"Looking at this, the wind and sand must have stopped. Otherwise, we would still be able to see some fine sand and dust even after leaving the city. Preliminarily, it should be fine for the caravan to move forward." Lao Sanjin has not been in the city these days. In his free time, apart from taking care of his master and recuperating from his injuries, he walked around the streets and alleys every day, looking for some unique snacks in the city, which made his body slightly wider.
The head of the family sat cross-legged in the carriage tent, looked at the warm sunlight outside the front window of the carriage, and sighed softly, "If I were not in a hurry, I would really like to stay in the city for a while. After all, it is recorded in the ancient books that such an opportunity is rare There are rare things that cannot be found. In this desert city with extremely good folk customs, you may not be able to find it next time."
If the master's occasional sentiments fell on the ears of the third son, they would turn into a sour scholar's sad spring and autumn. No matter how you listen to them, they always have a sour taste.
Therefore, Lao Sanjin wiped his beard, took out a snack from somewhere, threw it into his mouth, and said with a lazily sneer, "Look what you are talking about, a huge city can grow out of thin air." Did your legs run away? If you really haven’t stayed long enough, you can stay there for a while when you return to old age, just to take care of your life. It’s the spring and the autumn for no reason. That’s what a handsome young man should do. You’re in your forties. Fatty, come along and join in the fun."
The master curled his lips, waved his hands and said, "Bianliang, go away. If I don't take advantage of my words all day long, can I still suffocate you to death?"
Literary men and martial artists, when they work together, although they are not necessarily incompatible, they rarely complement each other.
These two are exceptions among exceptions. In the eyes of outsiders, they are neither good at writing nor fighting, but they complement each other.
The caravan was still immersed in the tranquility and tranquility of the desert city. Suddenly, the caravan was thirty miles out of the desert city. There was mist rising around it, hiding the sky and blocking the sun, coming in a mighty manner. So the caravan stopped at the same place and stopped moving deeper into the fog.
Han Xi had already gone to the car tent when the fog started to discuss countermeasures with the two of them. At this moment, he even frowned, "This place is full of sand and rocks. Even though Daquan Lake is not far from here, there is still insufficient water vapor." , Logically speaking, there shouldn’t be such fog, could it be a mirage?”
The master shook his head and said, "That's not right. If there is a mirage, when the fog comes out, it will most likely be accompanied by some strange scenery. But look at this fog, although it is overwhelming, there is no strange scene at all."
Lao Sanjin was even more angry. He poured a sip of wine into his mouth, wiped his beard with his sleeves, and shouted in a deep voice, "I just stayed in the city to avoid the wind and sand, but something went wrong again. I can't see it because of the heavy fog." Five fingers, if you rush into the fog, you may not be able to find the gate of Mocheng even if you go back the way you came. If it takes this long, the caravan may have just arrived at Yizhang, and the autumn market will have ended, and it will end up running in vain. Once you go, you will neither advance nor retreat, and you will be so angry that it will kill you."
The three of them were sitting in a carriage. The old man's burly stature and the shopkeeper's fat figure had already blocked the seats in front of him. Adding in Han Xi, who had practiced archery for many years and had thick shoulders, it became even more crowded. Even the bottom of the carriage creaked.
The three of them had to get out of the car first, just to see if the fog outside was weakening at all.
But the sky and the earth outside are misty and misty, and the sky is completely white. It can't be said to be hiding the sky and the sun. Even the sun in the sky is hidden behind the mist and cannot be seen yet.
When everyone was at their wits' end, Han Xi was still experienced and a light came into his mind. After talking with the two of them, he went to arrange various matters on his own.
Lao Sanjin looked at Han Xi who disappeared into the mist, "It seems that as soon as he entered Mocheng, the old dull energy of the Han squad leader was washed away a lot. If it had been left in the past, he would have just waited. This is the first time we have made up our minds to make plans like this."
