A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Outside the Yumen Pass, there is a thousand miles of Gobi.

A small town formed by businessmen from various countries in the desert, dotted in it, standing on the city wall, looking around, and can't see anything other than yellow sand, tourists can only judge by the sunrise and sunset direction.

In front of the roast mutton shop with only one face, a waiter with his face scorched yellow from the vicissitudes of life was sitting on a recliner, resting with his eyes closed under the cool shade of the shed.

There are not many people in this place, and the merchant team sometimes comes dozens of times a day, sometimes not once in ten days. They pass here because they need to buy supplies, so there is a mixed bag of people from all walks of life.

Two or three guys who looked like porters in the merchant team came over and yelled at the waiter: "Man, give me two catties of mutton."

Xiao Er lifted the rag covering his body and threw out a handful of yellow sand. He wiped his face, cleared his throat, and asked hoarsely, "Do you want to cut it?"

"It's all right, just watch."

Xiao Er shrugged, turned around and went into the room to dump the mutton.He put the blanched mutton on a skewer, first cut it with a few knives and cut it into a state that is easy to eat, then roasted it on the fire again, after a while, he cleaned it up neatly, and gave the meat and the rack to the people outside.

As soon as he took the money, he gave a handful of green fruits to quench his thirst.

Xiaoer saw that the sun was going to set, so the proprietress took a camel to go to the market in the next city a few days ago. She didn't know if she would be able to come back today, so she tidied up the things at the door and planned to close the stall in advance.

As soon as he tidied up, a pair of wheat-colored slender arms suddenly came up from behind, covered with strings of strange stone bracelets, and the thin red gauze sleeves were rubbed to the upper arms.

The visitor hugged the clerk's neck tightly, and climbed up his thin waist with his legs unceremoniously. The clerk was stiff all over, and by the familiar scent on her body, he recognized that the proprietress had returned.

Hearing it again, he probably drank again, drank like this, and wandered back to this city, wondering if he was taking advantage of others on the way.

The proprietress was pulled off by him, hugged horizontally in his arms, and moved into the backyard of the small shop, intending to throw her into someone's room.During this period, the landlady's eyes were blurred, watching him tidy up his clothes without looking sideways, and then entered the room very solemnly, as if carrying a plate of meat, drunk, she couldn't help but murmured: "Zheng Lang. .....What a nice man...”

Lu Yang pretended not to hear, and threw the sexy proprietress on the bed.I planned to ignore it, but thinking that the person on the bed was paying him, I looked around for a water bottle, and threw it behind my back.

The proprietress didn't rest for long, and she lay beside the bed and sang songs from outside the Great Wall. She sang in a mixture of Hu and Chinese, which was quite interesting.

Lu Yang hid outside the door, watched the sunset in the distance, and drank water quietly.

He has been out for three months.

Three months ago, the four of them had just left the seclusion for a day, and they were charged with some kind of god. One night, a strong wind suddenly blew up and the four of them were blown away.

Lu Yang was sleeping deeply at that time, and it was a rare good sleep.It's a pity that when he opened his eyes again, not only was he gone, but he also lost his sword. Except for his good clothes, there was only a broken wrench left in his hand. It was a dead end.

Thirsty and hungry, he managed to join a group of merchants. He concealed his martial arts and served as a thug. Because he was so hardworking and handsome, he was spotted by the proprietress who happened to be riding a camel, and brought him back to this small town.

After getting along for about two months, Lu Yang gradually understood that this seemingly silly proprietress should be the daughter of a noble family in a certain country in the Western Regions. Because she likes to make friends and wander around, she brought some money to travel. That is to play.

Falling in this small broken city, opening a shop is not for making money. I often buy a lot by myself, and I am a full-fledged shopkeeper. I often go out for several days and don’t come back. I don’t worry about the shop closing down at any time. I feel very relieved. Lu Yang takes care of it.

