Sure enough, even if it was four to one, this Yipintang master could still easily deal with the combined swords of the four people, and the steel shovel in his hand was extremely black, and every time it matched the player's weapon, it would sound a tremor and low sound.

In just a few turns, two players were killed by a headshot with a shovel, leaving weapons and items on the ground.

"Hmph, a few clowns who jump off the beam dare to come to Grandpa's trouble! Let's go home and have some milk! ”

The master of Yipintang sneered unceremoniously, and the other two players didn't dare to step forward when they saw this, so they picked up their teammates' equipment and materials and retreated.

"Actually, freelancers are also very good, fighting the sword world, happy revenge. When you are tired of fighting and killing, you can return to the countryside to farm, or travel to the great rivers and mountains. Then find a profession, a cook, a doctor, a businessman or even a teacher. If you have a specialty, you can even create inventions......" Qin Fan thought in his heart.

"Little two! Two bowls of mutton noodles, a plate of salt-and-pepper lamb chops! ”

This is a classic and authentic delicacy in Ningxia, with strong handmade noodles and carefully boiled lamb bone soup, and stir-fried noodles with secret sauces, the taste is very refreshing.

After the lamb chops are cooked, take them out of the oil pan and fry them until golden brown on both sides, then filter the oil and sprinkle the fried cumin pepper and salt, which is also a great taste.

After lunch, Qin Fan and Ji Bing walked around the city, and by the way, they took a look at the dazzling and colorful buildings and scenery of the Xixia Palace. The guards at the gate of the palace are all ninth-order Praetorian Guards, this is the strength of the capital of one dynasty, compared with the power of the system, Qin Fan feels that he is closed.

The next day, Qin Fan rented two Dawan horses at a high price of ten gold, and went straight to Xiliang and Xuanhua to the west. At this time, it has been out of the Yellow River basin and reached the foot of the Great Wall of Qin and Han Dynasties.

The Great Wall in Western Xia can actually be traced back to the Warring States Period, at that time, in order to resist the invasion of the Xiongnu, it has begun to build the Great Wall along the middle reaches of the Yellow River, Helan Mountain, and then maintained and renovated by the Qin and Han dynasties many times, and has now become a powerful barrier for Western Xia to resist Tubo and the Southern Song Dynasty of the Jin Dynasty.

It's just that there is little wood and stone in the territory of Western Xia, sandstorms are frequent, and a considerable part of the land is relatively barren, so the Great Wall is mostly built of earth. The Great Wall of such a structure needs to be repaired continuously, and now the state of Western Xia is declining, and there is no more human and financial resources to ensure it.

Qin Fan walked slowly along the foot of these more than five meters high earthen Great Wall, and he couldn't imagine that the dream of tourism that could not be realized in reality was realized in the game.

A large part of these Great Walls was no longer garrisoned by Western Xia troops, on the one hand, the material supplies could not keep up, and on the other hand, the defense was of little significance, and most of their troops retreated to Xiliang Mansion and several nearby state capitals.

Across Xiliang, the terrain was obviously raised, and Qin Fan Jibing entered the desert, this road was rugged, the wind and sand were raging, and there was no reference.

"Childe! This place is unusually barren, and subordinates recommend starting early in the morning, resting at noon, and then leaving again in the evening, so as to reduce consumption. ”

Qin Fan nodded, it was also the first time he had walked on this kind of landscape, and he had no experience at all.

At noon that day, the two of them hid in the shade under a cliff to rest, and Qin Fan opened the package given by Mu Qingyao, which contained more than a dozen naan cakes.

"Come, Ji Bing, the whole one!"

Naan was the most common dry food of this period, and it was loved by long-distance travelers because of its long dry and long storage time.

Qin Fan picked up the basin-sized naan and took a bite, it was quite flexible, but it was indeed very fragrant. I picked up the water bag next to me and poured it, opened the map and looked at it.

Passing through this eighty-mile wasteland into the boundary of Suzhou, Haiyuan County is close to the Tianshan Mountains in Xinjiang, listening to Fan Yixian said that there are abundant water and grass, beautiful scenery, and beautiful mountains and forests.

There are indeed a lot of poisons in the desert, but many of them can be used in medicine, which is also a paradise for healers.

It took nine full days for Qin Fan and Ji Bing to finally arrive at Haiyuan County, a small border town with a population of only three or two thousand, and Qin Fan found a teenager in the tavern as a guide. Several people went straight to Nanhua Mountain.

"Nanhua Mountain is relatively gentle, there is a Lingguang Temple on the mountain, there are a few monks in the temple, I don't know if there is anyone you are looking for?" The young man led the road to Qin Fan and told Qin Fan about the humanities and landforms of Nanhua Mountain.

"Reikoji Temple ......"

A Taoist immortal mountain has a temple, which is quite surprising to Qin Fan.

At the foot of Nanhua Mountain is a verdant grassland, the morning fog has just dissipated, revealing the coniferous forest landform at the foot of the mountain, and a winding path stretches along the ridge to Nanhua Mountain, which is more than 2,000 meters high.

"The empty valley is full of orchids, birds and flowers...... Sure enough, it is the legendary place where Zhuangzi lives in seclusion, and this trip is not in vain......"

Qin Fan stepped on the forest path and slowly went up the mountain.

A small temple stands halfway up the mountain, a main hall, and two wings are all about the temple.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Qin Fan stood at the gate of the temple, the bell on the zen floor in the temple was ringed, and for a while, the whole valley reverberated with a beautiful sound up and down the mountain.

Squeak ......

The mountain gate opened, and an old white-eyed monk with a cane beckoned to the three of them: "Amitabha, what is the so-called matter of the three donors coming to the Han Temple?" ”

In fact, Qin Fan didn't know if this Zhuang Zhou descendant was on the mountain, and he didn't tell him any characteristics, he just came to try his luck.

"Master, I came here to visit the scenery of Nanhua Mountain, and when I saw your temple, I wanted to come in to worship, I don't know if it is convenient for the master?"

"Amitabha, Nanhua Mountain has always been rarely visited, several people come from afar are distinguished guests, please ...... inside"

The old monk brought Qin Fan and Ji Bing into the courtyard of the temple, although the courtyard was small, but quite tidy, a young monk was pouring leaves and branches into the basket.

In the center of the courtyard, there is a copper incense burner two meters high and one meter in diameter. However, the incense burner did not burn incense and light cigarettes, and it looked very deserted.

"Master, why doesn't this incense burner burn?" Qin Fan asked curiously.

The old monk looked back at the incense burner and said with a smile: "Let the donor see and smile, our Lingguang Temple is far away from the mountain, and there are few people who usually come, and we usually go down the mountain to get some rice, grain, money, and silk to buy some sesame oil, but it is far from enough to be lit every day." Therefore, the Bodhisattva can only be worshiped with penance chanting instead of incense. ”

"The masters are really rare monks, in the next ten thousand admiration, I am willing to give fifty taels of gold to your temple, hoping that the Lingguang Temple Buddhism will shine and purify ......all sentient beings."

Although I don't know if it's the monks' routine or if it's really true, Qin Fan also feels that it is necessary to send the fifty gold, so that the monks will know everything if they ask some questions later.

"Amitabha, good, good...... The donor has such a Buddha heart, it is really a good person, but fifty gold is too valuable, but the poor monk does not dare to accept it, and he is willing to take half a gold in the temple. ”