This is an age that cannot be verified.

The wind and smoke are like knives, cutting out the treacherous stone mountains that stand in the desert. The strange stones on the stone mountain are staggered, the carvings are deeply burned, their shapes are different, there is no order, and the unique charm of the desert wonders is revealed. There is no grass on the stone mountain, it looks steep and abnormal, and those who dare to open an inn here are naturally not crazy and stupid, and they can gain a foothold here, naturally there is a reason for their strength.

The inn is not big, and there is a stone mountain to block the wind and sand, this inn is naturally solid, and this building is taken from the original materials, that is, based on the hard mountain stone, poured with heavy copper juice to pour one, there is no leakage on all sides, the danger of wind and rain is shaky.

The whistling wind slapped on the face indiscriminately, and occasionally mixed with flying sand and gravel, most of the pedestrians who came and went would choose to rest in this inn that I don't know if it was a black store - opening here, it was not a black store or a black shop.

White clothes like snow, long hair like a waterfall, clothes are not stained with dust, there is no sand between the hair, this sky of wind and sand, has no effect on him, open the door curtain and walk in, not big or small room, there are four or five wooden tables, more than a dozen or twenty benches.

There were two tables here that were full, eight guests, four at a table, all of them were shirtless men, and the man who entered after them was like a world apart.

"Tea, a pot."

The deep voice penetrated this small inn, as if it was far and near, and it was impossible to feel the direction, but it was clear to the ear.

To be able to build an inn here, the shopkeeper is naturally not very human, this dry and thin old man, with a smile on his face, a kind smile, a smile in his eyes, a ruthlessness revealed in the turbidity, the wrinkles on his face can almost kill mosquitoes, and the voice is even more trembling in the end of the year, but under the trembling, what is hidden is undoubtedly hard: "If you want to drink tea, it is naturally possible, as long as you open the starting price, this tea will naturally be sold to you." ”

"The price?"

The corners of the man in white's mouth curved up, as cold as moonlight: "Your life." ”

The shopkeeper's cloudy eyes were sharp at this moment, and almost at the same time, a cigarette pouch on his waist was already whistling towards him like a gale, and this action did not look like an old guy who was about to die.

The man in white didn't make any movements, as if he hadn't dodged, but the old man didn't even touch half of the corner of his clothes.

Time stood still, the action stood still, the whole space fell into a standstill, a little cold, a faint invisible blood mark, since the old man's neck changed from shallow to deep, until the head left the neck, red blood, suddenly splattered out, stained the walls of the inn, and even splashed on the hair, body, and face of the guests at the two tables next to him.

However, no one made the slightest sound, and in the quiet inn, only the sound of corpses falling and heads falling to the ground could be heard. The head of this black shop, who had been entrenched in the desert for many years, died in a moment. No one dares to move, let alone anyone jump out to take revenge, this old man is entrenched here, all kinds of black and black business trading is a tyrant, before today, his martial arts are high, so high that no one can survive in his hands, he has many hands, so many that he is all over this square mile, but at the last moment when he sold dried beans in Shangxian Mountain, he couldn't imagine that his subordinates had already been strewn in various places in this thousands of miles, and none of them were spared.

That sword is by no means something that anyone here can stop, no one will be stupid enough to take their own lives to avenge a dead person, and almost no one who can come here is clean, not a good person, and it doesn't matter what righteous deeds are done - there is only one life, and no one is tired of living.

"I will give you a day to get out of this place, and after a day, if I find you still wandering here, you will end up like him."

His voice was flat, no threats, no intimidation, just a statement of fact. And this has already made these people break out in a cold sweat, and they don't even dare to breathe.

After the man in white finished speaking calmly, he turned around slowly, looked out the window, and looked in that direction through the rolling yellow sand, as if he was going to pass through this distant space and fall on someone. Really...... Here it comes.

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This is a piece of beautiful scenery, by the mountains and rivers, can no longer be called a village, but to be called the village of the place, just approaching this piece of endless, into the eye can not see the edge of the big village in front of the village, at first glance you can see two tall trees, like standing guards like standing in this colorful, with a variety of colors in the picture.

Look at the thickness of this tree, it must have grown for at least two or three hundred years, otherwise it would never have grown to such a size.

Of course, this tree was planted here as a feng shui tree according to the guidance of the master to protect this big village. There is a small stone temple under the feng shui tree, although the stone temple is small, it is also complete, and it not only enshrines the land lord and the land woman to manage the local lonely ghosts; It will also worship the majestic Jinjia Mountain God to control the local jackals, tigers and leopards.

The azure oil umbrella covers the dew in the forest in the early morning, and also blocks the little sunlight projected on the earth through the trees. Dressed in a green shirt, fluttering clothes, the breeze blowing the tips of her hair, the slightest fluttering, she stood in front of the village, under the face covered by the oil umbrella, a pair of deep eyes, looking at the scene around this village. All around the stockade, except for the passage in front of her, was in the dense forest. When she passed by the feng shui tree and shrine in front of the village, and entered the village, she saw that most of the houses in the village were made of cyan boulders. Among the bluestone houses, there are many exquisite and elegant bamboo buildings dotted among them, which makes the whole village scattered and elegant.

The village is almost self-sufficient and has no quarrel with the world, except for the occasional young man who goes out to exchange goods with merchants in large towns, or marries a wife from the outside world to increase the population of the village. The biggest feature of this village is that no one will forget the life of the fairyland in the village because of the prosperity outside.

Therefore, all you see here are some familiar faces, and the unfamiliar faces will naturally attract people's attention at first glance, not to mention, the formation outside the village is not something that can be cracked by a random person.

"A traveler from afar has come to our stockade, but has lost his way on the journey?"

The white-haired village chief, holding a rubbed shiny, natural, jujube crutch in his hand, walked tremblingly to the woman with the support of his own nephew, and said in a friendly manner.

In the face of an old man, she naturally will not play the oil umbrella in her hand, fold the umbrella, she smiled, Erya said: "Just attracted by the scenery of the village, lingering for a while, coming back to my senses, has stood at the mouth of the village, if there is any disturbance, I will leave." ”

"Ha, it's okay, you ......"

The old man's cloudy eyes, after seeing the appearance of the woman in front of him clearly, widened for a moment, and his tone was full of disbelief: "You...... You are...... Benefactor, you're finally back! ”

The years are in a hurry, time flies by like a white horse, fleeting, he thought that for the rest of his life, he could not see the benefactor of the year again, but he did not expect that God heard his wish, before he was about to die, let him get what he wanted, and saw this benefactor who built a cottage here with his own hands, the sky ...... Eyes!