Okay, I admit, it's too scary to say something becomes something. I really don't dare to write it. If I write it, it won't be a martial arts, but a fairy tale. I'm sorry.

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Ziqin didn't like the desert. He didn't like it in his previous life, and he didn't like it in this life either.

The changes in the wind and sand in the desert must be beautiful if captured in photos or drawings. Just imagine, a vast dusk, golden sand all over the ground, the setting sun like blood, and a few rays of sunset outlined, what a beautiful scene it would be.

But if you live in the desert, you wouldn't want to see such scenery for a day.

Because only those who live in the desert know that the most beautiful sunset in the desert is actually a tornado.

It's just that the people in the desert have no choice and no choice. They can only endure the ravages of the storm and listen to outsiders praising the beauty of the desert sunset.

At this moment, Ziqin looked helplessly at the beautiful sunset. The camel he was sitting on was choked so hard that he could hardly breathe. However, this was not the time to feel sorry for the animal.

The guide wearing houhou cloth next to him roared at the top of his lungs. His voice was hoarse, and he felt like his vocal cords were being torn when he spoke.

Behind the guide are Ziqin's accomplices, about twelve or three people in total. They have been running desperately since they woke up from this world. From not knowing that the sunset represents a tornado to knowing that the sunset is a tornado, they block the progress of the tornado.

Ziqin had been running all along the way, so he never had time to count how many companions he had.

However, one thing Ziqin has already confirmed is that the desert and windy sand carry a depressing beauty. The only thing in this world that is related to the Condor Shooting.

"Rush past the mountain site in front and you will be safe behind the hillside. The tornado cannot blow away the mountain."

The guide's voice suddenly became excited. At the same time, Ziqin's eyes saw a huge hillside in front of him. He said it was a hillside. In fact, it was as bare as an ugly big stone, but this stone was a complete piece, connected to the earth.

, as if it itself grew from the ground, giving people an absolutely solid feeling.

There is absolutely no need to fear tornadoes while hiding inside this kind of stone.

For a moment, Ziqin also became excited, and the camel under his crotch seemed to be more powerful.

The group of people rushed across the hillside desperately, and there was a groove behind the hillside with their backs facing them. It seemed like a holy place that was born to avoid any wind and sand. At this time, there were houses in this holy land, although they were extremely simple earthen houses.

But the signboard erected at the door of the earthen house is really joyful.

This is actually a restaurant.

Before Ziqin even got close to the restaurant, he saw someone, a very familiar person, someone he had seen countless times before, in the white-haired world on TV and in movies. Ziqin was absolutely sure of what world he had arrived in.

Memories poured into his mind like water, and Ziqin suddenly knew his identity in this world and his current situation.

He is the swordsman of the Taiwei Mansion and a minion of the current imperial court.

Normally, the swordsmen of Taiwei Mansion should not be in the desert. The desert at this time does not seem to belong to the Song Dynasty no matter where it is. However, they have to come to the desert.

Because they have a mission, they need to capture a fugitive.

The memory ended here. Ziqin didn't know who the fugitives were, nor how they chased them to the desert. However, behind this small memory, there was another inconspicuous memory.

A few days ago, Ziqin hacked to death a person, a little boy. The boy had an older sister, a pretty good-looking sister. They had no parents, and only had a donkey and an old hen to depend on each other.

This is definitely not a good memory. Anyone who has watched East Evil and West Poison knows what will happen to the person who hacked the little boy to death. The current Hong Qi naturally cannot compare with the Hong Qi of later generations, but the current Hong Qi's martial arts are also different.

Absolutely not bad. If you have a sharp sword, you can be considered a good player in the world.

But Ziqin is now just a swordsman.

When he woke up, Ziqin found that all his martial arts skills had disappeared. He remembered those martial arts and every move and style of the Jiandao Sword, but he did not have the terrifying internal strength that he had before. Although he could use the Jiandao Sword, he could not use it.

Both the angle and the strength were ridiculously poor, not even as good as the Purple Gold Sword Technique that he spent two days mastering.

But what he is most familiar with now is a set of sword techniques that he doesn't know the name of. In Ziqin's eyes, this set of sword techniques can only be regarded as fancy tricks.

Needing to face Hong Qi and sealing his own martial arts, this should be the first problem. Maybe a mission can be generated if possible.

The pursuit of the fugitive may also generate a mission, but I don’t know who the fugitive is. If we put aside the distance between this world and the Condor, simply inferring from Wu Jue’s age, he should be around 117 at this time.

Between 1180 and 1180.

At this time, Xiao Feng had been dead for nearly a hundred years, and Huang Shang seemed to have just written the Nine Yin Manual, but he was already old. There should be no top masters in the world.

However, with his current strength, I am afraid that even third-rate masters cannot stop him. Even with these companions, he can only surround and kill second-rate masters, but he will definitely not be able to withstand first-rate masters.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ziqin's mind quickly, and he followed his companions into the tavern.

He has learned to think, and he has also learned to take advantage of the situation and never let himself stand out, of course, when his own strength is insufficient.

Although Ouyang Feng was a broker, he also opened a tavern. Naturally, a tavern owner had wine. Soon Ziqin was drinking with his group of companions in the tavern.

After serving the food and wine, Ouyang Feng still sat back at the door. He looked at the desert in front of him. A tornado had already blown. From the mountain col, he could see a pillar connecting the sky and the earth in the distance. From time to time, he could see some large animals such as camels.

