Crushed sand fluttered down.
Neither Ye Qiusheng nor Bailishu spoke again. The fire was burning, and there were crackling sounds from time to time. The two senior brothers of the Eight Immortal Sects were silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.
The wind blows.
There were no other accidents that night, and I don't know if it was because the corpses of sand wolves piled up on the ground at the entrance of the cave, deterring other predators wandering in the ghost town.
As the sky gradually brightened, the sandstorm gradually subsided, and the sand stopped rustling from the wind. Guazhou is dry and hot during the day, and most of the predators in the ghost town are nocturnal. For Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng at this time, the ghost town during the day is obviously much safer than at night.
After drinking a lot of strong alcohol last night, Ye Qiusheng only felt that his throat was unbearably dry.
He rubbed his temples, regretting that yesterday he should have soaked up some wolf blood while the wolf carcass was still warm. Finding water in the desert is not an easy task. He and Baili Shu are not the ones who are free to keep water in the ring.
If Bailishu is okay, it might be feasible to melt some water to freeze his sword.
But right now, Baili Shu's situation is worse than his.
While thinking about how to get some water, Ye Qiusheng skinned the wolf and chopped it into pieces.
He used his obviously extraordinary ancient knife to do this kind of work of butchers butchering pigs and sheep, but he didn't seem to be reluctant, and his movements were exceptionally proficient, as if he often did this kind of work.
When he got out of the cave, Ye Qiusheng took a look at Bailishu. After waking up, Baili Shu didn't fall asleep again, lying in the cave, eyes slightly lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
This guy…
Really, as long as you can hold on, you must hold on.
Sighing, Ye Qiusheng skillfully set up a small fire again and started to roast the wolf meat. While roasting wolf meat, he was thinking of other things.
Guazhou is sparsely populated. Most of the refugees who migrated north during the Guangwu period settled near the oasis. The nearest Bomu Fort is on the other side of the ghost town. There are many sand dunes in Guazhou. If you are not a local, you can only rely on the astrology at night to find your way in the desert. However, there are sandstorms raging in Guazhou at night, so it is undoubtedly impossible to go to Bomubao without going to the ghost town.
The safest way is to walk through the ghost town.
However, the ghost town... is not like a peaceful and peaceful place.
The place they are currently in is just the outskirts of the ghost town. It's hard to say what's inside the ghost town.
There are many legends about the ghost city. It is said that the ghost city used to be a Buddhist city in the Western Regions, but then the monks made a big mistake for some reason. Eighteen tall rocky mountains can be found in the depths of the ghost town, which look like monks bowing their heads from a distance.
Ye Qiusheng didn't know whether the ghost city was transformed by the Buddha City's scourge.
Guazhou is located at the intersection of Jintang and Fuyi, within the scope of Jiuxuanmen and Tianji Valley, and Taishangzong is far away from it. However, Ye Qiusheng once heard that the old man mentioned that Guazhou is the land of the phoenix's return. In addition, some experienced disciples of the Supreme Sect disappeared here, but the elders of the sect have never said a word about it.
What is the land of the phoenix
Ye Qiusheng couldn't figure it out.
The bad old man always bored him with his half-hidden and half-spoken temperament.
While roasting the wolf meat, Ye Qiusheng glanced into the depths of the ghost town. There are tall boulders standing like peaks, gathered together to form a forest, without the weirdness of night in the sunlight, it just looks like a maze.
The other half of the danger in the ghost town comes from the word "maze". There are huge boulders everywhere, and naturally follow certain rules. People walking in it can easily lose their way. It is common for ordinary people to be trapped to death here.
"Going through a ghost town?"
After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what the "land of the phoenix's return" meant by the bad old man. Ye Qiusheng asked Bailishu while turning the wolf meat that was about to be cooked.
"Tianji Valley." Bailishu didn't answer Ye Qiusheng's question, his face was still pale, but his tone of voice couldn't tell whether his condition was good or bad. "Have you ever contacted anyone in Tianji Valley?"
"Tianji Valley?"
Ye Qiusheng paused for a moment with the hand that was turning the barbecue. He raised his head, looked at Bailishu and raised his eyebrows.
"Those magic sticks?"
Among the eight sects of immortal sects, Tianji Valley can be said to be the most mysterious one. They claim to be "black and white and cold-eyed, why not ask Tianji". Unlike other immortal sects, it is hidden in layers of clouds and mist, and there are many phantom formations, as if afraid of others knowing.
Tianji Valley has always been proud of calculating all the secrets of heaven, proficient in Qimen hexagrams, and good at deducing heaven and earth.
Of course, these are the claims of Tianji Valley.
Ye Qiusheng's impression of Tianji Valley has always been on the word "magic stick". The direct disciples of Tianji Valley, like their sect, rarely appear in front of people. Ye Qiusheng had dealt with them a few times, and he only felt that those people only spoke three-pointers, and their virtues of acting like gods and ghosts were comparable to those of bad old men.
