Song Qian rushed over as fast as he could, and it was just a rock several people high, and the shape of the rock looked a bit like a low-lying lion, covering a large area.

Seeing that there were no trees or architectural remains, Song Qian was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, and it was better than nothing.

When he came to the rock, Song Qian took out a steel shovel and shoveled it towards the sand on the soles of his feet.

"Squeak"

A very subtle cry came into Song Qian's ears, startling him.

Removing the shovel and looking into the pit, a black scorpion tail that had been shoveled off kept writhing, and the upper body of the scorpion actually crawled towards Song Qian quickly, looking like it was going to attack Song Qian.

Song Qian's scalp was numb, he didn't expect his luck to be so good, and he dug out a scorpion as soon as he shoveled it down.

The scorpion has no poisonous hook, just like a tiger without claws, and has no threat to Song Qian.

Song Qian slapped the scorpion to death with a shovel, but he didn't shoot it badly.

This thing doesn't look disgusting in appearance, but the meat is delicious, and it is a great tonic.

And since this thing has found one, there must be others, and if you get enough of a certain amount, you can also be satisfied.

Song Qian dug down one shovel after another, and every three or five shovels, a scorpion would inevitably be dug out, and then Song Qian was slapped to death and thrown aside.

It didn't take long for Song Qian to discover something embarrassing.

I finally dug a pit out, and the sand outside flowed down again, and the pit was still so big.

Song Qian was helpless, his eyes glanced at Zhou Zhou, and found that there were some gravel around, so he took it and embedded it on the edge of the excavated pit, effectively blocking the slide of the quicksand.

Unfortunately, the gravel was limited, so Song Qian had to use a steel shovel to split on the rock. Hopefully I can chop some gravel, otherwise I won't be able to dig a bunker where I can rest.

The steel shovel given to Song Qian by his father once again played a huge role. The seemingly impregnable rock is easily sliced by a steel shovel and cleaved along the edge. Large chunks of rock were cut off.

The sharpness of the steel shovel startled Song Qian again, but this was not the time to study this.

With these stones, Song Qian's work was much more efficient, and in about half an hour or so, Song Qian had already dug a sand pit that could barely accommodate him.

Song Qian jumped into the pit, the sunlight was blocked by the rocks, and a burst of shade hit him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is a place to rest, there is food to replenish. Not to mention ten hours, where is ten days, Song Qian is confident that he can stay.

At this time, Song Qian was no longer Wuxia Ameng, and a series of training made Song Qian's will resolute to the point that ordinary people could not imagine.

For example, in the training of apnea, under the dark water, under tremendous pressure, unable to breathe at all, the psychological fear alone can make people collapse.

Normally, people who can hold it for a minute on the shore can hold it for 30 seconds underwater.

But Song Qian insisted on staying in such an environment for a few minutes.

There is also training in the ability to resist hits. Not to mention. That's something that only a madman can hold onto.

Song Qian stayed for a while, and the temperature in the pit began to drop, allowing Song Qian's physical strength to recover quickly.

However, if you want to get back to peak condition, you still need to eat food.

Song Qian looked at the pile of scorpions on the side.

There are about dozens. Each one was about two inches long and half an inch wide, and Song Qian frowned. Pick one up decisively.

With a "click", Song Qian broke the scorpion tail. Then with a touch of his waist, a fighting knife appeared in his hand.

That steel shovel was a gift from his father to himself. And this fighting knife is the standard equipment of the night group members.

Don't underestimate the two words standard, each fighting knife represents the top smelting process in Huaxia Kingdom, but according to the strength level of the members of the night group, it is equipped with the most suitable weapon for them.

The sharpness of the weapon is the same.

Song Qian picked up a scorpion, swiped the knife in his right hand, cut the back shell of the scorpion, and then used the knife to reach into the shell left and right, and with a pick, a piece of fresh and tender scorpion meat was picked out.

Putting the meat into his mouth, Song Qian chewed it gently, first a fishy smell entered the taste buds, slowly turned into a fresh and sweet taste, and finally was completely decomposed by saliva, flowing down the mouth into the throat, and the sweet taste flowed down the stomach until the stomach.

"Good stuff!"

Song Qian's eyes lit up, this thing is definitely a great tonic for replenishing energy in the desert.

Dozens of scorpions swallowed his stomach, and Song Qian felt that his physical strength had fully recovered, and even the water had been replenished.

At this time, the snake meat had turned into dried snakes, and Song Qian coiled it into a ball and received it in his pocket.

Then Song Qian stood up and practiced the family health technique by the rock.

Once, twice.

When Song Qian began to do it for the third time, he immediately felt an indescribable huge change.

The contraction force of the muscles increased by geometric multiples, and the requirements for physical fitness also increased significantly compared to before.

If you continue to cultivate forcibly, I am afraid that you will strain your muscles and cause irreparable damage to your body.

Song Qian sighed and put away his movements, it seemed that he still had a long way to go before the completion of the third set of actions.

After regaining his strength, Song Qian began to hurry again, resting again halfway, and at dusk, Song Qian came to a sparse poplar forest.

Populus euphratica is one of the oldest tree species in Takla and is known as the "most beautiful tree" in the desert region.

Poplar trees can survive the double test of severe cold and heat despite the ravages of sandstorms, drought and salinity.

People praise Populus euphratica like this: It will not die for a thousand years before death, it will not fall for a thousand years after death, and it will be immortal for a thousand years after death.

This poplar forest covers a wide area, about dozens of acres of land.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the golden leaves of the trees shine together, creating a golden world.

Walking into the forest, Song Qian felt the loneliness between heaven and earth.

During the day, tired of hurrying, this feeling is not strong, in the evening, the old trees are faint, the sun sets, and there is no small bridge and flowing water.

I don't know how long the history of this poplar has existed, Song Qian slowly walked into the poplar forest, feeling the long historical atmosphere.

About one-third of the trees in the poplar forest have died or fallen, and the natural cycle of life and death is vividly reflected here.

In the middle of the poplar forest, there is a small clear spring, like a crescent moon.

There are low reeds growing on both sides, and some unknown small fish swim around in the water.

The surface of the water is dark blue, and the depth of the water is unknown.

Song Qian walked quickly to the edge of the pool, poured a few mouthfuls of water into it, and then lay on his back on the edge of the pool, sighing comfortably.

The breeze came slowly, the reeds rustled, and the tiredness of the day seemed to be swept away.

Song Qian looked at the beautiful scenery around him and fell into deep intoxication. (To be continued......)