The pitch-black knife was slowly withdrawn, the pitch-black was soaked in the pool of bright red blood before the full moon scimitar was born, and the pitch-black was the dark red of blood precipitation.

Bai Yi could feel the horror of the magic knife, it was a knife that could bring ominous and calamity to people, a knife that brought despair and death, and it had infinite power.

The navy blue knife light, bent, like a hook of crescent moon, suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, swishing towards the claw, that kind of knife technique is by no means all in the world, the change and power of that kind of knife technique, by no means any mortal can imagine.

The magic knife can give an invisible influence to the person who holds it, making you a slave of the magic knife, except for the wise and wise or the most affectionate, Shen Mo is not only the former, but also the latter.

"Demon Knife, that's a Magic Knife!" Qi Qi drank in horror, and the cultivation of the Shura Peerless True Power exploded, the black and golden True Power enveloped him, and he became an invulnerable Shura.

"Ahh

The magic knife shattered the golden body of Shura cultivated by Qi Chelate, his chest was blurred with flesh and blood, and the sword light of the magic knife penetrated it, Qi Chela wailed bitterly, and used his escape technique to escape from the Gaochang Labyrinth.

"Grandpa Ji......"

A cry of grief broke the silence of the labyrinth, Shen Mo's magic knife was still unsheathed, and his eyes were filled with tears, looking at Xiu'er and Grandpa Ji.

"Xiu...... Xiu'er, I'm not your grandfather Ji, I'm Ma Jiajun, Ah Mo, you must find Ah Mo, I'm right...... I'm sorry for him. ”

Ma Jiajun's face was flushed, but when it came to the light of day, he showed an indescribable expression, looked at Hua Hui and said: "Master, I, Ma Jiajun, am sorry for you, the moment I saw Xiu'er make the acupoint hammer, I knew, I knew that you were still alive." ”

"Twenty years, I've been hiding from you for twenty years. In the end, I still couldn't escape, this is all providence, it is all providence, you have suffered for twenty years because of the disciple, and the disciple will pay you his life today. ”

Ma Jiajun coughed up blood and continued: "Xiu'er. Grandpa will tell you everything about the past, so that you can see clearly what kind of people Grandpa and your master are, and we all deserve to die. ”

Ten years ago, the Uighur desert.

The blazing sun is like a fire, scorching the endless golden desert, and the ...... In the distance, two strong horses galloped.

In front was a brown horse carrying a basket containing a one-year-old baby boy. On horseback was a middle-aged man with a long body and a jade tree facing the wind, he was the son of a Kazakh and a Han Chinese, and his name was Huahui.

Followed by a jujube red horse, riding a seventeen or eighteen-year-old square-faced man, the square-faced man has a delicate appearance, from the Jiangnan water town, and his fingers slided. He pressed the water hyacinth on his waist, licked his dry lips and asked, "Master." We've been walking in the desert for three days and three nights, and we're almost there, aren't we?"

"Go around a big river in front of you and walk another ten miles. Hua Hui looked at the vast desert and replied.

"Master, Master, look, that. What is that. The Jiangnan man suddenly shouted in panic, he had never seen such a shocking scene.

Hua Hui grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand, looked back, and shouted in horror: "The wind, the wind and sand are coming." Quick, run. ”

He scooped up the bamboo basket with one hand, wrapped the baby boy in his clothes, raised the whip and whipped it on the horse's rump, and the brown horse's front hooves and hind hooves galloped away like a gust of wind.

A large area of yellow mist clouds rose next to the sunset, and the purple light in the yellow clouds shimmered, covering most of the sky in an instant, and the yellow sand rolled up all over the sky, and the square-faced man felt that his body was sinking, and a large piece of yellow sand had been covered head-on.

Seeing this, Hua Hui shouted in fear: "Jiajun, Jiajun, ...... quickly", before he finished speaking, the wind and sand quickly struck, and the second half of the man's sentence was annihilated.

The Uighur sandstorms came and went quickly, and a pair of thick arms stretched out from under the sand dunes on the vast sandy sea, and Hua Hui opened the baby boy wrapped in his shirt and saw that he was okay, only then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, crawled out of exhaustion, and spat out a few mouthfuls of sand.

Hua Hui looked at the vast desert and shouted hoarsely: "Jiajun, Jiajun ......."

The wind blew up the yellow sand, revealing a corner of gray clothes pressed under the sand grains, Hua Hui hurriedly put the baby behind his back, and ran over with a rolling belt to dig up the sand.

Ma Jiajun's internal strength is not as good as Hua Hui, covered by the wind and sand, fainted, Hua Hui raised his palm and slapped him on the back, and slapped him on the chest, Ma Jiajun spit out a few mouthfuls of yellow sand, slowed down for a moment He opened his eyes and weakly shouted 'Master'.

At this time, it was getting late, and the two found a lost jujube red horse, so they raised a bonfire in the desert, and they sat down by the fire, and Ma Jiajun took out a bottle of wolf milk from his arms and fed the one-year-old baby boy.

