When I opened my eyes, the yellow sand was much smaller, but the sky was still filled with gravel, like a drizzle that had just begun in the spring.

I felt my body in a soft place, struggled to get up, found that the bottom of my body was full of yellow sand, and after walking two steps, I saw the stream wind and the demon not far away, they had not woken up yet, but the demon seemed to be injured. I looked around, there was sand everywhere, could this be the country of Musha? I woke up the stream breeze and examined the demon's body, its left ankle seemed to have been cut by something, and the silver liquid kept gushing out. The demon gasped, probably in pain.

I used psychic magic to temporarily stop the demon's pain, but it looked like it needed healing. Therefore, I guarded the demon, Xifeng went to check the environment, ask for help, and after a while, Xifeng came with an old man from the yellow sand, the old man was half-covered, only revealing a pair of old eyes and a rickety body, except for the first time, there was no mention of age. He looked down at the demon's feet, said nothing, and left. After a while, a small bottle was fought, which looked like the pottery we had seen in the mortal world, and something sticky was poured out of it and rubbed it on the demon's ankle, and the demon struggled, presumably not to be touched by strangers, but soon it was quiet, and lay down obediently, allowing it to watch and touch its ankle.

When the old man had done this, he looked at me and invited us to his house.

Soon we came to a low house, which looked so thick from the outside. There is still fine sand flowing in the corners.

"Excuse me? Is this the country of Musha? "When I entered the back room, I respectfully bowed to him as a token of my gratitude for curing the demon.

From the mouth of the old man, I learned that the whirlpool that inhaled us was an annual vision of the Musha country, and every time at this time, the yellow sand spring of Musha would surge, generating a huge force and inhaling the material from the outside world, and he was the guardian of the yellow sand spring of Musha - Shami.

I asked Shami about the dream, and he told me that I should have a good rest first, because the country of Musha is very large, and the people or animals that are inhaled by the Musha Yellow Spring are generally sent to the Musha Yellow Palace as sacrifices by the people of Musha. Fortunately, it was him who we met. Otherwise, it will be sacrificed.

I couldn't wait for a moment, I was going to look for a dream, she would be afraid if I wasn't by her side, so I ignored the old man's dissuasion, pulled out and walked outside, before I left the door, the old man's voice sounded in a low voice: "It's useless if you go, even if you find your dream, she doesn't belong to you!" ”。

"What!"

"If they were picked up by the shepherds, they would be willing to sacrifice to the king, whatever it was! Even if you go to grab it, you can't get it back! ”

Hearing this, I sobered up and asked him, "Where is the palace of the Shepsar?" When will it be dedicated to the king? ”

"What are you going to do?" Novice stared at me, his eyes full of doubt.

"My sister is the wife of Prince Musha Yuanshui." I said this calmly, waiting for the novice's answer.

"I see! That's easy to do. Fifteen days later is the day of the offerings, and those who pick up the offerings will parade through the sands to show off their luck. When the time comes, you can find your dreams. ”

Dream, be sure to wait for me! With a glimmer of hope from the novice's mouth, my heart finally calmed down a little.

In this way, Xifeng and I temporarily stayed in his house under the care of the novice.

At night, I couldn't sleep, what kind of country is this, the yellow sand all the year round, no one can see on the street, and there are many strange rules, I really don't know how my father decided to send Shu alone here. Is all of this because of their own interests? If you strayed into Huangsha Spring, you will be sacrificed and contributed, you control the royal power system, but everything is controlled by the system, so what is the meaning of the existence of these people, what is the meaning of love and freedom!

I looked at the moon of Musha alone, remembering all the things that came out of the Liuli Palace, what am I for? What am I looking for?

Fifteen days is a long wait.

During this time, the novice briefly told me about the etiquette and customs of Musha. While I was thinking about my dreams, I was looking forward to seeing Shu soon.

Finally, when the day came to offer the sacrifices, I got up early, put on the clothes of the Musha commoner that the novice had prepared for me, and followed him and Xifeng out into the street.

In the streets of Musha, there are no hawkers like in the mortal world, and the novice told me that the sacrificial procession is a very important day, and the people of Musha will march with the sacrificial offerings for three days, and then the whole people of Musha will gather here to watch the offerings. Sure enough, after a while, people gradually gathered on the side of the street, all of them covering their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes. I anxiously searched the crowd for my dream, but nothing came of it.

The novice said that the sacrifice would be brought over later, so I should be patient, but the sacrifice should not be allowed to be present during the procession, otherwise the sacrifice will be considered a great culprit and killed. A millennium ago. There was such an incident. I hated Masha's cruelty, but for the safety of the dream, I had to follow Masha's rules, so I and Xifeng were like novices, covering our heads and showing only our eyes, and we huddled in the crowd, waiting for the sacrifice to come.

