A slightly familiar Hu guy, with a darker complexion. At first glance, Qian Chen thought he was a Kunlun slave from Persian food!
He is now performing the art of swallowing fire. He saw him put a piece of red charcoal in his mouth and chewed it heavily. He reached out to take out a piece of firewood with remaining fire from the fire beside him. He opened his mouth and spit out a flame. The fire was burning, like a lotus flower, which caused cheers from the people around him.
There was also a thin boy climbing on the bamboo pole. He was carrying several small swords behind his back, standing on the silk thread that was as thin as a rope, and was unbearable. Even if a cat stood up, it was determined that the silk thread would not stand steadily. The boy was flying. He threw the small sword on his back, and the sword long with his palm was thrown by him dozens of feet high, and then reached out to catch it.
Soon he increased to two, three, and finally to five small swords.
The sword lights intertwined in his hands, but never fell on him.
The sword blade that flashed with cold light was constantly thrown up and fell down by him. His hands intertwined each other. Suddenly the young man reached out and threw it. The sword light cut through the night sky and stabbed at a slightly larger boy below. The young man shook his head and bit the sword with his teeth. On the thin rope, the sword light shone. The two young men threw the flying swords at each other until they were both manipulated at the same time, allowing the sword light to shuttle between the two.
Such a trick is called Flying Sword Jumping Pill, which is the prototype of the sword cultivator's flying sword technique.
Although these young men have shallow true energy, they can use their energy to control the sword first, like a hidden weapon, and control the coming and going of flying swords.
There was also a performance of rushing to the narrow-minded performance. A man borrowed two sharp horizontal knives from the Tang sergeant next to him, clamped the horizontal knives between two wooden boards, revealing only a wide gap between the two blades. He picked up a chicken feather flying from the cockfighting beside him, and gently stroked the knife edge of the horizontal knives, and the chicken feather flew out of the two halves.
The big man took a few steps back and rushed towards the blade.
As everyone screamed, they suddenly passed through the knife edge as big as a palm, and jumped safely to the back of the wooden board. Qian Chen could see clearly that the man pinched a hand technique of escape. When he rushed to the knife edge, his body shrank several times. He passed through the gap very quickly.
The sergeant who looked next to him said dissatisfiedly: "You are too narrow! I have seen someone pass through a narrow mouth as big as a crack in his finger."
After saying that, I had to go up and adjust the blade, shrinking the blade in half, only three fingers wide.
The big man was so scared that his face was pale and waved his hand and said, "You can't, Jun Ye, you can't! Xiao Ke has not learned his skills well, and his head cannot change... He really can't rush over like this."
The little school smiled and said, "You can't do it if someone else can rush?"
The man had no choice but to go to the old man next to him to ask for a knife-edge talisman and paste it on his body. Even if it was cut into two pieces and removed the talisman paper, the knife-edge could heal.
Such talismans are an illusion, used to deceive the blade and pretend that the person has been cut open.
As long as the illusion is removed, the person will naturally be fine. Like the wall-walking technique and invisibility technique, they are all applications of illusion. The old man next to him is a magician, and he often uses this talisman to cut people in half and then combine them.
It is just that it is easy to deceive dead objects, but it is difficult to deceive living people. Therefore, people are not allowed to be killed.
Even if you practice it to the point where you can deceive a fool's man and a fool's wife, you only need to press it before the gods, invite a magic knife, and kill it with one knife. No knife talisman will work.
The beheaded swords used by the creators of the Tang Dynasty were all magic swords sacrificed in front of the yamen gods, so they were prevented from being faked to escape.
Seeing that his head was indeed difficult to change, Qian Chen could only shrink a little bit, and he might have to cut off his head later. Those soldiers didn't know the severity. Can the knife-inserting talismans defend against ordinary blades and horizontal swords engraved with magic spells? The team of soldiers only said that the man would not perform without ability, and the man felt that the performance failed, so he could also pull the knife-inserting talismans to recover the knife wound.
But this time he borrowed two standard horizontal swords from the army.
By chance, the performance was about to be killed.
When the great man rushed towards the blade, Qian Chen secretly pinched a magic trick. When the great man jumped towards the blade, he still pinched the escape trick. At this time, his whole body seemed to have been flattened and turned into a slender "noodle". His head was always pressed, and he was about to be cut off by a horizontal knife.
The big man closed his eyes and said to himself: "I'm going to make a fool of myself this time!"
At this time, the gap between the blade seemed to have been pulled apart by someone, and there was no change in the eyes of others. But if the man opened his eyes and looked at it, he would find that the two rows of blades had been enlarged like a door panel.
The man jumped up and walked through without feeling.
He touched his head in confusion, wondering why his head had not fallen. The old man who was magician had just finished his performance, he jumped into the big jar, and then drilled out of the small jar, and his body became only one-third of the size of the original, which was exactly the ratio of the mouth of the big jar to the small jar.
Jumped back again and returned to its original state.
