Chapter 1 The gale leads the way, and Tianshan Road is cold and boundless

[Is the beginning of the cold city unusual]

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Time pulled back to a year ago...

The sky is yellow, the wind is yellow, and the sand is yellow. As soon as a burst of dust passed, the camel bell loomed from behind a sand dune, echoing in the silent sand sea, becoming more and more creepy. If there is no well-informed guide and knowledgeable old camel in this yellow sand in the north of the desert, it is tantamount to die.

This is a caravan.

This caravan not only has an old camel, but also a guide who is most familiar with Huangsha. A man who has been tossed in the yellow sand for 40 years - the head of the powerful Wanli Sand Dart Bureau is alone.

Twenty years ago, Dugu Wujiang set up a Wanli Sand Dart Bureau to escort goods for merchants in the desert. They are as valuable as silk and golden horses. They usually go to tea, porcelain and salt, and ten thousand miles of sand. The money of Wanlisha Dart Bureau has never been cheap, but the business has always been good, just because the name of Dugu Wujiang is worth this price. Although it is more expensive, the goods are still intact when you arrive at the warehouse, which is the most important thing. If it were another family, not to mention the thieves who were afraid of hiding in the yellow sand, even the storm in the desert could not be dealt with.

The last time the sand dart bureau lost its darts was 17 years ago. At that time, the Dugu boundless single horse swept the desert. Although it failed to recover the hidden goods in the end, when it came back, there was a string of notorious heads of domineering people in the desert behind the horsetail, with 175 heads.

Since that time, Dugu Wujiang has been known as the "Mobei Scorpion King".

If you dare to provoke this scorpion in the desert, you will be stinged all over his head.

Dugu Wujiang rode a jujube-colored horse at the front of the whole team. Looking behind him, he is the most entrenched poplar tree in the desert, old, desolate but energetic. The little dart master whispered to himself that this general dart head is rarely seen in the dart bureau, and the person who is not very in charge of the affairs, why did he personally go out to press this dart this time? Looking back at the sackcloth pocket on the camel, you can't see anything valuable when it is heavy.

The bag on every camel is not big, but it must be heavy. The camel's hoof stepped into the sand, leaving a deep sand pit every time it took. Several curious little darts masters also secretly bet that they were guessing what was in these sloppy, old and inconspicuous rag pockets. Some people said it was gold, some people said it was jewelry, and some people joked that it was a pile of scrap metal, but no one knows what it was.

I have experienced five fierce sandstorms.

Unconsciously, I have been walking in the desert for half a month.

They have never walked this road. But as long as the lonely date horse opens the way in front of them, they must follow.

No one dares to ask why they went here. No one dares to ask where to go. No one dares to ask what the dart is.

Because they know the unique temper.

"Dabao, have you seen the bodyguard entrusted by someone?" At the end of the team, a fat man had a bitter face under the hat, and sweat slipped down his head and neck to his chest, which was wet.

"I heard from Liu Sanye on duty that although he was on duty that night, he didn't know who entrusted the dart."

"It's impossible, how can there be such a thing." The fat man looked bitter and dragged down the hat to death.

"Master Liu, you also know that he is the closest one to us in the head of the big dart, and what he said is still fake?" The beard looked up at the scorching sun and wiped the sweat on his face. He remembered the miserable appearance of the first time he came out to escort the dart and his whole body was tanned. Today's sun is probably not worse than before, and he turned his face.

"Speak..." The fat man didn't give up and took out a sheepskin bag, "Do you take a sip of my water?"

When the bearded baby heard the water, he turned back rudely and took a big mouthful of the sheepskin bag. He wiped his mouth and said, "Master Liu said that he only saw a white shadow flashing and entering the dart head study at night. Two teas came out, and with a flash, they disappeared. Not to mention the appearance and identity, you can't even see whether the body is a man or a woman. That's simply not kung fu! How can there be such a fast light skill in the world?

