The Calendar of the King of People.

Two thousand three hundred and fifty-one years.

Feng Qingyan stepped on the remnant spring to the west, hurriedly crossed the north, and came to the Loess Plateau.

The topography of the Loess Plateau, high in the northwest and low in the southeast, descends in a wave-like form from the northwest to the southeast, and gradually forms a special scene of thousands of ravines and broken terrain after long-term strong erosion by flowing water.

"Sir, this is the Loess Plateau?

Jiu Ge was amazed.

Feng Qingyan lifted the curtain, looked at it for a while, and said with a smile: "The Loess Plateau has a vast area, deep soil layer, and complex landforms, but soil erosion is quite serious, which is rare in the world. Moreover, in the winter and spring seasons when the northwest wind prevails, the wind will rise suddenly, flying sand and rocks, and the dust will cover the sun......"

As soon as Feng Qingyan finished speaking, he saw a strong wind on the Loess Plateau.

All of a sudden, the world was cloudy.

"Sir, this wind really came as it was said, and it carried yellow sand and dirt. Seeing this, Jiu Ge immediately used the power of the mountain god to open up a windless road from the yellow and misty wind.

This is the reason why the Loess Plateau is vast and sparsely populated. ”

Feng Qingyan sighed.

However, they did not stop and continued to the northwest.

Jiu Ge sat on the wheel, marveling at the Loess Plateau all the way, as if for the first time he had discovered that the sky was so far away and the mountains were so high......

The scene of thousands of ravines on the Loess Plateau is indeed very spectacular.

Feng Qingyan was also amazed in his heart.

However, for the people born on the Loess Plateau, it is a very harsh living environment.

"Sir, are you going to Reversi City?"

Jiu Ge asked curiously.

Although he knew that his husband was going to the West, he did not know where he was going.

"It's not. ”

Feng Qingyan's gaze fell on the black pottery flower pot, and the flower on the other side still pointed to the west, but he did not go west in a straight line, but turned to the northwest. He was now basically sure that the two taboos were born in Kudatian......

Tianbi Mountain is as high as 10,000 feet, and birds cannot fly over.

But for the great Confucian or the great sage, this height can be easily crossed.

And Tianbi Mountain cannot be crossed, not because it is as high as the Tianbi Mountain, but because there is a boundary wall barrier on Tianbi Mountain.

Even the great sages can't cross it.

This so-called boundary wall barrier is actually a barrier formed by the laws of Kutuo Heaven and Zhou Tian are not integrated, resulting in violent law fluctuations.

Feng Qingyan didn't try, and he didn't think he was the son of heaven.

If the great sage cannot be crossed, he can cross.

He had to make a detour to the northwest.

Although there is an indescribable boundary barrier in the eternal darkness at the northwest end, it is not as strong and stable as the boundary barrier of Tianbi Mountain, and it is impassable.

If you're lucky.

There is still a great chance to find a weak boundary barrier.

Although Feng Qingyan didn't think that he was the son of Heavenly Fortune, he felt that his luck was still good enough, and he had a great chance of finding a weak boundary barrier.

As for the eternal night at the end of the northwest, the extreme freezing cold, it was nothing to him. In fact, for literati at the level of literary ministers, it is not impossible to afford it, but the time cannot be too long.

With him, he can naturally protect Jiu Ge and Qing Mang, and he doesn't have to worry too much.

In the blink of an eye.

More than ten days have passed.

The oxcart finally walked out of the boundary of the Loess Plateau and entered the boundary of the Western Regions, which was beyond the reach of the Zhou Dynasty.

In the past, the territory of the Western Regions was also under the rule of the Shang world and the first generation of the Zhou kings, but with the disappearance of the first generation of kings, the princes of the Zhou world fought each other and were unable to take care of the Western Regions......

In time.

The various tribes in the Western Regions were unable to take care of each other, and finally became thirty-six kingdoms, large or small.

Such as Xiaowan country, West Night country, Gumo country, Cheshi country, etc.

The thirty-six countries of the Western Regions, whether they are big or small, are all small countries for Zhou Tianxia.

