After several nights of busy life, Song Yang's luck came back. After exploring for a long time, he finally found the right place.
It may be that Sha Wang retreated to ambush when he saw that there was no abnormality in recent days, or it may be that the ambush was still there, but Song Yang's movements were too light and could not be discovered, and no one noticed it when he made a payment.
Song Yang originally thought that this Han girl slept very lightly, otherwise she would not have known that he had entered the tent last time. However, this time she found that this girl slept differently. She shook for a long time before she could barely wake up, which was even better than the barbarian. Seeing her dream interrupted, her slightly pale little face showed disgust due to instinctive disgust, Song Yang was embarrassed.
When she was awakened, when she got up, Xie Zizhuo came back to her senses. Her eyes were bright and she looked at Song Yang up and down. It was not enough to just look at him, and she had to reach out to touch him... After she touched this person, she felt at ease and smiled: "I finally came, I can't sleep well every day."
Song Yang thought to himself, "Is it okay to sleep like this? What's the way I'll sleep well?" He opened his mouth straight to the point and asked, "When you met last time, you said, do you recognize me?"
As he said that, Song Yang touched it from his arms and actually found a piece of barbecue. He stole it yesterday and has not broken yet: "I originally thought that if I could find you, I would return it to you. If I couldn't find you, I would treat it as breakfast."
"Is there still meat coming? I don't want it, I'll give it to you." Xie Zizhuo smiled. The man with a beard in front of him was covered in flesh and a piece of meat in his hands was actually very... very cute in her eyes.
After saying that, she remembered that there was another person in the tent, so she reached out to Song Yangxu and signaled him to wait, and then she stood up and walked to Lord Ban, pushing him to wake him up.
After pushing the old man a few times, he didn't respond. When Xie Zizhuo was puzzled, Song Yang said from the side: "I knocked him out just now..." Last time, the master of class shouted and made a fuss. With the lessons of the past, Song Yang learned to be smart this time. After earning the money, he slashed his side of the old man's neck gently at the side of his palm, and then he was fainted first.
The porcelain doll helped the old man tuck the quilt and turned back to Song Yang. After taking the barbecue, he stuffed it back into his bag with his own hands. He had never been serious before and answered his question just now: "I recognize you, I know everything. Your surname is Fu, your name is Song Yang, and his name is Miren. He was born on the seventh day of the fifth day of the fourth year of Yan Jingtai."
Song Yang tentatively said: "Fu Song Yang?"
The porcelain doll smiled and shook her head: "You were born in the Fu family, but after something happened, you didn't recognize your father's surname and changed your name to Song Yang. You are Song Yang."
No one can remember it when no one says it, but once it is mentioned, Song Yang feels that the name is very familiar and it will never be wrong. He is called Song Yang. The girl opposite knows him and is extremely happy for a moment. The porcelain doll points his hand at himself: "My name is Xie Zizhuo, and your parents are also my parents."
My father's surname is Fu, my surname is Song, and my sister's surname is Xie... The person who has no memory has a little confused mind, but he still asked tentatively: "Are you my sister?"
Xie Zizhuo shook his head seriously: "Wrong, I'm one year older than you. I really have to count it according to my sisters and brothers. I'm also your sister, not my sister."
Song Yang was surprised: "Are you fifteen years old? So I'm the oldest? "Xie Zizhuo was born with a baby face. In addition, he was weak since childhood and rarely walked outside. His skin was delicate and pale, which seemed younger than his actual age. In addition, since Song Yang woke up, he saw all the barbarians. The porcelain dolls looked even younger than the barbarians with rough skin and thick faces. Song Yang said that she was fifteen years old.
The porcelain doll burst out laughing and shook his head and said, "I am over twenty years older than you..." As soon as he said this, he was lying not far away. Master Ban, who was supposed to faint, suddenly groaned and said, "It's not a real bloodline, so he shouldn't count on the other end of his siblings."
As soon as Lord Ban spoke, both of them were shocked... After all, Song Yang's memory had not recovered yet. The reaction may be no problem with his strength, but the 'feeling' was not easy to grasp, especially the old man who could die at any time. Song Yang was still light and heavy, and could not control his strength. The old man woke up for a moment, sat up and looked at Xie Zizhuo, and his voice kept: "There is nothing to hide. There was a word from his parents back then, and you had already established a title!"
