A mob of clones

"Western Regions" is a general term for the vast areas west of the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It is not actually a holistic concept.

There are hundreds or even thousands of countries here, and deserts and Gobi are spread all over the area like psoriasis.

Among them, there are several deserts and Gobi deserts that stretch for thousands of miles, such as the "Sea of ​​Death", "Desert of Buried Gods", and "Western Desert".

And "Liushaji" is the last market town to the west of the "Sea of ​​Death".

The wind and sand gather here, and the dense wind and sand are like a polishing machine, which will penetrate all normal fixed objects.

Ordinary buildings cannot withstand the invasion of wind and sand.

"The First in the Hanhai" is the only inn and tavern in Liushaji.

In the real world, in the Western Regions, west of the Vast Sea of ​​Death, in Quicksand Village, outside the first house in the Vast Sea.

Wrapped tightly in a thick monk's robe, with his entire body shrouded in the robe and only half of his eye exposed, Xiao Meng looked like a desert dweller, and he came here in a rather embarrassed state.

After finding a place to shelter from the wind and sand, he was finally able to untie the restraints on his body. Looking at himself in gray, a trace of bitterness appeared on his rather handsome face.

"I still remember that before I left Shaolin Temple, my clothes were still white..."

Meng Qi has always longed for the image of a swordsman dressed in white as white as snow, with a sword that can chill the nineteen states.

Even though he is now in Shaolin Temple and cannot achieve his goal for the time being, he still wants to at least look like a holy monk in white robes.

But reality is reality. It’s not so bad in Daqing. Although clothes are easy to get dirty, it’s nothing for Meng Qi. As long as he applies some true energy to block it, he can keep his white clothes as white as snow.

As for wearing white robes in the desert…

His clothes are still gray now. The reason they didn't turn black is because he often uses his Qi...

Thinking of this, he sighed infrequently, and finally understood why his master did not stop him even though he thought his new look was a little strange at first.

Anyway, once you get here, it doesn't matter what you wear...

Although it might not be a good idea to think this way, Meng Qi actually had some different thoughts in his heart.

"If Senior Brother Wu He comes here, I don't know if he can keep his white robe..."

A dark feeling crawled in his heart, and Meng Qi shook his head to get rid of these dark thoughts.

Then a pair of eyes began to look up and observe the surrounding environment.

The name of Hanhai No. 1 sounds quite impressive, but if you look closely at the furnishings inside, you will find that it is simply a three-story house with an old appearance and traces of wind and sand.

It's so shabby.

This is the first impression.

But think about it, it's not easy to have a building rise from the ground in a place like this.

As he stepped into the inn, Meng Qi's second impression was chaos.

He saw the counter.

The counter was right next to the door, and it was cluttered with papers, brushes, account books, and other items.

Not only was the counter messy, but the furnishings in the inn were also very messy. The tables were almost all placed randomly, and the guests inside were basically gathered in groups of three or two, like balls of sandbags, piled up in a circle.

Meng Qi’s third impression of this place was that it was noisy.

"Five, five, five!"

"Haha, three sixes! Drink three bowls!"

"Damn it, why did I lose again!"

……

"Let me tell you that those so-called masters on the Human Ranking are just that in my eyes."

"You are such a boaster, you are going to blow the bull apart."

"Hey, don't disbelieve me. If there really is a top player in front of me, I will slide and tackle him."

……

"Have you heard? Recently, it is rumored that the crying old man appears again. I am afraid that there will be a big turmoil in the Western Region again."

"Is this true?! Tell me in detail, tell me in detail..."

……

In the lobby of the inn, there were more than twenty tables arranged in a haphazard manner, all of which were full of people.

They were either playing finger-guessing games and drinking, or talking loudly or whispering to each other. Some of the words were in Chinese, which Meng Qi could understand, some were in dialects, and some were in foreign languages ​​that he could not understand at all.

But in short, there were all kinds of sounds mixed together, it was bustling and lively.

