An hour passed, and Huang Wuji was already far away from the place where he was killed, and he seemed to be walking in no hurry or slow, but every step was more than ten meters, as if the ground was shrinking into inches.

The dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight, and the dark night did not bother Huang Wuji in any way. But it's easy to get lost at night, so Huang Wuji found one and was ready to rest until dawn.

found a vacant space at random, moved the seat in the storage ring and put it on the ground, and a table of hot meals was also put on the table, Huang Wuji shook off his cheeks without any scruples and ate it in a big gulp, there was no discomfort after killing at all, the so-called murderous drinking after food, probably like this.

Sweeping away all the food on the table in one go, Huang Wuji took out the purple mud gauze pot and took a sip gently, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a long sword appeared in his hand.

Yes, it is the Qinghong Sword, the sword of luck of the young master of the Zi family, it turned out that as early as the moment the young master of the Zi family died, he was received by Huang Wuji in the storage ring, and looked at the red luck contained in the Qinghong Sword with the hope technique, and judged that it should be around fifteen thousand years, which is definitely a bumper harvest for him.

However, absorbing 10,000 years of luck is not the same as absorbing 1,000 years of luck, whether it is a human or a foreign race, everyone will use their own life, which is also a source of luck for people.

If a low-level personality absorbs qi luck unlimitedly, it will eventually be unable to bear to be eaten by luck, and good luck will also become bad luck.

Fortunately, Huang Wuji's life has been fused with the three-color Honglian, and no matter how much luck there is, it will not cause any damage in front of the three-color Honglian, a holy object of luck.

The fifteen-thousand-year luck of the Qinghong Sword, the most difficult place for Huang Wuji to absorb is how to eliminate the trace of the purple 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, and in addition to its own luck, it is also contaminated with the aura of a lot of spiritual weapons of the Zi Family Town clan. If this sword is in the hands of someone other than the Zi family, it will not play any role at all, unless the Zi family's luck mark is eliminated.

If you want to eliminate the mark in the Qinghong Sword, the most effective way is to mobilize the luck in the three-color rainbow lotus to destroy it instantly. However, the consequence of this is that Huang Wuji's luck will consume a lot, and there is no fixed value, it may be hundreds of years, it may be thousands of years, and it may even be tens of thousands of years.

If it is the first two, Huang Wuji can still accept it, if it is the last one, the so-called gains outweigh the losses, and it will be a big loss. The three-colored Honglian is no longer the holy relic of heaven and earth with endless luck, and only has a mere 100,000 years of luck after recognizing the Lord.

If you want to fight against a fifteen-thousand-year-old pseudo-spirit weapon and a true spirit weapon with a red luck limit at the same time, you are a little powerless, and the luck consumed accidentally will not be a small amount.

What's more, now that the Qinghong Sword is moved, it is possible that the people of the Zi family will sense it, and follow the mark on the Qinghong Sword to find himself, Huang Wuji glanced at the Qinghong Sword a few times, and threw it back into the storage ring, so he could only wait until Fang Wai was trying to find a way, hoping that the Zi family's spiritual weapon would not be so far away.

As long as it is out of the range covered by the Purple Family's spiritual weapon, then the difficulty will be reduced to very small, or even effortless.

After eating and drinking, Huang Wuji couldn't help but have a headache, he was about to go to Baiyun Fortress, how could he get in. Thinking about it, Huang Wuji fell asleep and slept until dawn.

Huang Wuji, who was hit by the sun, slowly opened his eyes and slapped his head violently, probably not being an ordinary person for a long time, and even forgot the most basic attempt.

The so-called road guide in Middle-earth is just a record of the person's name, height, where he lives, and some other information, as long as he finds a person who is as tall as himself, and robs him of the road guide without being entangled, thinking about those superfluous thoughts before, putting himself in danger, it is really annoying.

Huang Wuji finally remembered what happened to Lu Yin at this time, and secretly scolded himself for wasting his efforts.

Huang Wuji walked out of the woods and came to the main road, looked left and right, all of them were caravans walking, basically there was no scattered people, even if they were fat or thin from time to time, their height was completely unequal.

Huang Wuji simply didn't look for it, anyway, there would be more passers-by near the Baiyun Fortress, and it would be more convenient to find a stand-in when the time came. Huang Wuji spent a few taels of silver and casually found a caravan and said to take a hitchhike and get off near the Baiyun Fortress.

Originally, the owner of the caravan was still hesitant, but when he thought that it was only an hour away from the Baiyun Fortress, which was under the jurisdiction of the army, it was impossible for there to be unsightly bandits to make trouble, so he agreed for the sake of silver.

Even if Huang Wuji had money, the owner of the caravan was still very careful to arrange him on a flatbed carriage in the open air, and 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 it was not far from Baiyun, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he couldn't see it, closed his eyes and didn't say anything, and slowly started to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Since leaving Kyoto, I haven't practiced the "Innate Heart Sutra" for a long time, but the regular use of "King Kong Quenching Body Fist" has made great progress, and after many days of fighting, I have steadily entered the sixth layer.

Intoxicated in the "Innate Heart Sutra", time passed unconsciously, Huang Wuji in his eyes suddenly felt that someone was coming towards him, his eyes suddenly opened, and a compelling cold light looked at the person.

