Wei XVII did not go back on his word, kept his promise and let the bones live. The lonely figure of the prayer bone disappeared on the grassland, and Wei Qiqi knew in his heart that although the high priest of the Gaoyantuo Department saved his life, he had no chance to turn over.

He pinched the rotten silver ring, looked at it one or two, and had a little secret joy in his heart, and he was thinking about going to Penglai Hall to exchange for a suitable storage bag, which was timely and saved a lot of work.

At first glance, the ring style is simple and rough, a vicissitudes of life is blowing in the face, the surface is engraved with a curved pattern, like a flower is not a flower, like a leaf is not a leaf, the loop is reciprocating, not like a simple ornament.

There was no time to figure it out for a while, Wei Qiqi injected a little vitality and took out the items stored in it, and sure enough, except for a few inconspicuous pieces of ore, there was nothing else. Qi Gu is not a monk with a wealth and heritage, otherwise, he will not be defeated lightly.

In addition to the most important rotten silver ring, Qi Gu also left a jasper belt, two jade rings, a copper ring, a stone ring, and a wooden ring.

He returned to the stump where the horse was tied, untied the reins, turned over his horse, and galloped in the direction of the town's customs.

The vast grassland is inaccessible, Wei XVII took a fork in the road, and delayed for a few more days before returning to Zhenhaiguan, he did not see the hussar general Xu Changsheng, nor did he see Deng Yuantong and the other three, and he was received by Ouyang Quan, a partial general under Xu Changsheng.

Ouyang Quan was very respectful to him, knew everything, and said everything.

It turned out that when the hussar general was chasing the Tie Erren, he was accidentally plotted by the high priest of the Turbid Department, but fortunately, Deng Yuantong and Song Yun acted in time to kill the high priest and save the hussar general. After the Tie Yiren retreated, Song Yun went to the grassland to find Wei and Yu, Deng Yuantong stayed in the town customs for a few days, and had important things to do, so he first took Xu Li and Xin Laoqi back to Xiandu, leaving a message, asking Wei Seventeen to go back as much as possible, and not to delay on the way.

Wei Qiqi thanked Ouyang Quan, asked a few words about Xu Changsheng's injury, and said goodbye, Ouyang Quan did not stay, presented dry food and water bags, plus a good horse, and personally sent Wei Qiqi out of the town customs and watched him go away.

After returning to the town customs, Ouyang Quan entered the general's mansion through the side gate and went to the back garden to meet the hussar general Xu Changsheng.

Xu Changsheng was lying on a rattan chair with his eyes closed, covered with a thick blanket, the afternoon sun shining on his face, his face was pale, and the corners of his eyes were quite wrinkled.

"What do you think of that Wei Seventeen?" Xu Changsheng didn't open his eyes, and asked weakly.

Ouyang Quan replied cautiously: "This person has a resolute face, is difficult to restrain himself, acts decisively, and has the style of a general. According to the detailed report, he and Yu Yao teamed up to attack and kill the main cavalry of the Gao Yantuo Division, thwarted the high priest praying for bones, and had magical powers. According to the humble opinion of his subordinates, for the sake of the young master, this person can only be encircled, not an enemy. ”

"It's late, he is from Xunye's side, and Li'er has taken a fancy to his junior sister, and there have been conflicts several times, and the relationship is not harmonious...... But it's not a big deal. Do you think he's a smart guy?"

"It's not obvious to be smart, at least not stupid. ”

"Is it possible for him to be used?"

Ouyang Quan hesitated for a moment and said softly: "It depends on who it is and what kind of price it can pay." In the eyes of his subordinates, he is not a person who admits death. ”

Xu Changsheng sighed and said to himself: "Capable and unrecognizable, this kind of person is the most difficult to control, I don't know when to stab you in the back." ”

Hearing this meaningful sentence, Ouyang Quan suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he even wondered if the hussar general was beating him.

"Hurry up and lay it out, there is not much time left for us, and when the Chixia Valley sword discussion begins, the layout will be finished. ”

"Yes......"

Xu Changsheng waved his hand, his snort was heavy, and he seemed to fall asleep. Ouyang Quan lowered his hands and withdrew from the back garden, feeling exhausted, a group of mortals tried to calculate the immortal master who called for wind and rain to scatter beans into soldiers, meddling in the rise and fall of the Kunlun side branch, what kind of result would this big gamble end? But for him, this big gamble is small and big, losing is just a bad life, and winning means a step to the sky.

Wei XVII, who was talked about by Xu Changsheng and Ouyang Quan, was riding a horse in the wilderness at this time, and the speed of the horses was not slower than that of the cloud car, but "Wangshan ran a dead horse", and the way back was long, so he could only walk step by step.

Wei Qiqi was not in a hurry to turn back to Xiandu, on the contrary, he was determined, he only set off on the three poles of the sun, and the sun was on the west side, and he went in to walk around the town, stayed for a few days, drank some water and wine with tender chickens and fat sheep, and lived happily.

The worldly life made him nostalgic, like a glass of long-lasting wine, he knew that this kind of mind was not suitable for cultivation, but what did it matter, there was never more than one way to become stronger.

He likes to be alone, strolling along the noisy streets, lined with shops, restaurants, green houses, casinos, inns, blacksmith shops, mules and horse shops, jewelry shops, silk shops, garment shops, dim sum shops, crude medicine shops, tea shops, woodware shops, everything is buzzing with people.

Walking on the bustling long street, he is a lonely bystander, the bustling street scene coincides with some pictures in his memory, this is the life of mortals, weddings and funerals, joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death, day after day, year after year, everyone is busy, busy living, or busy dying. If he wants, he can also choose such a life, use his vision and wisdom to live well, horseshoe, glass, gunpowder, printing, there is always one that can be successful, be a big businessman, earn money that can not be spent in a lifetime, sleep with a lot of young and beautiful women, or a copyist, poetry and music are at your fingertips, and it is not an exaggeration to move the world.

However, he chose another path, his vision and wisdom were of little use, and he had to go on trembling, walking on thin ice, taking a wrong step, and he might fall into the abyss.

The end of this road is not a tombstone, the end of this road is freedom.