"A flash of white shadow? Ha ha... Isn't that a ghost?" The fat man stuffed the sheepskin bag back into his arms with heartache, "I really want to get to the stack quickly, but I want to see who it is..."

Before the words fell, I only heard Dugu Wujiang's low voice - "Bang!"

The two looked up and stood alone. He made a stop gesture.

Huh, how did it stop?

Liu San, who has been alone for many years, knows his temper best. If the sun hadn't fallen from the sky for no reason and there were strange things such as cannibald sand in front of him, he would not have stopped the whole team suddenly.

Because in this big desert, loneliness has never been a cautious person. Forty years across the desert, nothing has frightened him in this desert. So he never needs to be cautious.

Liu San looked around, but there was nothing in front of him.

Only yellow sand, dancing in the wind and roaring.

"Someone."

Dugu Wujiang's pupil is tight.

Several big darts immediately pulled the reings behind Dugu Wujiang, and they dared not breathe.

With his many years of experience, there is absolutely no caravan within a hundred miles. So, there can't be anyone here! No dry food, no water, no camels, how can anyone!?!

Who will it be?

Coincidentally, as soon as the camel stopped, its listless eyes blinked twice, shook the camel bell and bent its legs and rested on the ground.

The yellow sand is rolled up. A man came from the sand dunes miles away.

bright red robe, long brown hair.

He lowered his head, as if walking leisurely on the path south of the Yangtze River and came slowly.

As soon as this person appeared, his scalp was numb, and he subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife. This person was by no means simple. Seeing him walking so leisurely against the camel team, Dugu Wujiang felt that it was a little difficult to breathe...

The wind swept close to the ground, and the sand hit the face with pain.

He was still so leisurely and almost cruelly coming towards him.

In the blink of an eye, it was very close, just three feet away.

Fresh open-like open-flowered, reckless cloud-like patterns. The clothes are spotless. Such bright clothes should only take the wine pot and appear in the small courtyard of the brothel, singing in the arms of the stunning flower leader. It shouldn't and can't appear in this damn desert.

Brown and red hair, drifting loosely. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face.

It's not his clothes, but what's in his hand.

He holds a head-like object in his left hand. The part is the long hair of the head. That's by no means a human head. It's impossible for a human head to grow such strange fangs from its mouth.

The left hand is just strange, and the right hand is deadly. Because his right hand seemed to be unintentionally on the handle of the knife.

knife. Silvery knife, slender knife without scabbard.

Insert horizontally in the waist of the back, with the knife handle facing down and the knife tip facing up.

He held his head in his left hand and touched the handle of the knife gently with his right hand, just like touching the girl in his heart.

Dugu Wujiang has never met such a person, such a knife.

Across the sand sea, he has experienced countless bloody battles, killed countless people, and encountered countless strange things. But he didn't even hear about the man in front of him.

The most dangerous and supernatural time should be the mummified corpse that climbed out of the sand under the moon and resurrected, right? However, I'm still not well.

Thinking of those, he is also the "Mobei Scorpion King" alone. He believes that in this desert, he is the master.

"Where do you want to go?" The man finally raised his head slowly. The voice is stiff and hoarse.

Everyone raised their ears and wanted to hear Dugu Wujiang say that "place"!

"Who are you? Do you dare to ask me about it?" Dugu Wujiang looked at his forehead scratching his eyelids all the way to the scar on the corners of his mouth. My heart is calm and calm.

"I shouldn't have asked you about it. However, as far as I know, this road can only go to one place. The man's eyes glanced at the whole caravan.

"Since you also know that place," Du Gu Wujiang smiled and looked straight, "Then you shouldn't ask more!"

"I heard that there is a scorpion king in Mobei, who has a bad temper." The man still stroked the handle of the knife.

"It's just that I'm alone!" Dugu Wujiang said loudly, "Do you still know me?"

"Anyway, I have to go there. Why don't I do it for you?"

