merged into a torrent and poured into his ears together.

A group of swordsmen sitting close to the bonfire chatted in a low voice: "This is the first few people who have died for the Jinta in ten days?" Hearing a white-haired old man behind him leaning back, said with emotion: "Dongshou is here again!" It's coming, I hope Mo's mother can get through this year's test..." And above the zenith of this tavern, there is a small secret room that is only waist-high. How much has it been?"

Words are too much to hear.

After drinking a cup of tea, Yan Zhenci said to Jiaojiao, "Hurry up and finish eating, let's continue on our way."

Jiaojiao ate the fruit and whispered: "Bad Master, are they talking about Brother Yuan, should we eavesdrop?"

Words: "What happened to your brother Yuan, we can see with our own eyes, we don't need to hear it."

This statement is very reasonable.

Jiaojiao was immediately convinced, and regardless of the whispers above her head, she quickly pecked at the leftover fruit on the table, and soon she ate a full stomach, flapped her wings laboriously, flew to Yan Zhenci's head, and left the tavern together with Yan Zhenci .

The wooden door opened and closed, and the wind and frost flew around.

Those who go out pass by those who come in.

Both of them felt something, they glanced at each other when they rubbed shoulders, and then went on their way.

The new guest was wearing a wolf fur cloak, with a tanned wolf tail draped over his shoulders, swaying as he walked, as if a wolf would jump off the cloak viciously at any moment.

A man wrapped in a wolf fur coat walked through the tavern, ordered a jug of shochu, and came to a vacant seat.

This location is right next to the bonfire, and the former swordsmen are still discussing the news about the golden tower: "Whose hands is the golden tower now?"

"It is rumored that it is in the hands of Xie Dao Xie Yuanhua. It is said that after he got the golden pagoda, he was the first to kill his old enemy, Mu Dao."

"How is the result?"

"The wooden knife was defeated by Xie Yuanhua before ten strokes were passed, and then Xie Yuanhua laughed wildly and chopped the wooden knife into meat. It is said that most of the people who went to watch the battle that day were killed by Xie Yuanhua."

"Both are useless, but the wooden knife is a little less useless than the evil knife."

"This……."

"It's not surprising to say that Xiedao used despicable means to attack Mudao and win. But when the two confronted each other head-on, Mudao was completely defeated, which is puzzling."

"The tone is so loud." The swordsman said.All the swordsmen at the table turned their heads and looked at the man in wolf robe, "Who are you?"

The wine on the wolf robe man's table has been drunk.

He turned his neck, his robe undulated, revealing a golden light on the side of his waist.

People with sharp eyes have already seen clearly that it is a golden ring knife with a wolf's head!

The tavern, which was still lively just now, suddenly stopped, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.The huqin stopped playing, the Qiang flute stopped playing, and even the dancing girl disappeared without a trace.

Wolf tail robe, wolf head knife.

The terrible name was floating on the tip of everyone's tongue, but none of the paralyzed tongues dared to say this name.

In the tavern, everything is quiet.Only the wolf-robed man took out a pen and paper from his pocket, added the word "Golden Pagoda" on a piece of paper that was already full of treasures, and changed the cinnabar pen, carefully wrote the letter of invitation at the end of the paper: "I have accumulated all my savings here for many years. You can ask for whatever you like, and you can ask for it all. You and I will fight for life and death. If you win, I will give you things and my life; if you lose, I will give you my things and my life."

Then he folded the paper, put it into a bamboo tube, tied it to the feet of the goshawk raised in the tavern, and sent it to the sky, saying to himself: "The door is open, and before the things are sent out, another interesting one fell from the sky for no reason." I have collected so many unique things for 15 years, there must be one that can impress him, let him fight me..."

"By the way." He suddenly turned his head, "Who will tell me where the evil spirit is?"

When the sky is on the verge of being bright and dark, everything is bewildered.

On the wilderness with giant trees and piles of rocks outside the Rage God Cult, a person gradually came.

The night is quiet, and countless chaotic shadows are like countless strange hands, stretching their teeth and claws across the road ahead.

But all useless.

Like a giant beast, the gate of the wilderness of the Rage God Sect was getting closer and closer. Yan Zhenci took the parrot on his head into his hand, and put his five fingers together slightly to protect it in his palm.His other hand was pressing on the blunt sword at the same time, the blade was three inches away from the sheath.

All the way from the Sword Palace to the northern border, but in the midst of countless rumors, to see that body and that person with his own eyes.then--

Just ten steps away from Yanzhenci's gate, a sudden exclamation broke the silence of the night, and it rang in the bushes a few steps ahead of Yanzhenci.

The sound of people in the middle of the night is very strange.

Word pillow word calm and collected, follow the prestige to look.

The dense darkness could not block the warrior's sharp line of sight, only the shadows of the trees whirled, and a figure in yellow flashed across the shadows of the trees.With a glimpse, he saw the opponent's face clearly through many obstacles, and there was a soft "buzz" in his head, and the parrot in his hand suddenly became excited, its feathers exploded, and it shouted loudly: "Brother Yuan! It's Brother Yuan who appeared !"

Before Jiaojiao's voice fell, the lyricist was bold, tipped his toes, turned into green smoke, and sprinted towards the direction of the figure.

At this moment, no matter what kind of conspiracy the "original sound stream" that suddenly appeared is, he has to go forward and find out!

The distance of ten feet is only an instant.

A moment later, Yan Zhenci appeared in the dense forest, easily catching the person running forward in the forest.