Revealing half of the armor.

Ziqin picked up a jar of wine from his side, staggered out of the tavern and sat down next to Ouyang Feng.

He poured a large bowl of wine and brought it to Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng turned his face and looked at Ziqin, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. Perhaps people in his profession would be cautious and suspicious of everything.

"Don't worry, I am a military attache of the Song Dynasty. Even if you kill the entire desert, I will never arrest you."

Ziqin pressed the wine bowl on Ouyang Feng's hand, poured himself another bowl of wine, and poured it all into his mouth.

"There is a business, do you want to do it or not?"

As the wine entered his mouth and then into his stomach, Ziqin suddenly spoke in a deep voice. The sky in the desert had turned dark under the raging tornado, but Ziqin's eyes lit up in the darkness. He suddenly thought of a good idea.

Or this idea may not generate a mission, but it can definitely cause changes in the plot, and changes will cause changes. Changes to the system will cause chaos, and he will have the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos.

"I am a native, and I will do any business."

Ouyang Feng finally drank the wine poured by Zi Qin. Even though there is a kind of person who doesn't like drinking wine poured by strangers, he will never refuse the guest's request or any request.

"We will have cooperation soon."

Ziqin poured another bowl of wine for Ouyang Feng, but this time Ouyang Feng didn't drink anymore because Ziqin was not his guest yet.

Behind, someone grabbed Ziqin fiercely, but it was his companions. These guys couldn't see Ziqin while they were drinking, but when they looked around, they found that Ziqin actually ran outside the door to drink with Ouyang Feng. They were really big.

for dissatisfaction.

The cursing guy dragged Ziqin into the tavern. Ziqin was not annoyed, but turned around and gave Ouyang Feng an apologetic smile.

At this time, Ziqin was naturally not upset. Although he still didn't know what would happen in this world, he was sure that everything was related to Ouyang Feng. Now that he had met Ouyang Feng, he had taken the first step.

On the wine table, they toasted their companions with large bowls of wine and said apologetic words.

If there is a person who is familiar with Ziqin's performance in the world of famous people, he will be so surprised that he can't even close his mouth. At this moment, Ziqin doesn't have any of the arrogance he had in the world of famous people. At this moment, he looks like an honest person.

He was assigned his duty as a court eagle dog as his younger brother.

"This damn desert is really annoying. I don't know when we can go back to the Central Plains."

After drinking for three rounds, Ziqin suddenly sighed and spoke loudly.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the approval of many Taiwei Mansion swordsmen. Each of these guys slapped the table and cursed, cursing the fugitive, cursing this mission, and cursing this desert.

Among the many curses, Ziqin suddenly heard three words.

Recruitment and tenderness Murong Yan.

Ziqin didn't know whether it was Yan or Yan, but Ziqin was sure that what he said must be this sound. For a moment, Ziqin was sober from drinking. The fugitive they were chasing turned out to be Murong Yan, who belonged to this world.

Being alone and seeking defeat.

Murong from Suzhou, Jiangnan, and Dugu who was famous for his sword.

Ziqin suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh. He wanted to laugh. The person they wanted to hunt was actually such a person. With his current martial arts and the strength of these companions, this was an almost impossible task.

However, Ziqin didn't say a word. He continued to toast his companions with large bowls of wine until he was so drunk that he didn't even recognize himself.

Ziqin had four dreams that night, dreaming that he died four times, and was killed once by Dugu Qiubai, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng.

People who have many dreams at night must not get up too early. When Ziqin woke up the next day, it was already noon, and his companions were cleaning camels outside. It was hard to imagine that there would be wells in the desert.

, and there is actually water in the well.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when no one noticed that he was awake, Ziqin found Ouyang Feng again. This guy was actually pouring wine from a large jar into several small flasks.

Ziqin didn't know what it would be like if people in the martial arts world of the Wujue era saw Xidu pouring wine, but Ouyang Feng at this moment clearly had a hint of vicissitudes and sadness.

At this time, Ouyang Feng was by no means a good person, but he was also by no means a withdrawn person. He was someone who could make friends.

"I think there's an opportunity for us to work together."

Ziqin stood behind Ouyang Feng and spoke. As he spoke, Ziqin looked out the window at his companions.

"You probably don't have enough money."

Ouyang Feng was still drinking, but he uttered a sentence: Ouyang Feng took yesterday's drink money from their arms. Although they were drunk at the time, they still remembered it, so Ouyang Feng knew all the money they had.

However, Ziqin didn't understand why Ouyang Feng said he didn't have enough money. Could it be that he already knew what cooperation he was talking about, but how did Ouyang Feng know it before he opened his mouth.

As if hearing Zi Qin's question, Ouyang Feng put down the wine jar and flask and turned around. He also looked out the window. Zi Qin knew that Ouyang Feng had indeed understood what he meant by cooperation.

"Yesterday, you looked at them with murderous intent in your eyes."

Ouyang Feng's voice was extremely calm, but Ziqin's eyes narrowed slightly. Ouyang Feng in the Condor Shooting seemed to be far less observant.

"In addition to money, I also have knives. I think you must hope that someone will partner with you to support this store. Not everyone in this world is suitable for opening a store outside the Great Wall, especially in the desert."

After the shock passed, a faint smile appeared on Ziqin's lips, and he suddenly added another sentence at the end of his words.
To be continued...