Tang Hong and Le Loulan walked for a night and dug a big hole in the solid ground, and blocked it with wind-blown stones when they slept. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info When he is hungry, he eats the jerky he picks up, or the scorpions that can sometimes be dug up, and snakes and the like, and Le Loulan eats the rest of the jerky and Tanghong eats. This is how we arrived at a place called the Sand Shoot Forest.

Of course, there are no bamboo shoots on the desert, the so-called sand shoot forest is a stone forest carved by wind and sand, and most of the stone pillars are like sharp cones piercing the sky, so it is named the sand shoot forest.

After entering the sand shoot forest, the wind and sand are naturally much smaller, and the ground is no longer ordinary soft sand, but has become sharp gravel, and if you hold it hard, you can easily scratch the palm of your hand. Tang Hong is still barefoot, Le Loulan is still on Tang Hong, and Tang Hong is worried that she will forget how to walk.

"I hope your senior sister is not here", Tang Hong looked around and said seriously. The wind blows from above the sand bamboo shoot forest, and if a person falls from above, whether it falls on the ground or on those "bamboo shoots", it is not a joke, even if a qi practitioner who has paid attention to physical cultivation falls from such a high place, he may be seriously injured or even killed.

"Thank you for your good words", Le Loulan pursed her lips, and her senior sister shouted loudly. She didn't believe that her senior sister would fall in such a place, when the wind and sand came, she would be the first to be unable to hold on and cause the ice wall to break, and her senior sister Su Changqing should still have a lot of vitality, and she could always create an ice wall in the air to change the direction of her fall, unless her senior sister was knocked unconscious by a stone. Thinking of this, Le Loulan immediately gave herself two shaves, leaving two red marks on a tender face, God bless this is all my blind imagination, don't care, you must bless my senior sister safely.

The sun was moving, and they had gone through a morning's work, and Le Loulan yelled that she was tired and asked Tang Hong to find a place to rest.

Tang Hong is very helpless, you lie on my back all day long, I don't shout tired, you are noisy, so you have never stopped. Until noon, the sun gets bigger and bigger. On the back of a tall stone wall, Tang Hongcai put Le Loulan down, let out a long sigh of relief, and felt much more comfortable, people who have been walking in the desert for a long time feel very comfortable as long as they are not exposed to the sun. Le Loulan was very happy to condense dozens of white crystal ice cubes, and first covered the stone he was going to make before sitting down.

Tang Hong put his hand on the pergola and looked around, and found that there seemed to be something hanging on the "bamboo shoots" under the sun.

"You stay here, I'll take a look" Tang Hong jumped up and stepped on the slope of the "bamboo shoots" and rushed up.

I don't know why, no matter which wind and sand it is, it can't blow into the stalagmite forest, but the herders rarely enter this ideal sheltered place, and some herders are even reluctant to come in even if they die.

Tang Hong felt that he might have found some reason.

At the top of the "bamboo shoots", a white skeleton remained as if it had been pierced in the chest, with a knife longer than a ruler hanging from his waist in shabby clothes, and a jade knife hanging from his neck bone.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth", Tang Hong has never been afraid, at this time he just felt sad for this skeleton, looking at his clothes did not look like a Song countryman, the clothes on his body must be of excellent material, so even if the flesh and blood are gone with the wind and water, it is just a little shabby. It should be a traveling merchant who walks all directions, but in the end, because it is difficult to stop the sandstorm or something, not only does he die here, but he also violently corpses in the wilderness.

"Alas" sighed, Tang Hong took the bones down, and planned to find a place to bury them.

He didn't see it, when he moved the bones, the jade carved knife on the chest of the bones revealed an extremely sharp cold light, and the handle on his waist also slipped out of the sheath, just in time to see a corpse character in Wei script on it, and then returned to the sheath like flowing upward to the water.

"Rest in peace, this old man," Tang Hong avoided Le Loulan, dug a big pit under the "bamboo shoot", put down the bones and the things around the bones, and covered them with sand and gravel. But the strange thing is that no matter how much sand he puts down, the two knives on the skeleton always float on it and never fall. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is absolutely shocking, and the timid ones have turned around and run away if they can't say it well. But in the eyes of those outside the world, such as qi practitioners, it is not enough.

Tang Hong casually picked up the two knives, one hanging around his neck and the other pinning to his waist.

"It's the funeral fee, brother, I'll accept these two knives" Tang Hong hugged his fists and saluted. In his eyes, this proves the saying that good people have good rewards.

But in fact, on the contrary, the jade knife is engraved with a first character, and the inscription on the two knives is connected to the two ominous words "corpse". This is a hundred years ago in the Wei State of the famous two knives or can be said to be a knife, the corpse knife, with the head as the respect, no matter what kind of damage the corpse knife receives, even if it is broken, it can be immediately recovered, and the use of qi practitioners can be called indestructible divine soldiers, but the owner of this knife accidentally disappeared in a battle with the Qin State, and some people witnessed the death at the hands of a Qin general named Sima Cuo. Although Sima Cuo is still alive now, he has never admitted that it was his own hand, and there are also witnesses back then, when the corpse knife master died, Sima Cuo was clearing the border of Qin to suppress bandits, and the two parties could not hold each other, and in the end this matter could only be stopped, after all, Sima Cuo's status in Qin at that time was much stronger than that of the corpse knife.

As for why this knife appeared in the Song Kingdom, it is really intriguing.

Of course, these Tang Hong don't know, they are all a hundred years ago into the old thing of sesame rotten grain, these two knives are only in the memory of those old people still have some shadows, after all, the knife that was cast is for killing, if it is no longer stained with blood, it is not even as good as a kitchen knife, people will remember only the corpse of the murderous knife that crisscrossed the battlefield, not the scrap iron left in the desert waiting for rust.

This knife is also very unwilling.

"Tang Hong's kid hasn't come back yet" Le Loulan rolled comfortably on a big stone, "I slept so comfortably", she wasn't worried that Tang Hong would leave her one and run away, in this short time together, the two had established an inexplicable trust, rubbed their eyes and looked around, and found that a person's eyes were moving things from those stone pillars in the stalagmite forest. Sometimes the stone pillars are simply smashed.

"What kind of wind is this kid smoking" Le Loulan looked at it puzzled with her head, and continued to sleep. I didn't see at all because of Tang Hong's big moves, some hidden corners in the stone forest, and the fierce light that was green and shining in the already dark sky.