Night, sleepless, the wind and sand go, the stars are hanging.

The silver light fell on the Casa Desert, which should have been lonely but was dyed with blood and rain on this night.

In the depths of the desert, on the hills not far from Loulan Town, two lights and shadows constantly bombarded and collided, and the wind and sand on the hills were flying.

It is worth mentioning that one side of the light group is like the sun, and the other side of the light group is like the night, the two collide, the peach blossoms are fluttering, and the black gas sinks.

The white-clothed scribe lupine scarf, wearing a white coat appeared one after another in the continuous confrontation, and it faintly looked like a thin black air flow was coming out, which showed that he was also tossed a lot when breaking the illusion illusion, but his complexion was always as bright as a peach blossom, and his face was full of red light.

Standing on the other side, the shadow of the Heavenly Killer of the Shadowless Building floated in the void, and unconsciously, the illusory magic arranged had been blasted by the Heavenly Master's Taoyuan, and the black qi on his body was floating around, and the aura seemed quite disordered, and even the original black shadow became illusory, looking very embarrassed.

"Boom!"

The old heavenly master feather fan waved, a clear spring mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, above the clear spring, a peach blossom stream echoed with the clear spring, elegant and beautiful, like a fairyland on earth, if not in the battle, it will make people have an illusion, that is, it is not stained with dust, and the fairy will come again.

The shadows also moved, one by one the shadows from the illusory figure of the illusion, scrambling to collide with the clear stream of the peach source, constantly restraining its attack on the body, one by one the shadows were scattered by the clear stream of the peach source, and then formed a little black shadow, a closer look can be seen, the black dots are converging towards the deity, constantly replenishing the power consumed.

The peach blossoms are fluttering, and the black air is turning.

In the process of colliding, it became more and more intense, the so-called injury to the enemy is one thousand and eight hundred, although the old heavenly master always has the upper hand, but his own strength is not as fast as the shadow, one eliminates the other, and the two want to quickly solve each other's dreams.

On the second floor of Loulan Town.

Uncle Gu's eyes flashed with silver, the jade stick was closed, there was a faint dragon roaring, the jade white waves flowed, Uncle Gu held his right hand, and slashed at the missing arm again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound exploded, and the jade stick did not split the black qi under the missing arm as expected, and lasted for a while, the jade stick flew out upside down, and the luster dimmed a lot, Uncle Gu reached out to catch the jade stick, and his body took half a step back before he could stabilize his footing.

In the attack and defense again and again, Uncle Gu suddenly discovered that the missing arm was not only the core of his entire strength, but also the root of the lack of illusionary arts.

In this way, if you want to defeat the missing, you must crack the missing arm.

Every time Uncle Gu attacked, it was like pouring clear water into the abyss, there was no return, and he devoured all his strength, and with a simple attack, it was obviously impossible to defeat Que.

"No, you are also a human, even if you are missing an arm, you are still a human, you ...... You can't hide from it!"

Sonic power!!

Uncle Gu's voice came out, and the surrounding space was like a stone thrown in a calm pool, and the ripples spread out, rippling in circles.

The black shadow also lost his mind for a short time when he heard the sound wave gong, and even his body became trembling a little, and the black shadow flickered, as if it was fragile glass.

The illusion technique was also greatly disturbed by the sound wave power, and with the spread of the sound wave power, the bright moon in the east began to have traces of shattering, and after a while, the bright moon that was originally pouring moonlight turned into a whirlpool of black gas, which was very terrifying.

"Click, sonic power!" Lack made a piercing sound, looking at Uncle Gu's pair of pupils shrunk, the missing arm actually grew in vain, at this time, the lack is no different from ordinary people, but the appearance is a little ugly.

Uncle Gu looked at the lack of changes at the moment, but there was not the slightest joy in his heart, but there was a chill behind his body, which made Uncle Gu's heart chill and his hair tremble.

"This ...... It's ......!!!"

The road ahead is long, the mighty and sorrowful, the whip to the north, Yun Lan took the divine horse prepared by Li Jun in advance, waved the horse whip, and walked along the line non-stop.

Passing through the Kasa Desert, the sky is not yet bright, the rooster does not crow, Yun Lan dismounts, walks into a small village, the road is full of bluestone steps, the clothes are simple, although it is the northern Xinjiang, but there is the poetry of the southern country.

Before dawn, the rooster did not crow, an old farmer walked on the bluestone road with firewood, humming the farmhouse music in his mouth, quite leisurely, as if he had already gone deep into the bone marrow in the morning to collect firewood, it was commonplace, like a very smoked cigarette in the market, deeply liked this feeling, addicted.

"Uncle, uncle!"

Yun Lan shouted, led the horse, and stepped forward.

The old farmer seemed to hear someone shouting, turned around, saw the person in front of him clearly, his face was a little unnatural, but he still put down the firewood, sat on it, took out the cigarette roll from his arms, wrapped it in flowing water, lit it with a match, the old farmer closed his eyes, took a sharp breath, and a puff of green smoke slowly rose.

"Whew!"

Exhaled with a mouthful of turbidity, the old farmer said lightly: "Say, how many stones of rice do you want this time?"

Yun Lan was stunned for a moment, stopped his steps, and also pulled the horse, now it is clear that the old farmer sees himself as a tax collector, otherwise he would not have such an expression.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

In the past few years, natural disasters and man-made disasters, it is no different from the people who suffer, not to mention that the old emperor is seriously ill, ignores the government and politics, and hands over all the power of the court to the two princes, so that the court dances with power, gangs and factions, bends the law for personal gain, and taxes on the rivers and lakes are frequent, squeezing the people to expand the strength of the two princes.

The exploitation is too high, the people can't afford the high taxes, and the uprisings are continuous, but although there are many uprisings, the good and the bad are uneven, and they can't be combined into a powerful force, so they can't compete with the two princes, and the uprisings in various places have been brutally suppressed one after another, and the blood is incomparable, and the people are even more complaining.

"Uncle, I think you misunderstood, I'm just a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, passing by here, Shang Jue has an empty stomach, and wants to ask the old man for a glass of water to drink!" Yun Lan scratched her head and smiled at the old farmer.

The old farmer didn't reply, and there was always green smoke rising on his pipe, which made Yunlan very embarrassed, but he felt too hungry and had to wait for the pain.

After a long time, when the cigarette on the pipe in the old farmer's mouth was exhausted, the old farmer raised his head and said, "The old woman at home is afraid of people, I'm afraid, I can't do what you want." ”

Yun Lan let out a long breath of turbidity, hugged his fist at the old farmer, and bowed down and said, "Thank you, uncle, for bothering me!"

After speaking, Yun Lan wanted to straddle the horse, but at this time, Lao Lang's faint voice came out: "Wait a minute." ”