In a large country, the population is only a few hundred thousand, and the number of soldiers is only tens of thousands.

The population of a small country is tens of thousands, and the number of soldiers is less than 1,000.

No worries.

In fact, the most important thing is that the princes of Zhou Tianxia don't look down on the Western Regions at all, so what are they doing when they are defeated?

Population?

The land is fertile?

Or is it rich in treasures?

The western region is extremely cold and hot, the snow is thick and the ice is firm, and the wind and sand are all over the sky.

Whether it is the environment or the climate, it is extremely harsh, and it is not suitable for the survival of people in the world at all.

Moreover, it is also separated by thousands of ravines and ravines of the Loess Plateau.

If you use the strength of one country to climb mountains and wade tens of thousands of miles and go to the Western Regions to fight the 36 countries, it is better to defeat the neighboring countries first.

Neighboring countries with small populations?

The land is not fertile?

If you really want to fight the 36 countries of the Western Regions, it will be after you dominate the world.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan walked into the boundary of the Western Regions, and saw a round sunset, clinging to the ridge line at the end of the desert, and the earth was lined with a dark and dark layer of crimson.

Look at it from afar.

The desert waves, which hold the setting sun, seem to be frozen, like a sleeping sea.

At this time, Jiu Ge was a little stunned, and then suddenly walked out of the ox cart and jumped into the yellow sea in the sky: "Wow, what a big sea of sand! It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful......

Feng Qingyan smiled and made Qing Mang stop, and he also came to the endless yellow sand, staring at the sunset at the end of the sand sea......

It's beautiful!

"Sir, will you spend the night in the sea of sand tonight?"

Jiu Ge's eyes were full of longing.

Feng Qingyan glanced around, then nodded, "It's okay." ”

"Yay—"

Jiu Ge screamed excitedly and jumped up in the sea of sand.

Jumping from this sand dune to that sand dune, like a child, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but feel good.

When the sun has completely fallen, and it is dark.

Jiu Ge came back from the sand dunes in the distance, looked at the surrounding terrain, and began to control the yellow sand to build houses.

Yes, it's a sand house.

The sand wall is so strong that it won't collapse at all.

As a mountain god, Jiu Ge is naturally able to control the mountain and the soil, and it is nothing to control the yellow sand to build a sand house.

"Sir, the house is ready. ”

Jiu Ge said happily.

Feng Qingyan smiled, walked into the sand hut that was not small, and then took out water and food from the picture scroll. When he was preparing to go to Kudatian, he had already prepared a lot of food and water, as well as some daily necessities.

Jiu Ge hurriedly controlled the sand to form a table and so on.

When the two of them finished dinner, they came to the yellow sand to enjoy the night view, and Jiu Ge was still lying on the yellow sand looking at the bright starry sky.

At this moment, the starry sky is far away and very close, and the stars are particularly shining.

Feng Qingyan stood on a sand dune, looking at the night in the distance, the cold night wind swept by, lifting his white clothes.

Hunting sounds.

Long hair is also flying.

The yellow sand instantly flew all over the sky, obscuring the bright starry sky.

"Jiuge, reckless, be careful, there's a sandstorm coming. Feng Qingyan retracted his gaze and reminded him, so as not to have an accident if Jiu Ge and Qing Mang didn't take it to heart.

"Sandstorm?"

Jiu Ge jumped out of the way and came to a sand dune.

At this moment, he was dumbfounded, and saw in the distance in the night sky, a huge black wall of wind and sand flying towards it, like a dark and majestic mountain smashing down.

"This is a sandstorm?"

Qing Mang came to the sand dunes with some curiosity.

After all, they are not ordinary people, and they are more interested in sandstorms than they are afraid.

Whew-

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and it can roll up the stones and sand.

As more and more sand and dust flew into the air, the dense sand and dust covered the sky, obscuring the bright starry sky.

Even during the day, it is like night.

At this time, Feng Qingyan stood still on the sand dune, and gradually his white clothes no longer flew, and his long hair no longer flew, as if there was no wind falling.

The gentleman does not move like a mountain.

