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Everywhere you look, there is a hazy place, and the wind wrapped in sand and gravel passes by, making a sound on the face, and even opening your eyes is a luxury in this kind of weather.

Yesterday's good weather seemed to be the occasional mercy of this desert, and today is its moody nature.

A group of men and horses galloped through the yellow sand, numbering about thirty or so, and all of them were covered with black veils. In the windy and sandy weather, where it is already difficult to distinguish the direction, the vision becomes even hazy.

The capital of their lives is experience, and the experience of stepping on every inch of this desert.

They were the only bandits in the desert, at least for now.

It wasn't an important trade route, so it wasn't very lucrative, and the harsh environment meant that the desert was only enough to feed a group of people.

They eliminated all their opponents and earned a respite.

This group of thirty horsemen is their elite, or these thirty horsemen constitute this group of horse bandits, as long as they have their minions in the "home", even if all the capital is lost, they are still them.

But perhaps it was a little stability in the past few years that made them forget the days when they used to lick blood, and the connivance of the big forces in this land made them lose the ruthlessness that they used to fight for.

The government needs their threats to show the people the existence of the government, merchants sometimes use their names to attack their competitors, the underworld needs such a group of people who are outside all the forces to be chauffeurs who connect the black market transactions on both sides of the desert, and even some famous and decent families need the dozen or so "horse bandit" heads they send every year.

They became very tricky in the minds of the crowd, so tricky that they found themselves ridiculous.

With the acquiescence of many parties, these gang of horse bandits gradually lived a life of "retirement".

Today, they didn't pay the slightest attention to the young man who had been hanging behind them all the time.

The wind picked up yesterday night.

With the sound of whistling by, Xiao Wu stood in the courtyard and enjoyed it quietly.

He wasn't enjoying the wind, nor was it a night view that wasn't good. He's enjoying the changes in his body and mind, and it's wonderful.

The thirteen days and nights in the desert brought him not only the tempering of his will, but also the constant tempering of his sudden true qi. The true qi that may have come from the nectar of a hundred flowers had made him swell, as if he could break through the barrier at any moment.

In the realm of entering the Dao, those who are born with a sense of qi are entering the Dao, and those who are full of qi are also entering the Dao. The concepts of the two are very different, especially when the qi is full, if he can transport the true qi running in the meridians to the bones, flesh, and skin, so as to achieve the effect of washing the muscles and marrow, then he can break through to the realm of metamorphosis.

The so-called metamorphosis refers to the retreat of the mortal womb and rebirth. Metamorphosis is actually more like a process of transformation, a journey of returning to the innate from the inside out, from the time of entering the Tao when the qi is full, to the true return to the innate realm of the original fetal breath.

All martial artists who can generate a sense of qi are not mediocre people, and then the difference in talent and the different exercises they practice are different, and the time that passes to fill the true qi in the meridians is naturally different. There have been peerless talents who have perfected their qi in one day, and there are also resolute people who have sharpened their swords for ten years.

Xiao Wu hadn't fully reached the full level of qi in the past two years, which once made him can't help but complain that his master gave him this kind of big road goods, until he drank the bottle of potpourri nectar.

Because the master is an alcoholic, Xiao Wu has been around him since he was a child, but this makes him have an inexplicable sense of rejection for wine, and Xiao Wu does not like to drink.

It's just that this experience of Baihua Nectar and the subsequent attempts made Xiao Wu have to think carefully, his future is really going to become a lazy and stupid drunkard like his master.

With the sound of the wind whistling, Xiao Wu trembled, the bones of his whole body crackled, and Xiao Wu, who was inexplicably comfortable for a moment, exhaled lightly. With the exhalation of this turbid breath, Xiao Wu only felt relaxed, as if he had infinite vitality, and at the same time had an indescribable sense of familiarity and naturalness for his every move.

Although it was only a true qi shock after the qi machine was filled, it corrected some deviations in the bones in various positions caused by various reasons, but the benefits of it benefited Xiao Wu a lot.

Stretching out his two arms diagonally downward, Xiao Wu looked down and said softly.

"It's been two years to break through, isn't this different from what I expected, I thought I was the kind of peerless genius that was unique in ten thousand. ”

"Huh······"

As he spoke, he couldn't erase the joy of the breakthrough, and he still laughed in a low voice.

