Chapter 1 Myth and Light

The infinite Gobi is located in the far west of Qinchuan mainland.

This is an inesight desert with a variety of creatures and climates. The temperature difference between day and night is often 40 to 50 degrees. The strange natural environment renders the desert mysterious. In the harsh climate, all kinds of creatures are still here to mate or fight. This is an alternative hell.

There is a legend that you can reach the continent of Yama without crossing the ocean and crossing the infinite Gobi.

Qinchuan and Yama continent are indeed only torn apart by this infinite Gobi, but no one has ever dared to travel through the infinite Gobi alone. In the thousand-year history of Qinchuan mainland, except for some powerful and fearless caravans, no one dares to easily challenge the infinite Gobi to come to Qinchuan. However, there is always a myth that there is indeed a single road buried in the infinite Gobi, known as the "one horse flat river" and can accommodate 100,000 troops to cross it comfortably.

More than a thousand years ago, Qinchuan mainland once rose an empire and conquered the Yama, which is currently separated by the West Sea from the hinterland through "one horse flat river", which was the most glorious era of the Qinchuan people.

The infinite Gobi is so mysterious, but it is also full of danger. In addition to the climate, there are also creatures. Of course, the most dangerous creatures are people, in which there are the most fierce horse thieves who steal wealth and rape and kill women.

The sky was bright, and the north wind suddenly rose, blowing the whole mountain city with a cloud of dust and coldness. The small city is backed by the infinite Gobi. Although several empires in the Asian continent will never attack Qinchuan from the legendary "Yima Pingchuan", a small fortress is still built here, and there is an army of 500 people stationed there.

The sentries standing on the wall looked meticulously outside the city. They tried to look far away. Sometimes because the wind and sand were too big, they were fascinated and refused to blink easily. For them, blinking sometimes means losing their lives. Back Mountain City will not welcome those barbarians in Yama, but because of the gradual start of the economy, it has become an important commercial gathering place in Xichuan, and has often been attacked by horse thieves in recent years.

Especially in the early morning, sentries are the least afraid to doze off, because horse thieves in the infinite desert often attack at this time. Early morning is the time when people's willpower and attention are weakest.

The sound of camel bells in the distance attracted the attention of the sentry. The sentry put his ear to the ground, not the horseshoe sound of the horse thieves, and he was very happy. Horse thieves come in groups, and the sound of horseshoes will be much louder. But in the eyes of the sentry, the strange scene in the distance made him feel strange.

A boy who was not as tall as a horse led a camel, while an old man lay on the camel. The old man held a cloth in his hand and pulled the cloth on the boy every ten times or so.

Therefore, in the early morning of the mountain city, there was a very rhythmic sound, "Ding bell, jingle, jingle, bang."

Strangely, the little boy didn't seem to feel pain and pulled the camel with pain, but his face was full of smiles.

I was beaten again, and the little boy trembled and said, "Grandpa, although your whip hurts me a little, my heart feels extremely happy. It's really strange."

The old man in a gray shirt closed his eyes and had no intention to explain the reason, nor seemed to want to enjoy the slightly humid air in the morning. He closed his mouth and kept silent. Pa!" Did you hit it again to break the silence?

The boy didn't mean to shut up and continued to say, "Grandpa, I memorized the formula you asked me to read the other day, and I should remember it again today! Let me recite it for you."

"The pulse floats on the body surface, the spirit is hidden in the heart and spleen, the energy is collected in Dantian, and the spiritual sense gathers the brain..."

The old man listened to the little boy talking constantly, and the whip was a little heavier, which made the boy snor coldly. But after the boy hummed, he began to think about it again.

The old man shook his head and said to himself, "If I had known that I had killed you last night, I would have been quiet today."

The little boy was not afraid of threats, and his mouth continued to mutter.

The camel staggered to the gate. The sentry looked at the pass to enter the city in the old man's hand and let go of the gate. Although the city does not look elegant enough, the gate looks damaged and vicissitudes because it has been attacked by horse thieves all year round.

The sentry carefully looked at the two people who entered the customs. The old man had a kind face, narrowed his eyes, and his long beard looked like a fairy bone. Unfortunately, his back was a littletuo, otherwise he really felt a little immortal. The boy seemed to be sunburned by the wild sun in the desert, and his face was scorched, but his dark eyes kept dripping, looking very exciting.

This scene is really a little strange when the young child leads the camel and the old man raises the whip. Especially for looking at the red scars on the child's body because of being beaten. The sentry shook his head, sighed, and said in his heart: This boy is really pitiful. He was tortured so much by an old man who likes to abuse children, but sympathy is sympathetic.