After asking for the reward, the old man turned around and looked for the big man. When he saw him standing in front of two horizontal swords, he was so scared that he quickly pulled him and said, "How dare you borrow official swords? Official swords have been used by magic. You can't deceive any magic, and you can't hide any changes. With one knife, your head will fall off!"
The man was so scared that he was sweating profusely, and he quickly begged for mercy: "Thank you, my father-in-law, I won't dare to save me next time!"
The old man asked him the whole story and said fortunately, "Just now, an expert took action to help you save your life. Otherwise, you will not be able to take your head back!"
The big man was scared and sweated in a cold sweat. He quickly returned the sword to the sergeant. When the school heard this, he said seriously: "It was me who took the initiative! I almost harmed people... You can't make a fuss in the future!" He shouted to the sergeant behind him, took out dozens of copper coins from his body, and the other sergeants also gathered some and handed them to the big man, saying, "Take it and suppress the shock! I don't know which expert took action to save your life."
Qian Chen had already gone away and went to other places to watch the fun.
A Hu man wearing a black robe and tattooed face on his face should be a wizard from the nearby Qiang tribe. He followed an old Qiang man and left the narrow performance, saying in Qiang words: "The Han people also have extraordinary skills, but they can only perform in this game and not be rich. Do we practice magic and can only shepherd sheep in the mountains, eat rotten cheese, and old lamb without salt flavor?"
The old Qiang man warned him: "Yeli Huiqi, there are countless powerful people among the Tang people. Don't rely on a little magic to provoke them."
The young Qiang people said: "We can't afford to offend the Tang people's warriors. Can't we still offend those rich but incompetent people?"
He casually pointed at Qian Chen, who was wearing better clothes but had a novel face in his face and said, "Look at that person, he was thin and stared at the sight of the shallow spell. He was just a rich mediocre man, but he could wear silk clothes, wear good jade pendants, eat barbecue lamb, and hold a sharp sword."
"And I have been practicing magic since I was six years old. I hung upside down on the cliff in the wilderness, took off my bones and washed them with witch medicine. I practiced sword techniques every day, and I dared not touch women when practicing magic. I didn't even have descendants, and I even blinded one of my eyes!" He raised his head, revealing the terrifying scars in his left eye.
"I have gone through so much hardship, can't I become a superior person yet?"
The old Qiang man sighed and said, "Yeli meets beggars. In the tribe, aren't you already the best man?"
"But the tribe is poor and the Tang people are rich. But here, those who have practiced magic are only worthy of performing to others to show to beg for that little reward? Can't we take the things of those who do not have magic at will?"
The old Qiang people persuaded: "The Tang people have the rules of the Tang people. They are strong. As long as they send a team of warriors, they can kill all our tribes. For such warriors, they have hundreds of thousands of people in a city. In places with powerful tribes, they must abide by their rules, otherwise they will inevitably be killed by them. This is the ancient teaching of our Qiang people."
"Yeli meets beggars. If you don't listen to the teachings of your ancestors, something will definitely happen!"
The young Qiang man had to bow his head, but a trace of unruly light flashed in his eyes...
Qian Chen visited the night market and enjoyed the lively atmosphere. Although various spells were shallow, they were full of vitality that he did not have in his era. The spells were no longer objects of the immortal sect of aristocratic families, no longer the high-rise Qingtan Avenue, but were integrated into the market and appeared in ordinary alleys.
Those artists who practice magic perform tricks, ask for rewards, and make a living have a wonderful experience that deeply attracts Qian Chen.
He turned the bonfire and was about to pass through a tent area in the dark and go to another bonfire open space. A depressing strange sound came from the tent next to him. Qian Chen was gentle and did not disturb him.
As soon as he turned a tent, he saw a black shadow jumping in front of him. The black shadow opened his mouth and squirted a stream of blue smoke, attacking Qian Chen's mouth and nose.
Yeli Yuqi opened his mouth and sprayed out the medicine cigarette, which attracted the thin Tang Ren. He quickly reached out to take off the man's jade pendant and put it in his arms. He wanted to take off the sword around the man's waist, and the ruby ​​on the scabbard shaking his eyes.
But he pulled it a little, but didn't pull it.
After pulling it a little longer, he found that Qian Chen's right hand was still pressed on the sword. Ye Li Yuqi raised his head in surprise, wanting to see what happened to this ecstasy smoke, why didn't Tang Ren lose his hands and feet?
As soon as he looked up, he saw Qian Chen tilting his head and looking at him strangely.
It's like watching a foolish robe hitting the muzzle...
After a while, Qian Chen patted his hands and feet and turned it out from behind the tent. He put the jade back on his waist, and held a bone-like Qiang flute in his hand. The Qiang flute was simple in style and had a trace of barbaric rough ore. Qian Chen rubbed the mouth of the Qiang flute with disgust, washed it with wine from the gourd, put it to his mouth, and played a sad and vast tune.
The sound of Qiang flute echoed over the fence, as if it was carrying the vastness of the grassland, which attracted many people to look up and miss it.
Chapter completed!