Museum of Demons

With voluntary guides from locals.

The westward journey of the two brothers of the Chen family started directly, or in other words, they were greeted with even more dangerous difficulties. After discovering that he could not beat the monk, the Malaysian bandit named Shi Pantuo, after meditation, once wanted to smoothly control the ranger. Caught.

It's simple, right.

I can't beat you, and I can't beat the guy next to you?

Then he was violently beaten a second time.

The Tang knife was drawn into a spinning top by Datang Youxia's hand.

In the end, even the arrogant ranger sat directly on the horse bandit's back and was carried all the way.

The poor horse bandit could only curse in his heart and exert his own initiative.

Imagine the proud Datang Ranger as a beauty from the Central Plains.

This comforted his poor heart and barely finished the journey.

They chose to bypass Yumen Pass, fetch water from under the beacon tower, and then rely on this little water to cross the eight hundred miles of quicksand desert. Although they were careful enough, sneaking into the oasis guarded by the Tang Army to steal water was still extremely dangerous.

This is the true elite of the Datang Empire.

Shi Pantuo looked at the two daring people in front of him, his calves trembling.

Do you have any problems with Datang people?

The professional Malaysian bandit felt that he was so timid and harmless that he was no different from the little white rabbit raised at home.

He wanted to say more than once, two grandpas, let's forget it.

The scattered groups went back to their homes and looked for their wives.

When he fetched water, his hand trembled, just like that, he was discovered.

The cry of killing: "Bring the torch!"

The Ranger subconsciously held the Tang Dao, his eyebrows sinking slightly.

The heart beats fast.

At that moment, it was like holding the Crouching Tiger Order, an indescribable temperament emerged from the bottom of my heart, that kind of domineering, that kind of evil spirit, it was as if it was once killed by the Wanjun, like He has been calm and steady with the same level as the world's No. 1 fierce general.

Shi Pantuo was stunned.

In a daze, seeing the appearance of this young man charging in the army, he seemed to be single-handedly fighting against the army, arrogant and arrogant.

The horse bandit who came back to his senses was desperate.

Who is the horse bandit? !

Who is the murderer!

Could it be said that the colleagues of Datang have already pretended to be harmless monks to attract people to the bait?

Is the competition so fierce?

In the end, the ranger's knife didn't get out of the sheath.

Because when the general Guan over there shouted to bring the lamp, he squatted in the grass, and the bald-headed monk had to stand up. In the later records, Master Xuanzang told everyone that this was because the general in the border actually happened to be double-slapped. I am a Buddhist.

In fact, the horse bandit recorded that scene faithfully in his memory.

When the general at the border gate of the Tang Dynasty saw a monk who was tall, broad-shouldered, and holding a two-meter-three Zen stick slowly rising, even the moonlight in the desert was covered, and the general's movements abruptly changed from looking down to looking up. , And finally turned into looking up, until a large shadow fell on his face.

The monk inserted the stick into the ground, like a siege hammer, his hands clasped together:

"The poor monk wants to go out."

They were let go in such an incredible way.

The horse bandit couldn't believe it.

Later, I experienced a lot of things, and I thought about it clearly, but even at that time, I just dared to record a ‘magister’s stalwart body’ at this time.

But after that, because the ranger really felt boring, Xuanzang thought for a while and gave a suggestion: "Or else, write down what you experience every day?" The monk smiled and said, "In this case , It’s more able to pass the time, and it’s not that difficult."

The ranger Chen Yuan was tempted.

Soon there was little confidence, and he said, "But, Xuanzang, you know me."

"I haven't studied much at all. I think it's boring to write."

Xuanzang laughed and said, "It's nothing."

He casually handed the water pouch to Chen Yuan, and said, "After I go back, I can polish it for you. Maybe, you can also rely on this to leave a name in this era."

So the ranger really started to record these things.

At first I thought it would be difficult, but when I got started, I realized that it was actually not as difficult as I thought. I don't know why, I seem to be very accustomed to doing these things, and many things can be recorded smoothly.

And the Malaysian bandit was bored, and began to record things on the slate.

He originally wanted to run, but the 800-mile quicksand relied on a little water obtained from the beacon tower. It was difficult to run back. In other words, he who ran back might be shot into a hornet's nest hedgehog by Tang Jun. , So I had to follow it honestly.

In the end, the reason why he chose to stay was that the monk actually shared the water and food between him and Chen Yuan. They did not realize that the monk’s water sac was actually left with sand until the first. In five days, when the monks who were as powerful as gods all fell.

The two hurriedly planned to feed him water, only to discover what the monk had done.

No one knows how such a warrior who consumes a huge amount of money every day did not eat or drink for five days and four nights. The ranger at that time picked up the last water bag, and after feeding Xuanzang with water, he took the rest with him. Drinking water, ran out on a red horse to find a source of water.

"You are here to guard him."

Chen Yuan watched the horse bandit, raised his hand and drew his sword.

On this westward journey, his martial arts had unknowingly improved to a level far beyond the past, but his palm was slightly shaken, and the domineering sword energy directly swallowed out, leaving a huge circle on the ground.

Sensen's sword energy flowed, to a certain extent isolated from the heat.

Compared with the monks, let alone, this ranger has already been in Luoyang since he was young.

The swordsmanship cultivation base at this moment is already extremely high.

