Under the sunset, the desert is full of wind and sand, and the sand that looks fine will bring a sting pain like a knife when it hits any exposed part of the body.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the camels spewed white gas from their mouths and noses, but they still walked tirelessly forward.

Such a caravan is so lonely and desolate in the dark and boundless desert.

Overhead is a brilliant starry sky, like an upside-down bell, shrouding the earth, far away, the starry sky and the desert converge, there should be the end of the desert.

At the coldest, the caravan stopped, and when it was most tired, it finally stopped.

This is a tall sand mountain, I am afraid that it is dozens of zhang high, black and black, like a majestic general, standing under the night sky.

Again, it's a good shelter from the wind.

The merchants shouted at each other for a while, jumped off the camel, and without knowing what method they used, they easily untied the camel and formed a circle. In the circle, a bonfire was lit, and a large iron pot was hung from it, and mutton, pepper, chili, and salt were put into it one by one, and the red flame licked/licked/slammed the bottom of the pot.

After a while, a mutton aroma mixed with the aroma of various spices emanated. For someone who has been on a hunchback for a day, the temptation is irresistible.

Yi Dingjia took off the bowl and chopsticks from the hunchback, sat with Feng Shuzhu and those Hu merchants, without any politeness, just one chopsticks for you, one chopsticks for me, and kept scooping up the mutton from the pot and eating. There was almost no communication between everyone, and they were all staring at the mutton in the pot, as if they were afraid that they would eat less as soon as they spoke. In the middle of the night in such a cold desert, drinking two sips of burning knife spirits is really more comfortable than being a fairy.

The camels finally lay down and knelt quietly on the sand, which was a real rest.

When they had eaten and drunk, the Hu people left in twos and threes, walked to the camels, leaned up, wrapped their clothes tightly, and fell asleep with their eyes closed.

Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia stayed by the fire for a while, watched the flames gradually extinguish, looked around, and found no firewood to add, so they returned to the camel, leaned on the camel like the Hu people, and sat down on the sand.

Looking up at the starry sky, the silence was surprisingly quiet, this situation and this scene will definitely make people recall the past, or imagine the future, but Yi Dingjia snored as soon as he sat down.

Feng Shuzhu turned his head to look at him, smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and looked at the deep starry sky again. After the camel team walked all day, although he had never disliked the flying of the sword, he was a little worried about finding Tan Wen's hiding place in such a vast desert. And where is the rumored Heavenly Hell? Shui Lingyue and Granny Duan will also come to this desert, where are they at this moment? As for Qing'er, she shouldn't have come to the desert, and I don't know if Xiao Jiu hasn't found her...... , all kinds of thoughts flashed one by one, like those constantly twinkling stars in the night sky, which made people a little obsessive and difficult to fathom.

The bonfire had long since been extinguished, but the air was still filled with the aroma of green onion and ginger mixture, without a trace of wind, and on such a night, everything on the desert seemed to pass out.

This night, Yi Dingjia not far away beside him snored like thunder, and slept very sweetly, and Feng Shuzhu did not sleep, he paid attention to it all night, but there was nothing abnormal about those Hu people, all their minds were resting, and he even suspected that he was too suspicious.

In the days that followed, the caravan continued day by day.

Feng Shuzhu seems to be accustomed to seeing the sunrise and sunset in the desert, wind and sand, scorching sun, and cold, and it is also relevant to everything around him, but his mind is still clear, and he has entered the desert for more than thousands of miles. He is a cultivator, he has the Tao in his body, and he can still persevere, but every time he rests at night, he can see that Yi Dingjia seems to be a little weak in physical strength due to his age, and he collapses aside to rest as soon as he stops, and when he sets off again, he is often the last to get up, and his face is especially tired.

Feng Shuzhu quietly asked several times, but Yi Dingjia said that he could hold on. Such a great opportunity to make a fortune, he will definitely not give up easily.

On this day, while the caravan was moving, an eagle flew from afar, hovered in the sky, and followed the caravan for a long time. Feng Shuzhu saw that the Hu people looked up from time to time, staring at the eagle, and sometimes shouted, as if to drive it away, how did the eagle not pay attention, hovering in front of the camel team for a while, and following behind the camel team for a while, as if something attracted it, those Hu people were unusual, and began to talk in a muttering voice.

Feng Shuzhu didn't understand what they were talking about, and Yi Dingjia suddenly spoke up behind him, "They are discussing how to deal with this eagle. ”

Feng Shuzhu raised his eyes and looked at the eagle, which seemed to be only a little bigger than the eagle in the Central Plains in terms of size, and there was nothing special about it, so he said lightly: "An eagle, what's all the fuss." ”

Yi Dingjia lowered his voice and said: "Feng Shaoxia doesn't know, eagles eat dead things, and eagles represent death in the desert. ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he raised his eyes to look at the eagle again, only to see that it was still hovering tightly over the camel caravan, and from time to time let out a loud chirp, which shocked the sky and shocked people's hearts.

At this time, I saw a man riding on a camel, taking out a bow and arrow, and shooting three arrows in a row. The three sharp arrows flashed silver, and arrived almost at the same time, and the eagle had a bunch of wings, trying to avoid the sharp arrows, but its intelligence was not as good as that of humans after all, and only the first one was dodged, but the last two arrows pierced its neck and body at the same time.

Feng Shuzhu couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration: "Good archery!"

When the man saw that he had been shot, he jumped off his camel with great skill, ran up quickly, picked up the eagle that had been shot down, looked at it twice, pulled out the arrow, and made a hole in the sand with his hand, and buried the eagle.