Lord Ban looked at Song Yang again: "She is your wife who has not passed away."
The porcelain doll wanted to laugh again, "She is your wife who has not passed the door" made her so happy, but how could she laugh at this time? It would be fine if she didn't look shy. She then grinned and smiled at him, and her skin was really thrown to the ground. She wanted to bite her lips to stop the smile, but unexpectedly, she was half a step late, and the smile patterns had spread. The only way was to lower her head quickly.
Song Yang was also very surprised, but he was quite happy. When he made a payment this time, he carefully looked at the Han girl and thought she was quite beautiful.
Anyone who has a beautiful wife will be happy, and Song Yang is no exception.
The old man looked at the 'daughter-in-law' first and the 'son'. When he spoke, his neck turned, and then he realized that the neck was sore. After thinking about it, he roughly guessed the reason and glared at Song Yang with a black mouth and black face: "Have you hit me?"
"No." Song Yang refused to admit: "It is inevitable that the evil wind will fall into the bone when sleeping on the ground, so I will just pinch it for you. Without asking, you always..."
Lord Ban thought for a while before responding coldly: "My surname is Ban, and I am your friend's friend."
Although the old man's attitude was cold, Song Yang still stood up and bowed respectfully. Lord Ban was unmoved and just said lightly: "Didn't you lose your memory? How can you still remember to bow?"
Song Yang smiled bitterly: "It seems like you don't need to remember this, you will be born with it."
After waking up for many days, I finally met someone who knew me, among whom there was a 'non-law who had not passed the door'. He was so close that he naturally knew a lot about himself. Song Yang had too many questions in his heart, what did I do, where was my home, and what did my relatives and friends? How could I run to the wasteland, what did I encounter and even amnesia... So many questions, Song Yang summed up in one sentence: "What's going on with me, what's the situation now?"
He asked twelve words, but wanted to answer them all, but I was afraid that it would be difficult to explain them for several days and nights. Lord Ban suddenly missed the Qi Shang who he loved to talk the most.
The old man was not interested in saying this, so he turned to Xie Zizhuo and said, "You can tell me."
Xie Zizhuo was not in a hurry to speak, but asked Song Yang: "Do you know how you woke up? Also, you had a strange disease before you had an accident and would always have nosebleeds for no reason. Do you feel inappropriate when you wake up?" Song Yang shook his head and roughly explained the situation when he woke up. It was completely worthless and helpless. As for the strange disease, he had no feelings after waking up, and had never had any attacks again.
The porcelain doll continued to ask, “Can you remember anything else?”
Song Yang shook his head in confusion again, perhaps with memories of his previous life. Many of the most basic concepts in the two worlds are different. It is easy to say when he is awake. Now that he loses his memory, his mind completely becomes a cloud of mucus. From the time he wakes up, many days have passed, but he still can't remember anything.
However, after shaking his head, Song Yang quickly showed a refreshing smile.
Seeing this, Lord Ban frowned and asked, "I can't remember anything, can I still laugh?"
"Didn't you meet you?" Song Yang said the truth: "It doesn't matter if you can't meet. You can always go out and find clues. I'm not too worried."
Although I said that I didn't take Song Yang to heart and did not have any hatred, when I saw him, Lord Ban was still not angry and said coldly: "I'm so broad." The porcelain doll asked Song Yang again: "Where are your martial arts? Have you recovered all of them?"
Song Yang was a little hesitant about this question, mainly because he didn't remember how his martial arts were, and how did he know whether he would recover. The porcelain doll also thought of this and smiled and said, "You turned out to be very fierce. The most mysterious National Master of Dayan was severely injured by you; the number one warrior in Tubo was stabbed by you twice on the ring, and even a sandstorm where even a big tree would be uprooted, you were tired, and when you were seriously ill, you still fought against the flying army of barbarians, killing thirteen swords in a row, killing dozens of people..."
Speaking of his bravery, Xie Zizhuo did not hide his pride at all and was full of spirit.
Even Dayan and Tubo were not sure where they were, and it did not delay Song Yang's joy. He blinked for a long time before responding: "The world...the number one master?"
