At the northernmost end of the Kowloon Desert is the Gobi Corridor, which is only a thousand miles away from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but due to the harsh environment and endless sand bandits, it is rarely passed by ordinary people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, due to its location at the junction of Zhou and Chu, there are still some large caravans passing by here occasionally, but there are generally no sand thieves who will touch them, and they will also leave some money to buy the road.

In the middle of this corridor, weathered by the drying up of a dry river, in the narrowest position was an inn called the Dragon Gate Inn, which, though imposing, was nothing more than a few thatched huts in the eyes of the well-informed caravan.

The innkeeper's surname is Jin, but he is not a charming woman, but an old man who is more than half a hundred years old and has more than a dozen legs and one eye, and there are more than a dozen guys under his hands, and he has always called his Longmen Inn the best inn within a radius of hundreds of miles, and he is not lying, because in the desert within a radius of hundreds of miles, there is only one inn.

Today is a good day, in the desert good weather means that before the sandstorm has begun to blow, a half-old child with a large broom that has almost lost his teeth swept the ground at the door of the inn, and the sand dust was raised and flew into the mouth of an old man smoking a cigarette sitting on a low wall.

"Phew! Bah! Boy, what do you say you are sweeping, we are a desert, not a restaurant in the city, no matter how clean you sweep, you will be in vain in a month after a sandstorm. The old man spat out the sand from his mouth and lectured the dumb boy a lesson.

"However, Uncle Jin asked me to clean the front of the door, saying that if there were guests coming, I could also leave a good impression on them." The kid replied with a confused expression.

"That old guy is insane, he really thinks of himself as the innkeeper, and treats this place as a restaurant, we are sand thieves, or the biggest sand scorpion in the sand thieves, this inn is simply a level for collecting money, where are the guests. You have what you mean, just wait a quarter of an hour to get back. The old man shook his head, thinking that the old golden man must have sent him out to do this because he thought this kid was in the way, and that the old man must have carried the fat cook in his arms to do some unsightly deed in the house.

"But isn't there a guest here?" The silly boy said, pointing into the distance.

The old man was startled when he heard this, and quickly stood up from the wall, and looked into the distance with his only eye, and sure enough, a figure appeared on the horizon, and a man rode a horse towards this side, and it seemed that he was still carrying something on his back, bulging.

Riding alone, what are you doing in this place, the old man frowned, and said: "Dumb, go in and tell your Uncle Jin, just say that there is a strange idea, let him be vigilant, wake everyone up." ”

"Yes." The dumb boy was obedient, put the broom on the wall and ran in.

The man and the horse were getting closer and closer, and the old man finally saw his attire, a pale yellow samurai uniform, with a flame pattern on the cuffs and neckline, a wide hat on his head to cover his face, and a huge gourd on his back, the horse under his crotch was unusually majestic, and the harness looked very valuable.

A man and a horse stopped at the door of the inn, and the man raised his head slightly, as if to observe the inn.

"Guest officer, are you going to be a pointer or a hotel? There is only one inn within 100 miles of us, although it looks inconspicuous from the outside, and you are satisfied with the service package inside. The old man nodded and introduced himself to the man, looking like a real greeting.

With a swish, the old man's eyes flickered, and the knight on the horse was already standing in the courtyard behind him: "The horses should be fed with fine materials, and a clean stable should be made." ”

Monk, and the rank is not low, although the old man only has one eye left, but there is no lack of knowledge at all, he only thought for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Dumb, open the door to welcome guests, the immortal is long, and good wine and good food are greeting." ”

After speaking, he nodded at the man's back and said, "Immortal Chief, please inside, leave the horse to us, you can rest assured." ”

As soon as the words fell, the half-grown boy named Dumb opened the door of the inn, and then stood aside with his head bowed and did not dare to speak.

The man walked into the inn, found a table and sat down, a sturdy little er immediately came over with a teapot, poured a bowl of tea in front of him, and then asked with a smile: "Guest officer, you first drink tea to moisten your throat, what do you want to eat, today we have freshly slaughtered good mutton, do you want to come to a plate to taste?" ”

The man picked up the tea bowl and sniffed it, then put it down again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I know that I am a monk, so there is no sweat medicine in the tea, you are clever, this road has been deserted for so long, do you still have fresh mutton to sell, no need to test it anymore, call your shopkeeper Jin Sanfat out." ”

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, his face showed a hint of fierceness, and there was a burst of laughter upstairs: "Hahaha, I didn't expect it to be Jin's acquaintance here, it's really a disappointment, Xiaosi, go down, there's nothing to do with you here." ”

With the creaking of the stairs, an old man who looked thin as a hemp pole walked down from the second floor, dressed in silk and satin to the point of being very precious, but he always felt a little awkward on his body, like a big horse monkey playing acrobatics.

Jin Sanpang sat opposite the hat, arched his hand at him and said: "It's been a long time since anyone called this name, it sounds really kind, I don't know which old friend is visiting, can you take off the hat and let Lao Jin and me see the real face?" ”

"Hehe, have you forgotten my voice? Does the scar on my chest still hurt? The man finally took off his hat, and the two crossed scars met Jin Sanfat's eyes, and it was An Chonglou who was sitting there.

"Sand Wolf Anzhonglou!" With a click, the stool under Jin San's fat ass broke in two, and his body retreated to the wall, and with his exclamation, more than a dozen sturdy men with scimitars came out, and the little er who served tea just now was also among them, only the one-eyed old man and Dumb who were guarding the door were hiding at the door and looking inside.

"Aren't you dead?" Seeing that all his subordinates had come out, Jin Sanpang was a little relieved and asked.

"Hehe, didn't the person who bought my news from you sand scorpions tell you in the first place? I was almost going to die, but unfortunately I did too much evil in the first half of my life, and God didn't want to accept me, so he sent a god to rescue me and take me as an apprentice, how about it, I didn't expect it. ”

"Hmph, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way to invest in hell, do you really think that our sand scorpion can't help you, tell you, the person used to buy your head was a technique, and now we also have a master of the god transformation period among our sand scorpions, and there is more than one, as an old friend for many years, I advise you not to make mistakes, go back where you came from, I will treat you as if I have never seen you."