The time of separation has finally arrived, and I have dreamed of flying alone countless times in the world.

But when I looked at the grandfather, Uncle Su, and those guys who had lived and died together for more than a year in front of the caravan, I suddenly felt a lot of reluctance.

"Grandpa, Uncle Su! Here we go! You two old people should take care of themselves on the way! "I pulled Gulandot and kowtowed to my grandfather three times.

"Grandson, granddaughter! Business is not as good as at home, you have to be careful in everything! The way forward is up to you! ”

Grandpa suddenly aged a lot, and took me, the eldest grandson and the most beloved granddaughter he had the most high hopes on, in his arms, and reluctantly patted us on the shoulder.

"Grandpa, don't worry! I'm definitely fine with my eldest brother! Gulando helped his grandfather's belt straighten, while happily comforting the old man.

"Haha! My granddaughter has grown up! All right! Grandpa believes in you! Go early and come back early! ”

After all, he is an old man, and of course Grandpa knows that only by completely releasing us can his children and grandchildren grow into towering trees for the benefit of his family and country in the future.

So he quickly adjusted his reluctant mood, laughed and together with Uncle Su, he and Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, Shamihan, Hesruer, and Langton each had a hearty hug.

"Young master, Miss Doer, you must find out all the land and sea routes to Rome this time! Hehe, Uncle Su, I still want to go to the country of Yunhai with you teenagers in my lifetime! Kids! Don't let us old guys down! ”

Uncle Su said proudly, and the guys on the side also became excited with the crowd, and the greetings of farewell and cherished continued one after another.

The seven of us who went west stepped onto the Dawan Divine Horse, and said goodbye to our caravan on the bank of the Kabul River outside the city of Gaofu, and embarked on a long journey to the west.

Qingluan, who knew human nature, also deliberately flew up, hovering above his grandfather's head for a while, and then flew back and landed firmly on the eagle frame on the side of the Gulando saddle.

I don't know when I can reunite again, and even this big bird has a regretful attachment.

The general route of our westward journey is from the city of Gaofu to the northwest through the Brahyana to the city of Herat, and then west along the ancient Persian road in the desert through the city of Babylon and Damascus, until we reach the ancient city of Beirut in Canaan on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean.

There was a huge harbor from where we could sail to Constantinople to find Uncle Charles and ask for his help.

Although we hadn't seen each other for nearly ten years, I was convinced that I, an old friend from the East, would be warmly received by him.

You can also go directly to the legendary Roman kingdom on the other side of the sea, and Yamica is now 19 years old, so she may have been married a long time ago.

I already have a family, but now I have a light look at the relationship that happened in the age of innocence, and I no longer have the unforgettable and painful pain of not being able to see each other.

This time I used to visit this celebrity, but I haven't fulfilled my promise for so many years.

Another task, of course, is to explore the way, to do business all over the world, and to prepare for my caravan to enter the city of Rome in the future.

At that time, the eldest brother of Hesrul of the Canaanite and the eldest brother of Langton of Lan City once followed the caravan to Chang'an and Luoyang in Middle-earth.

It was the accidents on the way that caused them to lose all their wealth and become homeless people.

Therefore, the two eldest brothers on this trip to the west were completely to take care of the feelings of my young master, so they went there hard, and they originally thought that they would never set foot on the land of their hometown again in this life.

And for the five of us, Qin Chong and Gu Landuo, the next trip is an unknown place that we have never walked before.

It is said that the whole trip is comparable to my Qingfengze Inn to Jiankang City in the Eastern Jin Kingdom of Middle Earth.

And the way is all sparsely populated deserts, mountains, and a small number of oases, and the wild people along the way all live on wheat and grazing.

Young people love the distance and have a strong curiosity about the new world that cannot be predicted.

So after a short period of sorrow when we were separated from the caravan, we rode out with confidence in seven men and fourteen horsemen.

After nearly three days of riding along the valleys and foothills of the middle of the Hindu Kush Mountains, we finally came to the territory of the Brahmana.

Like Gao Fu, the subjects of this country are all devout Buddhists, and when they see us strange visitors from the East, in addition to being full of curiosity, they will put their hands together and smile politely, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

It's hard for me to believe that there are still thieves who kill people without blinking an eye in such a pure and good place, it's really unpredictable!

After walking in the canyon area of the mountains for a while, the number of aborigines and craftsmen along the way began to increase, and there are grottoes on the brown stone cliffs on both sides, just like the Thousand Buddha Caves in the Mogao Grottoes of Dunhuang.

It is either the home of the local residents, or the statue of the Buddha and Bodhisattva of the Western Heavens.

I took out my mother's brocade map, which briefly described the folk customs and products of the Brahmana country, where the inhabitants ate barley as their staple food, and they were able to cultivate themselves with peace of mind, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, and devoted themselves to the Buddha, which is a rare place of good karma in the world.

The brocade map also marks that there is a stone carving of a thousand feet long Buddha on the stone hill of the mountain pass, which is the lying statue of the monk who came here from the country of poison to preach Buddhism.

Next to the grotto is a Zen temple where you can stay overnight.

The accent of the aborigines here is very similar to that of my family's Great Xia singer Cherry Orchid Zabu.

Gu Landuo stepped forward to ask, these people were indeed the remnants of the ancient kingdom of Great Xia, and the location of the stone carving of the Great Buddha was in a valley called Bamiyan ten miles away.

