Another layer of dust.

The sand moved with the wind, showing a circle of tangible ripples, which were pushed like ripples, and then rolled up high.

The yellow sand was removed, and the buried things under it slowly revealed the tip of the iceberg, the craggy rocks, between the mountains and rocks, and the wild grasses that struggled to survive, and the yellowed grass stalks hid in the cracks of the stones, swaying with the wind, shivering.

There was also a hand, a hand holding a sword, and a bell tied to his wrist, as if he had broken free from the shackles and saw the light of day.

A man, with his back on his back, closed his mouth and eyes, most of his body covered with yellow sand, just at the terrible sound of the bell, he seemed to wake up from suffocation, trembled, and as if he had a terrible nightmare, his eyes suddenly opened, there was no blood, his lips covered with dust and sand were also opened, and in his throat, a long moan came out, as if he had been choked by the throat, choked his neck, and greedily inhaled the air.

"Uh-"

But it was quickly interrupted.

The moment he regained consciousness, there was a heart-rending pain all over his body, his bones seemed to be scattered, and his five organs seemed to be displaced, and then he struggled to sit up, knelt on the ground, coughed frantically, choked on the sand, coughed so much that he almost vomited liver and lungs, and blood, and a mouthful of blood with the sand that was swallowed in, and he spit it out.

The liver and intestines of the vomit were broken, the tears flowed, and finally even the bile was vomited.

He fell down again, to be precise, he lay down, the wind was much lighter, the sky and the earth were high, cloudless, looking at the blue sky, Su Qing was lying on the hot sea of sand, and suddenly laughed, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were dried in an instant.

He laughed maniacally.

"Haha...... Haha......"

The laughter changed from light to heavy, from small to loud, and the goshawk who laughed loudly also let out a sharp roar in panic, and then swooped into the distance as if fleeing.

In the end, he was the one who survived.

He almost thought he was going to fall here, that was really a formidable opponent, it was an enemy he had never met in his life, if it weren't for it, Su Qing blinked, and suddenly smiled very happily.

Forget it, it's him who wins, it's enough.

Thoughts swept through my mind.

He staggered to his feet.

Looking around, everything yesterday is now gone, the long yellow sand, except for him, everything else has been covered, it seems that not only people, it turns out that this desert also likes to forget, forget everything from the previous moment, and cover up the dirtiness of the past.

Drops of blood were also ruined.

Su Qing rubbed his eyes, slowed his breath, lifted his strength, and walked towards the west with his sword.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, and when he dragged his weak and seriously injured body to the charred "Dragon Gate Inn", there was no Dongchang Fanzi, no carriage, and no one there.

There is a horse, the horse he let go of that night, now he actually came back by himself, quietly drinking the water in the sink in the backyard, seeing Su Qing coming back with a gray face, he snorted, turned around and walked into the circle, and pulled a lump of horse manure by the way.

"You're good, you're heartless!"

Su Qing scolded with a smile, he walked to the well, brought out a bucket of yellowed and turbid water from it, poured it on the spot, poured several buckets in a row, and then raised his sword and walked towards the inn.

The mud walls are all scorched black, collapsed, cracked, cracked, fallen, he walked to a messy and dilapidated room, found a bed from the charred ash, under the bed board, is a hole, this is the secret passage of the Longmen Inn, the three holes of the cunning rabbit, in this ghost gate to catch food, the gold inlaid jade naturally left a back hand, or he and the sunspot two dug.

There is a cave in the secret passage, which is not large, but it is not small, and there is a lot of food, water and medicine stored in case of emergency.

His gaze stayed on a suona for a moment, Su Qing slapped open the mud seal of a jar of wine, and poured it down on the wound, and the hot stinging pain came from all over the body, this battle committee was really too tragic, the knife body on the body was not thirty but also ten or twenty, and there were blood marks left by arrows, as well as Cao Shaoqing's sword wounds, palm wounds, and holes in his shoulders that were pierced, and the opening of his abdomen.

In the firelight, it seemed that nothing was intact.

While cleaning the wound, he took the gold sore medicine, smeared the ashes, adjusted his breath, and recovered his strength, not daring to delay for a moment. When the pranayama is finished, everything is taken care of, and it comes out again, and the sun is sinking in the west, and the red sun is like fire.

Su Qing changed his clothes, took out the horse, took a few bags of water, and went out again.

He first headed north.

Along the way, the desert Gobi, all barren land, barren and barren, one breath out of most of the hour, only to finally slow down the speed, I saw a lot of corpses half-buried in the yellow sand, the arrows were upside down, it seems that not long ago experienced a fierce fight, most of the dead are people from Dongchang, the wound is a sword wound, a sword kills, specializing in the death hole.

Among them, there were two bald men, who died with more than a dozen arrows in their bodies, and their faces were full of arrows, which were two of Zhou Huai'an and his party.

Then Su Qing walked south again.

This time it was not as good luck as before, and he walked for more than an hour without finding anything, and finally turned to the west, just when it was about to get dark, Su Qing stopped again, and there was a corpse. And he saw a raised stone, leaning on the corpse that had long been cold, and he was also covered with arrows, not only arrows, but also knife wounds, and his right arm was broken at the elbow, and his left eye was blind, and his flesh and blood were gray and gray.

This is, Kuroko.

There are also many people from Dongchang around, and their bodies are full of willow leaf darts.

Su Qing took a deep breath, drove the horse past him, and chased straight west.

Along the way, his eyes changed, almost never stopped, and there were corpses turned out by him along the way, but fortunately, they were all killed by the willow leaf darts, until the night wind rose, Su Qing had no choice but to retreat, and when he went back, he also fished back the sunspot.

After a night in the secret passage of the inn, Su Qing went west again the next day, from the beginning of the morning sun to the twilight, this time, in one night's time, even the previous corpses were gone, leaving a lot of sparse bones and slags, it is estimated that it filled the stomachs of those beasts, walked back and forth three or four times, and Su Qing finally went back.

This place is really ruthless and unjust, and there are not even bones left of people who die.

Burying the sunspot, Su Qing sighed, picked up half of the wine flag in the charred ash, wiped it with his hand, looked at the inn that was burned, and led the horse in.

Maybe it's January, or maybe it's March.

A high-pitched suona sounded in the depths of the desert, piercing through the clouds, and there seemed to be a faint sound of music, and the gorgeous voice swirled around the desert like satin.

……

In the sky, a golden fireball hangs.

The desert is wild and sandy, desolate and lonely.

I don't know when.

In the whistling wind, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, which shattered the loneliness between heaven and earth, and brought up billowing dust and smoke, from far to near.

It was a group of Jianghu people, with swords on their backs, all sweating profusely, coming on horseback, looking at the lonely inn in the desert, their eyes showing joy.

Half of the wine flag fluttered and hunted agitated, and the young man in cloth sat on the stairs dozing, the silver bell on his wrist jingled in the wind, and a suona was placed beside him.

"Sleeping in the middle of the day, not doing business? Go, good wine and good meat are served! ”

A lump of silver rolled to his feet.

The young man opened his eyes, raised his face, picked up the silver, looked at a few men who were looking at him in a daze, pursed his lips and smiled, only laughing thrillingly, and turned around to clean up.

After a while, a laugh sounded in the dust.

"Guest, the wine is here!"

Scattered with the wind.