What a big sandstorm!

Only by coming to the Longmen Desert in person can you know the magnitude of this wind and sand.

"Meow Mi, the consumption of body protection qi is too great, and it can't prevent this wind and sand. Song Si, who was hurrying at a leisurely pace, had to fall from the sky and walk on this endless desert.

Feeling the endless desert, the true qi in his body was constantly running, and a faint purple qi floated on Song Si's face, and even with his white hair, there was a tendency to transform into purple.

"Huh, Zixia Gong is about to break through!" Song Si didn't care about the harsh environment, so he immediately sat down cross-legged, closed the five senses, and began to break through.

Really speaking, only such a neurotic will choose such a bad place to break through, in case a scorpion, a snake, or even a man-eating ant emerges, and if you bite a few bites, you will become white bones if you don't die. Even, let the evil wolf in the desert discover the fresh meat of such a fat girl, and it is strange that he is not torn alive.

No, a sandy snake was coming through the sand, and after each swim, he stuck out his head to look at the delicious prey in the distance, and once again sank into the sand, and walked forward, and finally arrived.

The pit viper slowly popped its head, hissing and swallowing apricots, opening its mouth, its two curved fangs reflecting a little cold light in the daylight.

Take a bite!

Oh, Nima, what is this thing?

The pit viper only felt a bite of extremely hard air, and then it was bounced out, and after rolling five or six feet, the pit viper shook its pointed head in a daze, and for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and disappeared into the sand.

One day, two days, three days passed, and the place where Song Sipan was originally sitting had become a small sand dune, and it was unknown where he was buried, or whether he followed the movement of quicksand or something.

One day, maybe half a month, or a month.

A fast horse was running towards it, and a man in black could be seen looming in the rolling dust and sand, clutching a package and lying on his horse's back. Behind him was a martial arts master with sixteen horsemen. Looking at the costumes, it is clear that they are three delicate Tianshan women, with ethereal white clothes and a cold atmosphere of snow-capped mountains. A man and a woman from the Xiaoyao faction, both dressed in green, about twenty, looking at the tacit understanding between the two, it should be a childhood sweetheart. In addition, there was a great monk with wide robes and large sleeves, three masked women in plain clothes, and seven Taoist leaders of the Longmen sect wearing dark blue robes.

"Hahaha, you are trying to catch me and steal the god, it's too tender!" When the thief god approached the top of the sand mountain, he didn't know what snake spirit disease he had committed, and suddenly stood on the saddle, facing everyone, waving the package in his hand.

"Hahaha! Come and chase, come and chase the master!" "Lack of beating, incomparably underbeating, none of the sixteen people who can be pursued are angry, or ridiculed, originally from Luoyang out of the city more than 300 martial arts masters, now only sixteen of them are left, how can they be stirred by just thieves?

Just when the thief god was about to climb to the top of the sand mountain, and the sixteen masters were about to leap their horses and whip in pursuit, they saw the sand mountain suddenly explode, flying sand in all directions, purple qi blooming, and a blue and white figure jumped out of it, shouting: "Hahaha, I am already invincible in the world!"

The sound of the desert was spread dozens of miles with the wind, and the sixteen horsemen vomited blood and fell off their horses and flew back.

This is exactly the Song Sidao chief who broke through the ninth level of "Zixia Gong", broke through the realm, and cultivated to a great increase.

The thief god, the poor thief god was covered in blood by the flying sand that was blown up, and as for the black horse sitting down, he had already died.

"Oh, this friend, this fellow Daoist, hold on, hold on. I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, I was not careful. Oh, brother, I still have some medicine, if you don't try it, maybe you can save it. Song Si hugged the black-clothed thief god covered in blood and shook his body.

The thief was full of tears, and he wanted to cry, but the tears in his eyes couldn't fall; he wanted to scold, but his throat was blocked by the blood that bubbled up; he wanted to stretch out his hand and slap the Taoist in front of him, but he couldn't raise his hand.

He could only stare at Song Si, tears blurred his eyes, and he couldn't say a word.

"Oh, you're dying, don't be moved, take this medicine first. ”

Moved you to be paralyzed!

These were the last words in the heart of the thief god when he closed his eyes.

The sky is pitiful, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, and the famous generation of thief gods died like this. Alas~

Seeing the man in black in front of him close his eyes, Song Si knew that he was dead, after all, he died because of his own mistakes, and he felt very guilty in his heart.

The package in the hand of the man in black has been grasped very tightly, it must be a very important thing, Song Si accepted it first, and then sorted out the objects on the man in black, found that there was a black iron token on his waist, and took it in front of him to see the "thief god", Song Si couldn't help but marvel, this man in black turned out to be a contemporary thief god.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful!" Song Si didn't dare to offend again, arched his hand at the body of the thief god, and then picked up the thief god and left quickly.

Song Si planned to find a good place for the thief god to be buried, so that he would not be exposed to the wilderness due to the movement of quicksand, which was also a tribute to the generation of thief gods.

"What happened just now? It's so strong that it makes the Sprinkle family turn over. "Sixteen people, fourteen people are pranayama with their eyes closed, but this great monk and a Longmen Taoist are looking into the distance like no one.

Unfortunately, the dust and sand dispersed, and there was no trace of the thief god again.

"Hey, old cow nose Liang Xingyang, have you seen where the thief boy fled?" The big monk trembled all over his body, and suddenly shook out the sand and dust all over his body, recovering a clean feeling.

Seeing the monk's behavior like this, Liang Xingyang shook off the dust and swept the drifting sand to the ground, and the dark blue Taoist robe was still dusty.

