The woman picked up the poplar hairpin and scratched her head gently, then coiled her black hair, pinned the hairpin into the hairpin, and asked the guest in her mouth: "So...... Where do you come from?"

Jiang Yuan grabbed the dark yellow long-handled wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of water from the blue-black water tank, and drank it in a big gulp, and only after drinking it did he reply:

"We come from the desert. ”

Since you have decided to spend the night in the town, it is natural to find a place to stay first.

The woman is the only innkeeper in the town of Yinma, and it is more appropriate to say that it is more of an ordinary house than an "inn".

The whole house is a large room, which is divided into three rooms by a wall.

There is a room behind the door, which doubles as a kitchen and a living room. In addition, there are two rooms, one for the woman alone, and the other with a layer of straw and no bed, which is called a "guest room." ”

Since entering the only "inn" in this town, Xun Yu Zhu Zhu and Long Zhi's faces were very reluctant, and they were obviously extremely dissatisfied with this place.

Needless to say, Long Zhi has been a princess in the palace since she was a child, and now she has become a queen again. Since childhood, he has lived an extremely luxurious life.

And although Xun Yu Zhu Zhu spent most of his time in the cave to avoid the pursuit of the Imperial Law Secret Sect, he only went out to forage for food and eat people after nightfall. But according to her, her cave was also very gorgeously decorated, especially the wide and soft bed.

This inn was originally very simple, especially when Long Zhi found lice in the straw in the guest room, which made the dissatisfaction of the two beauties almost reach its peak.

The woman was interested in Jiang Yuan:

"After the cool pass, there are only a few kinds of people who like to wander in this wind and sand the most—nomadic and plundering savages, mercenary merchants, cruel and bloodthirsty horses, ascetics who have tasted all kinds of hardships, rangers who gallop across the country, and soldiers who want to make achievements...... I don't know which one you are?"

The woman didn't wait for Jiang Yuan to answer, she had already stretched out a finger and pointed to Jiang Yuan's simple but not simple clothes and said:

"I see you...... Not like one of them. You're here...... What to do?"

Jiang Yuan smiled:

"Eldest sister, are you curious about everything?"

The woman laughed:

"We have a lot of people passing by here, but very few people staying overnight. It's not that I'm curious, it's that you're too weird. ”

Jiang Yuan shook his head helplessly and replied truthfully:

"We're here to find someone. ”

The woman began to guess again:

"There are two beauties around you, so naturally you won't come to find a woman. So, you're here for a man!"

Jiang Yuan recalled, according to what Ling Wei said, the talented mortal here seemed to be really a man, which made Jiang Yuan laugh:

"Big sister has good eyesight!"

As dusk came, the light inside the house dimmed, and the wind and sand outside the house began to grow, rustling on the closed wooden window, shaking the water in the clay jar next to the window.

At that moment, there was a commotion outside the house, but it soon calmed down again.

The wooden door with the latch was pushed open by the wind, crumbling and creaking.

Although the wind and sand continued to sound outside, the atmosphere seemed to be beginning to solidify, and two murderous intents were surging outside the house.

Jiang Yuan came to the window and opened the window, and the wind and sand outside suddenly poured in.

The woman frowned and fanned her sleeves as she came to the window and closed it again without saying a word, and then pressed the bolt against it before returning to the table.

Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded, but after all, this is someone's shop, and he is a guest who comes to stay in the hotel, so if he makes this store a piece of dust, it can't be said.

Fortunately, the windows are made of rattan weaving, and there are still many gaps that are not tight, and through these dense gaps, you can roughly see the scene outside.

Xun Yu Zhu Zhu and Long Zhi also came over and looked outside with Jiang Yuan.

Outside, in the middle of the yellow earthen houses was a street that was also covered with yellow dust, and on the street, two swordsmen were standing in front of them.

The swordsmen wore hats on their heads, and their faces were tightly wrapped in sand-proof face towels, revealing only two fierce eyes. Their knuckle-thick hands gripped the hilt of their knives, and the killing power continued to surge.

It seems to be a duel, a duel between two swordsmen.

Wind and sand whistled around them, and the sand on the ground gradually piled up, almost reaching the soles of their feet.

But the two of them remained motionless like sculptures, standing silently and depressingly in the wind and sand.

There were no more people on the surrounding streets who dared to watch, and the doors and windows of the houses were closed, and only a pair of curious eyes could be seen looking at the two people on the street through the cracks.

Jiang Yuan didn't expect to encounter a decisive battle between two martial artists here, which couldn't help but make him start to recall the years when he was in Wujian County.

It has always been said that the people of the Far West are fierce, fierce and aggressive, which can be seen from this.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger.

The two warriors were still tense, but neither of them struck first.

Xunyu Zhuzhu quickly lost interest, and the two mortal warriors fought, like two ants fighting in her eyes. Her dark eyes began to wander around, trying to find something that would interest her.

And Long Zhi secretly glanced at Jiang Yuan, and saw that Jiang Yuan was still paying attention to the duel outside, so she also began to pestle her chin like mutton fat jade, staring at the outside carefully.

"Qiang ——!"

The two swordsmen drew their swords almost simultaneously, and the sound made was like a single sound.

They let out a low roar and lunged at their opponents, slashing with their swords.

The sound of metal clashing and roaring erupted, almost drowning out the sound of wind and sand.

Jiang Yuan quickly saw that one of the swordsmen seemed to be from a military background.