The old man got on the camel and continued to drive the little boy on the road with a whip. The little boy's mouth was jumping strange words again.

"Grandpa, do you know why the morning in the desert is so comfortable?" The boy paused for a moment and saw that the old man did not respond. He answered herself, "My mother said that because at noon and night in the desert, one was so hot and the other was so cold, the morning was relatively comfortable."

"Grandpa, do you know why you can see so many stars in the desert night?"

"My mother said that because the desert is the treasure of Qinchuan, people will go to the desert when they die and then become stars."

"Grandpa, do you know why there are no big trees in the desert, only cactus?"

"My mother said that because Wag, the god of the desert, doesn't like the green things in it the most, she will eat all the green things. Dashu thought of a way and turned into a thorny cactus. The sand had no way to eat, and Wagner had no choice but to leave the cactus.

"Grandpa, my mother said"

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"What a strange child!" The old man sighed and said to himself.

The boy began to be in this state in the desert, talking without fear of wasting saliva. In this water-scarce desert, saliva is also very important. The old man sighed, "If I don't see that you are a red thunder object, I will feel sorry for your talent. A few days ago, in the horse bandit village, your little mouth had been closed long ago.

The boy laughed and said, "Grandpa, I have to thank you. My mother said that Ma Bandits are all bad people. So you did a good thing by killing them.

The old man looked indifferent, but he sneered in his heart. The word "thank you" has not been heard in his ear for a long time. Killing horse thieves, or killing people, is just one of my hobbies. The reason why I let this little boy go is because I am very interested in the Red Thunder celestial body. This talent magical power makes the human body's ability to improve its recovery ability and resistance exceed that of ordinary people. The day before yesterday, the refining body of the unique martial arts three veins true scriptures was passed on to the boy, and the strong sunlight in the endless desert day just let the boy refine his body.

A rare talent in hundreds of years, how to evolve, observe for a period of time, may understand the martial arts from the changes.

"Is it a pity that you were bitten by Tika Xian when you were a child and couldn't absorb internal force. If the red thunder celestial body can condense the true qi and polish it for me, there will be another myth in the world within 20 years. After saying this, the old man felt a little regretful, because the little boy must have followed the words and chattered again.

I don't know if it's a regret for saying more, "Bang!" The old man threw another whip.

The boy frowned and said, "When my mother was still alive, she said she wouldn't let me practice martial arts, so one day she brought a strange snake and let it bite me."

The old man calmly had a wave on his face and said, "Your mother actually knows that Tika Xian can disperse Dantian's anger, so that she is not an ordinary person."

The boy was a little proud and said sadly, "They all said that my mother is a talented person. Unfortunately, he was killed by the thief.

The old man didn't say anything more and continued to wave the whip.

Thinking of his dead mother, the boy choked a little and said, "You killed the thief yesterday, so thank you!"

The old man sighed in his heart. He traveled across Qinchuan and Yama for so many years and sincerely heard two words of thanks. This is really a strange child!

Since three years ago, his mother committed suicide in despair, and the boy was holding back. Those thieves finally died. Although he did not die at his own hands, his mother could rest in heaven. The boy looked at the seemingly kind old man. He knew that this was not a real good person. The seemingly kind old man was cold-blooded and cruel. On the day in the village, countless people fell in front of him. There are those who hate themselves and those who have helped themselves.

He is both my benefactor and my enemy, and this idea popped up in the boy's mind.

Although the back mountain city is very small, the economy does not seem to be depressed. A large number of * camping here attract merchants or rangers of all kinds of tourists. In public, they show their breasts and even have sex. In the morning, sporadic prostitutes lay on the open floor or on the white woman's body with dark eyes.

Because it was rumored that someone found a small gold mine here decades ago, many people came here to search for gold. With the increase of people, the economy was driven, and the back mountain city slowly became an important trading city in Xichuan County. In this small city, smugglers, * and veterans are full of, forming a deformed society.

With the economy, there is a gap between the rich and the poor, so there is a collective that hates the rich. I don't know when there were several horse thieves outside the back mountain city and attacked the back mountain city from time to time. In recent years, the back mountain city has been broken more often, but the horse thieves never do anything. Every time they rob and kill it, they never kill it. Slowly, the garrison did not resist with all its strength. More often, it let the horse thieves come in and let them take it off at will, and the horse thieves did not easily hurt the lives of the people. The people in the mountain city call the horse thief the official boss, and those sentries are the second official.

walked into the inn, and the old man asked the boy to arrange for the second child to take the camel away. There are only a few people in the old city inn. It's too early. * They haven't got up yet, otherwise the popularity of this small shop will be two or three times higher.

