The second volume, a dream to wake up to know the past and the present, the absurdity is the old town
——— Preface
Guazhou, Gobi Desert.
The wind blows from the west, rolling the yellow sand through the strangely shaped rock piles. In the gloomy night, those rocks look more like a vast ancient city than in the daytime. The wind blows through the large and small holes in the rocks, and the sharp rock edges make a desolate sound.
The ghost town is continuous, the wind blows like crying, and the yellow sand is dark and hinders pedestrians.
After nightfall, the wilderness Gobi in Guazhou looks like the ghost town of Yan Luo that appeared in the world.
Ye Qiusheng had heard some stories about the ghost town of Guazhou. If it was normal, even if he entered the ghost town of Guazhou alone under the night sky, he wouldn't hesitate.
But the situation is very different now.
When he came out of the Prisoner's Desolation Tower, his cultivation was sealed by that strange force of space, and he was about the same as an ordinary person right now. Under such circumstances, Ye Qiusheng had to look at the ghost town legends he had heard in the past with different eyes.
More importantly, it is another matter.
Bai Lishu.
in the evening.
It was dusk, and in the lingering rays of light, the young man in a white robe, who showed nothing unusual from the beginning to the end, leaned on the rock and passed out groggyly. Ye Qiusheng walked over and held his wrist.
As soon as he touched Bailishu's wrist, Ye Qiusheng realized something was wrong.
Bailishu's hands were abnormally cold.
The qi and blood of a cultivator are much stronger than that of ordinary people, but Bailishu's body temperature is unbearably low. This may have something to do with his skills and sword moves—every time Baili Shu made a move, he looked as if he was frozen for thousands of miles. But Baili Shu's pulse was too low and weak.
"Bailishu? Bailishu?"
Ye Qiusheng yelled twice, but the young man who always pays attention to everything did not respond.
The young man was leaning against the dark rock, his face was extremely pale in the dim light of the sky, without a trace of blood. The young man's skin was as white as ice jade, so even if his complexion was wrong, it would be difficult to detect it. Ye Qiusheng reached out and touched Bailishu's forehead.
Unexpectedly cold.
With his cultivation level sealed off, he couldn't mobilize his true energy, Ye Qiusheng could only feel Bailishu's pulse like an ordinary doctor, and he couldn't use his true energy to carefully check what was going on with Bailishu. But even so, it can be felt that Bailishu's situation is extremely bad.
Judging from Baili Shu's energy channels, no one would doubt him if he was told that this was a seriously ill bedridden person. But Baili Shu acted as if nothing had happened. Under the Yanmen Gate, the Tower of Prisoner Desolation, circled on the line of life and death, smashed nine piles, towned the bronze and earth, and from under the phantom shadows of desolate beasts and the statues of ancient emperors, the ancient I got the Emperor Talisman.
Who the hell knows how Baili Shu did it
Ye Qiusheng looked at the young man who had closed his eyes and receded a bit from his drowsiness, and felt that he couldn't understand Bailishu more and more.
Should it be said that there are really all Jiuxuanmen, and there are some lunatics
Unable to check the situation in Bailishu's body, and his own cultivation base is also sealed, Ye Qiusheng can only barely find some ordinary continuation qi pills from the Najie, which has no specific requirements, and give them to Bailishu first. .
When helping the unconscious Bailishu take the pill, Ye Qiusheng found that Bailishu had put away the ancient emperor amulet.
This guy…
Ye Qiusheng didn't know whether he should lament that Bailishu really counted every step and everything he did was impeccable, or he should lament that he was so cautious in his life that he was hardly human.
As soon as the sun goes down, night in the desert comes quickly.
It was dark in a blink of an eye.
The temperature in Guazhou at night is completely different from that in daytime.
The temperature dropped very quickly in the blink of an eye, and even Ye Qiusheng felt cold because his true energy was blocked. He turned his head to look at the unconscious Ye Qiusheng, the young man's lips were also white.
Even if Baili Shu's sword is frozen for thousands of miles, his eyebrows and eyes are always covered with snow, but in the end he is still just one person.
Immortal cultivators, in the final analysis, are nothing but powerful people.
So even Baili Shu, who looked like a ice blade, would still feel cold.
Ye Qiusheng realized for the first time that the "definite number" in the mouth of the bad old man had many, many thoughts buried in his eyes, and Bailishu, who could predict everything, would also feel cold.
Ye Qiusheng took off his robe, wrapped it around the quiet and sleepy young man, and stretched out his hand to carry him on his back. Youth is not heavy—in fact, it should be said that it is very light. This person usually looks thin, but in fact he is thinner, but he always wears a toga, which makes him look not so thin, and no matter what time he looks like "Even if the sky falls, he will not be so thin." The appearance of being able to withstand it makes people always ignore this point unconsciously.