Meng Qi had anticipated this.

After all, having seen Longmen Inn in my previous life, I know that a place like this would definitely be chaotic.

Meng Qi followed the example of the novels he read in his previous life and kept his eyes and ears open.

He tried to extract some useful information from the noisy sounds around him, but after some attempts he gave up and did not open his ears.

Although my ears are more sensitive than those of ordinary people, in reality, that's all they are.

It was really too difficult for him to listen to some tiny movements and extract useful information from so many chaotic sounds.

He just listened in all directions but didn't hear any useful information. When he looked in all directions, Meng Qi did see that the old monk Xuan Bei, who usually looked calm and unharmed, felt something and his whole body trembled slightly.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qi was shocked and asked quickly:
"Master, what are you doing?"

Facing Meng Qi's slightly concerned exclamation, Xuan Bei shook his head slightly, and the strangeness in his body disappeared in an instant.

There was even a different kind of smile on his face, as if what Meng Qi had just seen was just an illusion.

"Qu Jiuniang, whose background is unknown, came here ten years ago and opened the 'First Inn in the Hanhai'."

"At first, I was alone and had a striking appearance, which attracted a lot of trouble."

"But all those who dared to set their sights on her were killed, regardless of their severity. Some were left dead outside the market, and some were hung naked on the wine banners of the inn. None of them were spared."

"After that, there were fewer troubles. Everyone knew that Qu Jiuniang was not someone to be trifled with. I suspected that she was a master in the Outer Scenery Realm."

As soon as Xuan Bei said this, Meng Qi's attention was diverted. He looked at the woman in front of the counter with some surprise. She looked like a proprietress in her twenties at most. She raised her head and pointed at a customer with her eyebrows raised and her eyes wide open. She was wearing black and had a fierce temper. She was scolding him.
"Outer scene? How old is she?"

In response, Xuan Bei nodded and said:

"About thirty-five or thirty-six. I haven't used my clairvoyance to look at it, so I can't be sure."

After saying this, Xuan Bei led the two of them into the first house in Hanhai without saying anything more.

There were too many people in the inn now, and the lobby was unable to accommodate them all, so the two of them bought a few rooms upstairs and stayed there to rest for the time being. They went to order food when most people had left.

During this period, Meng Qi tried to escape, but his 104th attempt ended in failure. He could only helplessly obey the orders of the old monk Xuan Bei, go find the waiter and serve him food.

He just sat there quietly waiting for his meal.

Just when he was about to speak, Xuan Bei, who had remained silent, stopped the waiter and asked him a question.

"Donor, what big thing happened in the west recently?"

Hearing this, Meng Qi couldn't help but prick up his ears. He didn't believe that his master would speak without a purpose.

Listen more, maybe you can find a chance to escape.

Then he heard these words.

"Master, if the big event you are talking about is not the bandits robbing the escort, then there really are big events."

"That is the weeping old man who has been missing for many years and has returned to the arena and become the national teacher of 'Halle'."

"He plans to form a group of forces to unite the countries and oases west of the Vast Sea and east of the Burial God Desert to form a great power like the Great Jin and Great Zhou in your Central Plains."

The waiter spoke very clearly and described the whole matter in just a few sentences.

There is no doubt that anyone who can accomplish the unification is either a hero or a tyrant.

Meng Qi was just about to express his admiration for these people's deeds when he felt the air around him suddenly become low in pressure.

He suddenly turned his head and saw that his master's face looked strange.

Recalling his master's abnormal behavior before, he suddenly seemed to understand something and raised his head and asked:

"Master, do you know the crying old man?"

He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then continued:

"And it's not just acquaintance, it seems like there's also a grudge?"

Xuan Bei did not deny Meng Qi's guess, but just lowered his brows.