Lu Yang also finally realized how helpless it is for his boss to be a hands-off shopkeeper.He cleaned the gates every day, greeted and sent them away, killed sheep to prepare goods, and asked passers-by if they had the whereabouts of the three people, living in a muddleheaded way.

He looked at the clouds in the sky today, saw that touch of red, and suddenly felt that he was a little sorry for Shen Yunkai before.

Feng Chan said, "Why don't you talk lately?"

I'm sorry to mention it.Lu Yang rolled his eyes, what can he say in this land where his mouth is like a mouthful of sand?If it wasn't for him, who would be willing to go out of this pass and return to Baile City to be Zhang Da's personal assistant?

Zhang Qiaoqiao was very kind and generous. Before leaving, he prepared a lot of things for the four of them. Seeing that Lu Yang wanted to wear a set of clothes for a lifetime, and was so poor, he picked out a few sets of strong and durable clothes for him, and returned them to Lu Yang. He had a beautiful and practical sword tassel, and two pairs of hard-wearing and light boots.

Lu Yang was so moved that he almost cried, he wished he could throw his finger on a grave and stay in Baile City as her lifelong bodyguard.

It's a pity, now those things have been blown away by the wind, and Jiansui also followed the sword and fell to nowhere.Lu Yang secretly sighed, if the second junior brother knew, he had lost the sword he gave him, and would have been sulking for months without knowing it.

Feng Chan is restless, with a broken mouth, in Lu Yang's words, it is a leaky mouth.Apart from resting and recuperating in the fingers all day long, a sentence or two suddenly popped up from time to time to scare Lu Yang.Fortunately, with him panting, Lu Yang felt that he was not considered a walking dead these days.

After the proprietress had finished resting, she came out swayingly, patted Lu Yang on the shoulder for the first time, and said that the shopkeeper also needs to be aware of the people's sentiments. Today you can just sit in the backyard and rest, and I want to entertain guests.

Lu Yang was happy to be at leisure, and went to the backyard to wipe his body with a clean cloth, and there was a layer of sand at the bottom of the basin after washing.

It's not that he doesn't like personal hygiene, but that in such a windy place, everyone is like this, whether it's a pretty black-skinned woman or a not-so-cute waiter in a black leather shop.

As soon as he finished washing and putting on his clothes, he turned around and saw the proprietress holding two racks of unroasted meat, standing in a daze at the door of the backyard.

Facing his questioning gaze, the proprietress was a barbarian girl after all, with a generous and aggressive nature, so she waved her meat, smiled, and said in substandard Chinese: "Zheng Lang is in good shape, a man, a man's medal! "

Lu Yang looked down at his neatly dressed body, as if through the clothes, he could see the criss-crossing scars, he smiled helplessly: "Actually, I don't want to either."

The proprietress got busy, and she replied to him while setting up a barbecue: "Pure man, so I can marry a wife."

There is one who wants to marry him, but the one who wants to marry him has not yet come.Lu Yang turned around to go to another smaller room to rest early, and heard the proprietress muttering behind him: "My family has five thousand sheep, more than 2000 cows, and many camels. Don't believe me. You will not find a suitable wife when you return to the Central Plains in the future." , come back and marry me."

He shook his head, thinking it was the proprietress who was still drunk, and went back to the room and fell on the bed, his mind was a little messed up.

There is another person who loves to disturb him at this moment, Feng Chan makes some kind of cheap voice to add bricks and tiles to his upset.

"Our little Zheng Lang is very popular, and we are all the kind with beautiful looks and rich families. I figured it out. You must be a little boy in your life. It's so enviable. What happened when I was alive? No one has taken a fancy to me, I didn't look bad back then..."

This person has been able to calmly face the fact that he has been dead for many years, and he is also good at teasing the thin-skinned Lu Yang. During the period of silence, his mentality has secretly improved a lot.

Lu Yang said bluntly: "You may be good-looking, but your mouth is too broken, you talk too much, and you like to go around looking for people to fight. Whoever follows you will be considered unlucky."

