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An hour passed, and Huang Wuji was already far away from the place of murder. He seemed to be walking in no hurry or slow, but every step he took was more than ten meters, as if he had shrunk into an inch.
The dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight, and the dark night did not cause any trouble to Huang Wuji. But it was easy to get lost at night, so Huang Wuji found a place to rest until dawn.
He found an open space at random, moved the seats out of the storage ring and placed them on the ground. A table of hot meals was also placed on it. Huang Wuji opened his cheeks and ate without any scruples, completely
There was no discomfort at all after the murder. This is what the so-called drunken food after murder is.
After sweeping away all the food on the table in one breath, Huang Wuji took out the purple clay pot and took a sip. As soon as he thought about it, 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 Huang Wuji had received it in the storage ring at the moment of the young master of the Zi family. He used the qi-gazing technique to look at the red color contained in the Qinghong Sword.
According to his luck, it should be around fifteen thousand years, which is definitely a good harvest for him.
However, absorbing thousands of years of luck is not the same as absorbing thousands of years of luck. Whether it is human or alien, everyone will use their own fate, which is also the source of a person's luck.
Fates are also divided into three, six or nine levels, and the degree to which they can absorb luck is also different. If a low-level destiny absorbs luck without limit, it will eventually be unable to bear the backlash of luck, and good luck will turn into bad luck.
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Fortunately, Huang Wuji's destiny has been merged with the three-color Honglian, and no amount of luck will cause any harm in the face of a holy luck object such as the Three-color Honglian.
The most difficult part for Huang Wuji to absorb the Qinghong Sword's fifteen thousand years of luck was how to eliminate the trace of the Zi family's luck 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 its own luck, it has also been tainted with the aura of many spiritual weapons of the Zi family. If someone other than the Zi family gets the sword, it will not be possible at all.
It will have no effect unless the Zi family's luck symbol 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, the consequence of this is that Huang Wuji's luck will be consumed a lot, and there is no fixed
The numerical value may be hundreds of years, it may be thousands of years, it may even be tens of thousands of years.
If it is the first two, Huang Wuji can still accept it, but if it is the last one, the so-called gain outweighs the loss, it will be a big loss. The three-color Honglian is no longer the sacred object of heaven and earth with endless luck. After recognizing the owner, it only has a mere ten
Thousands of years of luck.
Trying to fight against a 15,000-year-old pseudo-spiritual weapon and a real spiritual weapon with a red limit of luck at the same time is a bit overwhelming, and the amount of luck consumed accidentally will not be a small amount.
What's more, if the Qinghong Sword is moved now, people from the Zi family may sense it and follow the mark on the Qinghong Sword to find him. Huang Wuji glanced at the Qinghong Sword for a few times and threw it back into the storage ring. He could only
After waiting for Fang Wai to think of a solution, he hoped that the Zi family's spiritual weapon wouldn't be able to sense it from such a distance.
As long as you leave the range covered by the Zi family's spiritual weapon, the difficulty will be reduced to very little, or even effortless.
After eating and drinking, Huang Wuji couldn't help but get a headache. He was about to arrive at Baiyun Fortress, how could he sneak in. After thinking about it, Huang Wuji fell asleep and slept until dawn.
Huang Wuji, whose eyes were hit by the sun, slowly opened his eyes and slapped his head hard. He probably hadn't been an ordinary person for a long time and had even forgotten the most basic attempts.
The so-called road guide in China just records the name, height, where they live, and some other information of the visitor. As long as you find a person who is as tall as yourself, you won't have to worry about grabbing his road guide.
It's really annoying to think about unnecessary thoughts and put yourself in danger.
At this time, Huang Wuji finally remembered what happened to Lu Yin, and secretly cursed himself for wasting his efforts.
Huang Wuji walked out of the woods onto the road and looked around. They were all caravans walking, and there was basically no single person. Even if they were fat or thin from time to time, the heights were not equal at all.
Huang Wuji simply stopped looking. Anyway, there would be more passers-by near Baiyun Fortress, and it would be easier to find a substitute. Huang Wuji spent a few taels of silver to find a caravan and offered to take a ride, and arrived near Baiyun Fortress.
Just get off.
Originally the caravan boss was hesitant, but when he thought that it was only an hour away from Baiyun Fortress and it was under the jurisdiction of the army, there was no chance of blind bandits coming to cause trouble, so he agreed for the sake of the money.
Even though Huang Wuji had money, the caravan boss still carefully arranged him on the cargo pulled by an open-air flatbed carriage. Several guards around him looked at him from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally.
Huang Wuji smiled slightly and didn't say much. The caravan boss was right to be careful. If Baiyun was not far away, he didn't want to cause trouble. He just kept out of sight, closed his eyes and said nothing, slowly.
Start working? "Xiantian Heart Sutra" to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
I haven't practiced the "Innate Heart Sutra" for a long time since I left Kyoto, but I have made great progress by using the "Vajra Body Tempering Fist" regularly. After fighting for many days in a row, I have steadily entered the sixth level.
Indulging in the "Innate Heart Sutra", time passed unknowingly. Huang Wuji, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt someone walking towards him. His eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the person with a cold light.
