A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Together, Lu Yang and Li Jixiang planned to rush to the town where the hero and heroine met.

When traveling in this desert area, it is natural to prepare food and water.Lu Yang bid farewell to the reluctant proprietress, and advised her that if she couldn't find a brave man to be a man, she might as well go home and inherit the family business as soon as possible.

With tears in her eyes, the proprietress paid for horses and luggage for Lu and Yang, and personally sent him to the gate of the city.

With two naan in his arms, Lu Yang finally waved to the proprietress, turned around, got on his horse and started on the road with the Taoist priest.

Li Jixiang hung two strings of naan around his neck, and it was so heavy that his neck was so heavy. Seeing how hard it was for him to straighten his back, Lu Yang couldn't help persuading him: "Master Dao, let's hang a few on the horse."

Li Daochang frowned and waved his hands, with rejection written all over his face: "You have never been hungry, you don't know."

Lu Yang took another look at the wooden basin tied behind his back. He thought it was a wooden shield a few days ago, but later he saw that he was still holding on to it when he was sleeping, and he was reluctant to part with it, as if the wooden basin was his own wife.

Could it be that Li Daochang paid so much attention to personal hygiene, and even brought a washbasin with him when he went out to wander the rivers and lakes?But before, I had never seen him use it.Lu Yang endured it for a long time, and asked again: "What is the Taoist priest tied behind his back?"

Li Jixiang replied sincerely: "It's my job."

The desert was extremely quiet for a while.

A flock of wild geese flew over his head, and Lu Yang rubbed his hair. No wonder he thought it was strange to see the hairpin on his head before. How could anyone stick two pieces of such smooth wood on the top? Now that I think about it, it was probably chopsticks.

Lu Yang looked at Li Jixiang who was full of smiles with a complicated expression. This person always smiled when he saw him, as if he was born to owe him something and wanted to make up for it. It was really strange.

He added: "I think you look like a Drifting Monk."

There are two rows of big naan hanging on the chest, and it is a compliment to say that it is a Drifting Monk.

Li Jixiang's temper is unbelievably good, he doesn't seem to care about anything, he chuckled and said, "I look like a Drifting Monk, but my appetite is actually eight precepts."

The two stopped and went, Li Daochang was very leisurely and elegant, he often went around admiring the scenery beyond the Great Wall, and only hated not having a camera at hand when he saw the sunset, so that he could capture a beautiful moment.

Lu Yang didn't have as much mood as him. Apart from arguing with Feng Chan secretly to discuss whether his own martial arts or Li Jixiang's martial arts was higher, he would just silently draw sand paintings, and often heard an impromptu poem written by the Taoist priest in his ears, or Jay Chou's song two and three.

After getting along for several days, with these two live treasures by his side, Lu Yang didn't feel bored.He still had some confusion in his heart, wondering why Li Jixiang felt so familiar?After thinking about it, I couldn't figure out the reason. Maybe the two of them are modern people. The familiarity is actually the closeness to the fellow villagers.

One night, Li Jixiang led the horse and walked slowly, chatting with Lu Yang along the way. After a while, he suddenly pointed to the southeast and said to him, "Believe it or not, there is going to be a fight in that place."

How could Lu Yang not believe it.This Taoist comrade has predicted all the weather conditions in the past few days, and even told who Lu Yang met in Baicheng before. After all, the book was written by others, the plot was arranged by others, and he himself was written by others. , who can dissatisfy.

The two wobbled further southeast for a while, and as expected, not far away, they saw two groups of men and horses chopping up a fight. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was indeed the time to do such a thing.

Lu Yang took a look at his equipment, shoes, belt, and clothes. They were fine, but they didn't work at all. In the past, he could only get beaten.

He took another look at Li Daochang, who was calm and composed. The opponent's whole body was only an iron whisk as a weapon.

In the chaotic battle ahead, both teams were well-equipped, and some even wore armor on their horses. Their posture was comparable to that of an army fighting. If the two were mixed in, there was no guarantee that a whole body would be left behind.

Lu Yang pulled the rein, turned his head and left, and was called back by Li Jixiang.

Li Daochang explained to him: "It should be the two largest gangs of horse bandits in the Western Regions. They fought for territory. They beat them, and we can watch them. Don't you have a sword? Pick one up later and see how you took out your pocket that day." , it shouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this.”

That day was the time to deal with the four apprentices, Lu Yang couldn't hold back, and as he got used to his work, he emptied the pockets of the four without any hassle.It's okay not to touch it, but when I touched it, I found a familiar small gold plate with a wolf's head engraved on it, and it weighed the same.

The previous 12 yuan gold medal was not melted and used in the end. It was all given away to the yellow sand all over the sky, and I don't know which lucky guy will pick it up.

been exposed.After many years of training, Lu Yang's face was still not red. He straightened his expression and said, "Then go and have a look."

The two cautiously moved closer. Fortunately, it was Heitian, and there were two more onlookers, so they didn't attract much attention.

The two horse bandit gangs fought very lively, with swords and swords facing each other, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.In just a short while, three different thighs fell from the air in front of the two of them, splashing blood all over their face.

Li Jixiang wiped his face, looked at the scene that was comparable to a meat grinder, his expression was very excited: "This is Jianghu."

Lu Yang murmured in his heart: This is a pervert.