Feng Chan was not happy anymore, he tried to quibble angrily: "Nonsense! My little apprentice has been with me for many years, I have been raising him, and he has never disliked me. The tea is poured with water, but cooking is not very tasty..."

Lu Yang smiled, feeling a little unbelievable in his heart, no one could stand him.Then he asked: "What's the name of your apprentice? Go back to the Central Plains and ask for help, see if he is still alive, and if he has become a hero."

"I've been dead for so long. If he's still alive, my son will probably be as old as you. Why are you looking for him... I don't expect him to be a hero, my apprentice, I just want him to be ordinary. An'an, living is better than anything else."

"Then you are open enough. My master is different. He trains me on weekdays, and he can't wait to let me die. It seems that death is what he wants."

Feng Chan didn't know what was going on in his mind, probably recalled some sad things, his voice suddenly became much lower: "Forget it, don't need to see him, you can help me find out about his current situation, call Anan."

Before Lu Yang agreed, he heard a scream from the proprietress in the front hall outside the door.He subconsciously touched his waist, intending to draw his sword, but failed.There was really no other way, so I had no choice but to grab a wooden stick in the corner and quickly rushed into the shop.

A man from the Central Plains in a black robe was about to press the proprietress on the table to commit misdeeds, while the other three companions were laughing and talking obscenely. Looking at the four wine cups on the table, they were probably I drank too much wine and was about to make trouble by drinking.

Damn.Lu Yang cursed secretly, picked up the stick and hit it, knocking the Central Plains man who was on the proprietress to the ground.

Seeing this, the other three people stood up, and each took out something, with a knife and a sword, and it was not easy to mess with their posture.

Lu Yang was only angry that he didn't have the sword in his hand. If he had it, what would these four little thieves be?But he only had a wooden stick in his hand, and the knife for cutting mutton was on the opponent's table, too far away to copy, and the other neat knife was in the backyard, too far away.

He took a deep breath, frowned and greeted him. Feng Chan reminded him of places to protect in advance from time to time. Sure enough, old Feng Zi was still very useful at critical moments. His old man had already analyzed the situation of these four people. The martial arts, as well as the tricks used, it's a pity that he himself can't drive Lu Yang's body, otherwise he wouldn't have to deal with it for so long.

Fortunately, Lu Yang was not an ordinary person. He had worked as a bandit arrester before, so he was naturally steady and ruthless in his strikes. Even the wooden stick was used to the limit of what it could do.After several twists and turns, he was stabbed lightly on the shoulder, there was a shallow knife mark on his back, bleeding was oozing, and a scratch was made on his face, that alone was not bad.

These people came from different sects, and their attacks were surprisingly vicious, almost comparable to Lu Yang himself in the past. While guarding, he was surprised at the same time, how could such a small broken city attract such masters?

The four of them were also seriously injured, and they stared at Lu Yang more and more unkindly. It seemed that they were going to go together soon, and together they took down Lu Yang who seemed to be at the end of his strength.

A gray figure who did not know when appeared in front of the shop suddenly made a move, swung the whisk that seemed soft and elegant in his hand, and hit the two of them hard behind the back twice, and they fell to the ground as if they had been hit hard. They all spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lu Yang seized the opportunity and gave each of the remaining two people a sap. The technique was extremely poisonous, and they didn't take their lives, but it was almost the same.

The proprietress had been huddling in the corner of the wall with her legs limp. Seeing this, she stood up tremblingly, with trembling hands and feet, and hurried over to check on Lu Yang's injury.

The gray-clothed figure also approached, and only then did the two of them see his face clearly. His two thick eyebrows fell into his temples, and his big eyes were as bright as lamps. There was a three-point smile on his mouth. He was dressed in plain gray clothes, and he was dressed like a Taoist priest. .

Seeing Lu Yang's face, he stared blankly for a while, his eyelashes flickered slightly, then burst into laughter again, and said, "Seeing this strong man's extraordinary skill, he thought he was a knight on a fast horse from the Western Regions, but he is also from the Central Plains." .Pin Dao is late, please forgive me."

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