Xie Lian said, “Although these are all rumors, the Half Moon Kingdom should have existed.”

Sanlang said, "Oh?"

Xie Lian thought, I can’t tell him that I once collected scraps in the Half Moon Country two hundred years ago when there were no demons. At this time, Nan Feng had already drawn a layered formation on the ground, stood up, and said, “Okay. When do we set out?”

So, Xie Lian quickly packed up his bag, came to the door, and said, "Let's do it now."

He placed his hand on the door and said, "With the blessing of God, there are no taboos!" He pushed it gently.

When I opened the door, the small hill and the village were no longer outside. Instead, there was an empty street.

Although the street is wide, it is deserted. Only one or two pedestrians can be seen after a long while. It is not because it is dark now, but because the population in the northwest is sparse. It is like this. In addition, it is close to the Gobi Desert. Even in the daytime, there are probably not many pedestrians on the road. Xie Lian walked out of the house, closed the door with his backhand, and looked back. How could he have come out of the Puqi Temple? Behind him, it is clearly a small inn. This step is probably a step of a thousand miles. This is the magic of the shrinking earth technique.

A few passers-by passed by and looked at them in a murmur, very wary. At this time, Sanlang said behind him: "According to ancient books, when the moon sets, if you keep walking in the direction of the North Star, you will see the Half Moon Kingdom. Brother, look." He pointed to the sky and said, "The Big Dipper."

Xie Lian looked up and said with a smile, “The Big Dipper is so bright.”

Sanlang came to him, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, glanced at him, raised his head, and smiled: "Yes. The night sky in the northwest seems to be clearer than that in the Central Plains for some reason."

Xie Lian agreed. They were discussing the night sky and stars seriously, while the two young priests behind them were simply puzzled. Nan Feng asked, "Why is he here too?!"

Sanlang said innocently: "Oh, I think this Qimen Dunjia is very magical, so I came here to take a look."

Nan Feng said angrily: "Visiting? Do you think we are going there for fun?!"

Xie Lian rubbed his brows and said, “Forget it, I’ll just follow him. He won’t eat your dry food, so what I brought should be enough. Sanlang, follow me closely, don’t get lost.”

Sanlang said obediently, "Okay."

“Is this a question of whose rations to eat?!”

"Hey, Nanfeng, it's late at night and everyone is asleep. Just do your business and don't worry about so many things. Let's go."

…

The four of them followed the guidance of the Big Dipper and headed straight north. After walking all night, the towns and greenery along the way gradually became scarce, and the sand and stones on the road gradually increased. When they were no longer stepping on the soil, they entered the Gobi Desert. Although the shrinking technique can cover a thousand miles in one step, the longer the distance traveled, the more mana consumed, and the longer the time interval between the next activation of this technique. Nanfeng used it once, and he couldn't use it again for at least four hours. And since Nanfeng had already consumed a wave of mana, out of consideration for the expected combat power, Xie Lian would not let Fuyao use it again. In order to be on the safe side, someone had to have sufficient mana.

In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. It's bone-chillingly cold at night, but it's not that bad during the day. The sky here is extremely clear, with few clouds, but the sunlight is also extremely strong. As the group walked, they felt more and more like they were going deeper into a huge steamer, with hot steam coming out of the earth's core, as if they could steam a living person to death after walking for a day.

Xie Lian relied on the wind direction and some vegetation huddled at the foot of the rocks to determine the direction. He was worried that someone would not be able to keep up, so he looked back after walking a distance. It goes without saying that Nanfeng and Fuyao were not ordinary people, but Sanlang made him laugh.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky. The young man took off his red robe and used it to shield himself from the sun. He looked lazy and a little bored. He had fair skin and dark hair. The red robe covered his face, making his eyebrows and eyes look even more stunning. Xie Lian took off his hat, raised his hand and put it on his head, saying, "I'll lend it to you."

San Lang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “No need.” He handed the hat back to him. Xie Lian didn’t argue with him. Since he didn’t need it, he didn’t force him. He said, “If you need it, come back and ask me.” He adjusted his hat and continued walking.

After walking for a while, the group saw a small gray building in the yellow sand ahead. When they got closer, they saw that it seemed to be an abandoned inn for many years. Xie Lian looked up at the sky and calculated that it was already past noon and would soon be the afternoon. It was probably the hottest and most unbearable time of the day. Moreover, they had been walking all night, so it was time to rest. So he led the other three people in and saw a square table in the building, so they sat around it. Xie Lian took out a kettle from the simple bag on his back and handed it to Sanlang, saying, "Do you want it?"

