The sunset spits red, the yellow sand dances in the sky, the birds return to their nests, and the wind blows the sand like snow.

Dead wells, struggling trees, dusty roads, muddy tears and stained faces.

On the summer solstice, the wind is southward, and the days are the longest.

The waning round sun is exposing the river that has dried up for a hundred years,

Cracked ground, broken cliffs.

Towering loess hills, withered grass.

He sat on the highest sand dunes in the desert.

His long hair covered his face, and his short red coat was exposed, revealing his muscles as solid as black iron.

A spear with a sharp blade buried in the sand, a horse lying in the sand hungry and tired, and a flock of crows hovering behind him like a black cloud.

This is the graveyard of the desert and the nest of man-eating crows.

The yin wind swept across the sand, the white bones were forested, as if sighing for the past, the grievances were difficult to complain, the yin wind hit the sand again, the corpses were covered up, and it seemed to be sad and parting, especially unwilling.

The black pressure is overwhelming, and the noise is uneasy.

Hungry crows are ready to move.

It was only because he carried the half-rotting corpse behind him, and the stench of blood aroused the crow's instinctive impulse.

But not a single crow dared to approach the carrion, nor did any crow dare to approach the tired and fallen horse.

The blooming blood, the bulging scars, the dense new wounds and old marks.

Boundless murderous aura emanated from him.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek came from the dusky sky.

The white falcon, like thunder, like lightning, dispersed the crows,

fell on his shoulders.

He opened the gourd, took a sip, and poured the rest of the wine on the sand and fed it to the White Eagle.

The silver spear broke through the earth, clenched in his hand, and he stood up, tall and mighty, like a god descending from heaven.

"Soon you'll be in the ground."

Looking down from the hill, it is an east-west loess official road, as far as the eye can see, as far as the road ends, there is only a dim yellow color of the world.

He stared at the official path below the hill, his breathing began to become rapid, and his muscles were sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed.

He had been waiting here for a day and a night.

On the day he rushed out of the Cloud King's Palace with his brother's corpse on his back, he killed seventy people.

Seventy, a pretty definite number.

These seventy were his men and his friends.

He clearly remembered everyone's expressions before they died.

There is fear, anger, fear, helplessness and unwillingness.

Even though someone knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, he still didn't leave a single mouth alive.

"Ash, take me home!"

"Brother, do we still have a home?"

"Yes!"

From south to north, 1,500 miles across the continent, thirteen male passes, a fierce horse, a silver spear, and a carrion corpse.

He was a guest who lived in the south and a prodigal son who returned to the north.

The cold-faced killing gods, the hot blood and tears, countless scars, and endless vicissitudes of life, killing the sky and the earth, killing the sun and the moon without light.

When the horse came here, he could no longer walk, and the last pot of wine remained, and the White Eagle brought a message from the old man of the East, so he decided to wait here.

Wait for the one who can put my brother in the ground.

This is the most common caravan in the desert, with dozens of camels, dozens of dusty merchants, and loaded blankets with goods.

The camel bell rang out, and a shallow mark appeared in the yellow sand.

Youth, a slender young man in purple clothes.

The fair-skinned face is hard and heroic.

A pair of starry eyes, two sword eyebrows.

There is a deep red mark between the eyebrows, like the red moon fading at dawn.

The straight body swayed on the hump, the loneliness written by the wind and sand, the fatigue left by the long journey, and the anxiety between the eyebrows was like a heat wave on the desert in the middle of summer.

The yellow sand gradually obscured the footprints behind him.

Young people are unknowable, in addition to the present, there is also the future.

Where did it come from? Where will it go?

He frowned, looking into the distance, only confused.

"The ghost door is closed in front of you!" A middle-aged businessman with a beard urged the camel and came to the side of the young man in purple and said loudly.

"Ghost Gate?" The young man in purple had doubts on his face.

