When I have a cold, my nose squirts so much that my head feels empty.

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The weather is very good.

This is spring, but today the blue sky is so high and far away that it gives people a rare feeling of autumn.

There are very few clouds in the sky. If you look far into the distance, you can faintly see a line of white clouds on the very far horizon.

The clouds were also very loose and thin, just like the bones of Qing Ling's body, dry and without flesh.

"That girl is really heartless."

Yin Xuege wanted to laugh when she thought of Qing Ling, who gritted her teeth and ate a bowl of pork trotters and noodles before going out in the morning, and then looked at the clouds in the sky that were as thin as hers.

The weather was so nice, and there was a stupid girl waiting at home, who had eaten enough pig's feet and noodle noodles, hugging her belly and moaning under the eaves.

"No need for divination, it will definitely bring good luck."

The weather was so nice, and the mood was so good, so Yin Xuege smiled, and smiled warmly towards Herbert Bobo.

Hebo Bobo was stunned, then frowned, raised his head in disdain, and held the sword at his waist with his left hand. If there weren't so many noble people nearby, Yin Xuege felt that this guy would definitely draw the sword three inches out of its sheath.

, intimidate yourself with the cold sword edge.

Touching the skin around her waist, Yin Xuuge smiled even more happily.

A quarter of an hour ago, the drama that the family heads of Weibei County raised their bets in the Holy Temple disappeared not long after it was played.

Under the instructions of Yin Jiuyou, no one of the family heads in Weinan County accepted the challenge, and everyone just laughed and counted.

In the words of Yin Jiuyou's coffin-closing conclusion, those words were really wonderful. Thinking about it, Yin Xuege always felt eloquent.

"The Spring Hunting Festival is a sacred event performed by the Yin family in Weinan and Weibei for future generations to worship their ancestors and comfort their ancestors."

"Children are shapeless, and they engage in gambling and fighting based on grievances and grievances. They talk about fighting for their lives. This is a children's game. How can you, gentlemen, behave like children? If you really bet on the gambling fight between the two children, and the legend spreads, how can it be done?

Doesn’t it seem that I, from Weinan to Weibei, are narrow-minded and just like a child?”

This is so well said, so wonderful, Yin Xuege loves to listen to it.

He continued to beat and beat, which stabilized the hearts of the families in Weinan, and also made fun of the heads of the families in Weibei.

A group of bosses, big and small, are all the masters of the family. They still want to make a fortune from the gambling battle between two juniors. Isn’t it embarrassing if this matter spreads? You Weibei old men can be embarrassed.

We in Weinan County are all among the 'lords', who will accompany you to embarrass yourself?

This is so wonderful and interesting to say, and it suits Yin Xuege’s thoughts very well.

Two children, talking about risking their lives for a trivial matter. These words were said in a calm and calm manner, and the bloody and ferocious smell was absorbed immediately. In Yin Jiuyou's previous life, he must have been a professional sweeper of the streets.

Yin Xuege didn't want to attract attention.

The gambling fight between him and Herb Bobo was over a dragon and a carp, but it turned into a big deal. It can be said that they were two ignorant young people. They had a dispute over a pet, and they met to hunt tigers and wolves in the jungle to hunt prey.

The number determines the ownership of the pet.

Look, how nice is this tune set by Yin Jiuyou?

There is no hint of conspiracy, no hint of sinisterness, it is just plain and simple, and the fresh smell of children playing comes to the face. Yin Xuege likes this smell. Everyone should not pay too much attention to themselves, then

It’s convenient for you to do things by yourself.

After bowing to the ancient saint and making a gambling contract, the great festival music resumed. Everyone bowed to the saint and left the temple.

After completing the complicated etiquette, the sun had moved a foot away from the top of the head to the west, and the figures of the people had tilted eastward for a long time.

The two major Yin families in Weinan and Weibei, as well as dozens of other wealthy families, were divided into two camps. A total of more than 600 children participated in the gambling battle. Among them, the two Yin families in Weinan and Weibei contributed 198 elites.

The other families only dispatched fifteen people at most.

After everyone left the temple and stood in the square in front of the temple, onlookers from all sides came in one after another, and for a while there was a huge crowd and chaos.

In the last quarter of an hour, let the young people participating in the Spring Hunting Festival taste the last warmth of the world and pay homage to their parents.

Out of more than 600 people, 30% survived, which is a very good result.

Most of the young people will stay in the depths of Sijue Mountains and become food for animals. Perhaps this quarter of an hour is the last moment they want to reunite with their relatives.

Yin Xuege stood alone in the crowd, surrounded by crowds of people, but no one was related to him.

There were at least thousands of people with the same surname as him at the scene, but none of them had anything to do with him.

He is Yin Xuege, his name is Yin Xuege.

