When the day is about to be twilight, an old horse in the mountain road of Shapotouzhai comes slowly, and there is a person on the horse, strange and ugly, bent over, and rises and falls with the horse.

In the inn on the slope, in the hall, more than a dozen guests gathered around the dining table were chatting and chatting.

"Fortunately, we are slow to go out, if not, it will be like a caravan in the village, and there will be no dead bones. ”

"The luckiest ones were still the iron guns and darts over there, and when they saw the sandstorm coming, they actually turned around and escaped. ”

"I heard that they also suffered losses, and three large carts were destroyed, and all the goods on them were lost. ”

"There's also a dart master, eight or nine guys, and it's finished!"

"In the end, it's still a loss of manpower!"

"Well, yes, but it's better than the caravans that set out early!"

In the corner of the hall, everyone in the Iron Gun Dart Bureau was silent.

"Restaurant, serve. ”

Mr. Big said suddenly.

"Plus a jar of spirits. ”

The head of the dart is also the same.

Eight dishes, one soup, one jar of spirits. ”

The shopkeeper said loudly.

Look at the wine and food, at the beginning, everyone was silent, only the dishes and chopsticks hit each other, which added to the dullness. After three rounds of drinking, it suddenly became louder, and finally guessed loudly, and there was no different color.

In the shadows outside the door, there was a soft sigh.

"It is to accompany each other all day long, life and death are entrusted, and forgetting is the normal feeling of human beings!

Then he walked in.

The store was as silent as it was in the middle of the night.

"Brother Jin, you're still alive?"

"Ahh

Suddenly, there were a few screams, and for a while, the sound was high on the third table of the Iron Gun Dart Bureau. Everyone got up and pushed the chairs and stools under them, creaking and creaking, and a few footsteps sounded, and a group of dart masters and men all gathered around.

"Brother Jin, we all thought you were finished! hahahaha······"

The mist flickered in the head of the dart, a tiger hugged, and then slapped his big hand heavily on the back of the deficient.

"Brother Jin, come and eat. You must be hungry, right?"

Mr. Big lowered his head, wiped his hand on his eyes urgently, pretended to have a foreign object in his eyes, pulled it over, and begged for food and chopsticks. The guy in the car had already handed over the wine bowl, and he couldn't stop wiping his eyes.

I didn't have to choke in my heart, and I didn't have time to say a word, just nodded vigorously.

A few businessmen at the adjacent table were all smiling and looking at the iron gun dart game.

"This strong man has done a great job, and he actually escaped in the sandstorm! You must know that the sandstorm in the northland, once every few years, the bones and flesh of those who have experienced it are flying, and there is no exception. A few years ago, there was a sandstorm, and more than a dozen caravans were wiped out along the way, and thousands of people died, and none of them were lucky!"

There are two people on a table on the side, an old man and a young man, the old man has gray hair, a long cloth shirt, and a scimitar in his hand, and he is sitting on the table, about fifty years old. The young one is twenty years old, with a white face without a beard, a brocade dress, a long sword at his waist, and a graceful look. The one who speaks is the old man. His eyes flickered, staring up and down. As soon as he wanted to turn back, he suddenly felt sensitive, and a trace of the cultivator's divine aura swept in, and he was not in a hurry to recover the ontological divine energy and spread it into the skin and bones with the technique of nirvana. His complexion remained unchanged, and he still lowered his head and ate the wine.

After dinner, go upstairs. The head of the dart went first, and Mr. Big walked with the shortcomings, and the two talked in a low voice. Then they entered the bedroom of the head of the dart.

"Brother Jin, and tell me carefully about the way you got out. ”

"The head of the dart, the horse of a certain family is old and weak, and it can't be delayed for a moment, so he doesn't stop, just spinning in place. In desperation, he abandoned his horse and walked hundreds of feet, and saw that there was a big stone, and the stone pit under it was very wide. And when he was about to go in, when he turned around, the old horse actually followed in! Now the sky and the earth were dark, and there was nothing to see. It's just that the sound of gold and stone hitting each other is endless. When the sky is about to turn white and the wind is in the clouds, the boulders on the pit have been hit by sand and stones, and nearly half of them have been eliminated!"

