The vast desert is endless, and the lonely city is empty on all sides. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As expected, on the morning of the third day. The prefect of Dunhuang was not afraid of the desert, and did not deign to come to Mingsha Mountain with difficulty, not only himself, but also brought a brigade of officers and soldiers.

In the Taoist temple on Mingsha Mountain, Lichen's face instantly turned black, and he shook his head deeply and sighed. Xuan Xuozi smiled and put down the cloud in his hand on the chessboard.

"You've lost!" Xuan Xuzi is not without pride.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Those who cultivate the Tao are happy and angry when they win or lose. Why should you care? "The dust is light, and the wind is light. After Touzi admitted defeat, he didn't look at Xuanxuzi who had a smile on his face and froze on his face, and walked straight to the outside of the view.

"Whoever won a few games in front of him was triumphant, and when he won in the poor road, he just said this, it's just, it's just..." Xuanxuzi "ancients" is really not as brazen as dust, and he likes to block the other party when he wins or loses, and he has a set of plausible reasons.

"This Han official is really not a son of man!" Xuan Xuozi didn't know when he also stood outside the gate of the Taoist temple, looking at the team of people coming from afar and scolding.

"Cruel inside and cruel outside, shameless. Hermes-Epitek is easy to deceive, but foreigners are difficult to mess with. Ancient and modern! Lichen sighed. With a wave of his sleeves, a few miles of wind and clouds suddenly changed. The sky, which was originally cloudless, was instantly covered with dark clouds, and the wind on the ground suddenly rose, blowing yellow sand all over the sky. The prefect's honor guard was suddenly staggered, and even the sedan chair he was sitting on was shaking. can shake the prefect into seven meat and eight vegetables. Before he could open his mouth to scold, with a "bang", the prefect's sedan chair overturned. By the time the prefect easily climbed out of the sedan chair, his head was already bleeding.

The rain poured down, and the prefect couldn't tell whether it was blood or rain on his head. The mouth was full of sand, and now he was drenched and shivered, and all he could see was the rain of white flowers, and he didn't know where the people he brought died. He opened his mouth and was ready to call someone to help him. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a strong wind blew, and the rain mixed with mud and sand immediately poured in. directly choked the prefect so much that he almost fainted.

The rain came fiercely and went quickly. If it continues a little longer, maybe the prefect will have to answer in the midst of this desert rain. Finally, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. His entourage immediately slapped his side, and helped the prefect in embarrassment: "Master, this heavy rain is so strange!" ”

It's been several years since the prefect came to this place where birds don't, and I've never seen such a weird storm. Wen Yan glanced at his entourage and nodded, "It's a little strange." ”

When you go out, you are most afraid of wind and rain. A large group of people in the prefect's house were all drenched. In the desert in the winter, even on a sunny day, they are frozen like quails. The rest of the people were still stronger, and the prefect was indeed a literati, and after a while, his lips were blue from the cold.

"Quick, quick, go find some dry firewood, start a fire immediately, the prefect is about to freeze sick." The officer who led the team originally came to report the situation to the prefect, but when he saw the prefect's situation, he couldn't even speak. Seeing that it was not good, he immediately ordered his officers and soldiers to find some dry firewood, otherwise this prefect would have three longs and two shorts, and none of them would be able to run.

The prefect himself didn't know when he fainted, but he suddenly felt warm all over his body, and there were people around him who kept talking. When you wake up, the first thing you see is a pile of fires. A large crowd huddled in a group, baking clothes and whispering to each other.

The prefect was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized that the materials for burning the fire were wrong.

"Isn't this my own flag, and that, isn't it the wooden board on my official sedan chair, but I remember the patterns on it." The prefect came to his senses in an instant, glared angrily at his entourage who was looking at him anxiously and asked, "What are you burning?" ”

The entourage saw that his master's face was wrong, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. However, the officer next to him was more bold and said: "My lord, in this desert land, where can I find dry firewood!" Your Excellency, you're in a coma. If you don't make a fire again, I'm afraid it will be a big deal! His subordinates didn't care about that. Fortunately, the adult's sedan chair was oiled and not soaked by the heavy rain, otherwise the fire would not have started! ”

The prefect stopped talking and silently looked at the bonfire in front of him. Flag sedan chair or something, you can do it again when you go back, of course, life is the most important. So the prefect finally stopped talking, looking at the raging fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

A bunch of flags, a sedan chair divided into so many parts, how long can it be burned? The prefect and his party will dry their clothes, and the bonfire will gradually go out. The desert is not a place to stay for a long time, but it is not a place to stay for a long time. Just continue to move forward, or go back to Dunhuang City. The subordinates are inconsistent. After the prefect stood up, he was dizzy for a while. After finally standing still, the prefect looked at the green that could be seen in the distance and said, "Let's go to Mingsha Mountain first!" There is a Taoist temple there, and we can also change into clean clothes and have a cup of hot tea. Think again. It's almost there anyway. ”

The prefect spoke, and his subordinates immediately stopped arguing. A large crowd of people continued to move on as if they were a large group of displaced people. How can there be any rules, the poor prefect looks at the unsightly team, and is secretly angry. But at this juncture, he didn't dare to get angry.

The poor prefect is a dignified court official, but now he has to hold his breath and walk on his own feet. It's miserable!

The brigade was bustling forward, but fortunately, there were still officers, and there was gradually a queue as they walked. There was cavalry in front of the road, and the prefect's men walked in the middle. Behind was a large number of soldiers pressing the formation. "It's finally getting a little momentum." The prefect comforted himself a little. But if his feet are weak, he will fall to the ground. Fortunately, the entourage was quick and immediately held on. Otherwise, the prefect will faint again.

Dozens of miles, most of the previous walk. The remaining half can see the target from a distance, but the prefect thinks why is this section so long!

The prefect was carried forward on his back. Now the situation does not care about the decency of officials. It's just that the target is in front of me, but it seems that there is no end in sight.

Not only did the prefect feel this way, but even his subordinates felt that something was wrong.

"My lord, we have been walking for a long time, so we should get closer! Why don't you seem to be standing still, and you don't get close at all! The officer who was leading the horse felt that something was wrong, and immediately ran forward and whispered to the prefect.

The prefect was excited, and his face turned pale and asked, "You also feel this way?" (To be continued.) )