The desert is as silent as a dead man, and the moonlight is as cold as a sword.

Ma Jiajun sat on the sandbag and took out a black porcelain box, the silver-like moonlight poured down, and the porcelain box contained three black poisonous needles.

Ma Jiajun did not escape, although he was afraid of death, but he could not escape? Because he has a sister in Jiangnan, Hua Hui knows everything about Ma Jiajun, people sometimes do wrong things, always because they are forced to a dead end.

Ma Jiajun's martial arts were taught by Hua Hui himself, and Ma Jiajun felt that only by using poison could he win a glimmer of life.

The three poisonous needles were carefully hidden in Ma Jiajun's sleeve, Ma Jiajun stood up and showed a fierce look, and walked towards the moonlight with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

A full golden moon hung in the deep blue sky, and below was the desert, with only endless sand and a dilapidated earthen house. Once upon a time, there was a clear stream, there were villages, women, cattle and sheep, yellow dogs and camels, and the wind and sand took everything, including life.

"Who! Is it a family horse? You're back! They're all dead? Haha, these damn Kazakhs. Hua Hui was half-lying in the dilapidated house, looking at the slender figure outside Zhang Xu and asked.

Ma Jiajun turned his back to the moonlight, so that Hua Hui could not see clearly.

"I ...... I ......" Ma Jiajun gritted his teeth, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"You, you bastard, you didn't kill these damn Kazakhs, you ungrateful dog!" Hua Hui scolded, shaking himself to his feet.

"I, I, I killed them all, they all died, and his heart was gouged out, and he was cut off, and his head was cut off. Ma Jiajun shook the cloth bag in his hand, and his voice trembled.

"What are you afraid of?" Hua Hui asked.

"Dead, all dead, all Kazakhs dead. The whole grassland is full of corpses, I, I have never killed so many people, they say that the devil of the Gaochang Labyrinth will take my soul and hook me into hell, I am so scared. My conscience is so worn. ”

"Haha! Conscience! Talk to this group of crazy Kazakhs. Hua Hui's laughter was unusually high-pitched, rubbing like metal.

"What kind of conscience do you say?" Hua Hui roared suddenly, and then fell silent again.

The sand sea is very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing, the quiet desert makes Ma Jiajun's breathing gradually irritable, the more he thinks about it, the more scared he becomes, he just wants to take a step and escape, but once some things are done. There was no turning back.

"Good apprentice, the teacher can't see you, you turn around and let the teacher take a good look. Ma Jiajun suddenly felt that Hua Hui's voice was gentle and soft, like the kind master in Jiangnan.

Ma Jiajun leaned unconsciously and the moonlight pulled his shadow.

"Good boy, throw Cherku's heart over and let the teacher see it. Ma Jiajun slowly took out a huge heart cavity from the cloth bag. Bright red blood stained his palms, and a pungent fishy smell filled the air.

"Smack"

The heart fell two feet away from Hua Hui. Hua Hui swept his eyes coldly, looked at Ma Jiajun and said, "Good man, come here, no, no, you are still there." Don't move there, boy, and throw the bag to me, quick. ”

The cloth bag wrapped around the human head and rolled happily on the sand. Stopping at Hua Hui's feet, Hua Hui spat at the cloth bag and scolded, "Damn Yalishian, let that strong Cherku go underground with you!"

Ma Jiajun saw that the hands under the moonlight were about to open the cloth bag, and his tense body relaxed, making an inaudible sound. Hua Hui suddenly stopped his hand, looked at Ma Jiajun coldly, and smiled softly: "Good apprentice, good apprentice, come, come, take out the thief's head for the teacher." ”

Ma Jiajun's heart was beating faster, cold sweat was breaking out, he thought that my conspiracy had been revealed, he knew, he wanted me to open the cloth bag, he wanted to kill me.

Ma Jiajun, who was in a state of confusion, unconsciously took a step towards Hua Hui with his left foot, and when he found that he had regretted it, he simply walked towards Hua Hui with a heart, and walked to a place half a zhang away from Hua Hui, Hua Hui smiled and said: "Good apprentice, you are tired, or open it for the teacher, you stand there, don't move." ”

Hua Hui slowly opened the cloth bag, under the moonlight, there was only a bloody wolf head, saying that it was too late, it was fast, a black light shot out from the cloth bag, Hua Hui screamed "ah", and his left hand was instantly black.

