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 armor 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 some sense of public morality? Your whole body is stripped naked. Will your neighbors still have to go to work tomorrow? Do you know that thieves also have their ways? Even underwear!
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 clothes 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.
Well! It didn't seem right to say that the house was 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 an 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 eating a few sweet and sour, sour and astringent Elaeagnus, Zhang Chao became more mentally stable and regained some strength in his limbs. 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 someone robbed me of all my belongings after I fainted. And then threw it here?
Maybe he should go out and take a look, otherwise he would be waiting to die here!
'Ta-ta-ta-ta! 'While Zhang Chao was hesitating, smoke and dust were everywhere in the distance, as if many people were riding over.
somebody 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 it was? These sand dunes all look the same, and you might get lost and die without knowing it.
"Little novice monk Wu! Go and fetch some water quickly. Slow down and look at your head!"
Zhang Chao was stunned. People were here, not the tourists riding horses as he imagined, but a group of 'ancient people'.
This guy was shouting and cursing 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. .
When did you learn this dialect, which is almost like a foreign language? Zhang Chao was a little dizzy, 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 notice a single thing about 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 are holding a 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 married Princess Wencheng after she entered Tibet. It has a Tubo style. Imitation Tang Dao.
That rough-and-tumble look would be impossible for later generations to 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 is a cultural relic!
"The thief is looking for death!" Zhang Chao was stunned, but the nonsense-talking 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. 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, showing 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-brimmed 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, the Third Lady should 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?
And the guy who just drew the knife to chop him 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? Where is this? Something’s not right!