The natives told us that it is now a Buddhist destination, with hundreds of grottoes donated by former merchants and local wealthy families working at the same time, and hundreds of stonemasons and painters are resident there.

After saying goodbye to the natives, we got back on the road.

Although it is already mid-spring, there are still ice peaks in the Hindu Kush mountains, and the spring cold is steep, and there are many mountains and valleys between the mountains.

If it weren't for Qingluan leading the way in the air and taking us out of one mountain pass after another, our unguided horse team would have been lost in this mountain long ago.

There was still half a day to go until sunset, and we had plenty of time to go to the Bamiyan Valley, so the horse team slowed down.

We will stop to admire the most scenic spots in the mountains, or some of the most iconic temples, wild shops, bridges, valleys, mountain passes, etc.

Or Gulando, who writes and marks all the landmarks on a new map.

Grandpa's only task for us on this trip to Rome was to explore the way, and all the silk we brought with us was used as the fund for the exploration.

Therefore, as the leader of this horse team, I dare not be careless in the slightest.

I also found that being a leader is far from being as a companion as an attaché, everything needs to be planned and arranged in advance, and some changes that may be encountered on the way must also come up with some foolproof strategies in advance, which makes me a little big for a while.

Fortunately, there are seven of us, and everything is basically a unified action, and we are all good brothers who are willing to rush to work, plus Gulando, a capable little sister, assists from the side.

After two days, I finally learned how to be a leader, which is necessary for me to be able to lead a large caravan with more than a hundred men in the future.

"Old man, your hometown of Lord Taishan has arrived! Do you want to visit? ”

Shamihan and I walked ahead side by side, looking at the scattered stone houses, straw huts, and felt bags in the foothills and river valleys, and joking with him.

"The hometown of Inland-Lille has long been empty! Her father has two younger brothers, both of whom are now settled in the country of Qiuzi in the Western Regions, and they haven't been in touch for many years! ”

Shamihan happily replied that since he had a wife by his side, he was much softer than Liu Zhen'er and Qin Chong.

"Oh, I see! I remember that Sister Yinglan was only eleven or twelve years old when she first arrived at my inn, and she was the pillar of her father's Western Regions band. My mother liked it, so she kept her, but I didn't expect it to be a daughter-in-law for you! Ha ha! I shook the reins happily and laughed.

"Mrs. Khotan's great kindness, it is difficult to repay the villain in this life, as long as you don't dislike the young master, the old man is willing to follow and serve the young master for life!" Shamihan immediately smiled at me.

"Old man, don't talk about kindness anymore, we are brothers!" Seeing Shamihan's grateful look, I couldn't stand it a little, and hurriedly hit my horse and went to the front.

The horse team came to a flat beach deep in the mountains, about the size of a high royal city, and five or six mountain passes were scattered around the flat beach.

There are no natives and passers-by to inquire about, so Qingluan can only go to the outpost.

Horses refill their water by the flowing stream, and leisurely nibble on the grass that has not covered the horses' hooves on the riverbank, and there are countless wild flowers that cannot be named.

In the fields not far away, the growth of the wheat is booming, and some of the green ears of wheat have been pulled.

Half an hour later, Qingluan returned and led us into a mountain pass running east-west.

Judging from the ruts on the road and the dung of cattle and horses, even if it is not the Bamiyan Buddha, it is a densely populated place, and the night stay can be worry-free.

When our horse team came to this sacred land of Buddhism, it was when the sun was setting, and the ten thousand rays of light dyed the heavens and the earth red.

The craftsmen who had excavated the grotto had finished their work and were on their way to the river to wash their hands in droves, and they were surprised by our sudden arrival.

Perhaps it is a young man from Middle-earth who has never seen a freshly dressed and angry horse like us, and the afterglow of the sunset is like the light of the Buddha, which adds to the color of the gods.

These Daxia natives hulalala fell to their knees at once, and under the guidance of a monk, "Amitabha, Amitabha" chanted, and the beautiful and melodious Sanskrit sound made people completely forget the fatigue on the way.

"Gulando, what are they doing here?"

The admiration these craftsmen have given us in this way makes me both frightened and a little puzzled.

"Brother, it is estimated that these natives regard us as the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western World! Hehe! Grundot laughed happily.

"Hurry! Get off the horse! Hurry up and return the gift! ”

I hurriedly jumped off my horse and shouted to the other six, kneeling down on my knees and clasping my hands together in reverence.

To let these cultivators who serve the Buddha and offer to the Buddha give us such a great gift is blaspheming the gods and bodhisattvas, how dare we accept it.

Seeing us return the salute so respectfully, these native craftsmen who regarded us as gods and Buddhas all looked at each other in confusion.

One of them, the monk of the Great Xia Kingdom, stood up, carried a red-colored robe, and walked over to us chanting the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha! Aren't you the gods and Buddhas of the Western Heavens? ”

"Master Hui, we are merchants passing by on the way to the Eastern Han Kingdom." Gulando stood up and bowed.

"Amitabha! In the past few days, the Buddha's aura has been whirling, and I still think that you are the messengers sent by the Bodhisattva to the world, and you are guilty of sin! Hehe! ”

The monk smiled in understanding, then turned and waved at the crowd in front of him, and then people got up and gathered around us.