Spring Thunder Lightning Knife!

That day, the two of them were shaking the dragon and phoenix. After Yunyu Wushan, Liu Hanyan passed on this set of unique skills and sword techniques to the Acropolis. The Acropolis was worried that there was no suitable sword technique. If the weapon of the Deer Cutting Sword was supplemented with the wonderful sword technique, the power it burst out would definitely be expected.

Acropolis, which came from the modern world, had a view on the martial arts moves of this world.

Everything is practical, and it does not have to be formed into a coherent routine. The Acropolis believes in this very much, so even the profound sword technique of the Spring Thunder Lightning Knife is not willing to devote time and energy to contact it. After carefully considering some moves, he slowly integrates and summarizes his practical methods.

Compared to the Central Plains, the nights in the desert seem purer, without starlight, only a dark curtain that is becoming more and more intense and quiet. If you watch it for a long time, you seem to feel like a black-bottomed pot is being turned down. The Acropolis half-squinted his eyes, enjoying this inappropriate silence.

The snoring sounds gradually rose around, and the sound from the pheasant convoy gradually weakened and finally returned to calm. When the caravan re-started on the road the next day, only a faint rut was left in the sand. Many visitors still twitched their mouths with a little regret, as if they were savoring the beauty of the soft body of the beard girl last night.

Following the convoy, Acropolis was also carefully looking at the convoy in front and found that it seemed a bit strange. Logically speaking, the marks left by the wheels of the Shen family caravans, which were escorted by so many people, did not seem to be loaded with heavy objects. Looking at the marks on the ground, he would even think that the convoys were finally loaded with empty boxes, because the marks left by the ruts of the Shen family caravans were not as good as those cloaks carrying Hu Nu.

Is it silk or tea?

Acropolis felt that only these two kinds of goods were worth investing in this way and would not be too heavy. But yesterday when Zuowa heard these people's conversation, the Shen family did not get involved in these two businesses, and it is said that they were monopolized by other chaebols. In the shopping mall, there is a saying that you can make any money in your own circle, but don't get over the boundaries, as it will be angered by the public!

The Shen family obviously would not inflict public anger, so what was in the convoy? Although they were curious all the way, this did not form enough driving force for him to explore. Because if nothing unexpected happens, they will be able to go to Yangguaizi Town tonight.

Yangguaizi Town is originally located in the Qilian Mountains, but it is far from Mangshan Mountain. The several Mangshan volcanic eruptions in the past century have almost ended here. In other words, Yangguaizi Town is the best geographical location for these people to wait for the rabbit. However, the scenes of Qilian Mountains are different from other parts of the Western Regions. Most of the other parts outside the Western Regions are desolate sand seas. The so-called "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the long river is round" is very appropriate to describe the scene of the desert. The Qilian Mountains are different, especially the mountains close to Mangshan, all of which are green and green, with forests everywhere, and green oil is rippling.

The vitality of oil. The world's ideology explains that it is because the magma of volcanic eruption contains a lot of spiritual objects. Although the Acropolis did not study hard in previous lives, it can still tell these idiots clearly that this is because volcanic magma contains minerals that are rare plants in ordinary soil. Although the land is fertile and the scenery is good, it is not suitable for living. No one can stand the house he built is inexplicably swallowed by magma at the time of twenty years. And although there has never been any mistake, no one dares to guarantee that the time difference of the volcanic eruption is exactly twenty years.

There are few people coming, the grass is taller than people, and the vines seem to be as thick as mountain monsters. There are many birds, beasts, strange birds, insects and martens. Every twenty years, it seems like gunpowder suddenly explodes here, and suddenly it boils.

Those who are interested even built an inn in Yangguaizi Town in advance to make wine and pickle meat to make a small deal at the event.

Most of the people who have these thoughts are ordinary people. There is an unwritten rule in the world that people who do not know how to do martial arts cannot be killed. This is why whenever a bloody murder occurs, there will be a notorious and evil scum in the world that is despised by the martial arts world.

There is also a special reputation for this grand event that has emerged because of the snatching of rare treasures in the world - the Red Lotus Conference.

Yangguaizi Town is so radius, with only nearly a hundred families in the sky. At this time, there were so many people that seemed to want to squeeze the town into pieces. Canvas tents of all sizes were like college mushrooms that appeared after the rain. Most of them were from the martial arts world. How could they lack wine and meat? They expanded along the town to the outside of the town, and the aroma of wine and meat was emitted from time to time.

But there was a faint smell of blood.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, there are struggles, where there are fighting, where there are fighting, there are deaths and injuries, where there are deaths and injuries, there are blood, where there are blood, there are hatred, and where there are hatred, there are people.

This is a vicious cycle. There is no solution, at least in the world.