After a while, a man wearing a musha robe and covering his head walked slowly with a sheep cart, from his dress, he was just a civilian, and when he got closer, the shepherds on both sides cheered, as if congratulating him on picking up the sacrifice, I noticed that the sheep cart behind him seemed to be lying on a person, but the bag was tight, and I couldn't tell if it was a dream. Until he walked past us, I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. Just when I was so anxious and didn't know what to do, a little boy ran over and cried with the man: "Sister, that's my sister, don't take my sister ......!" ”

Everyone laughed, and a woman quickly came out of the crowd and carried the boy away, until I passed through the crowd, and I could still hear the little boy still crying for his sister.

Why did he chase the sacrifice and shout Sister? I told the brook wind about my doubts, and the brook breeze came to my ear, and after a while it was gone. After the procession, I followed him home.

Shami comforted me and said that there would be more people in the march tomorrow and that there would be a better chance of finding the dream, so he turned around and left. I saluted and thanked him.

It was not until the evening that the brook returned, his black wings covered with gravel, and he told me happily that there was news of a dream. I instantly felt a glimmer of joy. It turned out that the dream was picked up by the little boy's father, and the sheep cart in today's parade was carrying the dream, and the little boy was too young to understand the rules of Musha, so he chased the sheep cart and called Sister.

I didn't go to the sacrificial procession the next day, I told him that he was a little uncomfortable and asked Xifeng to follow him, and I quietly went to find the little boy.

Sure enough, there were more people on the street than yesterday, and I looked around for the little boy with my face covered, and after a while, I saw the woman from yesterday, holding the little boy, and some food in her hand, probably to coax him.

I stepped forward, conjured up a few pieces of candy with spiritual magic, and gave them to the little boy. Seeing that the boy stopped crying, the boy's mother was busy watching the procession, and put the child aside, an offering not only made the country of Musha cheer, but also brought honor to a family, this is the folk customs of Musha, I looked at the woman, and then at the boy standing on the ground, the small body was all attracted by the sugar in his hand.

I leaned down and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, brother, I still want candy, I want to give it to my sister." A little short blonde hair peeked out of the scarf wrapped around his head, and the boy looked extraordinarily handsome, and there were a few teardrops on his yellowish cheeks, which I lovingly wiped away for him and asked him, "Can you tell me where your sister is?" ”

"Sister is in Daddy's car, and Guo'er wants to see Sister A's eyes, like stars." The immature little hands tugged at the corners of my clothes, I touched his face, and asked him, "Does Guo'er like Sister?" ”

"I like it so much, my sister can dance!" The little guy laughed instantly, the previous frustration had disappeared from his face, and it seemed to bring a little pride, I smiled softly and told him that I would bring Sister Ah back.

"Really?"

"Really."

"My brother is so good, and Guo'er likes it too." After saying that, the little guy put his arm around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, and jumped up to find my mother, probably happily telling him that my mother went. A child is a child after all, and he didn't even tell me where he lived.

I looked at the back of Guo'er as she left, and remembered when I was a child, when my father would do the same, coaxing me to ...... with spiritual magic.

When I got back to my home, I asked me where I had gone, and I said I was not used to it, so I went out for a walk. I didn't mean to hide it from the novice, but I had to be a little wary of the life and death of the dream.

"Tomorrow the last day, you have a good rest." After preparing dinner for me, he left.

Tomorrow will be the third day. I stood outside the house, looking at the moon in the pasture, and the yellowish moonlight stretched my figure very long.

"Xiu, are you worried about your dreams?" The stream wind appeared behind me and put on a cloak for me.

"Well," I replied, and it would never take too many words between me and Xifeng to understand each other's thoughts. He was wise, forgiving, and loyal to me, and even when he saw his mortal "father", Xifeng only saluted respectfully, and did not want to leave me. Along the way, stumbling and stumbling, he saw me as a believe, thinking about what I thought and what I could reach. I really don't know how to thank him.

"Tomorrow is the last day, according to Shami, the palace gate of King Musha's palace will be opened, the guards will be relaxed, and we can follow the dream in." Xifeng's eyes flickered in the moonlight, this is our plan, today we contacted the little boy, we can be sure that the dream is the sacrifice, the palace of Musha, on the day when the sacrifice enters the palace, the guard will be relaxed, so, we still have a chance.

"Hmm." I patted Xifeng on the shoulder and told him to go and rest first, and I was left outside alone.

Tomorrow I will not only save the dream, but also find the pivot, I don't know how she is doing in the palace, I don't know if I will be very happy if I come to Musha Country to look for her, or, she will blame me for leaving the Liuli Palace, leaving my father and mother. I thought about it deeply, she would be sad to know that Xuan was dead. Because of the relationship between the interests of the Yin clan and the Musha Kingdom, when Shu left the Liuli Palace, Xuan didn't come to see her off, I clearly remember that Shu was in my ear and told me to take care of Xuan's .......

Dream, Xuan, tomorrow we will meet again. Sorrow and joy lingered in my heart, gradually merging with the yellowish moonlight .......