The caravan owner was startled by the forced gaze, and after coming back to his senses, he looked at Huang Wuji and found that there was nothing wrong, thinking that he had a cold and didn't care, and said: "This son, the Baiyun Fortress is about to arrive, do you want to get off!"

Huang Wuji looked up at the front, and the walls of the Baiyun Fortress were faintly visible. Huang Wuji nodded, and with his left hand, he took out an extra ten taels of silver in his arms and handed it to the caravan boss, which was the fare he had agreed before.

The caravan owner happily took the money and ran away without asking. Ten taels of silver is not much for the caravan owner, but it is not the same as picking it up for nothing.

Huang Wuji jumped out of the flatbed truck, and saw that there were more passers-by walking alone with three or five people or one or two people around, although he had not yet found a suitable candidate, he already had hope in his heart.

Huang Wuji walked on the road as if walking, except for the dust raised by the caravans from time to time, his eyes kept scanning the solitary passers-by.

"That's you!" Huang Wuji suddenly saw a middle-aged man about his own height, and stepped forward to follow. Huang Wuji grabbed the other party's lumbar vertebrae with his right hand, put his left hand around his neck, and gently said in the middle-aged man's ear: "I don't want to die, follow me!"

The middle-aged man had already been blinded by the sudden situation, nodded again and again in fright, and followed Huang Wuji with his feet soft and swaying.

The two gradually moved away from the main road, and the passing pedestrian caravan became fewer and fewer, and entered the woods, and Huang Wuji had just let go of the middle-aged man. Hearing a pop, the middle-aged man knelt on the ground, hugged Huang Wuji's thigh and cried, and said pleadingly: "Uncle, let go of the little one, the little one is just an ordinary person, just take whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me!"

Huang Wuji was so embarrassed that he couldn't cry or laugh, he pulled up the middle-aged man, threw an extra fifty taels of silver in his hand and threw it to the ground and said, "Lead me your way, the silver is yours!"

The middle-aged man looked at the silver on the ground suspiciously, looked up at Huang Wuji and asked, "Uncle, are you serious!" After speaking, the middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the silver on the ground greedily.

"Of course, the road leads me, the silver is yours!" The middle-aged man heard what Huang Wuji said, and after confirming it repeatedly, he grabbed the silver on the ground in his hand, and then took out a white piece of cardboard from his arms and handed it to Huang Wuji.

Huang Wuji took the road guide and took a look, it said, Feng Erdan, age forty-five years old, address Xiaofeng Village, Gouzi, Zilin City, which also recorded how many people in the family, what they were called, etc., very detailed, and the most special thing was that there was an additional portrait.

Seeing such a road guide, Huang Wuji was really helpless, the things of the common people had been forgotten for hundreds of years, and even the portraits on the road guide were forgotten.

Huang Wuji was stunned in place with Lu Yin, and Feng Erdan squatted on the ground nervously holding the silver, his eyes full of joy.

After thinking for a while, Huang Wuji looked at the Lu Yin in his hand, and it was not a way, so he said to Feng Erdan: "Lu Yin will return you!" "Uncle, you are!" Feng Erdan didn't know why, but the silver in his hand tightened.

"Don't worry, the silver is still your way, I don't want it!" Huang Wuji is not a stingy person, he will snatch back the silver sent out, but when he saw Feng Erdan's appearance, he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

"Really!" Feng Erdan said as he looked at Huang Wuji, and carefully picked up Lu Yin with one hand. Huang Wuji smiled, and in his arms, he took out two ingots of fifty taels of silver and appeared in his hand.

Feng Erdan looked at Huang Wuji as if he was playing a trick, and there were two more ingots of silver in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to snatch them down and hold them in his arms. But when I thought that the person on the other side was not an ordinary person, I immediately became pitiful and depressed.

"Do you want it!" Huang Wuji held the silver and shook it in front of Feng Erdan. Feng Erdan's heart was almost gone, and he nodded desperately.

"It's not impossible to want to, do you have any way for me to sneak into the White Cloud Fortress!" As soon as Huang Wuji's words were finished, Feng Erdan reacted suddenly, and his gaze at Yinzi was much clearer.

"Uncle, you must be guided to enter the Baiyun Fortress!" Feng Erdan is greedy for silver, people are not fools, on the contrary, they are a little clever, taking a stranger into the Baiyun Fortress is a capital crime of killing the head.

"My path is lost, otherwise I won't rob you!" Huang Wuji pretended to look at Feng Erdan helplessly. It may be that Huang Wuji's acting is too realistic, or Feng Erdan fell in love with the two ingots of silver and asked, "What Gongzi said is true!"

"Of course, you see that I look like I'm lying!" Huang Wuji shook the silver, and shook Feng Erdan's eyes, that was one hundred taels plus fifty taels in his hand, a total of one hundred and fifty taels, and he could live for five or six years without doing anything.

Feng Erdan hesitated, took one hundred and fifty taels of silver, and compared it with his own life. Just when Feng Erdan was thinking wildly, Huang Wuji also saw the other party's scruples, the corners of his mouth pulled a slight smile, and he said with two more ingots of fifty taels of silver in his hand.

"Feng Erdan, look, how much more is enough!".

(End of chapter)