"I'm not a decoy. ”

Xia Guang raised his face, and his eyes saw the figures of about thirty or forty people, most of them were big men wearing sunshade cloaks, with swords behind their backs, or scimitars stuck in their waists, and some holding crossbows.

The camel was slowly moving forward carrying a tightly packed cargo that it was impossible to see what it was.

The man at the head of the group turned red, and when he saw the boy get up, he said, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a passerby. ”

Xia Guang told the truth, "Whatever you should be busy with, you can do it." ”

The red-skinned man at the head said, "You live nearby?"

Xia Guang said: "No. ”

The red-skinned man said, "You are lost in the desert. ”

Xia Guangdao: "Not bad. ”

The red-skinned man said: "Then come with us, although it will take some time to go back and forth, but I can survive anyway, I Zhang Yimeng assures you." ”

There was an admiring look in his eyes, this boy was so young, he was stuck alone in the desert, and it was really rare that he could not be in a hurry.

It's just that some follow-up probing is needed.

He is a businessman, not a bandit, nor a ruthless person.

Not far away, a black-faced man said, "Big brother, your kindness has flare up again." This is a desert, a desert of death, and if a child is here, don't you be suspicious?

In the desert, there are a lot of strange talks!

We are running outside, just carrying our heads to make some money, not opening for three years, and eating for three years. ”

After that, he stepped forward, looked at Xia Guang coldly and asked, "Boy, what about your parents?"

Xia Guangcheng said: "It's dead." ”

To be honest, he doesn't have much affection for these two relatives who have never met.

In this world, there are only two people who are really important to you, the missing imperial sister, and the little palace maid named Wang Jiu.

So his voice was calm.

The black-faced man said, "You are lying! How can you be so calm when your parents have just died, who are you?"

Xia Guang stood up and patted the dust, and was about to say something more.

Suddenly, a delicate girl's voice came: "Uncle Zhao, you scared the little brother!"

There was a girl behind the red-skinned man, who was not too beautiful, but her eyes were watery, with the enthusiasm of the people of the West, and sincerity.

She tugged at her hood and said, "Little brother, come with us, the desert is too dangerous... You're here alone, you're going to die. ”

"Zhang Ran..."The black-faced man was about to say something more, but he looked at the girl and sighed lightly.

Because this girl was also picked up in the desert, the family was killed by sand thieves, and she was the only one who escaped by luck, and then was rescued and taken in by her eldest brother Zhang Yimeng.

The black-faced man's name is Zhao Yanfeng, at first he was as he is now, he doubted and disagreed, but then he got along very well with this girl, for this little tail in the caravan, who didn't treat him as a daughter?

Now that the girl spoke, he naturally took a few steps back.

The little girl smiled and was about to pull Xia Guang's hand.

The latter's hand just flicked back, and it flashed over the small hand.

"Let's go back. ”

Xia Guang raised his head and said lightly.

After a few sand dunes came to his mind, the oasis that was temporarily blocked from view, the black "ancient tomb", the huge old woman with a giant axe, and the terrifying hiding place buried by green trees and clear water...

All of this is ominous.

So in response to the enthusiasm and kindness, he thought for a moment and said, "Or, just stay in the camp temporarily, and then send someone to investigate." ”

"Little brother, do you mean there are sand thieves ahead?"

The cloak girl was smart and quickly made her own judgment.

And Zhang Yimeng, the red-skinned man, glanced at Zhao Yanfeng with a black face, and quickly showed a cautious look.

This boy must know something...

Zhang Yimeng raised his hand suddenly, signaled the entire caravan to stop, and then said, "Third brother, take a few brothers to explore, don't be reckless." Yanfeng, you go and take a hand, answer it, and come back immediately if there is any change.

I'm here to set up.

At that time, if there is really danger, it will still be the same as before, the same operation, understand?"

The black-faced man said to a nimble thin man not far away: "Got it, big brother!"

With that, the two of them each beckoned some guards and groped their way into the distance.

The little girl stood beside Xia Guang and said, "It's okay, little brother, my father-in-law is very powerful." ”

Xia Guang said casually: "How powerful?"

The little girl showed a proud face: "My father-in-law once studied with the strategists of the Water Mirror Palace. ”

Zhang Yimeng said: "Praise me again, a reckless man like me, even if he says to learn from those strategists, it is also an insult to their reputation, Xiao Ran, don't talk about it in the future." ”

Water Mirror Palace?

The power of the royal family.

Xia Guang was idle, just watching the red-skinned man unload the burden from the hunchback, and then untie the white silk cloth, revealing a wooden box in the center, and after opening it, there were some strange things in it.

The only people I know seem to be brushes, inkstones, and ink ingots.

But the standard configuration of those three kinds of writing and ink is a little strange, at least it is not the same as the pen, ink, paper and inkstone I used in my study.

The red-skinned man took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to slowly grind the ink, the ink overflowed, and in the inkstone that looked like stone and gold, with the hands of the big man, began to rotate slightly, like a circle of ripples, gradually forming a whirlpool.

Just when the ink in the center of the whirlpool was getting deeper and deeper, Zhang Yimeng suddenly lifted the pen, and the tip of the pen was on the heart of the whirlpool.

His eyes suddenly opened, and the ink on the tip of the pen was pulled in a constant line.

One line, one stroke!

His right hand seemed to be slow and fast, but his left hand still drove the rotation of the ink.

In fact, the strategists of the Water Mirror Palace never set up a formation alone, usually there will be children grinding ink around them, children grinding, and the strategists wantonly use this ink to gather the qi of heaven and earth, and gather it in the heart of the array.

Brushwork, at first, was judged by whether it was pure or not.

After that, a strong personal touch is added.

It's just that it's not a master, it's not a master who enters the house, and it can't be done.

Zhang Yimeng, a red-skinned man, is naturally not such a master, but he is not a big array, so the bamboo boards of the three spiritual solutions are almost laid out into a tripod, and on each board, three ancient characters are clearly painted: life, death, and injury!

One board is a door, and three boards stand together, which is the hub of the array.

It is rumored that the great strategist, known as the Tomb Tiger, can lay down the "Nine Star Bead Array", which is amazing.

It took about three incense sticks for Zhang Yimeng to do all this, and at this time his face was exhausted, sweating profusely as if he had collapsed.

took off the kettle on the hunchback, poured some water into it, and then sat on the hot sand, looked at his caravan, and ordered: "Hold the gate of the formation, wait for the third child and Yan Feng." ”