It is like fixing the sea of sand like a needle in the sea.

At this moment, no matter how terrifying the sandstorm is, it still can't shake Feng Qingyan. Moreover, the surrounding sea of sand seemed to have an invisible force, and there was not a single grain of yellow sand in sight......

This made Jiu Ge and Qing Mang secretly surprised.

What kind of power is this?

They didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in Feng Qingyan's body, and they couldn't even feel any fluctuation in power.

It made them curious.

"Sir, what kind of power is this? Why is there no fluctuation in the atmosphere, but it can fix the surrounding sand sea, and not a grain of yellow sand?"

Jiu Ge couldn't help but ask.

"This is a gentleman who does not move like a mountain, which can be regarded as the power of will. Feng Qingyan smiled indifferently and said, "The gentleman does not move, like a mountain; When he finished speaking, he suddenly flew up, and the sound of rolling thunder appeared in the heavens and the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the terrifying sandstorm was torn apart.

This made Jiu Ge a little stunned.

And at this time.

A voice fell from the night sky.

"Jiuge, Qingmang, you are waiting here, I will go and go back. ”

In the darkness of the night.

Feng Qingyan flew towards the sand sea on the left.

Although he tore apart the sandstorms around him with the will of a gentleman, the sandstorms were overwhelming, and it was impossible to tear apart the sandstorms in the entire sand sea.

He just tore apart the sandstorm within a radius of tens of miles.

Soon after, a sandstorm covered again.

"Where is the gentleman going?"

Jiu Ge asked loudly.

"Save people. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

The figure instantly appeared several miles away.

And at night, the terrifying sandstorm covers hundreds of miles, and it may reach thousands of miles.

Wind and sand swallow everything.

Hundreds of miles away from Feng Qingyan, a caravan that was sleeping overnight was terrified, pulling the camels running around.

The tent that had been planted before had already been blown away by the strong wind.

There are also many people who are buried by the sand wall like a wall of sand, or simply blown away by the wind and sand.

"Hurry up and get the rope together. ”

Someone was drinking.

But at this moment, the wind and sand are terrifying, and a mouthful of sand and dust is poured into a mouthful, and even a face towel can't stop it.

Yellow sand is like an arrow.

It hurts a lot in the face.

If it's just yellow sand, it's fine, but there is gravel in the wind and sand, which can beat people to blood.

Many people can't afford it, so they can only lie on the yellow sand.

But in the blink of an eye, it was buried by a wall of flying sand.

In the caravan, many people were low-level warriors or literati, but they still couldn't afford such a terrifying sandstorm.

"This sandstorm is too terrifying to resist. ”

Someone shouted in despair.

"Steady!"

A merchant suspected of being a scribe shouted.

At this moment, he is trying to go backwards in the wind and sand, and use ropes to reconnect the scattered camels. However, even the scribe level could not last long in such a terrifying sandstorm.

This sandstorm is indeed terrifying.

Once in 10 years.

Poof!

Fist-sized gravel struck his body, breaking even the bones in his body. But the yellow sand is everywhere, as far as the eye can see, there is no place to hide from the sandstorm......

In this caravan, the highest realm is only the realm of scribes.

A true man of letters.

Who would want to go into business?

In Zhou Tianxia, as long as you are a scribe-level literati, you will be treated very well, who will go to business?

Besides, he still walks in the Western Regions.

Therefore, the scribes or samurai of these merchants were basically cultivated by the big gate lords or large families.

The status is not high, and the strength will not be very strong.

And it's hard to get promoted again.

In the caravans walking the Western Regions, it may be common to see caravans at the level of scribes and warriors, but the level of scholars and warriors is very rare.

The rank of military commander is even rarer, unless important items need to be transported.

The leader of this caravan was a middle-aged man in his forties, and although he did not look athletic, he exuded a strong aura.

The skin is very dark, and the lips are somewhat chapped.

He was a scribe, but on the surface he didn't look like a literati, but rather like a Jedi.

A caravan of hundreds of people, but at this moment, I don't know how much has been blown away.

And how many people were buried.

