Grope for each of these eight shells.

Take a closer look around.

After confirming that there are no anomalies.

Qing Han summoned the horse and continued to move forward.

The mana that had been temporarily lifted quickly faded, and a sense of weakness continued to rise.

There is no safe place to hide.

Lying on the back of the wide horse, Qing Han stroked the horse's purple horns, and said with a wry smile:

"Be smart, walk slowly when there is no danger, hide when something is wrong, and run if it doesn't work. ”

With that, he closed his eyes.

"I can't imagine that with my ability, I will be forced to ...... to this extent"

plunged into deep darkness.

After Qinghan fell into a coma, the horse walked slowly according to his instructions.

It's just that I look back from time to time, and my eyes flicker alternately with dazedness and agility.

Be careful.

When the wind blows, it hides.

Be cautious.

If you can't avoid it, you can run with all your might.

Walk through the ten-mile maple forest.

Drink the cold mountain streams.

Long tongue curls leaves to fill the belly.

Avoid the thieves who patrol the mountains.

Through the 100-mile narrow road.

Stopped a hundred feet away from a city pass.

The black hair absorbs enough light and heat to keep warm, and the body is warm.

The face is wet and greasy to the touch, and it is a little itchy.

The distant sound of swords colliding was intermittent.

The shouting and scolding are incessant, and it is filthy and chaotic.

Qing Han frowned slightly, and knocked off the horse's tongue attached to his face.

Wipe off the saliva and rub it on the belly of the velvet horse.

Lifting a glimmer of eyesight, the golden light was dazzling, and he was in a trance for a while.

"Hmmm......"

Raise your hand between your eyebrows and slowly prop up your body.

Slightly split between the fingers, a small golden city tower.

The guards under the city, dressed as bandits, are not soldiers or thieves.

A big man in front of the city, with a scruffy beard and ragged clothes.

They confronted each other, sometimes fighting each other.

Dahan is always knocked down by a blow.

The saber in his hand is mutilated, and he always holds it tightly.

scolded the mother in her mouth, never repeated, nor broken.

Qing Han's scattered gaze was condensed on the broken sword.

He took out the salvae, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed it all.

The weakened body is somewhat replenished.

The crotch of the horse did not speak to himself, and walked in with broken steps.

The four guards knocked down the big man again and gathered around him to punch and kick him.

He already had a blue nose and swollen face, holding the sword in his arms, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he kept moaning and snorting.

The guard's insults rang out:

"Don't have money and want to go to town?"

"Interrupt your grandson's hands and feet, see if this soft egg dares to come!"

"Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he can't enter this Shaking Light City without money!"

One reached out and snatched the broken sword from the big man's arms.

He took it in his hand and looked at it a few times, played with it again, and laughed and mocked:

"A tattered sword, the scabbard was lost halfway, you are still a baby!"

Dahan's eyes immediately turned red and he struggled to get up.

Each of them stepped on his limbs, his body could not move, and he roared and cursed wildly:

"Hold the groove Grandma Leni Dexiao!"

The guard with the broken sword had a sharp look in his eyes and glanced at the other guards.

They sneered and folded the big man's hands together.

Then he raised the broken sword with both hands and thrust it in, nailing the big man's hands together.

Ignoring the big man's terrible screams, he held the hilt of the sword and turned it a little bit.

Grasp the loose hair and lift it up firmly.

Staring at his red eyes, he said word by word:

"Keep scolding, why don't you scold?"

The big man spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle and sneered loudly:

"you!"

The man wiped the spit from his face and glanced at it gloomily.

"Damn drunkard!"

Then he pulled out the saber at his waist and slashed at the palm of the big man.

The big man didn't show fear, just laughed at himself and closed his eyes.

Bite!

The falling blade made a crisp vibrate, and a strong force suddenly came.

The butcher knife in his hand fell off the ground, and his wrist was numb and trembling.

The big man frowned, and suddenly opened his eyes.

I wanted to look back, but my hands were bound by the broken sword.

This sudden interception of the knife saved people, so that the other three guards did not react for a while.

The guard grasped his trembling wrist, stared at the man not far away, and roared angrily:

"Where did the wild Taoist priest come from! dare to come and take care of Lao Tzu's execution!"

The three of them reacted immediately, and each pulled out the knife at his waist.

The horses were broken and trampled non-stop, and Qinghan threw a kid.

When he got closer, he jumped off his horse, threw out a money bag, and said with a smile:

"A few good brothers, don't you just want to pay for the pass, why bother with knives and guns. ”

The guard took the money bag, looked at it slightly, and the killing spirit disappeared.

He made a gesture to the other three, and each of them understood, put away the cold knife in his hand, and let go of the city gate.

"The kid is clever enough, in this Shaking Light City, as long as you have money, you can do anything!"

He looked at the big man lying on the ground in disgust, cleared his throat vigorously, and spat at him fiercely.

"But bring this kind of waste stuff, no matter how rich you are, you won't be able to spend it!"

Qing Han was noncommittal, and led the horse to step forward slowly.

After a careful glance at Dahan, he was constantly panting because of the severe pain, and a bad smell of wine came to his face.

Qing Han pulled out the broken sword that had nailed his hands, and bent down slightly to place it horizontally in front of him.

"Since it's so important, it's time to hold it safe. ”

The big man reluctantly raised his head and stretched out his hand to take the broken sword back.

Qing Han led the horse, no longer looked at the big man, and slowly entered the city pass.

The big man looked at the back in a daze, and there was a strange trance in front of him, the strange and the familiar constantly overlapped, and then separated.

He didn't know where to get a trace of strength, his face turned from pale to ruddy, and he shouted excitedly at Qinghan, and the blood scum mixed with wet and dry in his mouth splattered out:

"Who are you?!"

Qing Han paused suddenly, still didn't look back, and didn't respond, as if he suddenly understood something.

After a slight pause, he shifted his steps.

The big man behind him still shouted continuously, and his voice became more and more ethereal and ethereal.

This city is strange, bandits are soldiers, thieves are pawns, there is no chaos in the city, and the people and bandits coexist.

Qinghan has come all the way, and because of this horse, it has attracted a lot of curious eyes.

In addition, he sometimes talks to himself, like a dream, which is even more attention-grabbing.

"Born in the world, we should live with hope......"

"If you don't have a wish, you can't live......"

Walking into a wine shop, you will see a wooden niche, in which the image of a god, between the square inches of incense and candles mist.

Qing Han's eyes flickered, he closed his eyes slightly, and said slowly:

"No matter what kind of wish it is. ”

A young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, with an embarrassed look on his face at this time, said in a non-nutshell:

"What the guest officer just said, the little one didn't hear clearly......"

Qing Han sat down in silence and untied the green gourd on his waist.

looked at this timid young man, showed a smile, and said kindly:

"Fill this gourd with another pot of good wine. ”

Turning to look out of the wine shop, he said gently:

"Take it to the stables and have some yellow coke. ”

The young man was strange and curious, it was normal for this person to carry a black sword and lead a strange horse.

His gaze was very strange, and as for what was strange, he couldn't say for a while.

But he didn't dare to slack off at all, and prepared as instructed.