The full moon hangs high, everywhere is a shiny silver, the rolling sand dunes seem to be shrouded in a light veil of mist, and in the distance, the sky is connected to the sand, and the sand is connected to the sky, and the two merge into one.

The light of the bonfire illuminates an inky sky, and cheerful singing wafts under the sky, men fight wine, women dance around the campfire, and children laugh.

A whole sheep was roasted on the bonfire, the skin had turned yellow, and there was a burst of meat aroma, and Han Chuang sat in the distance, sniffing the aroma of pepper and meat.

At this time, he was much more comfortable.

The old man with the white beard sat beside him, his face shining in the bright moonlight of the desert, his beard was silver and wrinkled, but strangely enough, the wrinkled face did not feel lifeless, but rather vibrant.

This is a very strange feeling, at least that's what Han Chuang thinks.

The old man was talking: "Engong, thank you this time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have died at the hands of the Black Rider Sand Thieves." ”

The old man had said the same thing no less than ten times, each time with full emotion and full of enthusiasm, but for some reason, Han Chuang always felt that this fullness was a little strange, but he couldn't say what was strange.

He could only reply lightly: "Uncle, it is appropriate to draw a knife to help when the road is uneven." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, it seems that you still don't understand the rules of survival in the desert," after a pause, he stared at the sky in the distance, and said lightly: "In a desert, it is never right to see uneven roads. ”

He continued: "The desert has been infested by sand thieves for many years, and a wonderful tacit understanding has been formed between the caravan and the sand bandits, and other caravans will not attack us when they are attacked by sand pirates, because once they do, they will make a feud with the sand bandits, and the sand thieves are like a plaster that cannot be shaken off. ”

He waved his hand and said helplessly: "No one wants to cause trouble, so everyone chooses Mingzhe to protect themselves, including me." He stared meaningfully at Han Chuang.

"If I were to face the same thing, I would choose to leave silently. ”

I don't know why, when Han Chuang came into contact with the old man's gaze, his body suddenly burst, as if he saw a bound invisible beast roaring in the mist, and as if he saw a lonely soul, staggering forward in the desert.

When he looked at the old man again, he suddenly felt that behind every wrinkle on his face, there was an untold story.

"I don't know what people are going to do, but I'm going to save them. Han Chuang said.

The old man smiled and said, "But you're going to get in trouble." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "If you are in trouble, it is better than not saving you when you die." ”

The old man was stunned and said, "There are very few people like you now. ”

Han Chuang smiled: "Fortunately, there are people like me, otherwise you wouldn't be finished?"

The old man smiled: "That's right, I should thank you." ”

Han Chuang took out a deerskin wine bag from his arms and poured a sip of wine, the spicy taste made him sober up a lot.

"I don't need to say thank you anymore, but what are you going to do after that?"

"The desert is still a long way off. The old man let out a long sigh and said, "I want to hire you to protect the caravan out of the desert, how about it?"

His eyes were fixed on Han Chuang's face, quietly peeking at every change on this disguised face. Whether it's the slight twitching of the corners of the eyes or the twitching of the lips, you can see it all.

Han Chuang laughed, took another sip of wine, and said lightly: "You shouldn't tell me about this, he is the leader." He pointed to Wei Zhenye, who was fighting with a group of samurai in the distance.

At this moment, he was receiving everyone's praise and praise, but only Han Chuang and a few of them knew that he had no intention of saving people at all.

He wanted to stand by and watch, but he had no choice but to do so.

The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "He is indeed the leader, but in terms of the right to speak, he is not as big as you, am I right?"

"What you think is right is right, and what you think is wrong is wrong. Han Chuang smiled, "There is no difference between right and wrong. ”

The old man smiled, "Can I consider it a tacit acquiescence?"