Even in the Eight Sects of Immortal Sect, Tianji Valley can be regarded as quite mysterious.
And Tianji Valley is also the sect with the smallest number of people.
The few times I met the direct disciples of Tianji Valley, those direct disciples were all wearing cloaks and white hats, or they appeared in the light blue morning light, or went away in the middle of the night, with erratic traces.
but…
Ye Qiusheng suddenly thought of something and glanced at Bailishu.
Among other things, Baili Shu is quite like Tianji Valley in terms of the fact that he seems to have figured out all the secrets, and there are so many secrets. Thinking of this, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help frowning, Baili Shu's attitude that seemed to include everything, really didn't look like a lunatic from Jiuxuanmen, but rather like those people in Tianji Valley.
Bailishu listened to Ye Qiusheng's talk about Tianji Valley, but didn't say a word.
Some broken, difficult-to-join pictures kept appearing in his mind.
—A group of people wearing bamboo hats walked silently on the plank road of Qianren Cliff. They were silent and said nothing. Layers of clouds and mist hover over the ancient mountains, and ancient temples are looming in the deep valleys.
Taotao's deep gorge runs through the canyon, rushing and reversing, white water splashes splash and shatter in the slanting canyon, and birds fly obliquely from the bottom of the canyon like arrows, rushing into layers of clouds and mist middle.
A person wearing a white hat is walking on the cliff, and the sky is dimly falling from far away.
In the middle of the pedestrians, a man with a sword on his back was leading a young boy.
When passing a corner, the boy who was being led turned his head and took a look.
At that moment, Bailishu saw the boy's face clearly.
—with a bit of youthfulness, but very familiar.
That's his face.
The picture in his mind was broken like water splashes hitting the cliff in the deep valley, and it was indistinguishable from the chaos, but one look was so familiar, as if he had really walked on the plank road of the cliff.
The picture of walking on the plank road quickly shattered. Bailishu saw that the pedestrians who were walking on the plank road had reached the depths of the giant valley. A simple and magnificent temple was built in the depths of clouds and mist. The eaves of the temple On the roof, there are statues of ancient beasts, and copper bells are hung under the eaves.
When the mountain wind blows, the copper bell shakes, making a clear sound, which echoes in the valley.
The man wearing the bamboo hat knelt down in the temple and kowtowed to a stone tablet without words.
Only the boy who had been led before stood in the temple, looking up at the huge wordless stone tablet, with a faint sadness on his face.
…
—"Tianji Valley is proficient in Qimen hexagrams. It is said that there is a sacred stone in Tianji Valley from ancient times."
These pictures continue to appear, one after another, so true. With Ye Qiusheng's voice, the old picture shattered and a new picture emerged.
In the vast snowy night, his own voice rang in his ears again: Who am I
Bailishu leaned his head against the wall, lowered his eyes to hide the tiredness in his eyes, he responded softly, and signaled Ye Qiusheng to continue talking.
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When Ye Qiusheng was talking about his understanding of Tianji Valley and turning the barbecue in his hand, he was on the sand dunes outside the ghost town.
After a night of sandstorms, the ups and downs of the dunes have changed again. The edges of the crescent-shaped dunes are blown by the breeze, and broken sand is falling one after another.
In the distance, camel bells sounded.
The sound of camel bells in the desert is long and penetrating.
A long caravan of camels meanders from the horizon towards the ghost town of Guazhou, which is composed of countless huge rocks. There are a lot of people in the camel team, there are a hundred people, and the camels are loaded with heavy luggage, including many folded tents. There are old and young people in the camel team, and there are no camels carrying salutes for the elderly.
The half-old children walked on the sand dunes with the adults leading the camels.
People in the camel team, no matter how big or small they are, all wear large hats on their heads and loose robes, with gauze hanging from the edges of the hats to block the sun.
This caravan does not look like a caravan traveling to and from Guazhou.
The camel caravan is led by an extraordinarily tall white camel. Riding on the first camel is an old man with a heavy long necklace around his neck. In his hand is an old roll of unknown animal skin. made map.
"Asa, we're here."
A tall and strong man is leading the old man's camel. Around his waist is a wide belt inlaid with silver ornaments and gemstones, and a machete inlaid with gemstones is hanging.
The camel caravan stopped outside the ghost town, and everyone looked at the boulders of different shapes. Under the sunlight, those boulders looked extraordinarily tall.
The old man was supported by the man, turned over from the hunchback, he walked to a boulder, looked at the shape of the boulder, and then unfolded the roll of map in his hand.
After looking at the map for a long time, the old man looked up at the sun in the sky.
"arrive."
The old man said that his voice was hoarse and old, but he was extraordinarily firm and powerful.