Sorcerer

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"Life is like artistic conception, its splendor is presented in every turning and ups and downs."

Standing in front of the window, Wu Maxi suddenly thought of Ge Xuanming's words.Originally thought that this trip to the Northwest would end with an embarrassing escape, but he didn't want to suddenly jump out of Wen Song to ward off the disaster. []

The heavy rain outside the window was still pouring endlessly, making a crisp and dense sound on the roof tiles.

A blue chariot appeared in the field of vision, braving the heavy rain, walking on the street paved with bluestone slabs, the blue sword horned horse pulling the cart was like a machine made of stone, walking at a constant pace, quietly stepping on the ground like an ink painting on the street.

Wu Maxi and her father had also trekked in such heavy rain during the days of hustling corpses in the southwest, and they knew that this was definitely not a pleasant trip, and God's bad temper was enough to break a fragile traveler.But no matter how bad the weather is, there is never a shortage of poor people running around for their lives. This is the true face of this world.

"Roar!"

A loud roar suddenly sounded in the torrential rain, and the whole world trembled. The torrential rain stopped amidst the roar, and only a few drops fell, like tears of aggrieved children.

Wumaxi stood leaning against the window with a calm expression, looking at the Immortal Residence not far away, that rare and exquisite building in the northwest region was crumbling in the sky.

"what!"

The roar sounded again, and the heavy rain followed the roar and poured down again.

After trembling violently, the Shenxianju began to collapse like an avalanche, broken tiles and eaves flew around, and a broken beam fell in the air, like a giant cudgel waved by a god, towards the slowly passing green frame. The chariot fell down fiercely.

The man in coir raincoat driving the car jumped up, like a koi jumping out of the water, and swept his leg on the thick nanmu beam, and immediately swept the beam into two pieces, and the long section slammed heavily on the bluestone pavement. On the floor, the short segment shot towards the rainstorm sky, appearing in front of Wumaxi like a cannonball.

Wumaxi was shocked, and the artistic conception of stretching her bow was activated instantly, and she jumped to avoid it dangerously.The broken beam flew up obliquely, scraping the corner of the clothes, and disappeared after smashing through the roof, leaving only a hideous hole, like the mouth of a wild beast howling at the sky.

Wu Maxi stood in front of the shattered window, watched the outline of the green chariot in the heavy rain driving out of her sight at a constant speed, and took a deep breath with lingering fear.

"Uncle Ning, what happened outside?" A crisp voice came from inside the carriage, sounding like a gentle girl.

"The Immortal House is down, it's nothing serious." The driver's voice was bright, but there was obvious worry in his brows.He lowered his head to look at his palm, and there was a disk in his palm. The texture of the disk was as smooth as white jade, but it was covered with dense micro-cracks.He sighed imperceptibly, put the disc away, raised his head and drove forward.

The plain green chariot slowly drove up the wide Jingzu Street, and the man in coir raincoat lightly swung the reins in his hand, and the horse with horns and horns seemed to be in the right place, speeding up its pace and trotting towards the distant city gate.

"Uncle Ning, it's raining so hard outside, you'd better sit in the car." The voice from inside the car sounded again, floating clear and clear in the humid air.

The man driving the car showed a slight smile, turned his head and said to the car, "How can we do it without anyone driving? I'm wearing a rain cape, I'm fine. Xiao Yu, you have a good sleep in the car, the road is still long."

"I'm not sleepy." The voice in the car was silent for a moment, then rang again, "Uncle Ning, can't we wait for the rain to stop before leaving?"

The voice of the man driving the car laughed and said: "What is this light rain? When Uncle Ning was young, he drove the road in the heavy rain when the dragon raised his head. You can sleep peacefully, maybe as soon as you open your eyes, we will go to sleep." We have reached our destination."

"Uncle Ning, is it true that you'll be fine once you get to Chili?" The girl's voice was full of melancholy and worry, as if it blended in with the sound of the dripping rain.

"Of course, Mr. Hu is a close friend of Master. As long as we get there, we will be safe." The driver's voice was relaxed, but his brows were tightly furrowed. After a while, he suddenly burst out laughing, "Uncle remembered something Funny thing, when the signboard of Shenxianju was smashed down just now, other people were running, but one person stood still stupidly, covered his eyes quickly, peeked through his fingers, and was caught by the piece The big signboard was smashed down."

"Ah! Then...then nothing will happen to him!"

"Don't worry, that guy is very strong." The man in coir raincoat smiled, "His beard is as long as a shovel, maybe he will dig a hole from the bottom and get out by himself."

Crisp laughter came from inside the carriage, which made the man in coir raincoat relax a lot.

The green chariot quickly passed through the dilapidated north city gate and drove onto the gray Zhuangzhou Road outside the city.

The area between Manghuang and Chili is a rare mountainous area in Northwest China. The Zhuangzhou Road connecting the two places also has twists and turns that are rare in Northwest roads, known as three twists, six turns and eleven bends.

There is also a very famous allusion about this road, which is called giving Meng Ming Xin.

Legend has it that Ye Shan, the founder of the Kushi sect, was a libertine when he was young, wandering around all day with nothing to do.One day, outside Manghuang City, he met Zhuang Zhou, the master of Butterfly Dream, and begged Zhuang Zhou to give him a dream.That night, Ye Shan had a dream. In the dream, Zhuang Zhou asked Ye Shan what his wish was, and Ye Shan replied that he would spend his whole life building a road connecting Manghuang and Chili.