Sanlang nodded, took it, and drank a sip. Xie Lian then took it back and drank. He tilted his head back and swallowed a few gulps of water. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a wave of coolness flowed through his throat, which was very refreshing. Sanlang stood aside, supporting his cheek with one hand, staring at it. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Anything else?"

Xie Lian wiped the water off the corner of his lips, slightly moistened them, nodded, and handed over the kettle again. Just as San Lang was about to take it, a hand pushed Xie Lian's hand holding the kettle away.

Fuyao said: "Wait a minute."

Everyone looked at him, only to see Fuyao slowly take out another kettle from his sleeve, put it on the table, push it over, and said, "I have one here too. Please."

Xie Lian knew what was going on as soon as he saw it.

With Fuyao's personality, how could she be willing to share the same kettle with others? Thinking back to what they said last night about trying it out again, the water in this kettle must not be real water, but must be the appearance water.

If an ordinary person drinks this secret medicine water, nothing will happen to him; but if a non-human drinks it, he will reveal his true form under the effect of the medicine. Since they want to test whether this young man is "Jue", then this pot of revealing water must be quite powerful.

I only heard Sanlang laugh and say, "My brother and I can just drink from one kettle."

Nanfeng and Fuyao both glanced at Xie Lian who was standing beside them. Xie Lian thought to himself, what are you looking at me for? Fuyao said coldly, "He's almost finished drinking all the water. Don't be polite."

San Lang said, "Really? Then you two go first."

“…”

The two of them remained silent. After a while, Fuyao said again: "You are the guest, please go first."

Although he still spoke in a gentle and elegant manner, Xie Lian felt that his words were squeezed out from between his teeth. Sanlang also made a "please" gesture and said, "You are the servants, please go first, otherwise it will be embarrassing."

Xie Lian listened to them pretending to be nice, and finally they started to fight. The three of them were secretly exerting their strength on a pitiful kettle across a table, pushing it back and forth. He felt that the trembling broken table under his hands might die prematurely, and shook his head. After a few rounds of secretly fighting, Fu Yao finally couldn't hold back, and he sneered, "Since you don't want to drink this water, are you guilty?"

San Lang laughed and said, "You are so unfriendly and you are unwilling to drink first. Doesn't it seem more like you are guilty? Did you poison the water?"

Fuyao said: "You can ask the person next to you if the water is poisonous."

San Lang then asked Xie Lian, "Brother, is this water poisonous?"

Fuyao's question was really tricky. The water of appearance was not poisonous. For ordinary people, drinking it was no different from drinking water. Xie Lian could only answer, "It's not poisonous. But..."

Before he finished his sentence, Nanfeng and Fuyao stared at him. Sanlang actually let go of his hand and said, "Okay."

He picked up the kettle, shook it in his hand, and said, "Since you said it's not poisonous, I'll drink it."

After saying that, he smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

Xie Lian was slightly startled because he had not expected him to be so straightforward. Nan Feng and Fu Yao were also startled, and then they were on full alert. Unexpectedly, San Lang finished drinking the water, shook the pot, and said, "It doesn't taste very good." He threw the pot away casually. With a "clang", the pot fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing that he drank the water and still had no abnormality, Fuyao's face flashed with doubt for a moment. After a moment, he said calmly: "It's just water. They all taste the same. What's the difference?"

San Lang took the kettle that was placed at Xie Lian's elbow and said, "Of course it's different. This one tastes much better."

Seeing this, Xie Lian couldn't help laughing. He really didn't care what the result was, and didn't care about the so-called identity and purpose, so this fight was meaningless to him except for being interesting. He thought it should be over, but who knew, with a "clang", Nanfeng put a sword on the table.

At first glance, his aura made one think he was going to kill someone on the spot. Xie Lian was speechless for a moment, then asked, “What are you doing?”

Nan Feng said in a deep voice: "The place we are going to is dangerous, so I will give this little brother a sword to defend himself."

Xie Lian looked down and saw that the scabbard of the sword was ancient and looked as if it had been polished for many years. It was not an ordinary item. His heart was shocked and he raised his forehead and turned to the side, thinking, "It's actually the 'Red Mirror'."

