Sorcerer

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When the light of the brilliant clouds in the western sky reached the Jiazi Zhengying Site, it lost its grandeur and magnificence and became dark and gloomy. Shi Le stood between the broken walls and broken tiles, slowly opened her peach-like eyes, her eyes became dull in the mist, and a raving voice floated out of her lips: "Did I do something crazy?" ?”

There was no response to the voice, and the owner of the lamb had already left the ruins, walking eastward with a slanted shadow.

After leaving the city, crossing the same forest, and crossing the Aoke Mountain Ridge, after more than ten days of trekking, Manghuang City appeared in front of my eyes as expected, dilapidated like ruins under the gloomy sky.

This city, which is less than three hundred miles away from Manrengou, is the closest stop to Manrengoulian in Wumaxi's itinerary. Completely left behind.

But the path Wumaxi desires more is to follow Zhuangzhou Road in the north of the city all the way to the northwest. At the end of that road, five hundred miles away from Manghuang City, there is a place Wumaxi really wants to go— Chiliyuan.

Before Gao Qianhu died, he made a few simple outlines. In the past few days, Wu Maxi found the exact same lines when reading the "Picture of Tianshu". What those lines outline is Chiliyuan.Finally, Gao Qianhu left a deep point in the center of the map. Wu Maxi believed that there must be some secret hidden in that point, a secret that Gao Qianhu was unwilling to bring underground.

Besides, there is another reason why Wu Maxi wants to go there. Tai Yin once left footprints there, very deep footprints. Thirty years ago, Taiyin slapped Daxingdian hard.

Wu Maxi stood on the last ups and downs of the Aoke ridge, and there was the scream of a flying dragon in the sky covered with lead clouds. His eyes followed the sound and landed on the two flying cavalry, and slowly wandered along with the flying cavalry. .

"Da Xingdian." There was a touch of helplessness in his eyes.

With the two lives of the Daxingdian on his back, it is impossible for him to travel in the northwest at will. In addition to changing his appearance and hiding his tracks, he must leave the northwest and enter the Central Plains as soon as possible before the big raid of the Daxingdian arrives. , and the trip to Chiliyuan can only be saved for the next time.

Wu Maxi withdrew her gaze, and walked down the last high point with heavy steps.

Although the tall city walls of Manghuang City are still dying in the years, their functions have already existed in name only. There are countless ropes hanging from the city walls. This is a simple passage built by the people in the city. Hold the rope, walk up and down the city wall like a gecko.

Wu Maxi chose to enter the city at the southwest corner of the city wall, perhaps because of the narrow Yuanjia Road, she unexpectedly met Yue Gan with a shovel beard thousands of miles away.

The two were less than ten meters apart, each pulling a rope.

Yue Gan stared angrily at this enemy, obviously intending to compete.

"One, two, hey... you, you..."

Wu Maxi had already left in the midst of the order, Yue Gan didn't care about the verbosity, and quickly sped up his hands, but unfortunately he hadn't climbed halfway, the unruly boy had already stood on the city wall, facing his own rope come.Yue Gan shouted anxiously: "Don't cut it, brother, don't cut it."

Fortunately, the boy turned to go down the city wall halfway, and when Yue Gan climbed up the city wall with trembling hands and feet, he couldn't see the back of the other party.Standing on the city wall, Yue Gan felt his back go cold, and he slapped himself hard: "I knew that kid wasn't particular, so I'd give you a fart."

After all, it is the center of the northwest region. Manghuang, which looks shabby on the outside, has a prosperous inside. Due to the gloomy weather, it gets dark earlier than usual. Before six o'clock, the street is already very dark. The ambient lights gradually come on, embellishing the whole street like a dream.

The signboards in the northwest region are usually not detailed, but they are extremely majestic and occupy a large area. Often a storefront is full of signboards except for the doors and windows. This is the case with the inn where Wu Maxi stayed.

The full name of the inn is Yunlou, and the two-character signboard was spread out to more than ten meters by the store, traversing the entire storefront, just in line with the left and right signboards, thus forming a more atmospheric signboard: The most fragrant in the world, Yunlou Banya Zhang.

Wu Maxi, who had been cleansed from all the dust, sat on the floor, and in front of her was a six-view painting with a complicated composition. This was "The Shadow of a Fox in Qingqiu" obtained from the Moon Bracelet.

Apart from rushing along these days, Wu Maxi spent most of her time studying this exquisite artistic conception.

As far as the structure of the artistic conception is concerned, "The Fox Shadow of Qingqiu" belongs to the elegant and gorgeous genre. It does not have the dreamy romance of "Summer Night Yingying", the rigor and harshness of "The Curse of the Corpse", and the rude and unreasonable "Awakening of Insects". There is no self-control and forbearance without the artistic conception of Ziji.In its structure, there is a kind of goddess-like charm, but there is a bit of wit and playfulness at the top of the arc of the tip of the pen.All in all, this is an artistic conception with a very obvious feminine style.

Interestingly, from the analysis of the principle, this is obviously a form-controlling artistic conception that strengthens the body, but the structure of this artistic conception is not suitable for the display of red, orange and yellow spiritual power, but is more suitable for blue spiritual power, especially Sky blue se is the most suitable.

Such an awkward artistic conception rarely appears after the mainland's three-pointer.

Wu Maxi only wanted to learn the finer points of this artistic conception, and had no plans to meddle in it for the time being.

At the third shift of the night, Wu Maxi put away the blueprints, checked the arrays arranged in the room, and started the daily routine of cultivation.