"Master, this martial arts of yours is the child's father and professor, what about the others, how can you cruelly throw this child down and let you come to this desert. Ma Jiajun touched the little boy's face and asked.

"His parents were killed by the people of the imperial court, how can there be a family, his father asked me to take him to a peaceful place, where there are no people, there are no rivers and lakes, and there is only a desert. ”

"Master, have you decided not to tell this kid about his father's hatred for the rest of your life?" Ma Jiajun asked.

"As long as he is involved in the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes, who can really be happy? When he grows up, I will tell him that his biological parents have died of the plague. Hua Hui said this, sighed secretly, looked at the bonfire and said no more.

The sky was white, the bonfire was extinguished, and the morning sun chased the night along the desert and drove it away.

"Driving"

Hua Hui shouted, the two of them rode a jujube red horse for more than ten miles, a dry river appeared in the vast desert, there were a few poplar trees on both sides of the river, Hua Hui found an old well, filled the water hyacinth, the two people drank a full meal, and walked forward for more than ten miles, and a vast oasis appeared in front of them.

The oasis was full of sheep, horses and camels, and four or five hundred yurts were built, which were simple, detachable and detachable, and covered with blankets.

Hua Hui looked at the grassland, remembered that night ten years ago, and sneered in his heart: "Three years ago, you expelled my Vallazi from the Kazakh tribe and never allowed me to come back, saying that if I came back secretly, I would be burned to death, and now that I have come back, it is you who will die." ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and seven or eight strong Kazakh men shouted and galloped out of the tribe on their horses, and Hua Hui heard the shouts and the whistling of wild beasts. Busy and Ma Jiajun hid under the sand dunes in the distance.

"Wow!"

A snow-white leopard with a little lamb in its mouth ran swiftly under the hill in front of them, and seven or eight burly men were chasing after the snow leopard.

The first two are strong and strong as an ox, and the man on the right has long arms and thick arms. Holding a round knife in the palm of his hand, the man on the left has a scar on his face, thick legs, a strong bow on his back, and a lasso.

Hua Hui prostrate himself, gritted his teeth and stared at the man on the left, and said in his heart: "These Kazakhs deserve to die, if it weren't for them, Yalishian would definitely marry ......"

"Phew. Yarisian is not a good thing, she says she loves me and does everything she can to make me fall in love with her, but why does she empathize with that rude man, she always says that I am like a woman, just because he is stronger than me, oh! slutty slut!"

Until seven or eight men disappeared, Hua Hui stood up openly. sneered: "Jiajun, did you see the scarred man in the lead?" ”

Ma Jiajun nodded.

"How do I treat you?"

"Master has an understanding of me. Save your life, give Wu San'en, just like Jiajun's biological parents. Ma Jiajun replied respectfully.

"The leading scarred man on the left is your master's enemy, not your Ma Jiajun's enemy. Hua Hui looked at him and asked loudly.

Ma Jiajun was overjoyed when he saw that his master had found the enemy. Without thinking, he said: "Master treats me like a mountain, I will do whatever Master wants me to do, Master's enemy is the disciple's enemy, even if he fights for his life, the disciple will kill him." ”

Hua Hui laughed. Saying yes in a row, he took out something from his arms and handed it to Ma Jiajun, and said with a smile: "Tonight is the annual Wurezi Festival of the Kazakh people, and every family should gather on the grassland to drink a bowl of mare's milk wine. ”

After listening to Hua Hui's words, Ma Jiajun was in a cold sweat and creepy, and said tremblingly: "Master, Master, your enemy is only that scarred man, this poison, this ......."

Hua Hui's face suddenly turned pale, and he shouted violently: "Ma Jiajun, who avenged your parents' blood feud for you." ”

"It's you, Master, but ......"

Ma Jiajun was still struggling, Hua Hui's eyes were split, and he snorted coldly: "Ma Jiajun, if you don't go, your enemies in Jiangnan will find you, and the master will not only not protect you, but also hand you over to them, and then sell your sister in Jiangnan to the kiln." ”

Hua Hui saw that Ma Jiajun was trembling and frightened, his tone softened again, and he comforted: "Jiajun, as long as you do this for me, I will teach you all the martial arts, and in the future, you will be a finger in the south of the Yangtze River, no one dares to bully you anymore, you can take a few beautiful wives and buy a lot of real estate, you don't need to wander the rivers and lakes anymore, and you don't have to hide from the enemy." ”

"No, no, don't. ”

Ma Jiajun's expression was pale, and he took a few steps back in horror, Hua Hui laughed gently, and said softly: "Jiajun, as long as you avenge the master, the master will give you the map of the Gaochang Labyrinth." ”

"You know, Jiajun, as long as you have the map of Gaochang, the gold and silver treasures of the entire ancient kingdom of Gaochang are yours, and at that time you can become a prince, sitting on three palaces and six courts, as long as you give an order, the whole earth will tremble. ”

Hua Hui heard this, his hands trembled, and he took the poison by magic, Hua Hui still smiled very warmly, like the winter sun, and said: "Jiajun, don't worry, as long as you poison it, the Kazakhs will die, Jiajun, think about it, with a momentary ruthlessness in exchange for eternal wealth, why not?"