"You are the first to seriously injuring the national master. You are also the first to kill the Tubo warrior. At that time, he was fighting with others in full concentration." The porcelain doll smiled and shook his head: "You can't reach the world's number one master, but your martial arts are very strong. This level is not wrong. It is a master in Nanli Kingdom. The sword technique is fierce and the fire is fierce. Except for a few grand masters, no one dares to grab his sharp edge. His body technique caused a sensation in all directions. When running with all his strength, his speed and endurance are much stronger than the galloping horse."
Speaking of this, Song Yang finally heard something wrong. He had no idea how fierce the Grand Master was, but he still remembered what the 'horse' was. After hearing this, he said his condition: "After waking up, my strength and response were good, but my endurance... was definitely not as good as a horse."
The porcelain doll frowned, as if a little unwilling to accept it: "The day before the accident, you were already sick, and you were still running on the grassland with me on your back for a whole day. During this period, you had a fierce fight, and you had to spend time to treat everyone's injuries once, and finally fought hard against the barbarians... Is it not possible now?"
Song Yang shook his head decisively: "It's definitely not possible now." When he tracked the group of Baiyin Warriors who had captured Samp, he felt that he had insufficient endurance. When the barbarians in front stopped to rest, he was so tired that he was out of breath. Everyone's explosive power may be different, but their endurance was not much different. This situation has not changed since then.
If your endurance is not good, it means that your cultivation has not been fully restored.
Lord Ban's face immediately showed disappointment, but the porcelain doll still smiled and looked disapproving. He comforted softly: "Just recover slowly." After a change of the subject, he finally told Song Yang about his affairs.
But almost no point was mentioned in the porcelain doll. She only said that Song Yang was adopted after he was born and settled in Yanziping, Nanli Town. He received guidance from experts and learned a lot of skills. Now his family and friends are in the town. She didn't say who they were in detail, and just walked by. As for why they were in danger, she even made up a lie, saying that Song Yang and she went to visit their friends with Uighurs. When they passed the grassland, they were chased by bandits and fled into the Shamin territory. After a fierce battle, everyone thought he was dead, and she and Lord Ban were captured by barbarians.
After saying this, Song Yang didn't ask any more questions. The porcelain doll said again: "Don't spend too much effort on your memory. As long as you can go home and return to a familiar environment, you will be able to regain your memory soon. The barbarians are quite polite to me and Mr. Ban, and don't worry too much. The most important thing now is that you take us out of this place and go home."
But in the vast Gobi Desert, Song Yang has not recovered. Lord Ban and the porcelain doll are even more burdensome. How easy is it to escape?
The porcelain doll told Song Yang: "For the time being, everything will not change, you will still be in the brigade, but there is an important thing to fall on you... The food that can be preserved for a long time when you eat it."
Song Yang nodded, no need to ask, the reserved food should be used on the way to escape.
"You don't have to worry about other things, just listen to our news at any time." The porcelain doll said in the previous sentence with a steady tone, and the next sentence with a little excitement: "The most important thing is, you come tomorrow, right? What kind of mark do I need to make so that you can find it smoothly?"
Song Yang thought about it, picked and selected from his bag, and selected two porcelain bottles, which were filled with medicinal powder. Song Yang could not tell the purpose of them, but he could smell them. The two bottles of medicinal powder were relatively strong, one was fragrant and the other was flirting: "After camping, sprinkle some fragrant medicinal powder in the tent, it would be more convenient to find it if there was a smell..."
Xie Zizhuo Bingxue was smart. When she saw two bottles of powder with a completely opposite taste, she understood Song Yang's thoughts and said, "If I sprinkle that bottle of smell, it means I can't meet. When you smell the smell, you turn around and leave." As she said that, she reached out and patted Song Yang on the shoulder and smiled, "Although the memory is lost, I still have the caution, which is very good."
Lord Ban was not that polite, Leng Bingbing reminded Song Yang from the side: "You used to like to fiddle with poisons, but now you're careful, don't leave us two bottles of poison in a daze."
Song Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, neither of these two bottles will harm people." These days he has been thinking about his medicine bags many times, at least he can be sure that these two bottles are not poisons.
