Chapter 81 Robbery Feng Erdan

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An hour has passed, and Huang Wuji is far away from the place of murder. It seems that he is not in a hurry, but every step is more than ten meters, like shrinking into an inch.

Dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight, and the dark night did not bring any trouble to Huang Wuji. But it's easy to get lost at night. Huang Wuji found one to rest until dawn.

He casually found an open space, moved out the seat in the storage ring and put it on the ground. A table of hot food was also placed on it. Huang Wuji shook off his cheeks and ate it without hesitation. There was no discomfort after killing at all. The so-called killing wine and after dishes were probably like this.

He swept away all the food on the table in one breath. Huang Wuji took out the purple clay pot and took a gentle sip. As soon as his mind moved, a long sword appeared in his hand.

Yes, it was the Qinghong Sword, the sword of luck of the young master of the Zi family. It turned out that as early as the moment when the young master of the Zi family died, Huang Wuji received the storage ring. He looked at the red luck contained in the Qinghong Sword with the look of Qi and judged that it should be about 15,000 years, which was definitely a great harvest for him.

However, absorbing ten thousand years of luck is not the same as absorbing a thousand years of luck. Whether it is human or an alien, everyone will use their own fate, which is also a source of popularity.

The fate is also divided into three, six or nine grades, and the degree to which it can absorb air luck is also different. If a low life grid absorbs air luck unlimitedly, it will not be able to withstand being devoured by air luck, and good luck will also become bad luck.

Fortunately, the fate of Huang Wuji has merged with the tricolor Honglian, and it will not cause any damage in front of the tricolor Honglian, a sacred object.

The 15,000-year-old luck of the Qinghong Sword, the most difficult thing for Huang Wuji to absorb is how to eliminate the trace of purple family in the Qinghong Sword.

The Qinghong Sword has been in the hands of the young master of the Zi family for a long time. In addition to his own luck, it is also stained with a lot of spiritual weapons of the Zi family. If this sword is obtained by someone other than the Zi family, it will not play any role at all, unless the Qiyun sign of the Zi family is eliminated.

The most effective way to eliminate the mark in the Qinghong Sword is to mobilize the luck in the three-color Honglian to destroy it instantly. However, such a consequence is that the imperial Wuji's luck will consume a lot. Without a fixed value, it may be hundreds of years, thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years.

If it is the first two, Huang Wuji is acceptable. If it is the last one, the so-called gains outweigh the losses, which is a big loss. The tricolor Honglian is no longer the sacred thing of heaven and earth with endless luck. After recognizing the Lord, there is only 100,000 years of luck.

If you want to fight against a true spirit weapon with a 15,000-year-old pseudo-spirit and a red luck limit at the same time, some of them are too weak, and the luck that is accidentally consumed will not be a small number.

What's more, now that the Qinghong sword has been moved, it may be sensed by the people of the Zi family and found himself along the mark on the Qinghong sword. Huang Wuji looked at the Qinghong sword a few times and threw it back into the storage ring. He could only wait for Fangwai to think of a way. I hope that the purple family's spiritual weapon is not so far away.

As long as it is out of the coverage of the purple spiritual weapon, the difficulty will be reduced to very little, even effortless.

After eating and drinking enough, Huang Wuji couldn't help but have a headache. He was about to get to the Baiyun Fortress. How can he get in? Thinking about it, Huang Wuji fell asleep and slept until dawn.

Huang Wuji, who was hit by the sun into his eyes, slowly opened his eyes and patted his head. He probably hasn't been an ordinary person for a long time, and even forgotten the most basic attempts.

The so-called road guide in Zhongtu is just to record the name, height, where to live, and some other information. As long as you find a person who is as tall as you, you will not be entangled in his way guide. It's really annoying to think about those superfluous ideas before and put yourself in danger.

At this time, Huang Wuji finally remembered what was going on with the road guide and scolded himself for bothering.

Huang Wuji came out of the woods and walked to the main road. He looked left and right. They were all caravans walking. Basically, there was no scattered person. Even if he was fat or thin from time to time, his height was completely unequal.

Huang Wuji didn't look for it at all. Anyway, there will be more passers-by near Baiyun Fortress, and it will be more convenient to find a stand-in at that time. Huang Wuji spent a few taels of silver and casually found a caravan to take a ride and get off near Baiyun Fortress.

Originally, the boss of the caravan was still hesitant, but when he thought that it was only an hour away from the Baiyun Fortress, which was within the jurisdiction of the army, it was impossible for eye-catching bandits to make trouble. For the sake of money, he agreed.

Even if Huang Wuji had silver, the owner of the caravan carefully arranged him on the goods pulled by an open-air flat carriage, and several guards around him looked at him from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally.

Huang Wuji smiled and didn't say much. The caravan boss was right to be careful. If it's not far from Bai Yun, he didn't want to get into trouble. He closed his eyes and didn't say anything. Did he start slowly? " The Congenian Heart Sutra is used to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Since I left Kyoto, I haven't practiced the Innate Heart Sutra for a long time. However, the frequent use of King Kong quenching Boxing has made great progress. After many days of continuous fighting, it has also steadily entered the sixth level.

