Southern Xinjiang is located in Kyushu, in the south of Yizhou, is a famous land of smoke miasma, sparsely populated since ancient times, but there are some mysterious tribes living in it.

On the road leading to southern Xinjiang in Yizhou, there is an old inn, I don't know how many years it has been opened, the innkeeper is an old man who is blind in one eye, and the passing travelers call him the old one-eyed, and the old one-eyed favorite thing to do is to sit on the steps of his inn, take out his own cigarette pouch, and smoke one silently.

The white smoke reflected his old countenance, and the wrinkles on his face were even more striking, and he liked to look quietly ahead like this, watching the pedestrians come and go.

Although the southern Xinjiang is remote, it is rich in products, especially fur medicinal materials, so many merchants take risks just to obtain huge profits.

However, during this time, the old one-eyed obviously felt that the number of people going to southern Xinjiang seemed to have increased a lot, and there were more strange people, he had opened an inn for so many years, and he had seen a lot of strange things, and he knew that the more he encountered this situation, the more he had to be cautious.

On this day, a scholar in a green shirt came to the inn, walked into the inn slowly with a leisurely pace, and said hello very politely after seeing the old one-eyed.

"Housheng, are you going to southern Xinjiang?" Old One-Eye had a good impression of this very polite scholar, dusted off the soot in his pipe, squinted his good eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I'm going to write a book about tea, and I've heard that there are rare tea varieties in southern Xinjiang, and I'm going to go on a field trip. The scholar's words were very easy-going, and there was a kind of precipitation of the years, which gave the old one-eyed an illusion that what was standing in front of him was not a young man at all, but an old man who was about the same age as himself.

"That southern Xinjiang is a land of smoke miasma, fierce beasts are rampant, and there are that kind of cannibalistic tribes living in it, I think you are a weak scholar or don't go to this kind of dangerous place, listen to my advice, go back, don't die there." ”

The old one-eyed comforted the young scholar bitterly, perhaps because he was getting old, his heart became softer and softer, and he couldn't bear to let them enter such a dangerous place when he saw such a young man.

"Don't underestimate me, man, I'm very good at fighting. The young man smiled softly, and gestured his arm to show his strength, but his not strong arm did not seem to be convincing.

Seeing this situation, the old one-eyed thought that this was another stunned young man, who didn't know the height of the sky, and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to listen to the dissuasion of others.

So he suggested: "Since you insist on going, it is best to find those who often enter southern Xinjiang to accompany you, I also have some people here who often go to southern Xinjiang to ventur, and introduce them to you when the time comes, so that they can take you in, and it will be safer." ”

The scholar lowered his head and thought for a while, "Then thank you, uncle." ”

The scholar followed the old one-eyed into the inn and found that the small inn was already full of all kinds of people.

They looked at the scholar who had just entered with curious eyes, and their eyes were full of wariness.

The scholar didn't care about everyone's eyes, and sat down at an empty table with no one, and the sharp-eyed Xiao Er had already run in front of him, wiped the table diligently, and said: "Guest officer, what do you want to eat, our inn has a lot of southern Xinjiang specialties, you can try it." ”

At this moment, two more people walked in outside the door. A man and a woman, dressed in white, resembling silk rather than silk and cloth than cloth, with moire embroidered on the cuffs, and a sword embroidered on top of the moire.

When he saw the mark on the cuff, the scholar was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

When the man and woman entered the inn, they found that there was no place to sit, and looked around to find a scholar sitting in the corner.

The man walked a few steps quickly, and said to the scholar: "This brother, can we sit here." ”

"Meeting is fate, two of you. "The scholar speaks softly, and has his own bearing in his speech and demeanor.

"Under Yang Wen, this is my junior sister Mo Chou, and I haven't asked my brother Taigao for his name?" Yang Wen asked with a smile.

"Lu Yu. The scholar said softly.

"It turned out to be Brother Lu, I think Brother Lu is a scholar, I don't know why I want to go to the smoky land in southern Xinjiang?"

"I was determined to write a book about tea, and I heard that there were rare tea varieties in southern Xinjiang, and I was ready to find out. I don't know what your brothers and sisters are doing in southern Xinjiang?"

"We went to southern Xinjiang to find an elder. ”

With a "brush", a glass of wine was splashed on the face of a strong man.

I saw a girl dressed in minority clothes and said, "It's disgusting!" and her words were full of disgust.

"Where did you come from, dare to do it to the master, Lao Tzu said meat words to hinder you something. Dahan said angrily.

"I just can't see people like you, it's okay to say meaty things, don't let this girl hear it, since I heard it, I naturally want you to look good. This girl was very pungent and said to the big man unrelentingly.

The big man was visibly annoyed by the girl's attitude, and saw him waving his fists, ready to teach this woman a lesson.

However, a few people around him stopped him with lightning speed, and they saw several of them looking at the person next to the girl in horror, their faces full of fear.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a black robe with strange patterns embroidered on it, and the most memorable thing is his face, which is covered with strange patterns and looks very scary.

When Dahan noticed the middle-aged man, his face changed greatly, and the fist waving in mid-air slowly put down, and sat quietly on his table.

After a while, Xiao Er brought the food, and everyone who was already hungry began to eat, and suddenly the big man just lay on the ground and began to vomit, and black insects kept spitting out of his mouth, carrying his destroyed internal organs.

The big man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the girl's table, his eyes were full of pleading, his mouth had been occupied by the black worm, and now he couldn't even spit out a word.

However, his plea did not seem to have any effect, and the blood kept spitting out of his mouth with the worms, and in a few moments the stout man lay on the ground and was silent.

"Spell Master!" someone shouted in horror, and everyone turned their eyes to the girl and the mysterious man, after all, it was hard not to suspect that they had just clashed and died in front of everyone.

In particular, the pattern on the mysterious man's face is clearly a sign of a spell cultivator.

Spell masters are a profession unique to southern Xinjiang, they are good at cursing and raising Gu, and often kill people invisibly, and they are the most terrifying existence in southern Xinjiang.