It was almost dawn again. The barbarians had accurate schedules. Even if there was no rooster to tell dawn, they would wake up as soon as the sky was dawn. Song Yang could not stay longer. He greeted his two companions and stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, Xie Zizhuo suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
Song Yang stopped: "There is still something?"
Xie Zizhuo was fine. He just saw that he was about to leave, and suddenly he couldn't bear to let go... His lips moved, and finally he pushed back the words "You come soon tomorrow night" that rushed to his mouth. He only told him seriously: "You are outside, be careful."
Song Yang nodded, Xie Zizhuo let go.
However, when she walked to the door, Song Yang suddenly remembered something again, turned around and asked, "I remembered a person's name. Do you think you know him?"
It is a good thing to remember what it is, and the eyes of the porcelain doll lit up: "Tell me, I should know you."
"Who is Duma?"
The porcelain doll was inconsistent, and Lord Ban was impatient: "Maybe it is your neighbor, friend, and nurse in Yanziping."
"I always feel that she knows a lot. Whenever she has doubts, she will think of this person." Song Yang smiled bitterly and raised his hand and knocked his head. He first opened a gap in the tent to observe for a moment, then flashed away.
...
There was no sign of coming, and it was silent when it left. There was only one fragrance and one smell, and two bottles of medicine proved that the experience just now was not a big dream.
Lord Ban spoke from the side: "It's better to lose memory, and your martial arts are not as good as before. Aren't you disappointed?"
The porcelain doll smiled and Yanran: "I believe him, don't say that he is alive now. Even if he is lying on the ground, he can't say he can't move, as long as he has a breath, I will not be disappointed."
Mr. Ban's attitude towards the porcelain doll was much more kind than Song Yang. He didn't retort anything and continued to ask: "Why don't you tell him the truth?"
"He will be confused, but his temperament will not change. He always smiles and looks good-tempered. He is really going crazy but no one can stop him..."
Needless to say, Lord Ban nodded and replied, "I understand."
Song Yang's current situation is very bad. If he really wants to know everything, he might do something evil. However, he used to be thorough, with overbearing martial arts, ruthless poison skills, and wise medical skills. He also has a group of friends with great powers to help each other. He has the capital to go crazy; but what else does he have now?
The porcelain doll dared not tell him the truth. She was afraid that Song Yang would act irritably. If Song Yang was angry and acted recklessly, he would undoubtedly seek death.
Mr. Ban had already 'understood', but Xie Zizhuo did not stop the topic: "I thought about it carefully. Now he has no memory and looks very troublesome, but it is actually a good thing. Otherwise, he would think of avenging Luo Guan and others and dealing with Sha Min with all his strength; he would also rush back to avoid his family going crazy, but these things were unhurried."
"If he had memories, he would be burning his heart at this moment; it would be better if he didn't remember anything. It's great to see him happy." The porcelain doll said with a smile.
Lord Ban changed the topic: "What are your plans for escaping?"
"In the direction, we must be closer to the Uighurs. With the friendship between Song Yang and the Khan, as long as we cross the border, we will escape." Speaking of the serious matter, the porcelain doll returned to peace: "But there are two problems. The first is to rely on you and me; the second is to rely on Song Yang..."
In the wasteland, the Gobi Desert is deserted for thousands of miles. Once you leave the brigade, you have almost no chance of survival. In the past, with the physique of Lord Ban and the porcelain doll, it was unnecessary to escape. However, with the care of Song Yang, the "strong laborer" has made it possible to escape. But at least you must first figure out where they are, where the nearest Uighur border is, what direction, how many days it takes, etc. These things need to be investigated by the porcelain doll and Lord Ban to inquire about Shamin.
The second level of trouble is even worse. Stealing will inevitably attract the pursuit of the sand people; leaving the wasteland and entering the grassland, perhaps facing the encirclement of wolf soldiers; Uighurs and Quanrong have been fighting for many years, and the border guards are tight, so it is not easy to smuggle in the event of no one to help. All of this requires Song Yang to have sufficient combat power and physical strength, and all of them have to rely on him.
But now, how far can Song Yang run? How many can he kill with his sword?
If you want to escape from danger and return to your home, at least Song Yang must first restore his combat power.