"Congratulations. ”

The voice of the shopkeeper came from behind Xiao Wu, and when he looked back, a small black shadow was thrown over, and Xiao Wu caught it casually.

"The shopkeeper asked me to give you this bottle of wine, and I should congratulate you. At the end, he added another sentence before leaving. "Nothing. ”

Looking at the dark wine jar in his hand, Xiao Wugang's smile that was scared back by the shopkeeper resurfaced again. In a voice that only he could hear, he whispered.

"It's really full of human touch..."

Pulling out the wine stopper, Xiao Wu looked at the clear wine with soft eyes, and then took a big sip.

"Ahem... Ahem... Phew, Phew, Phew!"

This sour and astringent unknown liquid could be wine, which is sure not to tease me!

Hearing Xiao Wu's big reaction, the old shopkeeper in the room not far away said silently in his heart. "It looks like this bottle is dead again. "That's the feeling of someone who doesn't care about drinking!

It is said that the old shopkeeper of this bottle of wine calls him Mixed Fruit Brewing, as the name suggests, even he himself does not know which fruits this bottle of wine is made of, and what kind of wine can be made is really fate.

This tea house not only collects gold and silver goods, but there is nothing more valuable in the desert than survival resources. Therefore, from a long time ago, merchants would exchange some supplies for drinking water, including all kinds of fruits that some merchants carried.

How could there be these rotten and bad fruits in the desert, and the shopkeeper and the little two couldn't eat them all.

Until one time, I heard a passerby talk about the Jiuquan where he had seen monkey wine, and the mountain monkeys threw all the fruits they couldn't eat into the spring to make monkey wine, which tasted excellent.

And then there was this mixed fruit brew. And it is more than ten years of brewing, and what is even more rare is that the wine of the old shopkeeper is still so casual for more than ten years.

Early the next morning, Xiao Wu began to prepare for today. For the horse bandits who burned, killed and looted, Xiao Wu had no good impression of them. Xiao Wu has always regarded himself as the kind of ranger who fights violence and peace, and in the spirit of doing one line and loving one line, Xiao Wu has set his sights on this gang of horse bandits.

A linen hooded cloak can not only block the wind and sand, but also make a good protective color in this desert. An iron sword that had accompanied Xiao Wu for most of the Tang Dynasty was tightly tied to his back. The dry food in his arms and the large water bladder hanging from his waist spent all of Xiao Wu's savings.

"Scrooge, iron rooster, I wish you a good fortune as soon as possible!"

While cursing the old shopkeeper who refused to support him to do the way for the sky, he followed closely behind the thirty galloping horses. At this time, Xiao Wu tried his best to force himself to keep up with the galloping horse bandits.

At this moment, this group of horse bandits is not only Xiao Wu's target, but also Xiao Wu's guide. In any case, Xiao Wu didn't want to go on another 10-day trip to the desert.

Running wild from morning to evening, the group of horse bandits gave Xiao Wu a chance to catch his breath.

Lining the wind and sand, this is one of the few places in this desert where dead trees, dry grass, and thorns grow, and the horse bandits are ready to rest here.

The tall figure at the head stopped, and then lifted the mask to reveal a pair of falcon-like eyes, sweeping sharply around. Xiao Wu, who was short of wit, had long been lurking behind a sand dune not far away, so he was not discovered.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual around, the man waved his hand to signal everyone to dismount, and said to a few people around him in a gloomy and harsh voice.

"Fourth, you take a few brothers to feed the horses, and the seventh and ninth brothers lead the other brothers to cut some dead wood. Saying this, he looked at a figure a little farther away from him, "Flying Eagle, you look around." ”

The man didn't answer, just nodded to indicate that he understood, and walked away quickly. Looking at his departing back, a voice sounded, it was the ninth master who had been to the tea house that day.

"Damn~, the bastard is dumb······"

Before the words fell, I heard a slightly thick voice on the side.

"Okay, Lao Jiu, go to work. ”

"Seventh brother, how can you protect that little king and eight lambs, that kid's eyes have grown to the sky······"

Not to mention how Lao Jiu complained here, Xiao Wu behind the sand dunes looked at the flying eagle that was getting closer and closer, and his brows gradually gathered into a ball.

(To be continued)