As soon as the wish was made, Ye Shan woke up. After waking up, he yelled at Zhuang Zhou.

Up to now, the famous Kushih has long disappeared in the long river of history, but this road has survived, still connecting Manghuang and Chili, and with the development of Chili over the years, it has become more and more bustling.

As the only main road between the two places, Zhuangzhou Road is in good condition. The road paved with gravel can run parallel to four chariots. Even in heavy rain, it is not too difficult to walk.The hooves of the sword-horned horse stepped on the road evenly, only splashing a thin layer of water curtain, and the green chariot quickly moved towards the red gravel amidst the sound of hoofbeats and rain.

The heavy rain made Zhuangzhou Road frighteningly lonely, and the places a little further away were blurred by the heavy rain, and the scenery on both sides of the road became unreal.

The green chariot turned three turns, six turns, six turns and eleven turns, and a faint figure appeared on the road in front of it, moving forward slowly.The Qing chariot quickly approached the other party, it was a burly figure, walking calmly against the heavy rain, neither slow nor fast.

The green chariot didn't stop at all, it directly passed the figure, and soon disappeared at the turning not far away.

"Uncle Ning, we should give him a ride. No one should see him in this weather."

"Young people won't die in the rain." The driver smiled wryly and stroked his forehead with his left hand. His head began to experience the familiar dizziness again, and the road in his eyes began to become blurred.

He took a deep breath, and managed to keep the green chariot moving steadily with his weak right hand.

The dizziness became more and more serious, and there was an unfathomable stabbing pain swimming in his head.His face became pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead under the hat.

"The bastards in that family." He cursed fiercely in his heart.

A strong nausea suddenly rushed up, causing him to lie on the shaft of the car and retch non-stop.After a long time, this disgusting feeling gradually subsided, and his whole body began to become numb. The gray road turned into many in his vision, twisting like a snake.

He took out the disc with his trembling left hand, held it tightly in his palm, and panted heavily.

After a while, the numbness gradually subsided, and the vision began to become clear.

"Snapped!"

A slight sound came from his palm, he spread his palm, the disk in his palm had already been shattered into gray powder, the wind and heavy rain slanted towards him, and instantly washed away the powder in his hand.

There was a tearing pained expression on his face.

"How to do?"

The paralysis reappeared like a ghost, occupying his entire body, and there was a messy phantom in his vision.

Two streams of blood suddenly flowed out from his nose. He tightly covered it with his left hand, and the blood soon overflowed the entire back of his hand.

"Hold on, hold on." The voice leaked from the red-stained fingers, vague and dry.

However, the strength in his body quickly dried up, and his body began to shake on the car, with a bigger and bigger swing. After a while, he fell headfirst, and the sword horned horse continued to walk forward for dozens of steps, and slowly stopped at the side of the road. .

"Uncle Ning, why did you stop?" A suspicious voice sounded in the carriage, and a moment later a beautiful little hand lifted the blue door curtain of the carriage, revealing a graceful and beautiful face.

The empty shaft of the car was slapped hurriedly by the slanting rain.

"Uncle Ning, where are you?" The girl looked around in panic at the shaft of the car, but what caught her eyes was the pale rainstorm.

She jumped down from the shaft of the car and searched on the avenue. The raging rain quickly drenched her green clothes, making her helpless and helpless like a wandering spirit.

When she saw the man in coir raincoat lying on the road, she almost rolled over.

The man in coir raincoat has lost consciousness, his face washed clean by the rain has a faint purple color, and the golden silk extends from the center of his eyebrows, covering his whole face, making his face look terrifying, like The purple wall invaded by ivy.

"Uncle Ning!" The girl's crying was piercing, causing the man in coir raincoat to slightly open his eyes, but then they closed them weakly.

She dragged the man back into the car with her artistic conception, and just let her healing artistic conception bless her, but the man still didn't respond.

Golden flowers began to bloom on his skin, making his skin scorchingly hot, and white mist rose from his soaked clothes under the scorching temperature.

A tall black figure slowly passed by the left window of the carriage. The girl who had already lost her mind seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw. She quickly got out of the carriage and came to the other party, tugging on the other party's sleeve, crying for help.

The man in black had a messy beard and hair, a broad body, and a pair of tired eyes. He looked at the girl for a moment, and followed her into the car without saying a word.

The golden flowers on the face of the man in coir raincoat bloomed more and more brilliantly, with a golden shimmer, as hot as the sun.When the golden light was at its brightest, the man in coir raincoat suddenly opened his eyes, and a messy voice came out of his trembling lips.

The man in black moved his body closer and heard the intermittent syllables that seemed to be the word "Master".

The eyes of the man in coir raincoat suddenly widened, and his right hand grasped the left palm of the man in black like lightning, with astonishing strength, as if he wanted to crush the bones of both of them.But this power quickly faded away, and the man in coir raincoat quickly turned gray. He stared at the face of the man in black in front of him, tears rolled down his face, and only his lips were still moving slightly.

The man in black bent down to listen, only to hear one word: "Please..."