Shangguan Qingye caressed an old Yu willow tree, the Yu willow tree had lush branches, thick trunks, and crooked on the ground, and the roots of the tree drooped from the trunk, enveloping the land, bringing wind and coolness. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Shangguan Qingye stroked the thick trunk, and the trunk was engraved with a few lines of text. vaguely "thousands of years of red dust and thousands of miles of heart is not decided", the corners of Shangguan Qingye's eyes were slightly moist, and he couldn't help sighing: "Wan'er, how are you?" ”

Shangguan Liucai secretly walked out from behind the tree and said regretfully: "Dad, you are missing your mother again." Shangguan Qingye nodded with a tearful smile and said, "I haven't seen your mother for a long time, I don't know how she is now?" ”

Zhang Zhitian scratched his head, extremely depressed. There are no flowers and plants along the way, it is all desert, and I feel that it is boring. As far as the eye can see, it is an endless stretch of rolling yellow sand. Suddenly, the desert full of yellow sand lifted a puff of smoke and dust, and I saw a few horsemen in front, followed closely by a dozen or so people, and the back was covered by billowing smoke and dust, I don't know if there was anyone.

Time passed bit by bit, and the six horsemen and horses galloped quickly towards the carriage behind Zhang Zhitian, everyone was wrapped in thick armor, holding spears, murderous, haggard faces, obviously after a painful battle, the armor was broken in several places, faintly red. Closely followed was a procession of men and horses, thirty or fifty men, wearing menacing masks, wearing silver armor, armed with broadswords or halberds, bows and arrows, and swaying with the horses from time to time. "You can't run away, hurry up and catch it!" The words came from the crowd chasing behind, "Dismount quickly and surrender, and you can die a happy death." "Hurry up and tell the whereabouts of October Red, maybe you can avoid death."

Six horsemen and horses galloped towards the carriage behind Zhang Zhitian and slowly stopped. The six of them dismounted together, half-kneeling on the ground, one of them was heroic, and said in a straight voice: "Below is Mu Qingcheng, the guardian knight of the Qingyun Empire, and five brothers, hoping that the immortal master will take action, get rid of the bandits behind him, and he will definitely report to the immortal master one day." The bandits behind him were neatly encircled, and the archers on horseback stretched out their bows and arrows, aiming at the six, ready to shoot at any moment; The bandit with the big knife in his hand was already eager to try and couldn't help but move forward.

The six sharp-clad guardian knights were still firmly on their knees, unfazed and unconcerned about the situation in front of them. The thieves suddenly shouted, and the place suddenly boiled and was full of gossip. One of the bandits took off his mask and raised his palms back, leaving the bandits behind him silent. The thief who took off his mask had a pale face, unusually handsome, and said, "I hope the little brother will not interfere, I have a little personal matter with these brothers." If there is any disturbance, count me Mei as offended. “

Zhang Zhitian drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed at the well-mannered bandit, and said, "You might as well tell me the ins and outs, and let me comment on your reasoning, how about it?" The bandit leader frowned and said, "I also ask the little brother to sell Mei a certain face, and he will be my guest in this Huangling Mountain." And this matter is complicated, and it is also mixed with some private matters of Mei, which is inconvenient to disclose. Zhang Zhitian turned the tip of his sword, pointed to the six guardian knights who were half-kneeling on the ground and said, "Get up and speak, tell me the reason, I can still consider making a move, otherwise I can only let them deal with it." Life or death is up to you. The six guardian knights got up and stood there steadily like a benchmark, Mu Qingcheng said: "It is a treasure in our hands that has aroused their covetousness, and wants to kill us to destroy our mouth, this is an artifact, the Qingyue Sword, please take a look at the immortal master." Mu Qingcheng pulled out a three-foot-long sword from his waist, tattooed with a shining moon and a few stars, the whole body was radiant, and the sword body was smooth. Zhang Zhitian took it in his hand, only to feel a wonderful feeling of blood compatibility filling his heart, and waved it a few times, like making his arm fingers.