"Hey, you know that there are many ways to do it. Hurry up, say quickly, where did the thief kid go?" The big monk wanted to get close and pat Liang Xingyang's shoulder, but he thought that he was very dusty, and if he swept it away, it would be troublesome to drink and eat meat in the future, so he retracted the big sleeves of the yellow monk's robe and asked as if nothing happened.

"The thief god should be dead, just now a master broke through, and he was too close, with his foundation, it is difficult to escape this catastrophe. "Liang Xingyang walked to the front of the sand mountain, saw the dead black horse, fell with one foot, and rushed out with vigor, only to see the quicksand moving under the black horse, and bury the black horse in the sand in a short time.

"Hey, your bull's nose is really, this black horse meat is sweet, I don't know how to enjoy, I don't know how to enjoy, it's a waste!" the great monk shook his head, ignored the crowd, and walked towards the Dragon Gate Inn on foot.

Due to the accident just now, the horses of the sixteen people fled because they were frightened, and now, the sun is about to set, and the nearest foothold is only the Dragon Gate Inn.

After the six people finished pranayama, they saluted Liang Xingyang.

"Senior brothers, let's also go to the Dragon Gate Inn. Liang Xingyang checked the injuries of the junior disciples for a while and said: "Among these treasures is the relics of my Longmen Patriarch Changchun Zhenren, which must be recovered." ”

After burying the thief god in a stone mountain, Song Si found a bamboo hat woven from the storage bag and put it on, and then walked towards the Longmen Inn with a large package and a low head against the wind and sand.

The sand is getting bigger and bigger, so there won't be a sandstorm. Song Si didn't know the bottom in his heart, but kept speeding up, hoping to reach the inn quickly.

After about an hour, Song Si finally saw the Dragon Gate Inn on the side of the Crescent Spring.

Standing on the top of the sand mountain, I saw a group of business travelers in the Longmen Inn waiting in line to enter the inn, which was very orderly and had the style of a modern hotel.

Is this the world's number one black store?

Song Si walked down the sand mountain with curiosity and came to the door of the Longmen Inn: "Vertical and horizontal Sui and Tang dynasties, Song and Yuanming, famous in the Central Plains, Mobei and Western Regions, horizontal criticism: the world's first black shop!"

No matter how big the wind and sand is, it is difficult to cover up the black line on Song Si's forehead at the moment, this world's first black store is really domineering!

Stepping into the store in the wind and sand, Song Si took off the hat and looked around the surrounding environment, it was not clean, it was not dirty, it was dry, the smell in the air was very strange, and the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were very strange.

While observing others, they didn't know that others were also quietly observing Song Si.

After Xiao Er, who welcomed Song Si into the store, wiped the dust on the table and bench and invited Song Si to sit down, he put the rag on his shoulder as if he was in an ordinary habit, and actually informed everyone in a special sign language: This is a top master.

The bookkeeper wrote down Xiao Er's code words, took out a few copper coins and threw them into the bowl of the blind man who was playing the qin. The blind man who stroked the piano probably felt a little uncomfortable sitting cross-legged for too long, stretched out his legs and crossed them, changed them up and down, and then raised the pitch a little and fed it back to the bookkeeper.

The bookkeeper frowned slightly and wrote a "Wu" on the account book.

"God thief order?" Mr. Bookkeeper saw the small token tied to Song Si's large package, touched his beard, lifted the gray cloth curtain, and turned around and walked into the inner room.

"Shhhh

"Listen to him!" said the dragon wine, pointing to the bookkeeper.

Mr. Bookkeeper's heart suddenly burst into his heart, and he was about to speak, but he didn't know that Long Jiujiu's left hand pushed again, making him swallow back the words that came to his mouth: "What our fifth master said this time must be very important, you three muddy balls must be heard clearly, especially you-Yu Baiyi, don't sleep the fuck!"

After that, the dragon wine wine kicked over and woke up Yu Baiyi, who was sleeping with a fragrant wine jar.

"Ah, what's wrong? Is the cub from Dongchang killed again?" Yu Baiyi wiped his nose and sat on the ground looking left and right.

"Wake up the old lady so much!" Long Jiujiu slapped him, and then Bai Yida woke up, "And you, Chu Jingxiao, take care of your cousin, mother, last time it was this kid who ruined our good deeds." ”

Chu Jingxiao bit the grass root and glanced at Yu Baiyi: "Okay, okay, I know, look at you scared Mr. Yan Xi." Old Yan, did you find a big fish this time or what?"

Yan Xi held the account book, pushed open the corner of the curtain and looked at Song Si, who was eating in the hall, and muttered in his heart: "Why are you not afraid of being poisoned, you are so arrogant when you eat in our first black restaurant." ”

"Big fish, super big fish, big fish we can't eat. Yan Xi said in a low voice.

"Cut, as long as it's a big fish, there's a joke we can't eat. Chu Jingxiao spat out the grass roots in his mouth, jumped down from the stone cabinet, pushed away the cook Xu Chen, and sat on the bench with his legs crossed.

"Hehe, there's been a shortage of white meat in the kitchen lately, so I've got to prepare some. Xu Chen'er sat down on the ground and said gloomily.

Chu jumped up in a hurry and helped Xu Chen: "Brother Xu, you sit, you sit, don't I see that this stool is dirty?" ”

Chu Jingxiao helped Xu Chen, and at the same time pretended to wipe it on the bench with his right sleeve, so he let Xu Chen sit back and knocked his shoulder for him.

"Stop playing! Listen to Mr. Yan!" Long Jiujiu slapped his big hand and stopped a few millimeters away from the table, shaking up countless dust.

With a click, a piece of wood from a handprint mold fell, Yan Xi, Chu Jingxiao, Yu Baiyi, and Xu Chen stretched their necks to look at the handprints on the table, glanced at each other, and were silent.

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