He looked up at the sky. The blue sky was extremely high, and only a few thin clouds could be seen on the very far horizon. When countless people around him were disturbing and revealing their true feelings, what came to his mind was that he was as skinny as a stick and looked like a monkey.

Qing Ling, and...

Fatter than a pig, Yin Feifei?

That large piece of moving white fat suddenly flashed through his mind. Yin Xuuge felt a chill all over his body and his stomach felt full.

He turned back and glanced at the gate of the temple.

Just forget about that big fat man, why would he think of him?

In the holy temple, the dragon and carp curled up obediently in the birdcage and were used as bargaining chips and enshrined on the incense table.

The Spring Hunting Festival lasts for three months. This event that occurs once every ten years cannot be treated casually. Hundreds of ethnic groups will survive for three months in the Four Jue Mountains stretching for thousands of miles, hunting wild beasts, or transforming into wild beasts to hunt humans.

Or hunted by wild beasts and humans who are no different from wild beasts.

Within three months, this dragon and carp will stay in the temple obediently.

Three months later, Yin Xuege killed Hebo Bobo and left Sijue Mountains. Long Li was his.

"This guy!"

The streamlined figure of the three-inch long dragon carp flashed before his eyes, and he smiled knowingly.

There was a gasping sound, and the big fat man who had just appeared in his mind suddenly appeared from beside him.

Yin Feifei walked on Yinfeng steps, like a fat and proud swan, struggling to break through the crowd and descend gracefully.

He grabbed Yin Xuuge's hand and pulled him to a secluded corner.

Their friendship grew up when they were peeing and playing in the mud together since childhood. Yinxuegesi followed him to a quiet part of the square without hesitation. Behind a big tree with several people hugging each other, a dark iron-wood box was placed heavily in the shade.

Yin Feifei's little eyes quickly darted left and right, and then kicked the box hard.

"Boss, my father has prepared some good things for you."

Being made nervous by Yin Feifei's nervous expression, Yin Xuuge also quickly looked around and opened the lid of the box.

Inside the iron-wood box that was four feet long, one foot wide, one foot high, and one inch thick, nine dark, dull alloy arrows were neatly stacked.

The entire body is made of a secret alloy unknown to Yin Xuege, and the triangular pyramid-shaped arrowhead is as long as one palm. Such arrowheads have extremely terrifying piercing power.

What made Yin Xuuge stunned was the total of thirty-six magic patterns on the arrowhead, arrow shaft, and arrow feathers.

Among the rune weapons, those with thirty-nine French characters and below are considered low-grade rune weapons. The Gale Wind Crossbow with three patterns in the Yinxue Singer is a low-grade rune weapon. The Thunder Bow with nine patterns is a low-grade rune weapon.

The keeper of the Yin Family Manor held a hurricane crossbow in his arms. It only had twenty-seven spells. It was considered a top-notch item among low-grade rune weapons.

The rune arrows in front of me are each engraved with thirty-six magic patterns. They are already mid-grade rune weapons.

What's even more shocking is that these are one-time consumption arrows, not reusable crossbows.

Such an arrow can even kill a qi practitioner who has successfully practiced the skills and opened all the acupoints in the skills. The vitality of the whole body is like a dragon, and the qi flows through hundreds of meridians. If Hebo Bobo was hit by an arrow, it would probably be as big as a slap.

It's hard to find even one piece of it.

"Where did it come from?"

Yin Xuuge stuffed the iron and wooden box into the storage bag, turned to look at Yin Feifei coldly and shouted in a low voice.

Although mid-grade rune weapon-level arrows are not yet officially used by Qi practitioners, they are subject to strict official control because of their special long-range strike effects. Each of these rune arrows has

There are clear numbers. Each number corresponds to the official arsenal of a certain state or county. If there is any omission or loss, the relevant people will be exterminated.

Yin Feifei actually placed this head-destroying thing behind a big tree?

He is afraid that he, his father, his nine wives, fifteen brothers and sisters, the whole family of twenty-eight maids, twelve servants, four gardeners, concierges, and coolies are not waiting to die quickly enough?

"No problem. No problem at all."

Yin Feifei had never seen Yin Xuuge look so fierce in voice and expression. He was so frightened that he was trembling all over. The white flesh all over his body was undulating like waves.

"Boss, my father is not as good as your father. Uncle Jiu Feng is a street patrol officer, and that is an official."

"My father is just a treasurer in Weinan. After working for 150 years, he has earned the title of a canonical official."

"However, officials also have their benefits. Every year, according to the "Law", this warehouse is always damaged and destroyed."

Staring at Yin Feifei's pinpoint-sized pupils, Yin Xuuge grabbed his neck.

"These things are destroyed according to law? Why are they here?"

Yin Feifei carefully looked around and then lowered his voice.

"It's not from the Weinan arsenal, it's the old inventory from the Weibei arsenal. The talisman is about to expire and will be destroyed according to law."

"My father used some tricks to get it from there without knowing it."
To be continued...