The warriors who were born in the army have a characteristic, their martial arts come from the fight on the battlefield, so they are strong and powerful, open and close, and are extremely lethal. When facing the enemy, he can slash the opponent with the power of thunder.

The martial arts in the army are aimed at the environment where there are many enemies on the battlefield and the physical exertion is extremely exertional, so the moves are practical and practical, without any hint of fancy, and the moves are deadly.

Although this kind of martial art is strong, it also has a fatal weakness.

That is, such a martial art lacks variation, and it is easy to be seen through. If you can't quickly defeat the enemy, once the rear is seen through and you fall into a fight, it will be very dangerous.

The other swordsman's path is obviously a Jianghu move, which is weird and changeable, extremely vicious, and can be said to do everything.

After withstanding a storm-like onslaught, the swordsman began to move away from grappling and instead grappling, apparently grasping his opponent's weakness.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan's interest began to fade, and it was almost over.

Sure enough, after fighting for a while, the swordsman finally dragged his opponent to reveal his flaws.

He hurriedly seized the opportunity and slashed the slash through the throat of the swordsman.

Blood spurted happily from the throat of the warrior swordsman, and his body slammed heavily into the yellow sand.

The victorious swordsman was silent, he wiped the blood from the swords on the corpses of his enemies, then led the horse and turned over to the horse, lowered the hat on his head, and rode away, soon disappearing into the dust.

As the duel ended, the peeping people who hid behind the doors and windows gradually poured out of the streets.

They raced close to the knifeman who had been killed at the scene, stripping his body, of his clothes, shoes, bags, and weapons.

As the people dispersed, the swordsman was already lying naked in the yellow sand, only the blood on his neck was still spreading in the sand, and he died without any dignity.

At this time, a figure that had been hiding in the corner finally ran out of the darkness and came to the side of the corpse of the knifeman.

And this person is a deformity.

He was hunched by nature, and his deformed vertebrae prevented him from straightening his body. In addition to the spine, even the cervical vertebrae were strangely curved, making it difficult for him to look down with his head held high all the time.

And he had a strange ugly face, a crooked mouth, large nostrils, teeth exposed beyond his lips, and a wobbling sarcoma on the eyelid of one eye.

His left arm was surprisingly thick and intertwined, while his right arm was thin and short, and could only be curled up under his abdomen without being straight.

It was such an ugly-looking man who carried the corpse of the knife man with his stout left arm and walked towards the outside of the town, and when he came to the outside of the town, he began to dig a pit and bury the body.

However, this deformed and ugly person made Jiang Yuan's expression move slightly.

He understood what Lingwei said, "A mortal with talent is a strange and ugly man, you can know it at a glance." The meaning of this sentence.

But at this time, Jiang Yuan was more concerned about the kind of person he had heard the witch and clown talk about—the witch.

In ancient times, the gods created man according to their own appearance.

Therefore, the aesthetics of the faces of the Protoss are the same as those of the Terrans, and they all like beauty and hate ugliness.

In that distant era of mixed humans and gods, people sacrificed to the gods, often the most beautiful or the ugliest as sacrifices.

Offering beauties can make the gods happy. And killing ugly people can also make the gods happy.

The so-called witch is used for a kind of sacrifice called "pheasant sacrifice".

In ancient times, the gods walked on the earth, and their power was great, but their energy was small. The slightest dissatisfaction will bring disaster to the world, and only after the beings in the world have sacrificed their best efforts can the wrath of the gods be appeased.

The Pheasant Sacrifice is a special sacrifice held to appease the drought sent down by the gods.

At the time of the festival, an altar was set up in the south, and there were 64 dancing boys in eight rows, and the shrine maidens danced on the altar and sang a blessing in their mouths:

"Zhuo Biyun Han, Zhao returns to the sky. Wu said: "Why don't you live up to the people of today?" Heaven descends to mourn, and hunger is recommended. If you don't lift your spirits, you love your animals. Guibi is a pawn, would you rather me listen?

The drought is very great, and there are insects and insects. Do not lose the rituals, from the suburbs of the palace. Lay up and down, and the gods are not sectarian. After Ji does not relent, too one does not come. Drain the soil, Ning Ding I stalk.

If the drought is too great, it cannot be pushed. Conscientious, like thunder. Zhou Yu Limin, there are relics. If there is one God, I will not leave it behind. The ancestors were devastated.

If the drought is great, it should not be discouraged. The heat is scorching, and I have nothing to do. The fate is near, and the eyes are on the lookout. If the group is upright, I will not help. Parents and ancestors, Junin forbearance?

The drought is very great, and the mountains and rivers are cleansed. The drought is cruel, such as burning. My heart is scared of the heat, and my heart is like smoke. If the group is upright, I don't hear it. One God, would you rather let me escape?

The drought was so great that he was afraid to go away. Hu Ning, I don't know why. Pray for the New Year, Fang She is not indispensable. If there is one God, I will not be at risk. Respect the gods, and have no regrets.

The drought is very great, and there is no friendship. The skull, the guilty mound is slaughtered. Fun Horse Master, about the chef. Ill-conceived. Nothing can be stopped, Zhan Wei Taiyi, how to be in the clouds!

Zhan Hao Tian, there are stars. Doctor and gentleman, there is no win. The great life is near, and there is no abandonment. What to ask for me. It is upright. Zhan Taiyi, Hui Qining?"