A colorful poisonous scorpion disappeared into the desert, a snow-white knife light slashed towards Hua Hui, Hua Hui endured the pain and intercepted the 'Daling Cave' at the wrist, a carp rolled, couldn't dodge, and the bloody wound on his left arm was pulled down.

Without waiting for Hua Hui to dodge, three black poisonous needles shot at a gallop, and between the lightning and flint, the three poisonous needles had already submerged into Hua Hui's back.

"Ahh

Hua Hui screamed miserably, violently raised his internal strength, picked up the white iron meteor hammer on his waist, and performed the light skill of 'Flying Swallow at the Bottom of the Leaf', and hit Ma Jiajun's chest lightly and flexibly.

Although Hua Hui intercepted the Great Tomb Cave, he knew that he had been hit by the giant poison of the colored scorpion, and he would soon be poisonous, so he had to use a powerful move to kill Ma Jiajun.

Huahui is known as one finger to Zhenjiangnan, one hand is 'broken tendon finger', and the other hand is extremely powerful. The hammer method he performed is called 'Stars and Moons Compete for Glory', although there is only one move, but it includes various methods such as hand strength and eyesight, swinging hammer and identifying acupoints, etc., which is a must in martial arts.

The left hammer came out of the way, and hit the Shangqu point at the intersection of Ma Jiajun's chest and abdomen, Huahui poisonous gas invaded the body, this powerful hammer method, the momentum in his hands was insufficient, and he was narrowly avoided by Ma Jiajun.

Hua Hui clenched his teeth, swung out the right hammer, and the hammer head flew to hit Ma Jiajun's chest, Ma Jiajun hurriedly picked up with a long knife, the white iron meteor hammer weighed about thirty catties, and the powerful strange force shocked Ma Jiajun's blood boiling, and he took a few steps back.

Ma Jiajun saw that Hua Hui was still so brave when he saw the huge poison in his body, and he couldn't help but be scared in his heart, so he wanted to escape. Hua Hui saw that Ma Jiajun was about to escape, so he retracted his right hammer, deftly bypassed his neck, and hit the 'Lingtai acupoint' of Ma Jiajun's vest.

"Ahh

In the sea of sand under the moonlight, Ma Jiajun's light operation gradually disappeared, Huahui was strong and strong, and the poisonous gas flowed all over his body, as if he was more than 20 years old in an instant, and he no longer had the strength to chase it.

Huahui's second half of the move Xingyue Zhenghui failed to hit Ma Jiajun's 'Lingtai Acupoint' due to lack of stamina, and only hit Ma Jiajun's spine, although it was not fatal, it could also make Ma Jiajun fall into a lifetime of pain.

Ma Jiajun held the baby boy and fled towards the Kazakh steppe. He didn't know if the poison needle could poison Hua Hui, he still underestimated Hua Hui, Ma Jiajun felt the blood gushing out of his body, he thought I was about to die, I have come this far, am I a good person?

When you wake up again. Ma Jiajun was lying in a felt bag in the Kazakh steppe, Ma Jiajun's vision was blurred, the shadow of a Kazakh woman was dangling beside him, Ma Jiajun wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

"How's it going?" the curtain was lifted, and a rough voice rang out.

"We want bear bile, musk, and deer antlers, but we only have musk and deer antler velvet at home, and we don't have bear bile!" said the woman, making mare's milk wine. He smiled sweetly.

The big man raised his eyebrows and shouted: "There is bear bile in Cherku's house, I will go to him to borrow it?", without waiting for the woman to reply, the big man lifted the blanket curtain and walked out of the yurt.

The woman made mare's milk wine and hummed a song, and she sang: "In those vast deserts, there are oases of flat rivers. In the tranquil Kazakh River. In the snow-fed grasslands, there is nothing to worry about. Everyone gets along with each other and enjoys the ...... of heaven and happiness".

