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The huge sun shone on a desert that was uninhabited, and there was nothing but yellow sand in the sky.

It's almost a no-go zone for life.

In the distance in the sand dunes, a tired figure climbed up, trembling and dragging its body forward. The heat tumbled, shaking the surrounding scene, making the pedestrians suddenly inserted into the frame appear more harmonious.

The chapped and white lips and the wind-soaked face all made Xiao Wu embarrassed at this moment.

In fact, Xiao Wu's current situation is quite good, and anyone who loses his way in this desert without the slightest preparation will not be better than Xiao Wu's current state.

Xiao Wu accurately remembered that this was his thirteenth day in this desert.

Originally, he inherited the master's greatest strength, the lazy Xiao Wu, who did not have an accurate concept of time. Or that Xiao Wu is too lazy to remember the time, which will make him feel very troublesome.

But this time, when Xiao Wu saw the moon rise for the third time, he knew that the situation was bad, and he was lost.

When he was just out of Gongzhou, an old merchant kindly warned him about the dangers in the desert, and if he was not prepared enough, he would die. It's just that Xiao Wu's indifference is written on his face, and the old man will not talk more, but in his heart, he has already determined the future of this young man - there are not a few lives lost in that desert every year.

Originally, Xiao Wu would not be so careless, but the improvement of his strength made him suddenly a little inflated, and he was not so in awe of the power of nature.

At the age of fourteen, Xiao Wu benefited from the subtlety of his moves, and it was naturally effortless to deal with ordinary croppers, but since he broke through the rivers and lakes, he found that he was not an opponent at all if he had some inheritance.

This is the difference between entering the martial arts and not entering the stream.

And the most essential difference between the two is true qi, even the initial sense of anger is not something that ordinary martial artists can match. And the understanding of this difference made Xiao Wu suffer enough and pay the tuition fee.

Initiation, metamorphosis, congenital, returning to the Dan, Xuanzhen, and feathering, this is the distinction between the realms that Xiao Wu currently knows. As for the title of the realm, you can know it from the Taoists at a glance, who makes the Taoist gate powerful, and there are sages who comment on martial arts. It is conceivable that the release of the door is still lingering on this point.

Fifteen-year-old Xiao Wu was only able to get a glimpse of martial arts after touching his head on the rivers and lakes, and he was angry at that time. This made him even more suspicious that his master was a pro, and he didn't tell him anything. But this is also to blame for his young and casual affairs, he should have known a long time ago, and his master's lazy personality would never take the initiative to talk to him.

Fortunately, not everything went well, at least the master's ability to teach was true, although Xiao Wu didn't think so at first.

When he was a child, under the persecution of Xiao Wu, the master finally agreed to teach him martial arts, and his master's teaching method was to directly throw down three pieces of cloth full of handwriting, and then let Xiao Wu practice by himself, if Xiao Wu didn't come to ask him, he would never ask Xiao Wu about the difficulties encountered in learning.

This kind of teaching made Xiao Wu directly give up two of the unintelligible cloths, and concentrate on practicing the swordsmanship recorded on the remaining cloths.

Qinglian's sword momentum, although Xiao Wu seems to be weak and weak, and his moves are chaotic. But he did use this kind of swordsmanship to win many people, and the experience of the past few years has made up for the shortcomings of Xiao Wu's basic skills, which also makes his Qinglian sword power twice as powerful.

The harvest is like a green lotus bud, leading but not triggering. When the sword is out, the sword shadow is heavy, like a lotus flower blooming for ten miles, endlessly.

Master's swordsmanship is indeed the world's first-class swordsmanship, and Xiao Wu is already very sure of this.

But after all, this is not the foundation of a person's life. It can't practice true qi - maybe someone can, but after all, Xiao Wu can't.

At that time, Xiao Wu turned out the other two cloths given by his master, but unexpectedly found that one of them was really an internal strength method for cultivating true qi. It's just that no matter how Xiao Wu looks at it, he feels that his master has played himself.

Drinking immortals, the name of this exercise, sounds very immortal, but in fact, in addition to the 12 out of 10 records the trick of breathing luck, the rest is how to make wine, how to watch wine, and how to taste wine.

This is simply the drunkard master playing with him, and Xiao Wu is indignant in his heart.

But there is only such a thing at hand, and Xiao Wu can only practice hard. To his surprise, Xiao Wu really felt angry, which also made him really enter the martial arts and enter the realm of the Dao for the first time.

After that, the true qi in his body continued to grow, and Xiao Wu really realized the benefits, the world in his eyes seemed to have changed, and his whole person seemed to be sublimated.