Following the caravan, the group arrived at Yangguaizi Town in the evening. The caravan did not stop. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the few people left the caravan and dispersed into the town without calling him.

"Human hearts," Acropolis sighed and led the old camel into the town.

It was crowded with different flags hanging outside the three-story adobe building on both sides, representing different forces. There are several inns in the town, built in the Central Plains style. When I saw the sign from afar, I walked over with a camel.

"What? Twenty taels a night!" The quick waiter arranged the camels from the Acropolis and took the Acropolis to the counter to check in. When he heard the price, the Acropolis was shocked. Twenty taels were basically a family of three in the Central Plains for two years. Although he still had some money on him, it was too expensive.

"Why, if you think it's expensive, then change to another family. But as far as the old man knows, the cheapest inn in the town is Xiao Laoer's. If you don't believe it, go there and have a walk!" The old shopkeeper tied a small braid behind the back, his temples were slightly white, and his fine little eyes didn't even have to blink when he talked.

"Okay, stay for one night!" Acropolis was too lazy to talk to the old man in the city, took out twenty taels and put them on the table.

Slap, the old guy collected his calculations, looked at the Acropolis and pushed the silver back, "Sorry, we haven't stayed here for a day, please find another family!"

As he said that, he seemed to be not planning to take care of the Acropolis, his fingers were flying on the abacus.

"I'll just let it go, do you want it to be so awesome!" Acropolis didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and finally realized after recovering. It was really too lazy to worry about living such a good business day by day, and asked, "How many days can you live at least?"

"Ten days!" The old man's sharp eyes trembled with yellowed eyelids.

"Okay, it's only ten days!" Acropolis gritted his teeth and took out two 100 taels of silver bills in his arms and shook them hard, "Are you going to collect the silver bills?"

"Cake it!" The old man's temper was not much restrained because the Acropolis took out two hundred taels. The Acropolis secretly gave him a thumbs up. This is the real businessman, ruthless, awesome!

When Acropolis was taken to his residence, he admired the shop owner. It was almost the same as the woodshed he had just come to this world and lived in Yunlai Inn. It was a bed, a table, a chair, and an oil lamp. After lighting the lamp, Guards saw that the window paper was rotten at a glance.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Who made me have no place to go? And Monk Bajie got here first and went to find him tomorrow. This place is so small, it should not be difficult to find someone.

The only thing that satisfies the Acropolis is probably the stewed beef sent by the store. These days, they have eaten dry food, dried beef and dried mutton in the desert. The fire is very big. They drink it in a few sips and pour it on the bed and then slapped to sleep.

From the appearance of a family in the east of the town, it is obviously much higher-end inn than the Acropolis. On the second floor, the door of the sloppy monk was knocked by a bald monk.

"Senior brother, senior brother, get up, the person you told me to pay attention to is here,"

"Who?"

"It's the tall man you mentioned!" The monk outside stopped knocking on the door.

"Uh, he,"

The monk outside responded, but waited outside. Sure enough, snoring sounded again inside, and a headache. The monk's bright forehead wrinkled, and he reached out to continue to pat the door, but was pressed by a pair of hands with Buddhist beads hanging on it. He turned his head and bowed quickly, "Master Xuanzhong!"

The old monk nodded slightly and glanced inside. The little monk complained, "Master, Senior Brother Bajie asked me to help him pay attention to someone. That person has already arrived in the town. I'll inform him, look at him-"

The old monk shook his head and said, "Shi Yuan, don't wake up your senior brother. That man was full of alcohol. He was so addicted to alcohol at first sight. You can't let your senior brother follow him to get involved in these bad habits!"

Squeak, the door opened, and a disgusting smile appeared on the white and pink buttery face. Monk Bajie popped out his head and yawned, "Uncle Master, you are here, please come inside,"

As he said that, he turned sideways and lets the two of them into the house.

"Bang!" When the two entered the house, Monk Bajie immediately closed the door and slipped downstairs happily, leaving a sentence, "Uncle Master, sit slowly,"

"Master, look at him! He violated your confinement order!" Monk Shi Yuan complained with dissatisfaction.

The old monk Xuanzhong shook his head and chuckled.

"Are you just envious of me for drinking and eating meat? I have made some confinement orders and even suppressing me with my elders. I am nakedly jealous!" Monk Bajie pouted, smelling the smell of wine and meat on the streets of the town, and felt that his hooves could not move as if they were filled with lead. He dragged his body and wandered around the street.

"Little monk!"

Just as he was swaying happily, smelling the smell of wine and meat in the air, he heard this sound, and slowly turned around. He saw the visitor in a white robe. His eyes flashed with fear, bowed, and said dryly, "So it's Senior Brother Li!"
Chapter completed!