As he carried Bailishu on his back and walked step by step towards the rocky mountain that looked like an ancient city, Ye Qiusheng turned his head and glanced at Bailishu on his back.
The young man rested his head on his shoulder, and that face was very close.
So close that every eyelash can be seen clearly.
The young man closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes fell quietly and lightly on his pale skin, counting each one with incomparable clarity. In the eyes that were always sealed like snow, the coldness receded for the most part, and he looked a bit gentle. At this time, Baili Shu looked more like a scholar in Zhongming Dingshi's family, full of bookishness and indifferent to the world.
If a thousand catties ask for a meeting, you can go to death or life.
Ye Qiusheng remembered that when he was traveling in the Cangpu Dynasty, he happened to hear an anecdote about the Eight Sects of Immortals told by a scholar in a teahouse. Very nice.
What a good idea
It's good to see that the elder sister of Hehuanzong, who is also a famous beauty, is willing to exchange a thousand catties of high-grade spirit stones for Jiuxuan Bailishu.
The storyteller said so.
Then this good-looking guy who is worth tens of millions of dollars, but he does things that can be taken out casually. Ye Qiusheng thought of the dark underground of Yanmen, stepping on the iron chain and facing the black lizard reading "Taiyilu", and thought of the figure of the young man inserting a knife into the bronze long case under the tower of prisoner desolation...
"What are you doing when you're so tired?"
Ye Qiusheng said softly, as if he was asking Bailishu, but also himself.
In the depths of the sparsely populated desert, there was a constant sound of ghost crying, as if answering his question.
Ye Qiusheng stopped talking, and walked towards the ghost town with Bailishu on his back.
They had been there, under a solitary rock on the edge of Ghost Town Rock. Going out is the rolling sand dunes, and the wind blows from the sand dunes.
But right now, Ye Qiusheng had to carry Baili Shu on his back into the giant rock pile in the ghost town.
This is also a helpless move.
Compared with the untrue legends about the ghost town, the reality before their eyes is more urgent.
Guazhou is located in the depths of the desert, with a flat horizon and a bitter westerly wind. At night in autumn and winter, it is like "the ghost town is continuous, the wind sounds like crying, and the yellow sand is dark and hinders pedestrians" as said in "Customs and Customs". The sand is overwhelming, and new sand dunes will be piled up on the original flat land in a blink of an eye.
The sand dunes here, like waves, are not static, they are always flowing.
The sand mixed with the wind in the evening already foretells a terrible sandstorm after nightfall.
And the place where they were before, might be buried by yellow sand at night. If his cultivation had not been sealed, it would not be difficult to deal with it. But at this time, Bailishu and his cultivation bases were all sealed, and Bailishu was still in a coma, and there was no way to deal with them.
Immortal cultivators' arrogance in the face of ordinary people is probably also due to this.
In front of the power of heaven and earth, mortals are like ants.
But now, in the face of Tianwei, Ye Qiusheng can only choose to enter the ghost town with many legends and retreat.
The wind was getting stronger, and the sound of ghost cries became extremely shrill. More and more sand and stones were mixed in the wind, blowing on the rocks, making a creepy sound.
Fortunately, they were already on the edge of the ghost town, and the distance was not too far.
Stepping on the stone leaves that fell to the ground after the rocks disintegrated, Ye Qiusheng entered this strange rock "city" in the pastoral population of Saishang. Ye Qiusheng didn't go too deep inside. He felt that the wind had been almost blocked by the huge rocky mountains of various shapes. When it was estimated that it could block the sandstorm, it stopped.
After entering the ghost town, I realized that the stone city, which is naturally composed of countless huge rocks, is indeed strange.
In the ghost town, the sound of the wind outside became quieter, and the vaguely mournful feeling like a ghost crying became more and more intense. Walking among the rocks tens to hundreds of feet above the ground, the huge shadows of the rocks overlap as far as the eye can see, giving birth to a strange feeling.
Ye Qiusheng only felt that the sound of his footsteps seemed strange here.
Finding a place for one person to lie down under an ancient peak-like rock, Ye Qiusheng cleaned up the sand and gravel on the ground, after thinking about it, he found a few robes that he had prepared before and put them on it first, Then put Baili Shuan on it.
God knows that he used to be in the field, even if he was seriously injured, he still had a piece of land to lie down on, no matter what small stones or sand were under his body, not to mention such expensive things as cushions.
There is no way, anyone who looks at Baili Shu who is full of luxury will feel that it is a sin to let this person lie down sleepy.
Swords come from outside the sky, and the immortals outside the sky cannot see the guests in the world of mortals.
He really did not write wrong those few sentences at the beginning, even in this situation, this person is still like a fairy.
However, where would the Immortals of the World have so many worries about Bailishu
Thinking about it, Ye Qiusheng dug out some torches from the ring, lit a fire with improvisation, sat down outside the cave by himself, and began to watch the night.