"Brother Jin, good luck! Sandstorms are unique to the northern land of the ancient continent, and they have harmed it, and it is rumored that there is no one alive in the past. This time he lives alone, and he will be rich and prosperous one day. ”

The big gentleman said with a smile.

"I lend you good luck!"

The three of them chatted again. After an hour, I will not be able to leave and return to the room. It is an upper room, a small bed, a table, and two chairs. The windows are clear and clean, and the packing is compact. I didn't go to the bath, so I made soup at home, poured it into the pool, went down to the pool, washed the dirty and greasy skin, and then went back to the room. Those two faint senses seemed to have nothing but sweep over his body. I don't know if it's enough, I go to bed quietly and rest.

When the moon rises in the middle of the sky, the four fields are silent. Only the inn on the slope is always heard the sound of guests snoring and snoring. I closed my eyes and reminisced about the breath of the sandstorm in the day, and reinterpreted my own simulated sandstorm in the small shijie of the sea. Its knowledge of the sea is small shijie in the middle of the sand and rocks, and its scenery is no different from the sandstorm in the day! It's just that its momentum is big and small, and it is not very stable, and its power and range are not yet comparable to the sandstorm in the sky! The time that caused this is too long, if you compete with people, how dare you use it?

Enough to stay in bed, racking his brains.

In his neighbors, two people who were not enough to detect during the day could not sleep.

"Uncle Shi, his face is ugly, where is a cultivator? Besides, his body and skin are blank, and his divine energy and yuan power have not been emitted in the slightest, it is definitely not my belonging!"

"Hmph! The master of the young sect is a man of his word! A cultivator, a thief of chickens and dogs, and a person who sells his fame and fame is no different! How can a prostitute or a prisoner dare to say nothing? Birds, beasts, fish and turtles, trees, flowers, and plants cannot be cultivated, and even the ugly ones and the like. ”

"Uncle Shi taught me a lesson! It's just the two of us, the inspection can't be said to be detailed, and the detective can't say that it's not strange, but there is really no trace of the fluctuation of divine energy and yuan power outside his body and bones!

The old man frowned, and kept moving around the room.

"Otherwise, in the sandstorm, even if we Ning Yuan's cultivation still can't be unscathed, how can it be an ordinary mortal?"

"However, if you look at the person, you are safe and sound, where is the loss?"

"Or is it so powerful that it far surpasses us?"

The old man groaned slightly, and replied:

"No! No! No! A superior man has his own demeanor! Where is there a person who is defiled with the despicable and the like?

"What Uncle Shi said is very true! As the old saying goes, if you look at yourself, you can know others! Looking at us, how can we get together with the ants of the rivers and lakes to practice together?"

"Well, why don't you visit tonight and try your skills?"

"No, Uncle Shi, this person is still unclear about the truth and fiction, how dare you say it? If he is serious, won't the two of us fall into the mouth of the tiger?"

"Well, I have to follow it, waiting to try out its fiction and reality, but I can meet to conspire with the holy treasure. ”

After less than a night of sleeplessness, I carefully studied the mechanism of the occurrence of the sandstorm, intending to simulate it completely, and use the power of my body to attract the qi of heaven and earth.

On the second day, just after dawn, the inn on the slope was awakened by a noisy sound. The shopkeeper opened the door and looked, and saw that at the door, more than a dozen soldiers were standing with weapons, and one of them was an officer-like person who shouted proudly:

"On the order of the general manager, a cadre from the Iron Gun Dart Bureau waited for the yamen to interrogate. ”

"Master Jun, it is dawn at this time, and the Iron Lance and Dart Bureau lost manpower and wealth yesterday, and is in shock. Can I wait until dinner?"

"Forty-six bastards who don't understand, even dare to disobey the military orders of Lord Qian! Hurry inside and order them to come over, a little slower, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! The military master is not strange, the little one will pass it on!"

After a while, several dart masters of the Iron Gun Dart Bureau came out one after another, and they were left alone.