Intoxicated in the Connate Heart Sutra, time passed unconsciously. Huang Wuji, who closed his eyes, suddenly felt that someone was coming to him. His eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light looked at the person.

The boss of the caravan was shocked by the forced eyes. After coming to his senses, he found that there was nothing wrong with Huang Wuji. He thought he had caught a cold and didn't care and said, "This gentleman, Baiyun Fortress is about to arrive. Do you want to get out of the car!"

Huang Wuji looked up and looked ahead. The wall of the Baiyun Fortress was as high as a hundred feet, which was faintly visible. Huang Wuji nodded, and his left hand took out an extra ten taels of silver in his arms and handed it to the boss of the caravan. It was the fare agreed before.

The boss of the caravan took the silver happily and ran away without asking. Ten taels of silver is not much for the boss of the caravan, but it's different like the one picked up for nothing.

Huang Wuji jumped off the flatbed car and saw more and more passers-by walking alone. Although he had not found the right candidate, there was already hope in his heart.

Huang Wuji is like walking on the main road. In addition to the dust from the caravan from time to time, his eyes keep scanning alone passers-by.

"That's you!" Huang Wuji suddenly saw a middle-aged man about the same height as himself and followed him. Huang Wuji grabbed the other party's lumbar spine with his right hand, put his left hand around his neck, and gently said in the middle-aged man's ear, "I don't want to die, come with me!"

The middle-aged man had long been blinded by the bursting situation. He nodded in fear, and his feet were weak and swayed to follow Huang Wuji.

The two gradually moved away from the road, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrian caravans passing by. Entering the woods, Huang Wuji had just let go of the middle-aged man. With a bang, the middle-aged man fell to his knees, hugged Huang Wuji's thigh and cried while begging, "Uncle, let go of the little one. The little one is just an ordinary people. You can take whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me!"

Huang Wuji was so funny that he pulled up the middle-aged man and threw fifty taels of silver on the ground and said, "Show me your way. The silver is yours!"

The middle-aged man looked at the silver in the ground doubtfully, looked up at Huang Wuji and asked, "Uncle, you are serious!" After saying that, the middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of water and looked greedy at the silver on the ground.

"Of course, give me the way, and the silver is yours!" The middle-aged man heard what Huang Wuji said. After confirming it again and again, he grabbed the silver on the ground in his hand, and then took out a piece of white cardboard from his arms and gave it to Huang Wuji.

Huang Wuji took a look at the road guide. It said that Feng Erdan, 45 years old, is located in Xiaofeng Village, Zilin Chenggouzi. It also records how many people there is a family, what they are called, etc. It is very detailed, and the most special thing is that there is an extra portrait.

Seeing such a road guide, Huang Wuji is really helpless. The things and things of the common people have been forgotten for hundreds of years, and even the portraits on the road guide have been forgotten.

Huang Wuji was stunned with the road guide. Feng Erdan squatted on the ground nervously with silver in his arms, and his eyes were full of joy.

After thinking for a while, Huang Wuji looked at the guide in his hand, and there was no way. He said to Feng Erdan, "Return the guide to you!" Uncle, you are!" Feng Erdan didn't know why, but the silver in his hand was grasped tighter.

"Don't worry, silver is still your guide, I don't want it!" Huang Wuji is not a stingy person. He will grab the money sent there, but when he sees Feng Erdan, he can't laugh or cry.

"Really!" Feng Erdan looked at Huang Wuji as he spoke, and carefully picked up the guide with one hand. Huang Wuji smiled and took out two ingots and fifty taels of silver in his arms and appeared in his hand.

Feng Erdan looked at Huang Wuji with two more ingots of silver in his hand like a trick. His eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to grab it and hold it in his arms. But when I thought that the person opposite was not an ordinary person, he immediately became pitiful and depressed.

"Do you want it or not!" Huang Wuji held the silver and swayed in front of Feng Erdan. Feng Erdan's heart was almost gone, and he nodded desperately.

"It's not impossible to want it. Is there any way for you to let me sneak into the Baiyun Fortress!" As soon as Huang Wuji's words were finished, Feng Erdan suddenly reacted and looked at Yinzi's eyes were much more sober.

"Master, you must guide the way to enter Baiyun Fortress!" Feng Erdan is greedy for money, and he is not a fool. On the contrary, he is a little clever. Bringing strangers into Baiyun Fortress is a death penalty.

"I lost my way, otherwise I wouldn't have robbed you!" Huang Wuji looked at Feng Erdan helplessly. It may be that Huang Wuji's performance is too realistic, or Feng Erdan fell in love with two ingots of silver and asked, "What you said is serious!"

"Of course, you think I'm lying!" Huang Wuji shook the silver and dazzled Feng Erdan's eyes. It was a hundred taels plus fifty taels in his hand, a total of one hundred and fifty taels. He could live well for five or six years without doing anything.

Feng Erdan hesitated and took 150 taels of silver and compared it with his life. Just as Feng Erdan was thinking about it, Huang Wuji also saw the other party's scruples. He smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said with two ingots of silver in his hand.

"Feng Erdan, look, how can't you add more!"

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