Early the next morning, Wu Maxi sat on the third floor of Yunlou and had breakfast.

There were about a dozen guests upstairs, but they all seemed to be lazy and seldom spoke.

It was still very cloudy outside, and after a night of smoldering, the clouds became much heavier, pressing against the sky, making one feel tight in the chest.

There was a crisp cry from the top floor of Shenxianju near the left, and two flying dragons spread their wings and burrowed towards the dull sky.

"Get off!"

There was a violent shout like a thunderbolt, and even the dark clouds in the sky rolled violently.

The two flying dragons instantly lost the ability to move, fell straight down from the sky, and fell behind the staggered eaves.

Wu Maxi pressed her restless heart and stared blankly at the top floor of Shenxianju, with a bit of fear in her eyes.

The few guests upstairs all raised their heads and looked at each other, everyone's faces were pale with horror.

"My god! Whose baby is this, with such a loud voice?" The fat man with a round body was holding a pink handkerchief embroidered with golden peonies, tremblingly wiping the mixed rice porridge on his face.

"Whose baby? The one who repaired the house!" A shriveled old man with a goatee said on the ground.

The tiger roared and the sky collapsed, Naxiu!

Although there are not many people upstairs who have heard the roar of the tiger and the collapse of the sky, who has never heard of the reputation of Naxiu who is said to be able to roar down the sky? Everyone's face changed, or jumped for joy, or It was fear, or pretending to be calm, to name a few.

A big man with a snub nose extended his bare right arm out of the window, and a drop of cold rain fell on his palm. Then the heavy and dull sky seemed to be pierced, and the torrential rain poured down, blinding everyone's sight in an instant.

The diners upstairs finally regained their spirits, and two impatient Jingxiu jumped out of the third floor through the window, braved the rain and rushed in the direction of the Immortal Residence, braving the wind and rain, the excitement was quite heroic.The rest of the diners quickly gathered near the window, watching the heavy rain outside, and set up a Tianmen formation eloquently.

"It's really a fucking tiger roaring and falling, so much rain that won't come down from the sky, it roared down in one voice." The lion-nosed man retracted his wet arm and gave a thumbs up in praise.

A tall and thin man next to him replied with lingering fear: "That's right, this voice is so fierce that my heart almost burst out."

All the people around joined together, and a dwarf with a tumor at the corner of his eye said, "I dare not let go of the hand that presses my chest."

"I've never seen the world before." The shriveled old man took a sip of the mistletoe and said disdainfully, "This is the end of the world? It's far away."

"Isn't this a collapse of the sky?" The dwarf looked at the old man curiously, and the tumor at the corner of his eye twitched with his eyelids.

"If you really heard the roar of the tiger and the collapse of the sky, it would be strange if you could stand up." The shriveled old man looked like a master.

"Senior, could it be that you have heard of the real Tiger Roaring Sky Crash?" the dwarf asked.

"The old man has really heard of it." The shriveled old man spoke very leisurely and slowly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but his pride was undisguised from the corners of his brows and eyes.

The lion-nosed man was curious in his heart, pretending to be disdainful on his face, and said: "Tch, I have seen Ge Sihong fight a toad."

According to legend, Ge Sihong, the dean of the White Elephant Realm Institute, likes to watch toads fight. The cartoonists on the Tianshu Continent have created nearly a hundred cartoons based on this theme. The dean's expression on the screen All kinds of wretchedness can be described as a model of being old and disrespectful.

However, the scene of the dean fighting toads only exists in legends, and the mainstream views in both the cultivation world and the secular world believe that this is nonsense, just as nonsensical as the legend of Jian Shuangcheng falling in love with Shi Qinglan.

"Young man, this old man has eaten more salt than you have ever eaten. How dare you show off in front of this old man with a mere aggressive method?" The aggressive method is between conspiracy and conspiracy, and it tests people's mentality, not knowledge. If you wear it, you won't be fooled. The shriveled old man was obviously irritated, but he just refused to admit it.

"cut!"

This short word made the old man lose his only reserve in an instant, his pupils dilated several times, and he said, "Hmph! What do you know, junior? Have you heard of the wedding of the Tiger God 25 years ago? Hmph!"

"Wedding in Bingcheng?" The snub-nosed man's eyes were immediately attracted.

"Huh, you actually know about the wedding in Bingcheng?" The old man's tone was a little surprised.

The rest of the people were a little unclear, so they asked one after another: "What is a wedding in Bingcheng?"

The lion-nosed man shrugged and said, "It's the wedding in Bingcheng."

Everyone was very dissatisfied, they turned their heads one after another, and asked the old man one after another, all kinds of flattering words came out.

The old man's face was pale, he looked up at the fairy house outside the window, picked up the bowl and took a sip of mistletoe, and said: "You don't need to know the specifics. The real tiger roars and the sky collapses, and it's like a big mountain It's like being pressed against the body, I can't even breathe out, every muscle in my body is beating accordingly, what comes out of the hair is not sweat, but blood. As for this voice, it's that family's tiger roar, yes, when it comes to the collapse of the sky, Not necessarily."

"Isn't it the tiger roaring and the sky falling?" The dwarf's face was full of disappointment.

"Of course not!" The old man drank the celery in the bowl in one gulp, with a proud and heroic expression on his face, "Only the God of Tiger can roar the real roar of the tiger. Since the God of Tiger 20 years ago Entering Chaotic Realm, Tiger Roaring and Sky Crash has long been a swan song."