"Of course, you have the right. Han Chuang laughed, and the smile hung on the corner of his mouth like a sharp knife. He suddenly sensed that there was something special about this old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Then I'll be blunt, the Black Rider Sand Thieves will not stop there, as long as we are still in the desert, it is not safe enough, and the caravan needs strong protection." ”

Han Chuang seemed to be indifferent, but at this moment, he suddenly said coldly: "You can go to the nearby camp to hire a warrior, we still have something to do, and we will not accept your employment." ”

The old man seemed to hear Han Chuang's cold exhalation for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "To be honest, there are only six of you, although all of you are outstanding, but they may not be the opponents of the black horse sand thieves; ”

Han Chuang had to admit that this was a tempting proposal, if he was a little scared, maybe he would have agreed, but in his heart not only fearless, but also fearless, it was doomed that the old man's words would only be a deaf ear.

"Walking along the east side, there is a Terran camp about thirty kilometers away, and there are many idle warriors in it. ”

The old man didn't care about Han Chuang's tone, and said with a smile: "They can't do it, their strength is not enough, the big man who made the meteor hammer that fought against you today can easily solve them." ”

As soon as the old man mentioned the big man, Han Chuang's eyes lit up, although there were many sand thieves, but there were not many who were really powerful, and he only saw that big man.

"Who is he?" Han Chuang asked.

"The leader of the Black Rider Sand Thieves, the Obsidian Tiger. The old man replied.

"Obsidian? It's not like a name. Han Chuang took a sip of wine. "More of a nickname. ”

The old man laughed out loud and said, "In the desert, a nickname is enough, and even many times, a nickname is more intimidating than a real name. ”

"What the hell is his name? Han Chuang ignored the old man and asked in a deep voice.

"Sun Hu," said the old man, "Obsidian Tiger Sun Hu." ”

Han Chuang suddenly thought of a name on the jade bi of the Qingzhu Sect's mission, Obsidian Tiger Sun Hu, the sand thief in the Karakum Desert, the leader of the black horse sand thief, the peak of the strength of the Transformation Yuan, and the Martial Soul Shadow Demon Tiger.

"It's a tricky guy. Han Chuang said, even with his ability, he felt that Sun Hu was a tricky guy. The few words on the mission jade can't reflect his strength at all, and only when you really fight him can you understand what kind of difficult opponent he is.

Han Chuang said in a deep voice: "I'll tell you honestly, we are martial artists who are preparing to participate in the Linglong Festival, and we don't have time to escort you." ”

The old man suddenly laughed and said, "It just so happens that the caravan is also going to the center of the desert, along the way." ”

"By the way?" Han Chuang sneered, "There are no merchants in the center of the desert who receive goods. ”

The old man smiled: "As long as it's safe, you can send us out after you participate in the Linglong event." ”

Han Chuang was surprised: "Aren't your goods in a hurry?"

The old man raised his eyelids and said with a smile: "No matter how urgent the goods are, it doesn't matter if they die." ”

Han Chuang nodded, and at this moment, a groan came from nowhere.

The moan, though faint, was distinct in the empty desert.

Han Chuang and the others' backs straightened, and even Han Mao stood up.

Nie Qingqing walked up to Han Chuang and said softly, "Did you hear that?" ”

Han Chuang said: "En." ”

Nie Qingqing said again: "What kind of sound is this?"

Cho Yuan also walked over and listened sideways. None of them noticed that the old man who was talking to Han Chuang at this time was not only not listening, but was laughing, his smile was like a knife.

Han Chuang said: "The voice of a person." ”

Nie Qingqing said: "Yes, it's a person," and said after a pause: "And it's a dying person." ”

Wei Hongqiong also walked over, and just when she heard Nie Qingqing's words, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "How do you know?"

Nie Qingqing said: "Although I don't like to kill, but I hear a lot of moans from people who are about to die," At this point, she suddenly stopped, pointed to the east direction and said, "It's over there, it should be behind the sand dunes." ”

Before the words fell, Han Chuang got up and rushed away, and several other people followed closely, the old man smiled slightly, and followed behind them unhurriedly.

If you look closely, you can see that the old man's speed is not slow, and with every step, the sand under his feet must be collected, and he is actually shrinking the ground into inches.

The sand dunes were not very high, and the crowd soon crossed the dunes and saw a man lying on the sand.