The woman's empty singing grew louder and louder, higher and higher, and gradually drifted above the white clouds......

On the grassland, Suluk rode a sturdy horse, like a gust of wind on the grassland, in front of a yurt. Suluk dismounted and walked into the yurt.

Cherku sat on a sheep blanket, a little girl held a huge bottle and drank goat's milk, and the little girl saw Suluk come in and hurriedly hugged Cherku's thick thighs. The milk shouted milkily: "Suluk is coming, Suluk is coming." ”

Cherku picked up his bow and arrows from the side and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

Suluk smiled and said, "Cherku, I'm not here to fight with you today, you don't have to be nervous, I just want to borrow your bear bile." ”

When Cherku heard this, he laughed and said: "This bear is my Cherku's prey, last time you could kill a leopard, this time it is better to kill a bear!"

Suluk said, "I'll exchange it for you with a leopard skin." When Cherku heard this, he only showed off Suluk, and shouted angrily: "Kill the white leopard and count you Suluk as winning, next time I will definitely win back, what do you do repeatedly show off." ”

Hearing his unkind tone, Suluk's face was full of anger, and he said with a smile: "The Han people we rescued from under the leopard's claws last time were seriously injured, and if you want bear bile to heal your wounds, you Cherku will not die without saving you!"

"Bag wrestling, if you win me, bear bile will be given to you," Cherku finished and walked out of the yurt.

Bagging wrestling is an extreme sport of the Kazakh tribe, which restricts the movement of the lower limbs in the game, and can only rely on the upper limbs to force the opponent down.

A gust of wind blows, the grass fluctuates, and cattle and sheep loom. Yellow camels, gray horses, white lambs, a group in the east, a group in the west, the whole grassland is full of life.

On the steppe stood two of the strongest Kazakh men, Suluk and Cherku, with their legs wrapped in sheepskin bags, the cuffs of which were tightly tied with ropes and tied around their waists.

Cherku shouted, put his hands together, and quickly fished towards Suluk's neck, Suluk squatted down an inch quickly, and hugged Cherku's waist with his arms.

Chelku hurriedly used his strength, his left arm against Suluk's body, not letting Suluk's arm strengthen, but his right arm was cut off from above, blocking his chest and hugging most of Cherku's body.

Suluk reluctantly let go of his arms, grabbed Cherku's left arm with his left hand, and half-rotated his upper body, and put his right hand reflexively on Cherku's belt, about to throw him out. Chercu locked Suluk with his arms, making him unable to exert his strength, Suluk simply let go of his hands and let Cherku completely hug him.

Chelku was overjoyed, and both arms worked hard at the same time, about to trip Suluk, Suluk roared like a wild horse, and his hands came out strangely, grabbed Cherku's right arm with his left hand, and pressed Cherku's waist with his right hand, and threw Cherku out heavily.

"Bad Suluk, Smelly Suluk. Seeing that Abba had lost, the girl who was sipping the bottle threw it out at Suluk and scolded it crisply and pleasantly.

The woman boiled bear bile, deer antler velvet, and musk into a potion and fed it to Ma Jiajun to drink, and Ma Jiajun lay on the bed for more than half a month before he could get out of bed. Ma Jiajun knew that the woman's name was Alimei and the man's name was Suluk, and they had two children, the eldest son was seven years old, named Sudu, who was very strong, and the youngest son, who was three years old, was named Supu, who was smart and clever.

Ma Jiajun is very grateful to this kind Kazakh, he is glad that he did not commit evil and poison, but he is scared, he thinks that Huahui will not let him go, Huahui will find it sooner or later.

The more Ma Jiajun thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he decided to leave here, but where could he go? Ma Jiajun picked up the baby on the bed and walked out of the yurt, looking at the blue sky, he wanted to go back to Jiangnan, where there are waterwheels, swallows, and weeping willows.

But there are enemies in the south of the Yangtze River! Hua Hui unconsciously came to the foot of a small hill in the northeast corner of the grassland, and since then there has been a lonely grass hut, an old man who sees a doctor and heals his wounds, and a simple and kind little boy, who calls him Amo. (To be continued.) )