"Who says otherwise?" The head of the house picked up a stone and threw it towards the foggy and chaotic place ahead. "I even took off my usual tattered clothes. It seems that it has indeed made this desert city a little more alive. Good thing."
Han Xi came up with this method, which was actually similar to the previous method of tying a rope to protect himself in the wind and sand. The difference is that when the wind and sand are too strong, people in the caravan may become separated from the team and get lost in the dust. Therefore, ropes are used to connect the carriages and horses in sequence, so that the entire caravan can still move forward without hindrance.
But this time it was different. The top priority was to find a place where sunlight could be seen in the thick fog. If the sun couldn't even be seen, let alone rushing, even thinking about returning to Mocheng and staying for a few days was a luxury. .
With Han Xi's ability to identify positions, it was originally a trivial matter to find the way back to the city, but once he entered the territory of the ancient country, he inexplicably turned around and could not distinguish between north and south. The leader of the squad, not to mention the rest of the caravan, was even more disoriented. If there was no daylight to see, it was obvious that they could not get out of the heavy fog based on the road map.
Moreover, you must know that last night, there was a breeze blowing inside and outside the city. Although it was not as strong as the previous few days, stirring up the gravel, the horseshoe tracks left by the caravan on the sand were soon covered by the wind. The wind has blown me away without a trace. If I want to look back at this moment, I will have no trace left.
In this regard, Han Xi came up with a plan: He sent Yun Zhong, Tang Bufeng and the other three of them to take the horses off the harness, tie a long rope as thick as an arm around its belly and back, and tie the other end to the carriage. , the three people and the three cavalry went straight in different directions. In this way, whether you are looking for the way back to the desert city or a place where the fog is sparse, if you pull the rope a few times, someone will naturally follow the rope, and you will naturally be able to find one of the three people.
Neither Yun Zhong nor Tang Bufeng had any objections to this: the three of them were the first to enter the city with Shen Jie. In terms of the landforms and scenery on the road, they were naturally more familiar with it than the rest of the caravan. Besides, there were ropes tied to the carriages. On the road, even if you search to no avail, you can just go back the way you came, and it does not count as taking risks.
Ruan Qiubai was also very confused about the sudden thick fog. Seeing Tang Bufeng get on his horse, he hesitated for a moment, then urged the horse forward, hesitantly said: "I will go with you, so I can have someone to look after me on the way."
Just as he put the long purple-sheathed sword behind his back, Tang Bufeng burst out laughing when he heard the woman's words, "If such a large caravan asks a woman to explore the road on its behalf, wouldn't it shame a group of men? Don't say I won't agree, even if you are the head of the family. I'm afraid I can't stand it even with Lao Sanjin." Tang Bufeng pulled up the reins and turned the horse around, but he still added, "Just wait until I come back, don't get lost."
The sound of horse hooves sounded, leaving a line of dust on the sand. In an instant, it was hidden in the fog, as if walking on clouds.
The three of them walked in different directions and disappeared after a while.
Under such circumstances, the leader naturally could not sit firmly in the carriage. Instead, he got out of the car with Lao Sanjin and looked towards the carriage where the three people were tethered, with a somewhat confused look on his face.
One rope went straight away, but the other two ropes were getting closer and closer, as if they were about to become entangled.
ps. The plot in Mocheng will probably come to an end in these two days. Yun Zhong got a sword, Tang Bufeng got a love interest, and even Han Xi got an answer.
As for Le Jiu in the city, the old shopkeeper of Tiaochun Tower, Shen Jie and Nie Changfeng, we will keep it under wraps for the time being, but sooner or later these people will be mentioned, and this is all a matter for later.
The next few chapters or even a dozen chapters may be a process of broadening your imagination. Although my writing skills are insufficient, I will try my best to write this part well.
I will be traveling for about a week next month, so I will try my best to keep updated.
Autumn is starting to come in the north, so remember to put on more clothes.
Liangliang thanks everyone.