"Jiajun, in this river and lake, everyone has a lot of involuntary bodies, behind the famous martial arts, there are countless corpses and bones piled up, they use dirty and dirty means to enjoy fame, beauty, and money. Jiajun, you don't have to feel guilty, guilty people will never be able to achieve great things. ”

Ma Jiajun thought about it for a long time, he felt that the master was right, exchanging a nightmare for inexhaustible wealth is a rare opportunity, money, can be exchanged for many things, beauties, incense cars, power and fame, and this is a successful life, not a humble life in the rivers and lakes.

Night fell quietly, hazy stars appeared in the navy blue sky, Ma Jiajun carried poison in his arms, and walked towards the Kazakh steppe, Ma Jiajun heard the shouts of the Kazakh man in the distance.

A gust of wind came, but it was the snow leopard during the day, at this time it was scarred and cornered, its eyes were blood-red and rushed towards Ma Jiajun, who was in a trance, and its sharp claws were about to pierce Ma Jiajun's head, all of which came so suddenly, Ma Jiajun couldn't expect it at all, and he couldn't dodge.

"Whew!"

The scarred man's wrist was strong, a sharp arrow was shot, the white leopard jumped away quickly, and a pair of sharp claws swept towards Ma Jiajun again, Ma Jiajun took advantage of this to slap his palm, his palm was slow, his palm strength was insufficient, and his arm was still cut open by the snow leopard.

The big man with the round knife who chased the white leopard galloped forward, a round knife slashed towards the leopard's head, the white leopard jumped lightly to the right, and bit the horse's rump with force, the horse neighed in pain, and the hind hooves kicked out, and the white leopard had jumped away.

As soon as the white leopard landed, it jumped up flexibly, and the big man with the round knife jumped off the horse, slashed the round knife, and repelled the white leopard, and the white leopard fell to the ground and bowed down again.

The big man with the round knife did not dodge or dodge, slashed with the round knife, forced back the white leopard's claws, punched out, hit the heart of the white leopard, this punch had a hundred catties of strength, and the white leopard rolled back a few times, and a life whimpered.

"Suluk, Suluk. ”

When the Kazakh men saw that the white leopard had been killed, they happily cheered the name of the big man with the round knife, but the man with the scar who shot the arrow had a blue face and shouted unconvinced: "Suluk, you will win this time, but next time I will not show mercy to my men." ”

Suluk laughed and said, "Don't wait until next time, I'm going to see your Kalku riding skills in the sheep competition of the Wurezi Festival." But the scarred man named Kalku didn't say anything, and Suluk said a few casual words to Ma Jiajun, and invited him to the grassland to participate in the festival.

The Kazakhs are hospitable and sincere, they bandage Ma Jiajun's wounds, take out the best mutton and the best mare's milk wine to greet him, Ma Jiajun is in turmoil at this time, he thinks about whether he should take revenge and poison this group of Kazakhs, Suluk drank a few glasses with him, and suddenly someone shouted: "Suluk, Suluk, the sheep game has begun, you go quickly!"

Lamb was roasted on the grassland, people sang and danced, and the ancient story of Gaochang Kingdom was told around the bonfire, and laughter spread throughout the sky.

"I'm the first horse trainer of the Kazakh tribe, and I'm proficient in salvo, and you're doomed, Suluk. ”

Cherku pointed at Suluk with one hand and smiled heroically, laughing like a bonfire in the vast desert that lit the dark night.

On the grassland, a two-year-old goat, with its head and hooves cut off and tied up its esophagus, was resting on a wooden frame by several big men. With a low cry from the Kazakh patriarch, dozens of good horses galloped across the vast steppe and rushed towards the wooden frame where the goats rested, led by Cherku, followed by Suluk.

Suluk tugged at the reins of his horse and slowly leaned towards Cherku, four or five feet away, and Suluk grabbed the hem of Cherku's shirt with his left hand, trying to throw him off his horse.

Cherku let go of the horse's reins, put his legs between the horse's back, and lay backwards, dodging Suluk's attack, and then slipped off the horse's back and stuck to the horse's belly. Suluk grabbed the saddle with one hand, pulled his right leg down, landed on both feet, ran with the horse, and kicked his feet towards Cherku.

The two fought each other on horseback, and the Kazakh girls were full of admiration and cheers, their cheeks slightly red, and from time to time they let out a jingle of laughter.

The women of this desert oasis, as clean as snow and as hot as the desert, wore beautiful round flower hats and eagle feathers, and shone brightly under the background of the campfire.

Ma Jiajun's heart completely melted the simple Kazakh herdsmen. (To be continued.) )