Although my father is still leading the team to rush and not retreat, but dozens of people were quickly submerged in the sea of people, from a distance, there are only swords and guns towering like a forest, but I can't see my father's figure, if it weren't for the shouting and killing in the center of the military formation is still rushing into the sky, who can know, there is a veteran who is leading the team to fight?

Lao Wang finally couldn't help it: "Sister Yun, give the order! If it goes on like this, everyone will be exhausted!"

My grandmother slowly raised her right hand, but she heard an earth-shattering roar from the military formation: "Breaking the Void Fist!"

When my grandmother turned her head to look, a tiger several meters high had already stood up in the thousands of troops, raising its claws at the same time, the wind roared, the tiger's claws fell, the loess was agitated, the figures were flying wildly, and the military formation that was still surging and advancing just now was emptied in an instant, and my grandfather stood in the middle of the corpse mountain, holding a knife and laughing: "How about Lao Tzu's Broken Void Fist?

Although my father is full of pride, he has reached the end of his strong crossbow. As soon as the Void Breaking Punch came out, he had no power to fight back.

My grandmother didn't even say a word and flew towards my grandfather, and at the same time, there was a roar of horses in the inn, and eight war horses broke through the door at the same time, and the knight's eight-colored leather armor was impressive.

Eight Banner Generals?

The ghost general they had been waiting for finally came out, but they urged the horse to rush when my father was at his weakest.

My grandfather looked at the ghost general and raised the mountain opening knife.

Eight ghost generals, horses' hooves are like thunder, and their figures are like a tide.

But my father did not move like a mountain, and pointed to the sky.

My grandmother accelerated again and again, her figure brought a series of phantoms, and the sword in her hand suddenly came out of its sheath, shaking the air and roaring.

In an instant, the eight ghost generals, with their bodies attached to them, their spears were lowered, and the war horses under their crotches accelerated instantly, and they wanted to use the power of the war horses to tear my master apart.

My grandfather's long knife did not move, his eyes were slightly closed, and his gaze and sword light locked on the ghost general led by him at the same time.

Anyone who knows my father knows that he is going to fight hard, and the moment the opponent's spear penetrates his body, it is the moment when his blade shoots down and takes away the opponent's head.

That moment of blood and heroism may come in the next moment.

The moment the ghost brought the spear to the wind, the moment it blew away the white whiskers on my grandfather's chest, my grandmother suddenly appeared behind him, stopped and hugged my grandfather's body, and the long sword in his hand collided with the spears of the eight ghost generals repeatedly, sparks shot everywhere, and people followed step by step.

Eight ghosts staggered their spears, attacking repeatedly, chasing after my grandfather and my grandmother, and when my grandmother raised her sword with one hand and desperately resisted the opponent's spear, people also used the power of the spear to continue to retreat.

My grandmother's method of retreating with her strength seems ingenious, but in fact, she is with a person, it is impossible to completely dissolve the other party's strength, and the residual energy on the ghost spear has not been dissolved, and between the hearts of my milk has been shaken again and again, blood has suddenly oozed from the corners of her mouth.

My grandmother's men were only a little slower, and the eight ghosts raised their spears together, and the tips of the spears were pointed at my grandfather and my grandmother.

Eight spears burst out with energy in an instant, stabbing at the two of them together.

At the same time, my grandmother and my grandfather reached out to block the wife beside him, and stepped forward by themselves. They clearly knew that their flesh and blood could not withstand the power of the spear, and even if they were aimed at the steel spear, the person behind them would be pierced by a shot. Time is only a short moment, but in order to buy that moment of time, they stepped forward, even if they knew that after their death, the other half would follow, but they all rushed to the tip of the gun desperately in order to buy each other a little time, and fight for the hope of escape that would not appear at all.

The moment the eight spears were close to the chests of the two of them, the eight ghost generals exploded into phosphorus fire at the same time.

My grandmother stood in the sky in the firelight and slowly turned her head, but saw Lin Yan spurting out a mouthful of blood - in a moment, she found the thread of fate of the eight ghost generals, and moved their fate, and she was also devoured by the Heavenly Dao and was seriously injured.

Lin Yan forcibly shouted: "Reinforcements!"

Lao Wang was the first to pick up the spear with the bayonet attached: "Rush with me!"

The cat raised a spear at his waist and rushed to the old king of the military formation, crying as he ran, crying and saying, "I must be fucking crazy." It must have made Chen Ye's group of crazy people sick, why did I fuck charge......? Kill—"

With a roar, the king stabbed his opponent in the chest, raised his leg and kicked the corpse away, brandished his spear and stabbed him repeatedly, and in an instant the blood stained his whole body. A company of soldiers then smashed into the enemy group and frantically entangled with the opponent, pushing the enemy sideways and approaching step by step in the direction of the inn.