Excited, Li Daochang leaned over and hugged Lu Yang's shoulders, the two brothers hugged each other nicely, pointed at the people fighting inside and said: "Look at those pectoral muscles, those arms, it's really well practiced. Hey, the arms are gone, but it’s not important, there are still legs, the muscles in the legs are so muscular, they are almost as good as the horse, what a pure master... oops, the legs are gone.”

Lu Yang said with a complicated expression: "Don't talk about it, Taoist priest, let that brother live."

Li Daochang touched his chin and explained: "I am a person who especially likes that kind of beautiful and well-proportioned muscles, but it's a pity that this body can only be trained like this..."

Lu Yang suddenly thought of a person, and patted him on the shoulder in turn, saying: "I know a person, the muscle mass is really good, the skin is thin and white, I will introduce you to him sometime."

"Really?" Li Jixiang grinned and said with a chuckle, "I don't want burps."

Lu Yang met a like-minded brother, and the two pointed to the crowd and chatted again, each analyzing which horse bandit was his favorite type.

His eyes were sharp, and he found a familiar little gold medal on the belt of the man who was slashing around with a torch. It was reflected by the fire, so bright that it was hard for people not to notice it.

He took out the gold medal in his pocket and compared it, frowned and thought for a while, and pushed it to Li Jixiang: "In your novel, is there any sect or organization whose token is a gold medal like this?"

Li Jixiang also frowned and recalled for a long time, and finally said: "Not really."

"Really? Think again, this is quite important."

Li Jixiang glanced at him: "I really haven't written about this kind of organization. Could it be that you still work part-time as a chivalrous man? Are you going to uproot the organization behind those four disciples?"

"In your original book, Jiudaomen, one of the twelve sects, is the leader of the world's sword gang. Why did you lose?"

Li Jixiang looked at him with a smile: "It's because the leader of the Demon Cult and the leader of Wanzhang Peak organized a martial arts conference with malicious intentions. Not only did he poison the head of the sect, but he also robbed him of his family's treasured sword."

Lu Yang showed off his almost penniless net worth, and said, "Can I do this?"

"I believe you."

"When the Nine Swords Gate was destroyed, I happened to be in Baile City, but it really has nothing to do with me."

"I believe you."

This is a weird way to say it.Lu Yang squinted at him: "And I suspect that the Nine Knife Gate's demise is inseparable from this organization."

Li Daochang also nodded: "I know, this time point is not right at all, it is several years earlier, so I also doubt that there are people from our world in this world."

The two looked at each other for a while, each with solemn expressions, and finally, Li Jixiang smiled lightly, with a winning expression: "Trust me, I am the author, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Yang tried to attack him: "But they easily changed the timeline and wiped out a sect. If there are more big events that are difficult to predict in the future, what should the author do?"

Helpless, Li Daochang is very confident and looks very reliable, his little expression is almost dragged to the sky: "It's good if we join forces, but behind me is the luck of the whole world."

Lu Yang rolled his eyes.

A recognizable shout suddenly came from the crowd. Lu Yang's ears were also sharp. He quickly turned his head to look for the source of the sound. After searching for a long time, he finally saw a very familiar figure on the back of a wounded horse.

Why is Sijiu here?

Li Jixiang also noticed it, he followed the man's gaze, and opened his mouth wide, Li Daochang's eyes were vicious, he was able to analyze the good looks from the man with a face full of wind and sand, and secretly sighed with emotion at this man's swordsmanship, muttering Muttered: "So pretty, your wife?"

"Your daughter-in-law." Lu Yang knew Sijiu was a human being, he left a sentence, got on his horse and rushed to save her.

Li Jixiang was left on the spot, reacted for a long time, and muttered "That's okay." Then he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly picked up a sword in the hands of the corpse on the ground, and also mounted his horse to chase after him, shouting: "You sword!"

"You're cheap." Lu Yang didn't have time to turn around, he muttered something, and went to save Sijiu empty-handed.

I haven't seen him in several months, and Sijiu's face is also tanned, with a handful of yellow sand and a handful of weeds on it. He also looks disheveled and has an ugly mustache. If it weren't for that figure and sword Fa is so familiar that even if Lin Qiao were to recognize it, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize it.

As soon as the two met, Sijiu Sha was stunned and thought it was an enemy, and he just swung and slashed wildly when he went up. It seemed that he was at the end of his strength, and he didn't have much strength left.

Fortunately, the sword moves Lu Yang learned were similar to hers, and after barely dodging, he took out half a piece of leftover naan from his bosom and threw it, hitting Forty-Nine on the forehead: "See who I am!"

The naan has been stored for many days, whether it can be eaten is another matter, but it can be used as a stone anyway.Sijiu couldn't see anything clearly under the black lights, and thought it was a hidden weapon when he saw the black shadow, so he cowered on the horse in fright, his posture was like a quail.

She waited for a long time and didn't feel any pain, so she barely got up from the horse. After trying to recognize the other party's appearance, she was very pleasantly surprised: "Oh, fuck! You are the motherfucker, Old Zheng!"

Where did she learn such swear words, her 'mother' Lin Qiao must be very sad to hear that.Lu Yang wiped the yellow sand off his face, and forcibly pulled away Sijiu who was panting from exhaustion. The two turned their heads and bumped into Li Jixiang who was holding a sword.

Sijiu thought it was the enemy again, but because he really had no strength, he stood in a stalemate for a long time, finally he sighed, opened his arms and said, "Damn it, cut me off."

Li Jixiang couldn't stop laughing, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the rein steadily, and he almost fell off the horse's back.

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