Even Nie Qingqing, who has seen a lot of dying people, can't help but feel cold all over his body when he sees this person, he is simply not human, his skin is tanned like charcoal, his lips are cracked one after another, his eyes are slightly open, and the eyeballs and whites of his eyes are mixed together, and they can't be distinguished, like a gray hole.

Han Chuang was the first to walk over, and the man seemed to have grasped the last straw, muttering: "Help me, save me, give me water, I want water." ”

Han Chuang subconsciously untied the water bladder, and was about to walk over, but was stopped by the old man.

"Don't give him water directly, you'll kill him. Let me do it. ”

Han Chuang nodded and handed the water bladder to the old man. The old man took out a small towel from his arms, carefully uncorked the bottle, poured some water on the towel, and brought the towel to the man's mouth for him to suck gently.

Only then did Han Chuang know that if he suddenly gave this person a lot of water, he would die immediately.

After doing everything, the old man sighed and said, "I've been in the desert for too long, and my eyes are blind." ”

Han Chuang said: "I thought someone else had blinded his eyes, but it turned out that he was blinded." ”

The old man sneered: "It is not an exaggeration to say that he was blinded, he was robbed of water and thrown in the desert. ”

Nie Qingqing exclaimed in surprise and said, "How can there be such a person? Doesn't he know that people can die without water in the desert?"

The old man sneered: "What if he also needs water? Only one of the two people can live, and under the battle, the victorious one will live, and the loser will only die." ”

Han Chuang said: "That's right, look at this person's hands and feet, behind his back, there are all wounds, compared to after a fight, who is the person who just harmed him?"

The dying man struggled to raise his hand, pointed into the distance, and then hung limply.

The old man said: "I'm afraid it was the black sand thieves who did it, only they would do this kind of thing." ”

"What a bunch of brutes with no humanity. Nie Qingqing said, "Give him more water." ”

The old man said, "It's no problem now." ”

Nie Qingqing walked in front of the dying man and was about to untie the water bladder, when suddenly the dying man jumped up like an antelope.

His scrawny, weak hand suddenly swung out like lightning, and a snowy light flashed under his palm.

"Be careful!" Han Chuang shouted.

He saw it clearly, there was a dagger hidden under the palm of this person, just now everyone only paid attention to his scars, but did not pay attention to this dagger, but he didn't expect that it would become a tool to attack Nie Qingqing at this moment.

This move was fast, urgent and ruthless, seeing that Nie Qingqing was about to be unable to dodge, suddenly a black light flashed, and a chess piece broke through the air, and the dagger flew out with a bang.

It was Han Chuang who made the shot, although it was impossible for his people to arrive, but they could reach it by releasing chess pieces in the rain of flowers, as soon as this move came out, Jin Sanfu and Wei Zhenye's eyes flashed at the same time, and they glanced at each other, and Gu saw the smile in the other party's eyes.

The tricks of the rain all over the sky, they seem to know the identity of this Li Dazhu.

Only Wei Hongqiong was still ignorant, only hearing her shout: "Be careful." It turned out that although the person took off the dagger, he reacted extremely quickly, and swept a palm towards Nie Qingqing's chest.

With five fingers together, the palm wind is like a knife, this move has a lot of skill, but without the dagger, it can't hurt Nie Qingqing.

Nie Qingqing sneered and shouted, "It turned out to be a young man. With a palm of his right hand, he swept away the opponent's palm, and the aftermath was unabated, hitting the opponent's chest.

Then as soon as the palm of her hand touched the other party's chest, Nie Qingqing felt that something was wrong, this palm did not feel solid, this person actually used her palm power to deviate to the side, and her body suddenly sank into the sand.

"It's the art of sinking sand, everyone be careful of your step!" Jin Sanfu yelled.

The art of sinking sand is a kind of retreat, although it is not a clever thing, but only some ironclad people can learn, because there are few people who know, so there are few people who have seen it, and Jin Sanfu is one of the few people who have seen the art of sinking sand and is still alive.

Suddenly, a glench opened in the sole of his foot, and a long sword poked out of the mouth, and the moonlight instantly fell onto the long sword, reflecting a snowy light.

