This should be somewhere in the northwest. Zhang Chao stretched out his hand and clicked on the mottled earth wall eroded by the wind and sand at the door. This was the only thing he could be sure of. As for the others, he had no idea at all.
As a cold weapon enthusiast, a member of a certain domestic all-armor fighting team, he makes a living by making and selling armor, an ancient craft that was a major crime of the Yi tribe.
Zhang Chao was walking in the sand dunes by the Crescent Spring a second ago. He was wearing a homemade imitation Tang Dynasty Mingguang armor and holding a horse that took three years to build. He was going to create a story for his fans about the Tang Dynasty soldiers' journey to the Western Regions.
Cosprey.
As a result, before the phone was turned on, the person fainted and woke up here. The Mingguang Armor was gone, the horse was gone, the phone was gone, and even the underwear was gone!
Where the hell did this robber come from? Do you still have any sense of public morality? He was stripped naked, and the neighbors have to go to work tomorrow? Did you know that thieves also have their ways? Even underwear is required!
Zhang Chao, who had no choice but to look around for a long time, finally found a set of dark-colored robes in a broken wooden box. They were either black or purple, and looked about the same color as mature mulberries.
However, this suit of clothing was a little too small, and it was just a robe and nothing else, which made Zhang Chao very uncomfortable.
This must be in the northwest. Zhang Chao walked out of this house with some simple furniture and a stove but no food or pots and pans.
Uh! It doesn't seem right to say a house. This thing should be called a cave. He looked up and looked at the grotto, which was dug into a tall soil slope and had a round-arched door. Zhang Chao made the most correct judgment.
Because this looks similar to the Mogao Grottoes, except that it is not as big or as high. In addition, there is an extremely rough carved but unpainted Buddha statue in the cave, as well as a few incomprehensible scriptures.
This further confirmed Zhang Chao’s judgment.
There were several Elaeagnus trees standing at the door. The Elaeagnus on the trees had already taken on a purple-red mature appearance. Zhang Chao hurriedly ran over like a vicious dog. It seemed that the sky had not grown brighter for a while, but why did he seem to be
Are you so hungry after not eating for a few days?
After taking down a few Elaeagnus jujubes, which were both sweet and sour, Zhang Chao's spirit became more stable and his limbs regained some strength. He looked at the deserted surroundings and began to think about what he should do.
Since this place looks like the Mogao Grottoes, and I fainted not far from the Crescent Moon Spring, then this place should be not far from the scenic spot, or this is an abandoned scenic spot, and I was robbed of all my belongings after I fainted.
And then threw it here?
Maybe I should go out and take a look, otherwise I would be waiting to die here!
‘Da da da da!’ Just when Zhang Chao was hesitating, smoke and dust rose in the distance, as if many people were riding over.
Someone is coming! Zhang Chao was immediately overjoyed. Now he didn't have to risk going out by himself. God knows how far away from the nearest town is. These sand dunes all looked the same. He might get lost and die without knowing it.
"Little novice monk Wu! Go quickly and get some water. Slow down and look at your head!"
Zhang Chao was stunned. People were here. They were not tourists riding horses as he imagined, but a group of 'ancient people'.
This guy was shouting curses at him with a riding crop, and he spoke with a strange accent that was very difficult to pronounce. What was even more strange was that Zhang Chao could understand it, and even heard that his words were not standard and were obviously mixed with a foreign accent.
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When did he learn this dialect, which is almost like a foreign language? Zhang Chao was a little dazed, and he vaguely felt that these people were definitely not making movies, nor were they doing Cosprey like him.
Ragged leather robes, tattered leather hats, short and hairy horses, greasy hair, big waxy teeth, and strange words in their mouths. Not to mention cameras and mobile phones, Zhang Chao didn't even see anything on them.
There are traces of modern items. I have been around for so many years, but I have never seen anyone imitate antiques to this extent.
Moreover, many of them were holding a kind of Tibetan knife called Shangma, which is a long knife with a thick handle and a sharp edge that looks like a Tang knife. It was made by Han craftsmen who were married to Princess Wencheng after she entered Tibet. It has a Tubo style.
Imitation Tang Dao.
That rough-and-tumble look was something that later generations couldn't make even if they wanted to. A few years ago, Zhang Chao wanted to get a real one, but he didn't expect to see it here.
At the same time, Zhang Chao, who was sharp-eyed, also saw another unrided horse with a set of Tibetan Tibetan armor tied to its back.
Although they were far apart, Zhang Chao, who had been playing with armor for more than ten years, could still tell immediately that this Tibetan armor was by no means a forgery from later generations, but a genuine antique.
But the Tubo Dynasty was at least 900 to 1,000 years old. If it were the armor from the Tubo era, no one would be willing to just tie it to a horse. It would be a cultural relic!
"The thief is looking for death!" Zhang Chao was stunned, but the nonsense warrior in front of him was not stunned. The warrior pulled out the Shangma sword from the side of the horse with a 'choking' sound and waved his hand to chop it.
"Stop!" As soon as the knife was unsheathed, he was stopped by a shout, and a woman wearing an orange skirt and a white veil came from behind.
"Even if you Uighurs don't believe in Buddha, you should still respect Aloha. Do followers of the Great Father only know how to kill people?"
The woman has a slim figure, a straight back, and a very dignified walking pace. Although she is scolding, her voice is clear and bright, with measured ups and downs, and her expression is solemn. She shows a very high level of cultivation. You can tell the word etiquette to her with just one look.
contact with.
At this time, all the knights who came over had dismounted and tied their horses to the jujube tree outside.
A man with a full beard, wearing a four-tile-style rolled-brim pointed felt hat and a floral brocade robe walked over. His sunken eyes were gray and he looked like a knight on a horse.
He is a 'Xinjiang native'.
"Sanniang Cao is indeed a good woman who worshiped the Buddha. What she said makes sense. Shagou, put your knife away!"
The man who looked like a leader patted the shoulder of the man who had pulled out the Shangma knife, and motioned for him to put the knife back. Then he turned to look at the woman who spoke first with a somewhat frivolous look.
"But I think that at this moment, Sanniang should still worry about herself first, haha!"
After saying that, the man took off the rolled-brimmed pointed felt hat on his head, and looked at Zhang Chao, who was holding the angustifolia with both hands and had no reaction, as if he was frightened.
"This little fellow, please bring some water. Brothers from a certain family have a rest and then leave!"
The setting sun was skewed. Zhang Chao stood alone in the wind, holding the angustifolia in his hand. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.
Uighur? Didn’t the name Uighur disappear a long time ago?
Also, the guy who drew the knife to chop him just now was definitely not a fake, Zhang Chao could sense it!
But it’s 2021, and there are still people who dare to kill someone if they disagree? What on earth is this? Something’s not right!