The caravan boss was startled by the threatening gaze. After he came to his senses, he looked at Huang Wuji and realized that nothing was wrong. He thought he had caught a cold and didn't care and said: "Sir, Baiyun Fortress is coming soon.
Don’t get off the car!”.
Huang Wuji raised his head and looked ahead. The hundred-foot-high wall of Baiyun Fortress was vaguely visible. Huang Wuji nodded, took out an extra ten taels of silver from his left hand and handed it to the caravan boss, which was the fare he had agreed on before.
The caravan owner happily took the money and ran away without any hesitation. To the caravan owner, ten taels of silver was not much, but it was different from picking it up for free.
Huang Wuji jumped off the flatbed truck and saw that there were more passers-by walking around, including three to five people or one or two people walking alone. Although he had not found a suitable candidate yet, he already had hope in his heart.
Huang Wuji walked on the road as if taking a walk, except for the dust stirred up by the caravans coming and going from time to time, and his eyes kept scanning the lonely passers-by.
"It's you!" Huang Wuji suddenly saw a middle-aged man about the same height as himself, and he followed him. Huang Wuji pinched the man's lumbar spine with his right hand, held his neck with his left hand, and gently kissed the middle-aged man's ear.
Bian said: "If you don't want to die, come with me!".
The middle-aged man was already blinded by the sudden situation. He nodded repeatedly in fright, followed Huang Wuji unsteadily on his weak feet.
The two of them gradually moved away from the road. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians and caravans passing by. When they entered the woods, Huang Wuji just let go of the middle-aged man. Hearing a pop-dong sound, the middle-aged man knelt down and hugged Huang Wuji's hand.
Thigh cried and begged at the same time: "Uncle, please let me go. I'm just an ordinary citizen. You can take whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me!".
Huang Wuji was so confused that he couldn't laugh or cry. He picked up the middle-aged man, threw fifty taels of silver in his hand and said, "Show me your way, the silver is yours!".
The middle-aged man looked at the silver on the ground in confusion, then looked up at Huang Wuji and asked, "Uncle, are you serious?" After saying that, the middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the silver on the ground with greed.
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"Of course, Lu Yin, give it to me, the silver is yours!" The middle-aged man heard what Huang Wuji said. After confirming again and again, he grabbed the silver on the ground in his hand, and then took out a white hard card from his arms.
The piece of paper was handed over to Huang Wuji.
Huang Wuji took a look at the road guide. It said, Feng Erdan, age forty-five years old, address Xiao Feng Village, Gouzi Village, Zilin City. It also recorded the number of people in the family, their names, etc. It was very detailed.
, the most special thing is that there is an additional portrait.
Seeing such a road guide, Huang Wuji was really helpless. The common people had forgotten everything about it after hundreds of years. He even forgot that there were portraits on the road guide.
Huang Wuji was stunned on the spot holding the road guide, while Feng Erdan squatted on the ground nervously holding the money, his eyes full of joy.
After thinking for a while, Huang Wuji looked at the Lu Yin in his hand, but there was nothing he could do. He said to Feng Erdan: "Return the Lu Yin to you!". "Uncle, this is what you are doing!" Feng Erdan didn't know why, but in his hand,
I hold on to my money tighter.
"Don't worry, it's your way of leading me away from the money!" Huang Wuji was not a stingy person, he would take back the money he gave away, but when he saw Feng Erdan's look, he felt a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
"Really!" Feng Erdan said while looking at Huang Wuji, and carefully picked up Lu Ying with one hand. Huang Wuji smiled, took out two more fifty taels of silver in his arms, and appeared in front of him.
in hand.
Feng Erdan watched Huang Wuji conjuring two more coins in his hand, his eyes were shining, and he wanted to grab them and hold them in his arms. But when he thought that the person opposite was not an ordinary person, he immediately became pitiful.
dejected.
"Do you want it or not?" Huang Wuji waved the silver in front of Feng Erdan's face. Feng Erdan almost lost his heart and nodded desperately.
"It's not impossible if I want to. Is there any way you can let me sneak into Baiyun Fortress!" Just after Huang Wuji finished speaking, Feng Erdan reacted and looked at Yinzi with a much clearer look.
"Uncle, you must have a guide when entering Baiyun Fortress!" Feng Erdan is greedy for money. He is not a fool. On the contrary, he is a little smart. Taking a stranger into Baiyun Fortress is a capital crime of beheading.
"I lost my guide, otherwise I wouldn't have snatched it from you!" Huang Wuji pretended to be helpless and looked at Feng Erdan. Maybe Huang Wuji's acting was too realistic, or maybe Feng Erdan was attracted to Liang Ding.
Yinzi asked: "Young Master, are you serious about what you said?".
"Of course, you think I'm lying!" Huang Wuji shook the silver, which dazzled Feng Erdan's eyes. That was one hundred taels plus the fifty taels in his hand, a total of one hundred and fifty taels. What?
You can live a good life for five or six years even if you don't work.
Feng Erdan hesitated, and compared the one hundred and fifty taels of silver with his own life. Just when Feng Erdan was thinking wildly, Huang Wuji also saw the other person's scruples, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, holding the hand in his hand.
He said that he had two more fifty taels of silver.
"Feng Erdan, look, if you add more, will it be enough?".
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