The ranger sneered: "If you run away, I will kill you in the sky and the earth."

Then half of the water was left behind, and the horse rushed away.

Shi Pantuo was going to leave as soon as possible, but looking at the monk's eyes closed tightly, he thought of these times like the Buddha or the gods who always maintained high aspirations to guide his monk, and, if not the monk, the water and water After the food is separated, he may not be able to live until now.

Finally, the horse bandit sighed, dragged the monk into the shadow under a rock, and said to himself: "I can't survive with such a little water."

"Monk of Datang, I'm not trying to save you, I just don't want to be stabbed to death by that ranger with a sword."

He had no hope of whether the ranger could return.

After all, there is so little water, this wind and sand is rolling, it is too difficult to come back.

Later, he recalled that he did not choose to carry the water bag at this time, and even killed the monk as horse bandits would do, and took the blood away with the water bag. Is it because he could not live with the blood? After only a few days of life, I couldn't start with this monk, and I couldn't tell the difference.

Only in the end, the ranger actually broke through the sand and found the oasis.

And the monk survived because of this.

Eventually they arrived in Yiwu, the first small country in the Western Regions, and the barrier between the three was virtually broken. Even though the monk had experienced the danger of life and death, he still had an optimistic smile, even Yu comforted Chen Yuan, after thinking for a long time, he suffocated a sentence: "Would you like to drink?"

Chen Yuan was startled, then furious.

Finally couldn't help but slap the monk bald head wildly.

"The last time I drank, I wrapped Chang'an for you."

"Drinking this time, do you want to throw me here?!"

"I tell you, whoever brings the wine back, I will kill him!"

The monk was not annoyed, and let him complain.

Shi Pantuo's mouth twitched and silently hid the wine in his sleeve.

………………

Modern·Human·West Kunlun.

Wei Yuan's expression was peaceful and he was asleep.

Queen Mother West finally realized something was wrong-it took too long.

There are legends in the world that Huang Liang Yi Meng said that the memory backtracking would not be too long, so the second level should be over soon, but this guy has been several times longer than ordinary people’s memories, and almost wants to sink into it. Similar.

The recalled memory will be the most critical aid for crossing the third level.

The high probability is the memory of a certain tempered state of mind.

But...what have you experienced that has been honed for so long?

Queen Mother West silently retracted her gaze and noticed the mirror.

At this moment, this magic weapon is still absorbing the power from Lu Wu.

Queen Mother of the West had counted the time, and a weird smile appeared on Yongrong's face.

At this moment, on the Kunlun Mountain in the Western Mountains, many mountain gods rushed to the Kunlun Hill. These few days have been deduced that when the great Kunlun mountain protector Lu Wu recovers, even the old mountain lord of the mountain of Chongwu came, he He also planned to plead for Wei Yuan and Lu Wushen.

But the mountain gods waited for a long time, and they couldn't wait for Lu Wu to recover.

The old mountain master looked up hesitantly.

Many gods of mountains and waters salute and cast spells together: "Respectfully invite the great **** Lu Wu..."

Magical powers connect inside and outside.

As if a huge mirror appeared illusory, the outside was the respectful gods of the Western Mountains, and inside was a dark, deep place. The huge, great Kunlun **** Lu Wu was in it. Today is the day of his recovery. .

There was no response for a long time.

The gods had to call out again: "Respectfully invite the Great God Lu Wu..."

The spell was strengthened again, and the voice could be heard clearly.

As a result, many mountain gods heard a strange sound.

The sound is so loud, so noisy...

It's hard to hear.

Accompanied by Lu Wushen's body, the voice was also loud and small.

Kind of like...like...

When the gods were so awe-inspiring, they didn't dare to think more.

I don't know who muttered a word:

"Where is the cat snoring?!"

"Why is it so unpleasant, I've never heard such an unpleasant snoring..."

Chongwu Mountain Lord: "..."

Liusha River God: "..."

An embarrassing silence that can buckle a piece of Shenzhou model with your toes~www.readwn.com~ Suddenly, with the fluctuation of mana, this spell was forcibly interrupted by the Kunlun gods here. The scene of Lu Wu's death in front of the public was stopped, one of the Kunlun gods headed by one of the gods in Kunlun barely maintained solemnity, his face stiff and said:

"The **** Lu Wu hasn't awakened...the gods come back."

"This is."

The gods looked at each other weirdly and did not dare to mention the matter just now, but when asked when they would come back, the Kunlun gods could not give an appropriate explanation, and the gods had to withdraw. The Kunlun gods were also surprised. Based on Lu Wushen's calculations, such a situation would have been impossible.

Did something unexpected happened that greatly consumed Lu Wushen's power?

Actually let Lu Wushen fall into a deep sleep again.

He was puzzled, but he was somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, it was stopped in time, these gods of mountains and waters also knew that they were powerful.

How much is to protect the prestige and dignity of the mountain **** Lu Wu.

Will not die...

He hadn't noticed the scene at this moment at all.

Among the retreating gods of mountains and seas, Liushahe is next to the long vehicle.

The water ghost helped his glasses.

Silently hid the miniature camera in his arms.

PS: Today’s first update... These two days are over~ I don’t plan to delay too long, and, to be honest, I still want to talk about the real Tang Xuanzang... At least in the desert, he is real No food or drink for five days and four nights.

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