Xiao Wu's journey through the rivers and lakes was no longer embarrassing, and at that time, he was like a fish breaking free from the fishing net that bound him, returning to the sea, swimming freely.

Not long before he went north to Longyou, Xiao Wu, who was still traveling in Jiannan Road, passed through a place called Baihuawu, which was really a paradise in the deep mountains.

At that time, the people there were bothered by the man-eating tiger in the forest, but Xiao Wu, who was passing by, was being taken as prey by the evil tiger. As a result, the tiger died tragically under Xiao Wu's men, and all the treasures will soon become Xiao Wu's entanglement, so there is no killing without trading・・・・・・

The simple villagers found out that Xiao Wu got rid of the evil tiger, and they were shocked for a while, and Xiao Wu was naturally invited to Baihuawu as a guest, and the villagers naturally took out their best things to entertain Xiao Wu in order to entertain the tiger heroes. Among them is a bottle of wine called Baihua Nectar.

The aroma of the wine is long-lasting, and the aftertaste is very sweet. Xiao Wu, who has never liked to drink, also made an exception this time, but he didn't think that the benefits were far more than satisfying his appetite.

Early the next morning, Xiao Wu not only did not have a hangover, but was also full of vitality and qi.

He found that the true qi in his body suddenly filled his body, as if he could break through the barrier and reach the realm of transformation at any time. At this time, Xiao Wucai seemed to understand the true meaning of drinking immortals, and then recalled the master who never left his hand every day・・・・・・

"Dead drunk!" Xiao Wu's resentment towards his master deepened.

In the next few days, Xiao Wu kept asking the kind old village chief about the brewing of Baihua nectar, but don't look at the simplicity of the people, but he is not stupid, his family relies on this to eat, how can he reveal it to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was deflated a few times in front of the experienced village chief, and after the secret road was really old and slippery, he continued to go north in the help of everyone.

As for why Xiao Wu went north, it was probably because he couldn't stop the impulse after hearing the man's story.

It's just that the strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and what brought Xiao Wu was not good luck, but bad luck.

During the thirteen-day desert journey, nature gave Xiao Wu a heavy blow. Xiao Wu, who had already lost food and water on the fourth day, was really holding on with his abundant true qi and strong will.

If you can't find supplies today, maybe Xiao Wu's story will be written in the final chapter.

It may be the mercy of God, or it may be the favor of fate, there is a place of people in front of Xiao Wu as far as the naked eye can see.

"I knew it. Xiao Wu's haggard face showed a smile. "How could Uncle Ben have fallen in such a place. ”

Dragging his heavy body, Xiao Wu's steps were unexpectedly calm and powerful.

Knock! Knock!

Xiao Wu knocked on the door three times, and then he lost his strength, and his body leaned against the wall and remained motionless.

Squeak.

The old wooden door opens.

"Who?"

A thin figure leaned out, and it should be the shopkeeper when he was dressed.

Xiao Er looked left and right, and then found Xiao Wu leaning against the wall.

"Yo! guest officer, you... Xiao Er, who originally wanted to complain about Xiao Wu and scared him, saw Xiao Wu's face, quickly stopped, went out and helped Xiao Wu to walk to the store.

"Guest officer, you sit inside first, and I'll pour you a bowl of tea." ”

Just looking at Xiao Wu's cracked lips, he knew what he wanted most now.

Xiao Wu sat down on the table, and the shopkeeper on the counter was an old man in his fifties. He said with a smile in his mouth.

"Little brother is lucky, there is only my tea house in the vicinity of two hundred miles, from Beiguo City to Hezhou Wei is such a resting place, I don't know the way to come here, my brother is blessed." ”

Seeing Xiao Wu effortlessly tugging at the corners of his mouth and smiling, the old man said again.

"I don't know where the little brother came from, I don't think it's a local, there are outsiders every year who don't know how powerful this yellow sand is, and the little brother can come to the end and suffer enough. ”

Xiao Wu didn't answer, only the tea bowl in the little second hand was left in his eyes, and he hurriedly took it.

Goo, goo, goo.

Listening to the sound of Xiao Wu's throat, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er knew that they were thirsty, and seeing a bowl of tea in their stomachs, the witty Xiao Er had already carried the teapot and refilled another bowl.

After five bowls in a row, Xiao Wu stopped, and only then did he feel that he had survived again.

Xiao Wu breathed slowly, looked at the smiling old shopkeeper, and after a little thought, gave an answer that was not an answer.

"Have you heard of Monkey King?"

(To be continued)