The two casually found a seat and sat down. Xiao Er came down and greeted him kindly, "What do you want, guest officer?"

The old man said flatly, "Let's have some steamed buns and some light dishes."

Xiao Er was obviously not satisfied with the old man's consumption level, but he said enthusiastically, "Well, wait a minute, guest officer!"

After arranging the food, the old man suddenly turned his head and looked at the guests at the table behind him. The boy looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat half lying on the table eating. It seemed a little strange. How to describe it? It's too bold.

The middle-aged man poured a sip of wine into his mouth and stuffed a large amount of dried beef into his mouth. His cheeks moved, and the things in his mouth seemed to be about to be full.

After drinking wine, he finally swallowed something. The man suddenly laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect to see mythical figures far away here."

The old man was unusually calm and replied, "What's more unexpected is that two mythical characters can appear far away here at the same time."

The middle-aged man dried the wine in the bowl, took the jar, filled it, and said domineeringly, "The old devil of money is worthy of the money. Overnight, he actually killed the famous horse thief gang in the endless desert. I really admire the old and weak women and children!"

"There are not many people in the world who dare to call me old money. I heard it again today. It's really refreshing. Unfortunately, killing horse thieves is not smooth enough. The old man was still very serious, but the boy beside him couldn't help shaking. Although he was very bold by nature, after all, he was a child. Recalling the corpses all over the mountain, he couldn't help but be a little scared again.

This time, the simple middle-aged man like farming in the village lowered his head and put a small piece of beef in his mouth and continued: "The horse thieves killed it. I shouted well. Why did you kill those women and children in the village!"

The boy seems to remember that Wu Xiong, Tan Min, the sons of those horse thieves, although those people are very bad to themselves and often bully themselves, after all, they have been together for so long and always have a little emotional.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. Suddenly, he looked at the old man's every move, as if he could kill the old man at any time.

The old man said lightly, "Well, since you have called me old money - monster, devil, devil, devil, demon king, isn't it normal for me to kill people? All the men have been killed, and women and children can't live. It's better to give them some pleasure.

The middle-aged man put away his angry expression and said calmly, "Money Wuhen, you Blue-blooded Demon Sect has always thought that killing is a very normal thing. But you have to pay the price today.

"Haha!" The old man laughed and said, "For decades, except for Ren Heng and Tang Ran, no one dared to talk to me like this. Today, there is one more of you. Don't be single-minded in chivalrous mythology. Bold and domineering, I like your personality, so I will take your life today. If you have the confidence to take my life, you might as well come quickly.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and slowly handed it to the old man. The wine bottle pushed slowly, showing a strange trajectory. At the same time, as the wine bottle glide, the whole space seemed to collapse, and the airflow was completely swallowed up by the gliding trajectory.

The middle-aged man's name is Mo Yixin. Together with the old man, he is one of the six myths in Qinchuan mainland today, and is known as the chivalrous myth. Chivalry has been famous for ten years. He once killed ten corrupt officials for the death of a people, but in the end, he was pardoned by the current Qinchuan emperor and gave him the name of chivalrous myth. Today, he fought for the slaughter of the horse thief gang, which shows its chivalry. And the seemingly kind old man on the opposite is the magic myth that has been famous in Qinchuan for 30 years. Two mythical masters met, and there were no spectators in this distant small city, which seemed strange.

At a table a little far away from the two tables, there were two people, obviously martial arts people. They had guessed the identity of the two, so when they saw the middle-aged man take action, they were a little panicked and were afraid of touching the pond fish and rushed out of the door, but in fact, it was too late. The huge air suction made them unable to move.

Mo Yixin's move made use of You Longjue, which seems simple, soft, slow and powerless, but in fact contains the power and explosive power that ordinary masters can't imagine.

Looking at Qian Wuqi suddenly straightened his back, as if emitting light. At this moment, no one doubted that he was a Taoist fairy. I only heard Qian Wuhen's mouth read: There is a rumor in the world that Mo Yixin's martial arts have not yet reached the realm of myth. Today, it seems that this rumor is really nonsense.

In response to this row of overwhelming strength, Qian Wuhen's movement seemed to be slower. He straightened his back in a hurry, stood up, and slowly swept the boy away with his right hand. The palm of his left hand stroked his chest inward, and his long shirt suddenly floated.