When the other Hu people saw this, the worries on their faces were swept away, and they all smiled, as if they had just won a battle.

As they went deeper into the desert, the actions of those Hu people also increased significantly, and they were no longer silent, but from time to time they would pay attention to the two of them, Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia, and then whisper a few words to each other.

Night is coming again.

The deeper the night, the heavier the cold, and even worse in the depths of the desert.

The Hu men gathered the camels in a circle again, lit a bonfire, and seemed to hang the iron pot and boil the mutton as usual, but the meticulous Feng Shuzhu found that no matter what they did, they actually held the handle of the scimitar in one hand, like a marching soldier waiting for him.

Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia exchanged glances, Yi Dingjia nodded, so he said, "It's convenient for the old man to go over there." He gestured behind the dunes.

Feng Shuzhu took a look at it, and naturally saw that it was an excellent hiding place. Yi Dingjia was here, in case something happened, he was afraid that he would have to take care of him, and he would inevitably be distracted, so he nodded quietly.

Sure enough, after Yi Dingjia disappeared into the sand dunes, the Hu people glanced at each other, and then they all gathered together with their scimitars, uncovering their masks as they went, revealing a sinister and vicious smile.

Feng Shuzhu was still dressed in a beard, sitting by the fire, as if he was not aware of the danger, and was still staring at the mutton tumbling in the pot.

Those Hu people were less than five feet away from Feng Shuzhu, and stopped at the same time, only to see one of the Hu people, arrow step forward, instantly pulled out the scimitar, a white light flashed, straight to the unsuspecting Feng Shuzhu, originally thought that a blow was successful, but when he looked closely, he actually slashed into the air.

Feng Shuzhu was still sitting not far from the scimitar, eating mutton.

The Hu man was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the other people, and those people didn't seem to understand why this was the case, so another Hu man pulled out his scimitar like lightning and slashed at the wind and bamboo, how did he know that it was also a knife to cut the air. Even so, several Hu people did not react that they had met a master, but became angry, and at the same time pulled out their scimitars, only to see a cold light, and slashed towards the wind.

I thought that this time I would chop Feng Shuzhu into meat puree, but I didn't expect Feng Shuzhu to sit and didn't move, and his body floated away a zhang. A few Hu people saw it clearly this time, but they still didn't stop it, but shouted, raised a scimitar, and chased and slashed over, and the originally silent desert was full of killing sounds. How do you know that the seven cold scimitars are actually helpless against a weak scholar, not to mention hurting people, and they can't even touch the placket.

The Hu people had no choice but to stop, looked at each other, and muttered a few more words.

Feng Shuzhu stood quietly aside, thinking that these Hu people would retreat in the face of difficulties, but how did they expect that as soon as those people finished communicating, they held up their scimitars again and pounced viciously.

Feng Shuzhu frowned and shook his head, thinking that since you are so uninteresting, I am afraid that you will have to suffer some hardships. Then the figure moved, deceived himself to the side of the Hu man, stretched out two fingers, and lightly pointed at his wrist, the man only felt a numbness in his wrist, and the scimitar in his hand was taken off in response, brushed the ground, and inserted it into the sand. The rest of the Hu people were stunned for a moment, only to hear a few soft sounds of "whoosh", only to feel a flower in front of them, a numb wrist, and the scimitar was all taken off.

When I looked up again, Feng Shuzhu was still standing in place, as if he had never moved, and the Hu people were holding their numb wrists, looking at each other.

Feng Shuzhu thought that this was the end, how could he have thought that those few Hu people muttered for a long time, and picked up the scimitar on the sand again, seven people lined up, one of them was facing him, and the scimitar in his hand was sacrificed to the air at the same time, and the seven scimitars actually staggered to form a knife array, flying above Hu Ren's head, emitting bursts of cold light.

Feng Shuzhu glanced upwards and said lightly: "It turns out that there is a small technique for cultivation, if this is encountered by ordinary mortals, I am afraid that it will definitely die." If I don't get rid of you today, I'm afraid it will be a disaster for the desert!" After speaking, his body grew and flew into the air, his cuffs were fluorescent, and the fairy sword was already in his hand.

Those Hu people were obviously desperate, each showing vicious eyes, from back to front, each holding the shoulders of the predecessors, secretly carrying the gong, and the person in front pulled up the knife array.

Feng Shuzhu naturally understood that these Hu people were gathering the strength of seven people in one place and launched a fatal blow to themselves.

I saw that the knife array, under the urging of the Dao force, changed into the size of an acre, lying across the desert, rolling forward, the huge force rolled up the yellow sand to the sky, and encountered some small sand dunes protruding from the ground, and it actually rolled into the ground in the blink of an eye! Its power was really terrifying.

Yi Dingjia, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this situation, and was so frightened that he shivered, and his teeth "gurgled", he really didn't expect that these Hu people, who looked like businessmen on the outside, actually practiced this strange technique.

Looking at Feng Shuzhu again, he was just holding the fairy sword, constantly flying backwards, and seemed to be very afraid of the power of the sword array.

Crescent moon, starry sky, desert, knife array, yellow sand in the sky.

The intention of killing is overwhelming.

Just when those Hu people were proud, they suddenly saw the wind and bamboo turn into a fluorescent, and a meteor flew down like a moon. Jian Hua nodded, passed through the knife array, and swooped straight over.

The leader of the Hu people was startled, his eyes widened, and he was busy directing the retreat of the sword array, but where was the hurry?

I saw a flash of fluorescence, brushing the shoulders of the seven bearded people, and the seven people let out a miserable cry at the same time, and blood flowed out of their shoulders and stained their clothes red.