"There are mounds on both sides of the official road in front, the wind and sand are blind, and there are often horse bandits at night, killing people and goods, so it is called the ghost gate." The bearded merchant said, pointing ahead.

The young man in purple looked up at the sky, and the sun had begun to sink in the west.

"Don't worry! Since we have taken your money, we will guarantee your safety and send you safely to the Sanctuary. The bearded merchant said with some smugness.

The young man in purple bowed slightly, and his reluctant smile was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"Boss Luo! There's a sandstorm ahead! ”

When the bearded merchant heard this, he looked in the direction of the Ghost Gate, and sure enough, the rolling sand and dust were coming towards him.

The mass of sand and dust was moving extremely fast, and it was vaguely less than two miles.

"It's a horse bandit!" Boss Luo pulled out his saber, "Brothers, it's a horse bandit!" ”

When the merchants heard this, they took out their weapons one after another and waited for them.

The purple-clothed young man looked at it, and sure enough, in the dust was a team of swordsmen who were attacking quickly.

When the sky was about to dark, the horses galloped, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

The scimitar is like a silver moon, and the cold light is shining.

The horse bandits were getting closer and closer, and the roar was already in the wind. The strong man at the head was dressed in a short tiger skin coat and rode a red horse, taking the lead.

The two sides met, and in an instant when the silver light flashed, three or four merchants had already landed on the ground, and then the sound of soldiers began, and there was a chaotic battle.

There were about 100 people in this group of horse bandits, all of them were sturdy, brave and good at fighting, and the merchants were invincible, and more than a dozen people had fallen.

Boss Luo sat on a camel and was stabbed twice in the left shoulder.

He wielded his saber with difficulty to resist the attack of the horse bandits, and retreated step by step, guarding in front of the purple-clothed youth.

The young man in purple was unarmed and looked extremely weak.

In the face of the murderous horse bandits, although his face did not change, he was already like a fish under a knife, and he could only look up at the moon and sigh helplessly.

The scimitar rose, and Lord Luo's head fell to the ground.

The scimitar rose again, and the young man in purple was unstoppable, inescapable, and unavoidable.

At the last moment, a silver dragon roared above the dunes.

Under the moon, a silver spear caught the waves of wild sand, and the wind came at a gallop, instantly piercing the throat of the horse bandit who was wielding a scimitar towards the purple-clothed youth.

Before the gun could be exhausted, it pierced the chests of the two horse bandits one after another.

A red figure, like flying fire, like a meteor, tapped the tail of the silver spear with both feet, the fish jumped up, the double knives at the waist were pulled out, and the heads of two horse bandits fell to the ground.

The silver spear was deeply inserted into the yellow sand with boiling blood, and the man in red grabbed it in the void, and the silver spear broke through the sand and stood in the air.

On a moonlit night, the torches are reflected in the sky.

The silver spear and red shadow shuttled among the horse bandits like a ghost, and the cold light was everywhere, and blood was splashed in the sky.

In an instant, most of the horse bandits had fallen.

The purple-clothed youth's gaze couldn't keep up with the bloody shadow of the night killing.

This gun, this pair of knives, this body, this naked clothes.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it for a while.

"Got a ghost! Run away, everyone! Before the leader of the horse bandits could finish speaking, the red figure had already landed behind his horse, the sharp blade cutting through his throat, and in an instant, the rustling sound was the sound of blood gushing.

A horse bandit with a torch saw that the red figure was carrying a skeleton behind it, and he fell from his horse to the ground in fright.

"It's a ghost, it's really a ghost!"

The silver spear struck and pierced his skull through the left ear.

The horse bandits began to flee in all directions, but no one could escape the soul-hooking silver spear, and the red shadow was killed.

The remaining dozen or so horse bandits saw that they could not flee for their lives, rolled off their horses, and fell to their knees one after another.

"Hero, spare your life! Hero, spare your life! ”

The red figure stopped, and the silver spear was quietly inserted into the yellow sand.