"The crying old man, whose real name is unknown, is a master at the peak of the external scene. He is active in Longxi, the Sea of ​​Death, and the God Burial Desert of the Great Jin Dynasty. He ranks 33rd on the Earth Ranking. He is good at the 'Wild Sand Divine Art' and the 'Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls'. He is considered to be the most vicious and stubborn of his generation."

The information about a person is remembered so clearly that it seems as if it has been repeated countless times in memory.

Although they were just plain words, Meng Qi could clearly feel the sadness in them.

At this moment, Xuan Ci no longer suppressed his emotions and sighed:
"The crying old man is the enemy of the master!"

Xuan Ci narrated the story without any emotion, explaining the whole story.

Before Xuanci became a monk, he was called Tang Zhan, and he was also a martial arts hero. He killed an evil demon because of a chivalrous act.

But unexpectedly, the evil demon had a master named Master Tianhuang.

Since the other party was unable to defeat Xuan Bei at that time, they took advantage of his unpreparedness and massacred his entire clan.

Xuan Bei, who was heartbroken, naturally wanted revenge.

But that day, Master Huang had another good teacher, the Crying Old Man.

Xuan Bei endured for several years and finally waited for the opportunity to kill the entire family of "Master Tianhuang". After that, he was chased by "The Crying Old Man" all the way into the heart of the Central Plains.

Until he met the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Kongwen, he was converted by Kongwen and became a disciple of Shaolin Temple, where he found peace and security.

But the hatred of genocide is not so easy to let go.

After finishing the general story, Xuan Bei couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"I just arrived in the Western Regions this time, and the Weeping Old Man happened to reappear in the world."

"What happened here is probably not accidental." "The hatred between him and me is endless. This time, entering the vast sea means entering the territory of the crying old man. You must be careful and don't run around!"

Xuan Ci's face was calm, the sad look on his face faded slightly, and as he clasped his hands together, Buddha's light seemed to flow around his body.

When Xiao Meng saw Xuan Bei's appearance, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

He had a feeling that this journey across the vast ocean would be more difficult than he had imagined...

The sixth exterior scene versus the ninth exterior scene...

I'm afraid the difficulty here is more than just a little bit...

……

After talking about the crying old man, Xuan Bei stopped talking.

Just eating in silence.

The heartless little monk Zhenhui was eating happily, but Meng Qi next to him had lost his appetite for a moment. He only took a few bites from time to time, looking like he was worried about something.

After dinner, Xuan Bei took Xiao Meng and left. They came and went lightly.

But it is obviously impossible not to attract anyone's attention.

For example, the proprietress Qu Jiuniang, who had been sitting behind the counter and had been indifferent, looked at the three people leaving, tapped the counter lightly, reached out and flipped a page of information from the counter, looked at the words on it, and couldn't help but mutter silently:

"The crying old man is back in action, and Shaolin Xuanci is deep in the vast sea. If there is no connection between the two, no one would believe it!"

"Just fight if you want to. If you hurt innocent people, the entire Western Region will be turned upside down."

She stretched out her hand and pointed slightly, and she flipped out a page from the messy files in front of her.

"Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Qing Jing, Qi Xia..."

"Sword Washing Pavilion, Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Dajiang Gang..."

"So many disciples from major sects have come to the Western Regions to hang out. If they all die, the entire martial arts community in Dajin will probably go crazy."

As she spoke, she took another look at another document and narrowed her eyes slightly. This time, she didn't say anything, but just stretched out her hand and kept drawing circles on the document in front of her.

"And this Wu He is abnormal. It's really too abnormal."

"So many strange guys have gathered in the vast sea. It's really a troubled time..."

……

At this time, the view returned to Meng Qi...

Outside the Quicksand Collection.

Opposite the vast sea, there is a small hill.

This mountain is ordinary and seems to be just like the countless cliffs in the vast ocean.

But when you really stand on the top of the mountain, you will see that this place is indeed different from other bare rocky mountains.

There are many dead trees here that have never decayed.

This is a cemetery.

Looking at the dead forest in front of him, Xuan Ci closed his eyes slightly, sighed with sorrow, and sighed deeply.