This sandstorm is the largest and most terrifying sandstorm encountered in the more than 20 years of walking in the Western Regions, and even if he is a scribe, he has a sense of powerlessness.

Although most of the goods are hidden in the picture scroll behind him. But he felt that he would not be able to get out of the sandstorm and would be buried under the yellow sand.

Seeing this sandstorm overwhelming, I'm afraid it won't pass in the blink of an eye.

If it passes in the blink of an eye.

He was still able to hold on.

But at this time, he can't think too much, so he can only go crazy to save people, and he can ask for one by one.

Phew-

One by one, the ropes were thrown out and the people who were blown up to the sky were pulled back.

Burst!

But just halfway through it, the rope suddenly broke.

He could only watch the people being blown away, not knowing where they were blown away, and whether they could survive?

At this moment, it is not necessary to say that it is human, even the camels are blown into the sky.

Strings of strings.

Ahh

He yelled.

At this moment, he was the only one left in the caravan of hundreds of people.

But the sandstorm still has no tendency to stop, but is becoming more and more terrifying, and it will tear the heavens and the earth apart.

When he was desperate.

A white-clothed figure appeared in the night sky.

It was Feng Qingyan who rushed to hear the sound, and at this moment he was suspended in mid-air and did not move, and the momentum of a gentleman suddenly spread like a tide.

But in an instant, it stretched for dozens of miles.

The gentleman does not move like a mountain!

At this moment, he was like a majestic mountain, standing quietly in the night sky, calming the yellow sand in the sky.

The Sand and Dust Temple was suppressed.

Rustle –

Yellow sand fell like rain and made a rustling sound.

The wind stopped, the sand stopped, and it seemed that the terrible sandstorm was gone.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was overjoyed.

"Haha-"

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Such a terrible sandstorm, he survived.

Save!

He suddenly came back to his senses, and rushed to save people by digging sand. It's not long yet, and there should still be breathing, and people still being saved......

As for those who were blown away, they could only ask for more blessings.

He was crazy about shaving sand.

Before long, he had already dug out several people.

Although he is dying, he can come back to life as long as he rests for a while. He quickly took out the water from the scroll, poured two or three sips on several people, and came back to life after choking.

"Hurry up and save people. ”

The middle-aged man shouted, continuing to dig the sand.

However, some were buried too deep in the Yellow Sea, and some he did not remember the location.

It was night, not day, and even if he was a scribe, he could not remember it all. Besides, the situation was critical, where did he allow him to remember them all?

In just a few moments, he asked for more than twenty people.

But there are more than 80 people.

At least half of it was buried under the nearby Yellow Sea, and the other half was blown to somewhere.

"Why are you stunned, don't you go to save people?"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

He was frantically shaving in the sand to save people, but the others were looking at the night sky stupidly.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, look at the ...... in the sky"

A sturdy man, pointing to the white-clothed figure in the air, stammered a little.

At this moment, they saw a standing figure in white hanging in the night sky, but it felt like a majestic mountain. It seems that the white-clothed figure has turned into a majestic mountain, shielding them from the sandstorm.

The middle-aged man looked at it angrily, but he was suddenly stunned.

He saw that it was indeed the white-clothed figure that blocked the sandstorm, like a needle in the sea of sand for dozens of miles......

It is precisely because of the existence of the white-clothed figure.

The wind and sand will stop.

At first, he thought that such a terrifying sandstorm had suddenly stopped, and he was very happy.

It stands to reason that such a terrifying sandstorm should not have stopped so quickly......

But he was in a hurry to save people and didn't think much about it.

There is no time to look at the sky.

The most important thing is that the white-clothed figure that suppressed the sandstorm did not exude the slightest fluctuation of breath.

How does this make people feel?

Therefore, middle-aged people will be stunned, wondering why the white-clothed figure in the night sky can suppress such a terrifying sandstorm?

The white-clothed figure remained motionless, like a mountain for thousands of miles.

Grind dry and roll kun!

At this moment, the white-clothed figure in the night sky deeply shocked everyone.

The middle-aged man was even more shocked in his heart, and he couldn't think of what kind of terrifying existence existed in the night sky.

