Only a few dozen steps away from the carriage, the young man could hardly see anything else, but could vaguely see the outline of the carriage.
The caravans were lined up in rows, regardless of whether they were people or horses, their vision was extremely poor in the wind and sand. It was obviously not a wise move to rely on the horses' weak eyesight to follow them. Therefore, Lao Sanjin ordered the horses up and down the caravan to be tied up with heavy hemp ropes one by one. The horses in the rear car were connected to the carriages of the front car to prevent them from getting lost with the team. He also used leather covers to cover the eyes of the horses to avoid wind and sand. It will frighten if it comes into contact with the eyes.
Even though the guy pulling Yun Zhong was usually very smart, when he was walking in the mountains and forests, when he encountered such a powerful and ferocious wind and sand, he immediately withered down, kicked his hooves wildly, and was very timid. , even more panicked than the time when he met Qingcheng Cicada, so of course he had no time to worry about Yun Zhong getting out of the car, and could only focus on blindly following the hemp rope.
The young man finally found a firm foothold in the sand flow. The sand and gravel were carried by the wind, which made his forehead hurt. Not to mention that he wanted to open his eyes to peek around. He just waited for the rope on his body to get tired, then took a few steps toward the other end, barely keeping up. The convoy marches.
Unable to open his eyes, Yun Zhong simply closed his eyes tightly, rubbed the scabbard, and pulled out the long sword.
Wu Shuang's posture when explaining the sword moves emerged in his mind one by one, and the surrounding scenery at that time was also exactly the same.
Yun Zhong knew that his memory was a little bad. When his teacher asked his classmates to remember some sage articles that they had memorized, he was not slow in remembering them. He was very forgettable. An article that takes an hour to memorize can be completely forgotten in less than half an hour. This often leads to criticism from the teacher, saying that he is very smart but does not pay attention to learning at all, so his forgetfulness increases day by day.
Today, Yun Zhong, who has been out for several months, feels that what his husband said is probably correct.
What you like, even if no one forces you to do it, can stay in the spiritual platform forever without gathering dust; what you don't like is like a horse grinding beans, even if you whip it hard, it is unwilling, so how can you be interested in it? ?
In the vast wind and sand, the young man closed his eyes and moved his sword, and thousands of strong winds hit him.
The young man felt that the force required for the sword to strike once was as if it had to pierce through thousands of mountains. The blade of the sword was blown by the wind from all directions and trembled, and his wrist also became sore and numb. First of all, the old injury has not healed, not to mention the current situation, which is more difficult to master than the previous sword raising.
This is the east, west and northwest wind. No one can stand, let alone draw a sword. If someone can stroll in the wild sand, it is not what the young man can do at this moment.
In desperation, the young man had no choice but to lean on the blade of the sword in the sand and think carefully.
Wu Shuang only taught these moves, but if he practiced these moves to the realm of transformation, he would probably be able to gain a foothold in the world without any worries.
The young man thought about it again and again, and suddenly an idea came to him.
Since winds come from all directions, why not treat the wind and sand as swords, axes, axes, spears, clubs, and meteors.
One form of tracing and buckling comes from the heart.
The young man stood upright in the wind, using his long sword to push aside countless gravels, sometimes striking against the wind, sometimes blowing with the wind. Unknowingly, the sword was no different from normal.
With one stroke and one stroke, the sword's meaning is extremely long.
"It's very windy and sandy outside, how can you go out alone? If you get lost with the caravan, you will die here in less than two days. You will not be able to die!" The young man was drawing his sword, but he heard someone shouting loudly nearby, The shouts were so loud that they could even faintly cover the howling wind and sand.
The person who came was none other than Tang Bufeng. Due to the strong wind and sand, the drunkard had not had a sip of wine for two days in a row, and he was not even interested in taking a look at the bad wine in his carriage. Helpless, since he drank Yunzhong's Shuoshu wine and tried the bad wine he brought, it was as tasteless as plain water, so his mouth was naturally very tricky.
After two days of not drinking, Madman Tang, who had a very poor alcohol capacity but was a very good drinker, couldn't bear it anymore. The alcohol bug in his belly started to sneak around at night, and even the joints all over his body felt itchy. Then he braved the wind and sand and rushed to Yunzhong's car to ask for some drinks.
But after searching for a long time, there was no one in Yunzhong's carriage. There was only a panicked horse with four hooves trampling, and nothing else.
"I'm practicing my sword." The young man finally opened his mouth and took a mouthful of coarse gravel. He hurriedly spit out a few mouthfuls and looked at Tang Bufeng with squinted eyes. The latter also looked in a miserable state at the moment, with all his black hair turned khaki, and his eyes were dazzled by the fine sand, almost to the point of tears streaming down his face.
While the young man was stunned, the sword in his hand was blown away by a strong gust of wind and he couldn't control it. It came out of his hand and happened to be embedded in a piece of earth and rock on the side. It made a clanging sound, which clearly shows the power of the wind.
What frightened both of them was that when the long sword entered the rock, a man ran out from behind the rock. His face was pale, and he seemed to be shocked by the sword. He fell into the sand after not taking two steps, full of pain. His face was covered with fine sand, and he was so choked that it was difficult to move.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then stumbled to the man's side, helped the man up, and barely wiped his face clean with their sleeves.
This man's face was white and beardless, and his facial features were extremely upright and delicate. However, he looked really unfamiliar and not from the caravan. He only wore a piece of cloth, but it was very light and thin. Even Tang Bufeng was walking like this. People in the world who have lived in the world for several years have never seen such fine fabrics.
The two of them couldn't help but be a little suspicious. They had never heard of anyone inhabiting the ancient country before. Besides, with the weather like this, how could any ordinary person go out with such a beautiful sky? Do you really want to die? Besides, looking at this man's attire, his hands are empty, and he doesn't even have a water bag fastened to his waist. He is definitely not a merchant on the road.
"May I ask where you came from?" Tang Bufeng helped the man behind the earth and rock, slightly avoiding the disorderly wind, and asked with narrowed eyes.
The man seemed to have just recovered from the shock, and he stammered, "I am a resident of this place. Today, I am taking advantage of the wind and sand outside to go out and take a look at the scenery. In addition, when the wind blows here, good horses come and go, so I am thinking about it. Can I bring back two horses, but I don’t want to be tempted by the sharp weapon in the hands of this young hero, so I hide behind the stone and look at it for a while.”
The man's words were extremely ridiculous, and young people like Yun Zhong raised their eyebrows in disgust: Is there a good horse in the wind and sand? Residents of this place? With these words, I am afraid that it would be extremely difficult to fool even a young child.
Yun Zhong was about to speak, but when he looked sideways, he saw that Tang Bufeng was thinking a little, his brows furrowed, as if he thought of something important, so he had to wait for the latter to speak.
Tang Bufeng hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "I am a member of the Qiling caravan. The road is windy and sandy, and there is not enough water. I am afraid that if I continue to hold on, everyone in the caravan will die in the ancient country. May I ask you? Wherever we live, if it is convenient, please lead us to the gate of the house to avoid the wind and sand. If there is any trouble, I hope you will bear with it."