The man in red looked up at the purple-clothed young man riding on a camel, silently lowered his head and pulled out the short blade on his waist, rushed forward with an arrow, and with a knife, more than ten horse bandits kneeling on the ground brushed their heads and fell to the ground.

The camel barked hoarsely to the sky.

Under the moon, the desert was full of corpses, all the merchants were dead, the horse bandits were all dead, and only the young man in purple and the man in red were left.

The man in red dropped the short blade in his hand and fell to his knees in front of the young man in purple.

The young man in purple turned over and got off the camel and held the man in red, his eyes staring, trying to see the face of the man in red by the moonlight.

"You are?"

The man in red did not answer, his body trembling slightly.

The purple-clothed young man stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said excitedly and loudly, "Shan Ash? You're an ember! Are Master Shan Rong and you all right? ”

Shan Ember was already choked up and couldn't speak, and nodded vigorously.

The emotions that have been suppressed for 1,500 miles, the pain of losing a loved one buried in my heart, finally vented at this moment.

"This is Master Shan Rong's Silver Dragon Spear! The silver dragon went out of the sea and shook Kyushu with a shot. The fire phoenix burns the blue sky, and the double swords shine in the past and the present. I didn't expect to be able to say goodbye to Ember in my lifetime. The purple-clothed young man touched the silver spear in the yellow sand, and his pale face showed a faint joy in the moonlight.

"Childe, can I still be called Shan Ash?"

"Of course you can!" The purple-clothed young man said with a smile.

"Brother! Did you hear that? I'm still Shan Ash, you're still Shan Rong! Finally, finally home! ”

This sound, hoarse.

After Shan Ember finished speaking, he untied the rotting corpse behind him, put it in front of his eyes, buried his head deep in the blood and sand, and wept bitterly.

Through the moonlight and torches all over the ground, the purple-clothed young man was shocked when he saw the rotting corpse in front of Shan Yan: "Ash, where is Master Shan Rong?" ”

"Brother, when you see Childe, you can finally settle down."

The purple-clothed young man gently stroked the skeleton on the head of the carrion, and said in disappointment: "Master Shan Rong, I can't imagine that after eight years of separation, you and I will be separated forever by the time we say goodbye." ”

In the fire under the moon, Shan Rong's body was burning violently.

Shan Ember knelt on the ground, and the purple-clothed young man folded his hands, chanting Buddhist scriptures silently, and transcending the dead.

"Childe. My brother and I knew everything from the original teacher's letterhead......" Shan Shen was interrupted by the purple-clothed young man in the middle of his sentence.

"Don't mention the past. What do you plan to do in the future? ”

"Our two brothers are not traitors!"

"I know."

"My brother wants to return to Childe before he dies. I want to spend my life washing away the stigma of my brother's wrongdoing, so Childe let me follow you. ”

"I'm no longer a son, I have a long way to go, you have all the skills, why should you be wronged with me." The young man in purple looked at the firelight with empty eyes.

"Where you want to be, you practice what you want to do." Shan Ember said firmly word by word.

"The boat of turbid waves, involuntarily, remnants in the rain, life and death with the wind. Ember, if I wasn't the Master, you could have left on your own. ”

"I have never understood my brother's foolishness, and I have trapped him for half of his life in injustice. It wasn't until my brother died that I realized that this foolishness was great wisdom and great virtue. Childe, a single ember can shine on the liver and gallbladder. ”

"Scholars can stoop and not be ambitious. Ember, since your heart has been decided, we will be both master and servant and brother in the future. It's just you and me...... I have gone under a pseudonym. ”

"Chonggongzi, in the future, I will be called Kurong."

"The years of dry glory are not embers, and there is always a rebirth in Chongsheng. Good! ”

"Young Master Chong, what should we do next?"

"Keep heading west! Holy Pilgrimage Domain. After Chongsheng finished speaking, his eyes lit up with the light of hope.

"Sanctuary?"

The fire is about to be extinguished, but the moon is brighter.