After staying in Gusha City for six days, the Shuiyun Gang set off for Dingfeng City.
Walking from south to north, the wind and sand are much lighter. When you walk out of the oasis, you can see a long and crooked line.
After getting closer, I found that this long line was a series of huge strange rocks standing in the desert.
"It is said that a sage and immortal family passed by this place. Seeing that the sky was full of yellow sand and there were many evil winds, he used his magical power to move several mountains. In order to point out the direction to mortals, he used his magical power to erect these strange rocks.
, these strange rocks from south to north are the guide to Dingfeng City."
Dong Lie, who had always been cold-faced, became talkative in front of Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu. Although he still had a cold and serious look in front of other people, in front of the two little girls, he must answer every question.
Lin Yanli reached out and patted the strange rocks beside him, then glanced into the distance.
These strange rocks stand erected in the desert. Their shapes are irregular, but they are very strong. Each of the strange rocks is more than two meters high, making them very eye-catching from a distance.
I reached out and touched the accumulated sand under the stone. The yellow sand that was so small that it leaked out from between my fingers was the body of the stone that had been eroded by wind and sand over the years. It was rough and dull, silently telling its age.
Whether it is the compassionate immortal family or the wisdom of the mortals here, being able to erect a signpost towards Dingfeng City in the desert where the direction is unknown is enough to prove its greatness.
Lin Yanli walked around the strange rocks, rubbing the marks carved with knives on them with her fingertips. These marks were traces left by travelers.
There are scholars and poets who express their feelings and write an article about the vast sea of sand eloquently. There are young children who do it unintentionally and scribble according to their nature. There are merchants who calculate the account numbers left behind when their convoys are walking. There are...
....
Whether you are a high-ranking official or a commoner, you can leave a message when you walk here.
A stone is a piece of the past, a flat piece of time that has never been written down in history books.
"It's late at night. Was this guy Liu Jiu taken away by a wolf? Why hasn't he returned yet?"
"Where are the wolves in this place? Maybe it was a sexy ghost that suddenly appeared in the desert and took his soul away."
"Well, it's very possible that when I was in Gusha City, I heard a story about a passing scholar who stayed in a ruined temple and bumped into a pretty female ghost. At Liu Jiu's age, he has not yet married a wife, so it would be difficult to tighten his belt.
....."
Several young people in the team gathered in a circle and joked.
"Hey, tell me, is there something wrong with Liu Jiu recently?"
After a while, someone suddenly reminded me.
"Something's wrong? There seems to be something really wrong."
"Liu Jiu and I live in an inn, and I often see him running out at night. Do you think, where can Liu Jiu go at night?"
"Where else can we go? Hahaha, where else can we go? Of course we have to go to Yanliu Alley in the south to find a girl. The women in Gusha City are all tall and strong, with their own unique characteristics. Can Liu Jiu be able to hold her back?"
"Hahaha, Brother Wu is quite knowledgeable. I wonder how many girls I met in Yanliu Alley this time?"
"No more, no more, just three."
The topic changed and it was a new topic.
Lin Yanli put her hands in her sleeves and glanced south.
Others don't know, but she knows it clearly in her heart.
The moment the Shuiyun Gang's convoy left Gusha City, they were targeted by bandits in the desert. In the past few days, Liu Jiu often found excuses to go out just to contact those people.
Lin Yanli never thought that Liu Jiu, a simple and honest man who looked very honest and friendly, would actually have an affair with a bandit.
Li Zhujiu held a bamboo sword in his arms and knocked on Qin Kunyu's shoulder from time to time. "I usually see that you practice very hard. I thought you had a good foundation. I didn't expect that you can't even stand on the sword stand.
In this regard, you are not even as good as Li Shang!"
Just as Qin Kunyu was about to speak, Li Zhujiu slapped him on the forehead with a bamboo sword.
"Don't ask me for the reason that practitioners have strong bodies and can nourish their bodies with spiritual energy. In Mutian City, although there are children who can practice, whether they are sword practitioners or martial arts practitioners, they will practice a body-tempering technique.
In my eyes, your body is not even comparable to that of a six- or seven-year-old child."
Li Zhujiu's bamboo sword struck one after another. Sometimes the force was so strong that it could even knock a big lump off Qin Kunyu's head.
"No need to complain to me. Little brother Li Shang is just a mortal, but he can wield a sword for eight hours a day. As a so-called immortal on the mountain, you only practice for five hours a day. You think you are talented.
A broken mirror is like eating and drinking water?”
Li Zhujiu's words were unpleasant and heart-wrenching. Qin Kunyu gritted his teeth and endured, unable to say even a single word in rebuttal.
Lin Yanli leaned on the strange rock, glanced at Qin Kunyu, and then turned his gaze to Li Shang in the distance.
For now, Qin Kunyu's performance is indeed unsatisfactory. If the status quo is not changed, even if the foundation building stage is only one step away, the broken mirror will become far away.
We can only hope that Qin Kunyu can really transform into a butterfly in such adversity.
Lin Yanli shook her robe, turned around, got into the tent, and quietly escaped ten miles away.
This is a mound. On the back of the mound, there are more than a dozen camels crowded together. A group of old men with different looks are sitting around a bonfire, passing wine bottles in their hands, warming up with wine.
It is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and harsh waters, and those sitting around the campfire are all bandits who make a living by robbing passing carriages.
Most of these people are extremely vicious people. They fall into the trap of becoming bandits. They use the desert as a natural barrier and run rampant in the desert. They kill people and set fires. They commit all kinds of evil. They are notorious people in Feng'an Mansion and even the entire Rouge Kingdom.
The government has sent troops to encircle and suppress them many times, but these bandits have always escaped. Their cunning is just like those hares with multiple caves in the mountains.
There are currently a total of fourteen bandits in this group. Three of them are gorgeously dressed, and they should be the three leaders. The rest are all in ordinary bandit uniforms.
In the time it took to burn an incense stick, this group of bandits had finished a jug of wine.
Among them, the leader is a stout man who is nine feet tall. His hands have veins and the muscles in his upper arms are bulging, as thick as the head of a five or six-year-old child. A horse spear with two blades is stuck in the sand.
The cold light is reflected in the moonlight.
Next to the stout man sat a young man in a white shirt, with a smile on his face. He used a paper fan to fan the bonfire from time to time, watching the flames dance, and his brows showed a leisurely attitude.
Opposite the young man in the white shirt is a skinny little man with a tanned face. His eyes are very gloomy and fierce, but strangely, he only has one ear.
The thin black man was teasing the fire with a stick. He occasionally looked up at the young man in white shirt opposite him. After drinking the wine in the jug, he threw it away in the distance and stared at the honest man beside him.
, said in a hoarse voice: "Liu Jiu, is Meng Fuhua really the leader of the Shuiyun Gang's convoy this time?"