Without the slightest force, it suppressed the terrifying sandstorm.

Can this great sage do it?

He's just a scribe on the fringe, and I don't know much, but I think it's unlikely.

And at this time.

Feng Qingyan called Jiu Ge and Qing Mang.

"Jiuge save people, there should still be a lot of people buried under the yellow sand. Feng Qingyan didn't move, still hanging in the night sky, suppressing the terrifying sandstorm.

"Yes sir. ”

Jiu Ge immediately closed his eyes to sense the breath of life under the Yellow Sea, and then controlled the Yellow Sand to send the buried people up.

Qing Mang was running around to see if there was anyone around.

When a person is sent up by the yellow sand, everyone suddenly comes back to their senses and goes to pour water on their companions or pinch them.

"In Xia Chen Shuo, meet Mr. and thank Mr. for his life-saving grace. ”

At this moment, the middle-aged man bowed respectfully to Feng Qingyan in the night sky.

"Mr. Chen doesn't have to be polite. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled indifferently.

And at this time.

More and more people were rescued by Jiu Ge, but several people could not be found, and they might have been blown out hundreds of miles away.

The desert is too big to find.

Even Jiu Ge couldn't do anything at this time, after all, it wasn't his burial mountain, and he couldn't monitor every move within a hundred miles.

Even if you are willing to take the time to find it, you are afraid that when you find it, you will die.

"Let's go. ”

Feng Qingyan groaned.

Jiu Ge didn't say anything, just nodded to everyone and left.

At this moment, Chen Shuo and the others had not yet come back to their senses, and they were deeply shocked by Jiu Ge's speed of saving people. Who is this handsome young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth? How did he know that there were people under the yellow sand? Moreover, the yellow sand sent it automatically......

However, when Feng Qingyan left, he spit out the word "town".

The word "town" is not very powerful, but it is enough to withstand sandstorms.

So at this moment, everyone saw that in the night sky, there was a person-high word "town" hanging in the night.

The word "town" did not exude the slightest breath, and there was no power fluctuation breath, but it suppressed the terrifying sandstorm, which shocked Chen Shuo and the others.

"Could it be that the savior is the one who writes?"

Someone wondered.

"It's not like it is. ”

"If it's not a bookmaker, what is it?"

"It's strange, the sandstorm is suppressed, but there is not the slightest breath coming out, how is this done?"

Everyone couldn't figure it out.

"By the way, what's the name of the benefactor?" someone said suddenly, and then became a little anxious, "Dare to ask the benefactor's name?"

There was no response in the night.

Chen Shuo came back to his senses, slapped himself hard, and hurried to catch up.

But at night, where is the figure in white?

And at this time.

Feng Qingyan walked step by step in the night.

Although the sandstorm still ravaged the world, Feng Qingyan was as steady as a rock, suppressing the yellow sand within a radius of dozens of miles.

The wind and sand are raging the heavens and the earth, and he is tempering his gentleman's strength.

The gentleman does not move like a mountain.

The town is thousands of miles!

He's trying to confront the sandstorms that are raging across thousands of miles of sand.

If it was just a sandstorm, he could have been hammered in an instant, but if it was a sandstorm of thousands of miles, he couldn't resist it at all now.

Fortunately, thousands of miles of sandstorms could not gather momentum.

However, in the heart of Fengqing Rock, the thousands of miles of sandstorms have a potential, a kind of heaven and earth potential.

If the sandstorm is powerless, he will not be able to fight against him at all, and he will not be able to temper his gentleman's strength through a thousand miles of sandstorms.

There are some things that you can do without thinking about them.

There are some things that you don't even think about, unless it's a special situation.

For example, at this moment.

Feng Qingyan didn't think about it at all, he wanted to temper his own gentleman's strength, and he didn't know that his own gentleman's strength could still be used like this.

It's because of the arrival of a sandstorm.

He had a flash of inspiration.

Otherwise, he would not have realized that a gentleman does not move, like a mountain, and if he moves, he is like thunder.

This is a very rare opportunity.