He is not ready to block and is not allowed to attack!

However, there was no reason for the handover of Qi and Qi, and they sneered. The martial arts to their level can no longer be described. It seems to be calm, but the inn has a sense of suffocation, and most of the air is called by these two people.

The competition of martial arts masters can be seen by ordinary people, but they can't understand it! The boy looked at the wanton and arrogant atmosphere in the field and couldn't help worrying about whether it was excitement or fear.

The battle between mythical figures made the morning of the whole mountain city seem to be suddenly restless at this moment. Slowly, the boy felt chest tightness and breathless breathing because the two attracted the aura of heaven and earth.

Finally, the wine bottle exploded before it reached the old man's side. The middle-aged man jumped up gently, with his left palm horizontally behind him and his right palm changing thousands of times, while the old man seemed to be several times larger, his left hand was still in front of his chest, and his right hand swinging horizontally.

All the wins and losses have been revealed in an instant. Mo Yixin knew that he had lost this battle. The vision of the old man was not only a visual impact, but also a bloody sunny day. The so-called illusion, a world, come into contact with that world, and the magic myth can make it impossible for them to save the defeat.

The middle-aged man was desperate, and he saw thousands of right palms returning to one, focusing on the old man's left hand in front of his chest. The huge power did not cause the imaginary guarantee. The old man's face flashed red, and his right hand came horizontally. Before the middle-aged man could block it, his right shoulder was slapped and flew backwards out. The middle-aged man rolled four or five meters on the ground and slowly got up. His left hand was still behind him, and his right hand bounced the dust on his body.

The old man smiled and said, "It's really good to be able to attack me, but I can't pursue him. From today on, you can really be called a chivalrous myth.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. He smiled boldly and said, "I lost this battle, but I will one day find justice for those old and weak women and children in the infinite desert."

The old man humps his back and said, "Then I'll wait for you to find justice." Ten years, I can fight with the old man at that time.

The middle-aged man didn't answer. He slowly walked into the inn, casually found a table, took a wine jug, and left, "It doesn't take ten years, five or six years later!"

Looking at the middle-aged man slowly walking away, the old man sighed. Unexpectedly, the new generation of masters rose so fast that they hurt themselves today. I haven't felt hurt for decades.

As Mo Yixin went away, the guests in the inn slowly got up from the ground, and the two Taoist people rolled out of the inn. Qian Wuhen, the suzerain of the blue-blooded demon sect, although he has no longer led the cruel people of the demon sect to kill everywhere in recent years, his fierce and crueltyranny has been deeply imprinted on everyone who enters the world. They are not only legends, but also myths!

The boy next to him finally recovered, but saw a fingerprint on the old man's gray shirt from the side and asked worriedly, "Grandpa, are you all right?"

Qian Wumu turned his head and said, "Of course it's okay! Go and ask Xiao Er to help us clean up a good room and come out.

Before the little boy came to greet him, the second child immediately came to greet him enthusiastically and said, "There is a good house upstairs at this moment."

Qian Wuhen took the little boy upstairs, threw a silver cake on the table where he had just stood, and said, "This is regarded as compensation." As soon as the silver cake touched the table, the Eight Immortals table suddenly cracked and smashed completely. The second child downstairs didn't dare to pick silver cakes.

The boy reacted quickly and shouted, "Awesome!"

The old man looked at the boy's surprised face and asked, "by the way, what's the child's name?"

The boy recovered and shouted, "Grandpa, I've said it many times. My name is Xu Ge!"

The old man said "Oh" and stopped talking and walked into the room.

The old man found a window seat and sat down, but he was not in a hurry to heal his wounds. For such people, injuries can no longer be recovered through recuperation. Imagine that a weapon polished with special materials and methods is damaged. If you want to recover, it is impossible to just rely on polishing and need special materials to repair it.

Sitting like this all day, the old man did not move, and Xu Ge kept talking. The day in the desert has turned into night.

The old man closed his eyes and finally whispered indifferently, "Xu Ge, you go to bed and get up early tomorrow. You have to go."

Xu Ge was always full of impulse for the old man to take the initiative to talk to him, but this time, he closed his mouth and his heart was full of emotion. Xu Ge, get up early tomorrow!" This is what my mother once said to herself every day, although at this moment, he also felt warm from the mouth of a cold and even horrible old man.

There were candles on the table of the inn, swaying, and Xu Ge's eyes gradually opened with the swaying light.

As long as there are human beings in this world, even in the darkest place, they can find light!