Jin Sanfu's eyes were quick and he jumped to the side, but the long sword still scratched his leg, and the flesh hissed, and when he looked at it, the wound turned black in an instant.

"Poisonous!"

He yelled, didn't care about saying that, and hurriedly took out an antidote pill from his arms, the antidote pill could only cure ordinary poison, but he couldn't do anything about the poison in him, and soon, he felt dizzy and swollen.

Han Chuang saw his abnormality and immediately walked over, holding his veins with his right hand.

"It's rouge. He exclaimed.

The rouge buckle is not a woman's rouge, but a poison, a colorless and tasteless poison, but the person who is poisoned will gradually turn red, and at this moment Jin Sanfu's face is flushed abnormally.

Han Chuang hurriedly used his soft sword to make two cuts on Jin Sanfu's wrist, allowing blood to flow out.

The rouge buckle is not a temporary solution, only bloodletting first to control the toxin. Sure enough, after the bloodletting, the flush on Jin Sanfu's face faded a little.

But it doesn't mean that he is out of danger of his life, even if the rouge buckle doesn't poison him, bloodletting can kill him.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he turned on his ability to penetrate the subtleties, and he couldn't hide any hint of wind and grass from his eyes, and he keenly saw an irregular distortion appear on the sand beside him, and immediately swung his sword to stab it.

With a hiss, the sword slammed into the sand, and a line of blood erupted.

Han Chuang's sword hit the enemy, but he was not left behind, and the irregular distortion disappeared in an instant, never to appear again.

Han Chuang breathed a sigh of relief and said to everyone: "Okay, he's gone." ”

Nie Qingqing walked over and held Jin Sanfu in place of Han Chuang, and asked at the same time, "Who is he, why did you assassinate me?"

The old man said: "I know the art of sinking sand, and I am good at using poison, in the old man's memory, there is only the second master of the black sand thief, Bai Yufeng, I have heard for a long time that this person is good at disguise, but I didn't expect that he could easily become a dying person." ”

As soon as these words came out, Nie Qingqing's face couldn't help but turn red, after all, it was her who said just now that the moaning sound was made by the dying person, and the reality was positive, this was a mistake.

Han Chuang waved his hand and said, "It seems that the people of the black rider are eyeing us." He said this, but he didn't care at all.

Wei Zhenye said: "This thing is bad, if it is delayed, it will not be good." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "There is a lot of time, let's be careful on the road." As he spoke, he glanced at Jin Sanfu and said, "Brother Jin, I'll force you to poison first." ”

Jin Sanfu smiled weakly: "Then there is Brother Lao Li." ”

Everyone helped Jin Sanfu back to the camp, and even a tent came out to force Han Chuang and Jin Sanfu to poison, as soon as the two entered the tent, they heard Jin Sanfu lower his voice and said: "Okay, you Han Chuang, when will you lie to me?"

Han Chuang sighed in his heart and said with a smile: "What Han Chuang, Brother Jin, you are mistaken." ”

Jin Sanfu sneered: "When I fought with that big man today, I saw your special martial spirit, and just now you showed excellent insight, in my memory, only Han Chuang can have both of these points." ”

Han Chuang smiled slightly: "Brother Jin, you are really mistaken, I am Li Dazhu, not Han Chuang; ”

Jin Sanfu stared at Han Chuang, and after a long while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Also, it doesn't matter if you are Han Chuang or Li Dazhu, I only know that you are my friend." ”

After saying that, he sat down on his own.

Han Chuang sighed in his heart, understanding that Jin Sanfu had recognized his identity, but he didn't admit it, and Jin Sanfu didn't break it, and the two maintained a weird tacit understanding.

His hand pressed against Jin Sanfu's back, and slowly injected the true qi with the devouring effect into Jin Sanfu's body, and the true qi swam in the meridians, sucking away the toxins in the meridians little by little.

Although the rouge buckle will make people lose their combat effectiveness immediately, it is not very difficult, but in a few hours, Han Chuang sucked the toxins in Jin Sanfu's body.

At this moment, a hurried voice suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Hurry up, it's the black horse sand thieves, they are here again!"