It can just be used to temper the gentleman's immobility like a mountain town.

He felt that the gentleman was very domineering and very useful......

He felt that one day, when he appeared on the battlefield, the enemies hanging in the air would fall like raindrops.

And in the realm of thousands of miles, no one can resist.

This trick is indeed very domineering, and it may be integrated into "Sitting and Talking about the Way" and become the third chapter.

And in the second chapter, only one word "kill" is needed, and there is no need for superfluous moves.

Killing is equally overbearing.

Night sky.

Feng Qingyan stepped into the air step by step.

On the yellow sand, Qing Mang looked up at the white-clothed figure while pulling the ox cart.

Jiu Ge sat on the wheel, his chin in his hands.

I don't know why.

He suddenly wanted to put on a beautiful dress and dance in the yellow sand, preferably under the moonlight......

But the gentleman will not agree.

Annoying.

Uh-huh......

I want to wear beautiful dresses more and more, what should I do?

What to do?

Jiu Ge's heart itched.

At this moment, he saw Mr. walking in the night sky, his expression extremely focused, as if he was oblivious to himself.

Sir shouldn't have noticed, right?

Definitely not.

Mr. should be tempering the gentleman's immobility like a mountain.

He glanced at Qing Mang.

Qing Mang doesn't talk much, and besides, I only wear it in the car and don't go out......

So, he immediately returned to the ox cart and took out several beautiful dresses from his scroll. But after choosing, I don't know which dress to wear, after all, every dress is so beautiful, it is specially made by him......

Wear each outfit for a while?

Thinking so, Jiu Ge immediately smiled.

When he picked up a set of red and white matching dresses, he quickly put them on, then took out rouge gouache, mirrors, eyebrow pencils, etc., and began to concentrate on makeup.

When he put on his makeup, he held the mirror and looked at it for a long time, with peach blossoms in his eyes.

He was so beautiful by himself.

"Jiuge, you are so beautiful......"

Soon after.

Jiu Ge quietly lifted the curtain, and when he saw that Mr. was still walking in the night sky, he seemed to be in a state of forgetting things and me, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he put on a beautiful dress and the most beautiful makeup.

So he couldn't hold back in the car.

Be sure to dance to a song!

He looked at the night sky again, and finally decided to come out, and came to the yellow sand, under the moon, and danced a song.

When he walked out of the ox cart, Qing Mang didn't pay attention at all, and kept looking at the white-clothed figure in the night sky.

"Jiuge, the gentleman of the king is as immobile as a mountain, and it is getting more and more powerful, and he has suppressed a radius of hundreds of miles......"

Qing Mang said as he walked.

And at this time.

Jiu Ge quietly appeared on a sand dune, and after looking at the white-clothed figure in the night sky and the cold moonlight, he couldn't control the excitement in his heart and slowly jumped up.

He dances very softly......

It's like a little elf dancing under the moon, and like a beautiful girl crying and complaining.

All of Qing Mang's thoughts fell on the white-clothed figure in the night sky, and he didn't pay attention to Jiu Ge at all, and he didn't pay attention to the dancing figure on the sand dunes in the distance.

Jiuge danced faster and faster, and the more he jumped, the more sad he became.

He danced gracefully, like an elf dancing, making the bright moon lose its color.

But no one in the audience watched.

Moreover, he will not agree, let alone sit in the audience, applaud him, and be captivated by his dancing......

"Nine songs?"

Qing Mang screamed a few times, but didn't hear Jiu Ge's response, so he looked back.

I happened to see a beautiful girl dancing on the yellow sand under the moon on the sand dunes in the distance behind me, which made the young bull's eyes widen.

Mei Jiao Niang is beautiful.

However, at first glance, it could tell that it was Jiuge......

It was really scared by Jiu Ge.

Could it be that Jiu Ge is a woman, just dressed as a boy all the time?

It shouldn't be.

Qing Mang frowned.

After a while, Jiu Ge finished dancing, and his mood was extremely happy, but it was a pity that Mr. was not in the audience.

So.

He has always had a wish to see his husband in the audience and applaud him.

......

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