The word 'west' has a special meaning even in the world of martial arts.

Strange Flowers of the Western Regions, A Sword from the West, Thaumaturgy of the Western Regions...... Due to the blockage of news, the world portrayed the Western Regions as a bizarre mirage, and spread it more and more bizarrely.

Most people dream of seeing the wonders of a foreign country with their own eyes, but no one has ever stepped a step into it.

There are passes at the border, and the royal family has strictly ordered that no one is allowed to leave the border unless there is an imperial order.

Bu Jingyun made careful arrangements for this trip to the best of his ability, such as getting a reliable map, figuring out which pass has a lower rank than himself and is greedy for money, planning an advanced route and creating some fog to make the authorities think that he is somewhere else, etc. Time was in a hurry, and he knew that he couldn't do it perfectly, for example, the map he got was an old product of the Tianxiahui period: the hydrology and geography of the pass were still depicted so-so, but looking outside the pass, there was a graffiti full of cows, ghosts, snakes, gods, rakshasas, and Shura; For example, he is now a commander of the light pole, although he has an official position, but no one has a horse cronies, and there is not even a flying pigeon that passes on the book, and the trick of "releasing the fog" simply made him a "golden cicada shell" - he tore up an old piece of clothing and threw it into the woods with his official seal, and forged a scene that I don't know whether it should belong to killing people or belonging to a tiger devouring people, but unfortunately he was reluctant to leave a peerless sword, otherwise he would definitely be able to do it more realistically.

But he was lucky that none of the guards on the border were not greedy, as long as he had money, the other party would dare to open any convenient door to him.

Just where to find the money?

Bu Jingyun, who was so poor that he could only eat sweet potatoes, had no two taels of silver on his body combined.

Bribing the guards with two taels of silver?

Let's laugh!

Of course, he didn't think about forcing his way through the level with his martial arts—yes, it was hopeless to climb over the wall at night with his lame light skills—but that would only make him wanted by the whole country.

He himself can not care about the wanted warrant, but Yu Chuchu can't.

So he could only find a way to make money, and when he arrived at the border all the way, the silver in his pocket changed from two taels to five taels.

Bribing the guards with five taels of silver?

It sounds much more reliable than taking two taels of silver.

Weighing the silver money in his hand, he walked towards the pass where an outline could already be seen.

The pass is sandwiched between two mountains, across a sheep intestine path, the so-called "one husband when the pass is not open" is said to be this kind of design.

Bu Jingyun pinched the silver and walked slowly to the front of the pass, even he couldn't tell whether it was the responsibility on his shoulders or the silver in his hand that slowed him down.

"I'm going to get out."

Facing the guard in iron armor, Bu Jingyun looked directly into the other party's eyes and said firmly.

"But you only have five taels of silver."

The guard glanced at the silver in Bu Jingyun's hand, and experienced people like him could cut the weight of the silver with his naked eyes alone.

"Yes, I'm going to get out."

If he had changed to another place, Bu Jingyun would never speak like this, but the current situation forced him to do so.

"You're insulting me."

The guard slapped the silver in Bu Jingyun's hand, but Bu Jingyun took the opportunity to grab his wrist.

"What do you want to do?!"

The guard was horrified to find that the armor of his hand was gradually deformed under the grasp of Bu Jingyun, and a sharp pain was born from his wrist, and he was so frightened and angry that he was about to draw his sword to cut the madman in front of him, but he could not pull out the knife after all.

"I'm going to get out."

Bu Jingyun stared at the guard's eyes, and was completely pressed by the momentum of the 'not crying death' he hid on the guard's body, and the latter's breath was suffocated.

Stuffed five taels of silver into the guard's arms, and while the other party was still stiff, he walked through the pass in shock.

Stepping on the other end of the path, he looked back at the mountain before the mountain would cover his vision, and it was good that the defenders in the pass did not light the beacon fire.

He came out safely.

But what he didn't know was that if he was willing to look up at the sky at this time, this trip to the west could be avoided.

……

The Gate of Life and Death, where a simple wooden tombstone was erected in front of a pile of new earth that had been turned up, and in the soil slept old men with few lines.

There was no tribute in front of the tomb, only four stones stacked together.

The tombstone is scrawled with the simple words "Tomb of the Cold Old", and it faces the road down the mountain to the mountain, as if waiting for someone's return.

"Boom, boom."

Two figures fell from the sky.

"Leng Lao."

Mo Xie was carrying Luo Xian, and he had already seen the cold old and simple tomb in the perception that he had thrown from afar.

He sensed Leng Lao's undecaying bones, and the cause of the other party's death was already clear in his heart.

"I was shattered by the force of the big palm and died."

Mo Xie covered the entire cave with his perceptual power, and the traces that could not be seen in the past were unobstructed in his eyes.

Hair strands, the smell of fat powder, two completely different chills, a hole that seems to be safe and sound, but the inside has long been shattered.

"Shakti."

Retracting his senses, the terrifying sword qi in his heart was surging in the meridians around Mo Ye's body, which were damaged but still barely connected into a cycle, and a trace of white flame drilled out of his body uncontrollably.

The wind rises and blows down a hole in the rocks......

"Are you finally back?"

In the Zhonghua Pavilion, which was less than a thousand miles away, Mr. Feng Ming, who was talking about martial arts allusions and drinking happily, caught a glimpse of a wisp of ink in the space outside the window lattice. Without saying a word, he almost couldn't control the jade cup in his hand and crushed it.

"Brother Fengming, what's wrong?"

Noticed Mr. Feng Ming's abnormality, and asked questions with no nameless concern.

In the past few days, Kung Fu has been nameless and has called Mr. Feng Ming so affectionately, and Bu Jingyun's reminder has been completely in vain.

"Nothing, just thought of some tips on dealing with demons."

Mr. Feng Ming said.

"Oh, Brother Lao Fengming has to worry about."

Nameless toasted him with a glass of wine, and the two drank together again, enjoying themselves.

With the nameless ancestral statue enshrined in the hall, it is perfect......

"He's back."

Having lost all contact with her relatives and friends for a few days, Yu Chuchu stayed alone in the house, and her eyes glimpsed through the patio the darkness that leaked out of the eaves.

Lead the horse and go out. Go straight to the door of life and death.

The disappearance of Fengyun and the second dream were all spread from the death of Leng Lao, although Bu Jingyun deliberately did not let Yu Chuchu intervene in this matter, but she relied on her ability to pull the musket team that had not yet been disbanded to lurk near the door of life and death.

"Whoosh~!"

She threw an arrow into the sky, a code she had agreed with the others.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops to meet each other!