The name of this sword is "Red Mirror". This is a precious sword. Although it cannot subdue demons, no demons or monsters can escape its magic mirror. As long as it is pulled out by an inhuman being, its blade will slowly turn red, as if filled with blood, and the original form of the person who pulls the sword will be reflected on the blood-red blade. No matter how fierce or fierce you are, no one will be spared!

Young people always have a special fondness for precious swords and precious horses. Sanlang said "Oh?" and seemed quite interested, and said, "Let me see."

He held the sword with one hand and the hilt with the other, and slowly pulled it out. Nanfeng and Fuyao stared at his movements. The sword was three inches out of the sheath, and the blade was as bright as snow. After a while, Sanlang chuckled and said, "Brother, are these two servants of yours joking with me?"

Xie Lian coughed lightly, turned around, and said, "Sanlang, I told you, I'm not a servant." After saying this, he turned around again. Nan Feng said coldly, "Who is kidding you?"

San Lang laughed and said, "How can I defend myself with a broken sword?"

After he finished speaking, he inserted the sword back and threw it on the table. Hearing this, Nan Feng's eyebrows trembled, and he suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out. With a "clang" sound, he had a sharp and cold...broken sword in his hand.

The blade of Hong Jing's sword was broken at less than three inches!

Nanfeng's face changed slightly, and he turned the scabbard over again. There was a loud "ding-dong" sound, and the remaining sword blade in the scabbard was broken into several sharp little pieces.

It is true that the red mirror can identify all demons and monsters. No one has ever heard of anything that can escape its eyes. However, no one has ever heard of anything that can cut it into several pieces through the scabbard!

Nanfeng and Fuyao both pointed at Sanlang and said, "You..."

Sanlang laughed twice, leaned back, put his black boots on the table, picked up a piece of red mirror and tossed it in his hand, saying: "I don't think you would deliberately give me a broken sword for self-defense. Maybe it was accidentally broken on the way? Don't worry, I can defend myself without a sword. You can keep the sword for yourselves."

Xie Lian, on the other hand, was completely unable to look directly at the sword. Actually, this strange sword, the Red Mirror, was originally a collection of Jun Wu. When Xie Lian ascended for the first time, he went to the Shenwu Temple to play and saw it at his place. He thought that although the sword was not very practical, it was also interesting, so Jun Wu gave him the Red Mirror. Later, he was demoted and had a difficult time. He could not make it any further, so he asked Feng Xin to pawn the strange sword.

Yes, it’s failed!

The money from the pawning was enough for the master and servant to have a few good meals, and then nothing happened. Xie Lian had too many things to pawn at that time, so he simply forgot about them all, so as not to have his heart bleed when he thought about them from time to time. It was probably because Feng Xin ascended to heaven later, and when he thought of such an incident, he couldn’t bear to see the legendary sword Hong Jing wandering in the mortal world, so he went down to the mortal world to find the sword, sharpened it, and placed it in the Nanyang Palace, where it was taken down by Nanfeng again. In short, Xie Lian felt a dull pain when he saw the sword head, so he could only look away. He felt that the three men were fighting again, shook his head, and carefully observed the weather outside, thinking: "Looking at the momentum, it's going to be windy and sandy soon. If I continue walking today, I wonder if I can find a place to shelter from the wind on the road?"

At this moment, two figures suddenly flashed past on the brilliant golden sand outside the house.

Xie Lian sat up suddenly.

The two figures, one black and one white, were not in a hurry, and could even be said to be calm, but their feet seemed to be walking on the wind and clouds, and they were moving very fast. The man in black was slender, and the one in white was a nun, carrying a long sword on her back and holding a whisk in her arms. The man in black did not even turn his head, but the nun in white turned around and smiled when passing by the small building. This smile was like their figures, fleeting, but for no reason, it gave rise to a strange and bizarre feeling.

Xie Lian had been staring outside, and just happened to catch that scene. The other three people in the small building probably only saw their backs, and could not care about anything else for the time being. Nan Feng stood up and asked, "Who is that?"

Xie Lian also stood up and said, “I don’t know. But he’s definitely not an ordinary person.” After a moment’s silence, he said, “You guys stop playing. I think the wind is going to be strong, so let’s hurry on and go as far as we can.”