"My two youngest sons are buried here. If they were not dead, they would be as old as you."

"Master..."

Xiao Meng and Zhen Hui pursed their lips and looked at Xuan Bei at this moment, looking at each other and not knowing what to say.

I could only stand aside silently and share my master's sadness.

The silence spread like a plague until it was suddenly broken a moment later.

"The teacher is really confused!"

After a moment of silence, Xuan Ci suddenly spoke.

"The master was in a trance and forgot to buy some incense and candles. Zhending, Zhenhui, go back to the inn and buy some incense and candles."

"I want to watch them here for a while..."

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing his master's words, Meng Qi suddenly felt alarmed for no reason.

His master is truly an unrivaled expert at the sixth level of the Outer Realm. If he didn't do it on purpose, how could he forget such an important matter as selling incense and candles?

There is only one reason for deliberately asking them to buy incense and candles at this time.

"Master wants to get us away!"

As for why we should send them away...

Xuan Bei didn't say anything, and Meng Qi didn't ask.

He simply bowed deeply to his master, then took a step forward and stuffed something into his master's hand. Then, regardless of Zhenhui's surprise, he pulled Zhenhui and turned away.

……

Meng Qi ran very fast.

Even if he was dragging someone along, he was still running incredibly fast.

It was as if there was some evil ghost chasing him from behind.

And this is indeed the case.

Meng Qi had just run a short distance.

"quack……"

"Woooo..."

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from behind him.

Waves of black air emerged from behind him like ghost hands, madly grabbing Meng Qi who was fleeing forward.

But Meng Qi didn't care about anything and just rushed forward, forward, forward like a madman!
Not until he ran down the mountain did he have time to look back.

And there, black fog covered the sky and the Buddha's light was vast!

Between the whole heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only the swirling black fog and the golden Buddha light!

Such earth-shattering commotion could not be compared to the battle in the world of Duoercha...

"Master..."

Meng Qi shook his lips slightly and clenched his fists tightly.

An inexplicable feeling of frustration surged into his heart.

I originally thought that I could achieve great things after leaving Shaolin Temple.

The first move after the result came out was to escape?
But soon, Meng Qi suppressed this frustration deep in his heart.

A strong man like the Crying Old Man is not something they can touch. The Master helped them to hold back the Crying Old Man, and they should cherish this opportunity.

He turned his head and looked at the mountain again, thinking to himself:

"We must win!"

Meng Qi did not stay here. If the two of them stayed here, they would only become a burden to their master.

He pulled up again and wanted to continue running forward.

But the next moment, a chilling chill arose, and Meng Qi felt a stream of energy suddenly locking onto his entire body.

A strong sense of crisis came over me, as if my life would be lost if I moved even a little.

But Meng Qi quickly overcame this sense of crisis and turned his head abruptly.

Then a figure with white hair came slowly towards me with heavy steps.

In an instant, Meng Qi's heart sank.

I recalled my master's introduction to the crying old man's disciples.

The person who came was none other than the "white-headed vulture" An Guoxie!

……

Seeing the person coming, Zhenhui couldn't help but hide behind Meng Qi.

Meng Qi then looked at the enemy approaching him with his sharp eyes.

His rules gently pushed Zhenhui aside behind him.

At the same time, he spoke to him:

"Zhenhui, you go first, I'll be there soon!"

Zhenhui: "But what will you do, brother?"

"I?"

In response to this, Meng Qi did not rush to answer, but his body instantly rose up, and brilliant golden light spread from his body. His pair of iron fists collided with each other forcefully, making a sharp sound of metal clashing.

Then put your hands on your waist in the shape of a lotus.

A raging fire seemed to be burning in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I'll stay here! Kill him!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, the Buddha's light is overflowing.

The five figures in white looked at each other, nodded in unison, and turned into phantoms, running quickly in the direction where the noise came from.

...(End of chapter)