The moment of contact, the running man staggered and fell into Yan Zhenci's arms.

When the two touched each other, a trace of doubt flashed in Yan Zhenci's heart at the same time: the other's hand bones seemed to be a little thinner.As he pounced on himself, there was a faint fragrance on his body, not the sweet and heavy smell in the past, but a little bit of inexplicable sweetness.

The wind rolled the feather coat, and the person who threw himself into Yanzhenci's arms raised his face.

The face that frequently appeared in dreams recently crashed into Yan Zhenci's pupils again.The body seemed to fly out of a dream suddenly, snuggling in the arms warmly and softly, without the imaginary cold front.

Many are similar, some are different, and the words are unavoidably in a trance.

In the dream and outside the dream, this body and the other body, which one is real and which one is illusion?

"Be careful!" In the night, the voice of the person in his arms was soft and anxious, reminding the words, "There is a killing array here——"

After saying a word, the killing array is opened, the energy is surging, the wilderness is all in one, and everyone is going to kill here!

Yan Zhenci's eyes regained clarity in an instant.

He came here to go straight to the Rage God Sect, and what he was waiting for was this instant confrontation!

As for the mysterious person in his arms, it's not too late to talk about it later.

Yan Zhenci raised his hand, and threw the man and the parrot out of the killing circle at the last moment when the killing circle closed.

I saw dense fog filled the air, the surrounding scenery changed instantly, the crescent moon was stained with blood, dead trees stretched out their limbs, and boulders also made dull sounds.However, this is only a momentary scene, and the next moment, more and more fog will surround everything around it, the light will be swallowed up, and the sound will also be swallowed up. In an instant, the surroundings will be dark and dead, like a person in a cage!

A sound of wind suddenly came from behind Yan Zi.

Yan Zhenci stays still, facing the enemy backwards with a blunt sword.

There was only a light "chi" sound, the sound of the wind scattered, but the words were suddenly wrong.

Just now he slashed out with a sword, carrying his real power, although he shattered the sound of the wind, but the real power in his body seemed to have frozen, and the consumed power had not recovered.However, the sound of the wind blowing around was three points more violent than the first wave.

The ten great formations of the magic way, yin and yang dominate the formation.

Lock the foundation of the heaven and earth, seize the power in the formation, impoverish the life of the formation lock, feed the body of the great formation, and obtain the good fortune of yin and yang!

Trapped in the dark, the situation is not optimistic, after distinguishing this formation with words and pillow words, there is no panic in my heart, but a little embarrassment.

After all, 200 years have passed, and there are fewer and fewer old acquaintances. It is inevitable to feel kind when seeing someone by chance.But such old acquaintances, after all, the less the better.

A thought flashed by, Yan Zhenci slightly closed his eyes, and the light in his eyes turned off, like a cold front suddenly brightening.

Yin Yang Sheng Duo Formation As one of the top ten formations of the Demon Dao, it is certainly a skillful workmanship.However, nothing is perfect in the world.

All formations have a huge shortcoming, as long as the formation eye can be found and destroyed, all threats can be easily resolved.

As a Taoist master, Yan Zhenci also has the foundation of formation.Trapped in the formation of life and death, he recalled the terrain he saw earlier, combined with the change of the celestial phenomena tonight, secretly calculated the direction of the strange gate, walked and avoided, and walked step by step according to the calculated direction amidst the chaotic wind and invisible sharp knives.

In the big formation, the five senses are confused, and the time and distance cannot be estimated.

After a while of words and deeds, I felt a faint vision in my heart, and I took a step forward, and a light flashed in front of my eyes, a figure as light as green smoke with a long sword in hand, split the darkness, and came straight!

Great formation produces true spirits.

The figure that suddenly appeared was the true spirit in the Yin Yang Sheng Duo formation, and the true spirit was the guardian of the formation, gathering all the power of the formation.

At this moment, it came out carrying the sword with light. Although its face was blurred and its figure was erratic, when the sword flew towards it, all the power of the world in this direction was contained in this sword!

With his feet on the ground and his blunt sword in his hand, even though he was in the middle of the big formation like a lock in the mud, his heart was always happy and fearless.

He fixedly watched a sword flying in front of him. When the sword light was on, he knew that this sword was born from Keming Sword!

To this day, who else studies his sword moves and is so talented that he can create a move that can be cracked by a bright sword that still has such changes in the hands of the real spirit?

A person flashed across Yan Zhenci's heart, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the sword light ahead had arrived.

If he doesn't want to hide, he can only welcome!

One sword comes, two swords close.

The real power is surging, using one's own power against one's own power, and against the power of a small space, the power of a large formation penetrates Yan Zhenci's body in the blink of an eye.Blood gushed out, accompanied by a hurricane, and the strong vibration penetrated the Shengduo formation, bombarding the surrounding terrain, and the change of the terrain made the Shengduo formation shake!

At this time, a figure entered the formation from the outside of the formation along the fissure ghost, and deceived the blood-stained Yan Pillow beside him, with a simple sentence:

"It's still a long time, why bother to work hard."

The moonlight illuminated the face of the person who came, and I saw a person who was three points similar to the original sound flow in his eyebrows, but much more mature, and even more arrogant and aloof.

Could it be——

Meeting Yan Zhenci's surprised eyes, the visitor said lightly:

"My name is Hara Sode Kiyoshi. The master of Yuanfu, the father of Yinliu."

When the words fell to the ground, seeing the real power surging in the big formation, Yuan Xiuqing grabbed Yan Zhenci's arm again, and said in a deep voice:

"go!"