Fortunately, although this group of people were in chaos from time to time, they were still determined to do what they had to do. They stopped arguing and packed up the red mirror fragments and left the small building. The four of them walked against the wind for a while. This time, they walked for about two hours, but the distance they walked was far less than what they could have walked in the previous two hours. The wind and sand were much stronger than before. The strong wind wrapped in sand hit people on the head and face, making the exposed parts of their heads, faces and arms hurt slightly. The more they walked, the more difficult it felt. There was a whistling sound in their ears, and the yellow sand covered the sky and the sky, making it difficult to see clearly. Xie Lian held down his hat and said, "This wind and sand is so strange!"

After a long while, no one answered. Xie Lian thought that maybe they had fallen behind. He turned around and saw that the three of them were still following him, but they seemed to have not noticed what he had just said. It turned out that the wind and sand were too strong, and when he opened his mouth, even his voice was blown away. He didn't need to worry about Nanfeng and Fuyao. They walked steadily and murderously in the wind and sand. Sanlang followed five steps behind him, walking slowly.

In the yellow sand, the young man had a calm expression. He walked with his hands behind his back, his red clothes and black hair flying sideways, as if he could not feel any invasion of the wind and sand at all. He was completely unmoved and did not even blink. Xie Lian's face was hurt by the sand. Seeing that he was so indifferent, he was really worried. He said to him, "Be careful of sand getting into your eyes and clothes." Thinking again, he couldn't hear what he said clearly, so Xie Lian walked over and helped him to tighten the collar of his clothes and wrap him tightly to prevent the wind and sand from getting in. Sanlang was startled again. At this time, the other two also followed. The four of them were close to each other and could finally barely hear each other's voices. Xie Lian said, "Everyone, be careful. The wind and sand came suddenly. It's not right. I'm afraid it's a gust of evil wind."

Fuyao said: "It's just that the wind and sand are a little strong, what else can it be?"

Xie Lian shook his head and said, “Sandstorms are not a big deal, what I’m worried about is that there’s something else stuck in the sand.”

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew the bamboo hat on Xie Lian's head up. Once the bamboo hat flew up, it would completely disappear in the vast yellow sand. However, Sanlang was very quick to react and intercepted the bamboo hat that was about to fly into the sky with a single move of his hand, and handed it back to him. Xie Lian thanked him and said as he tied the bamboo hat, "We'd better find a place to take shelter first."

Fuyao disagreed: "If there really is something fishy going on with this sandstorm, it is trying to stop us from moving forward. The more this is the case, the more we should move forward."

Hearing this, before Xie Lian could say anything, San Lang laughed out loud. Fu Yao raised his head and asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

San Lang folded his hands and said with a grin, "Does deliberately going against others give you a sense of satisfaction that you are very unique?"

Xie Lian had felt before that although this boy was always smiling, it was often hard to tell whether he was being sincere or just pretending to be flattering and mocking others. But this time, anyone could see that his smile was not kind at all. Fuyao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Xie Lian raised his hand and said, "Stop it for now. Talk about it later. If the wind is really strong, it will be very scary."

Fuyao asked, "Can you even blow people up to the sky?"

Xie Lian said, “Well, what you said is very possible…”

Before he finished speaking, the people in front of him suddenly disappeared.

In fact, it was not them who disappeared, but him - the sandstorm actually wrapped him up and rolled him into the sky.

tornado!

Xie Lian was spinning in midair. He waved his hand and said, “Ruo Xie! Grab something solid and reliable!!!”

Ruo Xie flew out, and the next moment, Xie Lian felt the end of the white silk sink, as if it was entangled with something, pulling him. Xie Lian finally managed to stay still in mid-air, and when he looked down, he was actually carried by the strong wind to a place at least ten feet above the ground. If Ruo Xie had not grabbed something on the ground, he would have flown even higher. Now he was like a kite, held by only one thread, with his heart on the ground. In the yellow sand blowing in his face, he grabbed Ruo Xie while trying to see what Ruo Xie was holding. As he looked, he finally recognized a red shadow. The other end of Ruo Xie seemed to be wrapped around the wrist of a young man in red.

He asked Ruo Xie to grab something solid and reliable, and Ruo Xie actually grabbed San Lang!

Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to ask Ruo Xie to quickly catch another one, he felt the white silk on his wrist suddenly loosen. He secretly cried out in his heart. This sudden feeling was not because Ruo Xie's other end was loosened. Instead, something more terrible had happened.