"Are you alone and want to rob the darts?" Dugu Wujiang was stunned, revealing the contemptuous expression that you dared to rob the darts even if you have heard my name.

"It's not good for me to go there empty-handed."

"I'm afraid the brothers won't agree." Dugu Wujiang gave a look to the left and right darts.

A bald man slapped his horse and rushed to the man in red.

"Bah! Cut you to death, an unknown monster!"

When he arrived in front of him, he suddenly pulled the reeds, and the dark horse stood up. A wide-mouthed knife spread against the wind and followed the horse's posture and split the man in red.

This is the famous skill of this bald dart master "vulture". The horse helps the knife, not to mention a personal head. Even if it is a grinding disc, he can cut two halves.

"This knife..."

Everyone seemed to hear a contemptuous sigh.

"Gurulu..." The human head has fallen into the horrible huge mouth of the man in red's hand, chewing.

The vulture's body fell from the horse, and the blood sprayed high from its neck, instantly dyed a piece of yellow sand.

"This kind of knife can't kill me."

"Strange...strange...monster!" A young darts master, whose teeth were trembling, took three steps back.

As soon as the action is made, the whole team will be confused.

Dugu Wujiang suddenly took a breath of cold air. The eyes are about to stare out! Even he didn't see when this man made his hand. This person is by no means simple!

There is no retreat.

Dugu Wujiang roared: "You bastard, I'm afraid of a bird! Cut him off!"

Everyone patted the horse and drew knives. As soon as I rushed up.

Dugu Wujiang pulled out the knife around his waist.

He also uses a knife. A short knife. A short knife less than two feet long with a wide back. It's like half of a gold ring knife, which looks a little funny. However, no one who knows this knife can laugh when he comes out. The wound was stinged by the scorpion's tail at most a hole. He was stinged by the lonely knife of the Scorpion King, and he will die half his life.

Pulling out the knife, Dugu Wujiang** turned over from the horse, head down and foot up, and stabbed down with a knife. The figure in red seemed to have no time to react and did not move. Not to mention that he doesn't move, he just moves. Today's martial arts, there are only a handful of masters who can take his knife!

Dugu Wujiang shouted in his heart, die!

The blade is less than three inches to the eyebrows of the man in red, and it can no longer be cut down. A terrible force pressed on the blade. Because at this time, the left hand of the seemingly unmoved man in red has been gently loosened. The demon-like and strange head has flown out of thin air like lightning. The sound was the devil's fangs, which actually bit into his knife.

How can he think more? He shook his head, and the trembling from the knife made his mouth numb, and he could hardly hold the knife. What kind of power is this? Dugu Wujiang and the Hercules monk, known as the most strange power in the martial arts, did not feel the great power. Compared with that feeling, is it more than ten times stronger this time?

With a knife and people, he threw Dugu out. He turned over and barely stood firm, and the horrible head had disappeared from the knife. Dugu Wujiang looked at his treasure knife, the fine steel knife, leaving two rows of horrible tooth marks running through the knife body, and his eyes were about to bulge.

Looking at those teeth marks, people can no longer move.

The horrible head has bit his throat. The eyeball burst and was completely bulging.

The sword and shadow attacked again in an instant, and the red clothes slowly rose like a red cloud. The head chewed Dugu's neck in one bite, turning into a red light, and a bloody storm surged up. The red head was full of fierce light, and the fierce light flashed, and the head was shattered.

In the blink of an eye, only one person was still standing.

"The Scorpion King of Mobei, just these two." The man in red raised his hand, and his head obediently flew back to his control, still chewing, "Fortunately, you met me, otherwise how can this bodyguard be guaranteed to get the port?"

As soon as he raised his hand, the camels shook off the sand and stone one after another, and continued to move forward calmly. The red clothes are still the same, the yellow sand is still the same, and the wind is still the same, as if it was like this at the beginning, and it should be like this at the beginning...