Before the reinforcements rushed to the door of the inn, I had already heard my grandfather's roar, and my heart suddenly trembled: My grandfather shouted the Void Breaking Fist, did he break the Void Fist?

I instinctively wanted to get up, but sat back down.

At this time, I can't panic!

Don't panic!

My cultivation is not there, the only thing that can compete with the innkeeper is this head, and my head is messed up again, but there is really a dead end left.

The shopkeeper said anxiously: "Brother Chen, there is a fight outside, have you found the flaw in the shopkeeper's story?"

I said in a deep voice: "The story of your shopkeeper is only better than a strange word. Other places are not worth mentioning. To put it simply, your shopkeeper's purpose is to push me into a corner, and let me go to the so-called mobile room by myself. This room was a lifesaver for me. So, I had to do everything I could to find the location of the room. ”

The shopkeeper said: "You mean to say that the shopkeeper is playing with you?"

I shook my head and said, "He's not kidding me, he's treating me like a story." You shopkeepers want to write a story that will keep me alive. He blocked my life, but he left me alive to see if I could break through. That's why the Hall of Reality didn't use my mind to embody the inn, but created a story with someone else's mind. ”

The shopkeeper said with a little excitement: "Then you say, where is the way to live?

I said lightly: "I really don't know whether to say that your shopkeeper has a clever idea, or that there is thunder in his head? He led me to the inn, in fact, it was a very important clue, so he should use the small money as a line index for me to take the bait." But not only did he not do this, but he also cut off the clues about Xiao Qian'er, and threw out a bunch of messy clues to me. I'm going to have to find a room. ”

"It's a bit far-fetched to put two broken clues together, and say that they have a relationship with each other. It doesn't matter, but it makes people feel that there is some correlation in the middle. Do you know how to write a story?"

The shopkeeper's face showed a little disdain: "That's the key you didn't understand, right?"

I suddenly laughed: "Dare to ask the owner's name?"

The shopkeeper's face changed slightly: "Are you confused?"

I said lightly: "Although you are just a shopkeeper, you are a character created by the owner. When I talk to you, I'm talking to the owner, isn't it?"

The shopkeeper said: "Then tell me, what happened in the inn?"

I calmly said, "Let's put it this way, your story should be divided into two parts, one of which is Guan Hong." ”

"Guan Hong is the one you deliberately let out, and you gave him an illusion. That is, only the person who finds that room can inherit the inn. So, he ran out to find someone who was particularly lucky and came back to help him choose a room. This is what is often referred to as borrowing luck in the art of art. ”

There are all kinds of secret techniques, and borrowing luck is one of them, simply put, it is to borrow other people's luck and use it for me. This can be said to be a kind of secret technique that harms others and benefits oneself, and those who are borrowed by others will inevitably be haunted by bad luck and collapse. and even decadent suicide. Those who borrow luck may not have a good end, borrowing luck is like trying to kill people for money, and it is easy to be eaten by the way of heaven and annihilated.

A person in the art path will not borrow luck easily, unless he has a reason to do so.

I looked at the shopkeeper and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Guan Hong was originally the shopkeeper, right?" When his master was the shopkeeper, he did a lot of immoral things, for fear that the inn would be liquidated in the hands of others, so he had to take the risk of borrowing luck. ”

I stretched out my hand and pointed at the shopkeeper: "You, in fact, are the characters created by the innkeeper based on Guan Hong?"

The shopkeeper was surprised: "How do you know?"

I laughed and said, "It's actually quite simple. You have been portrayed as a demon in the flesh. And Guan Hong is just such a person. As long as you are lucky, you are not limited to whether the other party is a man or a woman, but Guan Hong only looks for women. Moreover, I also specialize in looking for beautiful women. Seducing the other party and killing people cruelly, isn't this kind of pathology very similar to you? But ......"

I changed my words and said, "I didn't guess, who is the Guan Hong who slaughtered the Guan family in the Qing Dynasty?"

"That's the previous treasurer. The shopkeeper said: "That person is actually the real Guan Hong, the person you see is just borrowing Guan Hong's name." The previous shopkeeper, the last junior two, the master and apprentice, are all a virtue. It's like I've lived eight lives and never seen a woman. When you see a woman, it's like a fly seeing blood, and those who play with their lives have to pounce up. It's weird that he doesn't look for women. ”

"I see!" I nodded, "Guan Hong knows, you like to read stories." So, after I went out, I played a bizarre story for you. Unfortunately, his story doesn't interest you, at least you don't have much to expect from him. At this time, another storyteller appears, and his train of thought makes your eyes shine. So you gave him the inn. He took possession of the inn before Guan Hong returned, and then turned me into the person in the story. Am I right?"

The shopkeeper stared at me and said, "Why do you say that?"