The disciples of the Huangfu family were ordered to search for seven days in the city.

But he still couldn't find the new peerless sword maniac, and no one had an impression when he asked the rest of the martial artists, as if this peak master of the younger generation was like a dream bubble, completely disappeared in Tianxiong City.

Among the royal family.

Huangfutian, dressed in white, sat at the top of the place, drank tea slowly, listened to the report of the deacon below, did not show any surprise on his face, put the tea cup in his hand to the side, and said flatly:

"In that case, call back the disciples in the city."

"With the strength and martial arts of the sword maniac, if you don't want to be found by you, even if he is standing in front of you, just a foot away, passing by, you will not find him."

The deacon respectfully agreed and took the command.

After the deacon walked out, Huang Futian was silent and looked at the sky outside.

Peerless......

There are more than 10 million people in the world who practice martial arts.

But looking inside and outside Daqin, the characters who can be ranked on the list, there are no more than 100 people at the peak of martial arts, this is not the words of the Daqin family, because it is based on the results of the battle, so the weight is extremely heavy, and it is applicable to all over the world.

Even he himself, with the power of a divine soldier, stepped into the end of the peerless list at the age of thirty-five, and barely had the qualifications and ability to take over the burden of the family.

The family of rivers and lakes does not only look at whether they have the heart and skill.

Your own martial arts are the most important.

Otherwise, even if he has the heart to level the world, it is just a joke, and he can't suppress the surging rivers and lakes at all, not to mention that he is ruined, and he is likely to be buried with his family.

There is also an old man sitting in the first place in the world, about sixty years old, wearing a brown robe, his hands are slender and wide, obviously extremely powerful, although he is said to be an old man, but there are almost no wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth, but his white hair is already a little withered.

The old man held the teacup in both hands, chewed the tea leaves lightly in his mouth, and when he was distracted, he heard the head of the family suddenly speak and asked:

"Knife maniac is still very young, right?"

The old man raised his head, and Huangfu Tian seemed to be a little out of the world, and he didn't look at him.

The old man almost thought he had misheard.

Huang Futian finally rushed back that day, and he only saw the last knife maniac, and the back when he left, at that time, the knife maniac had already suffered a lot of injuries, and with his eyesight, it was difficult to see too many things.

The elder thought for a moment and replied:

"Go home, although the old man was always there that day, except for Ma Yihong, who had instructed Chaozhou at the beginning, the rest almost never made a move, even if everyone misunderstood him for being cowardly, he was unmoved."

Huang Futian laughed and said:

"The temperament can sit still, and it deserves to be ......"

The old man said again:

At that time, the old man was clumsy, and he couldn't see the power of the knife maniac, so he didn't pay much attention to him...... After that, when he made a move, he was very fierce and domineering, and his body was extremely fast, so he may not be able to see it very accurately, the world's martial arts, although there are many effects of appearance, but in the old man's humble opinion, the age of the knife maniac should be under the age of thirty. ”

"Thirty-Year-Old ......"

Huang Futian was silent and said:

"The old ancestor is an old man, and he was also thirty years old back then, and he was based on peerlessness, right?"

The elder said respectfully:

"What the head of the family said is good, the prince is more than 150 years old this year, and his old man stepped into the realm of the fourth grade when he was twenty-seven years old."

Huangfu Tian was about to speak, but suddenly he couldn't control his cough, and his face turned slightly pale. The expression of the old man below changed slightly, Huo Ran got up, with a worried look on his face, and said:

"Head of the house?!"

Huang Futian raised his left hand and waved it, signaling that he didn't have to worry about himself, where the breath flowed, it had already suppressed those slight discomforts, and the old man was relieved in his heart at this point, and said:

"Master of the family, your injuries are still a little unhealed, don't forget to take the pill again......"

After that, he frowned again and said:

"I have already heard that Sima is wrong, he was violent and abnormal, the killing was prosperous, and it was difficult to be the second choice between the seven countries, I thought that twenty years had passed, and there was a change, but I didn't think that the temperament was domineering, and there was no change, and I suddenly made a move on the head of the family......"

"The dignified general, the first person in the military family, is this kind of bearing?!"

Huang Futian shook his head and said:

"He can't be blamed for this."

The old man seemed to continue to speak, and Huangfu Tiandao:

"This time, the 'Miss Li' was the last child of the queen that year, the queen went against the will of the family when she was a girl, ran three thousand miles, and went to the military tent to find him...... For this last princess, the grace is very strong. ”

"If something happens to her in the Huangfu's house, there are three longs and two shorts, even if Sima is wrongly the governor of Great Qin and has brilliant military achievements, she can't bear the anger of the Son of Heaven, and she is angry in her heart, so she will take action...... However, the first person in the Great Qin Soldier family is really amazing. ”

He smiled wryly.

The old man was silent when he heard this.

……………………

The snow that day had completely disappeared, and the temperature of Tianxiong City had risen again, reaching a normal level for the early winter season.

There are not many vehicles on board, although there are some goods, but they are not like the Central Plains traveling merchants with porcelain, silk and spices, to the Western Regions Wangcheng to seek gold and property, the car has the Central Plains border burning knives and spirits, some coarse salt blocks, and some daily pottery objects, medicinal materials for treating horses and cattle, full of piles behind the car.

In this group, most of them are broad-shouldered, slightly shorter men, carrying a relatively rare scimitar in the Great Qin River and Lake on their waists, and on one side there are dark brown leather water bladders, with big beards and light brown eyes.

These are the Sabbath people among the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions.

The Sabbatical State and the Great Qin had good relations, and the elders of the Sabbatarians in each settlement had excerpts that the Great Qin allowed trade, and allowed these Sabbatarians to come to the interior of the Great Qin to trade, and opened up part of the salt and iron shares.

They were carrying the necessities of life that they were ready to take back to their hometowns.

There are many deserts and wastelands outside the Western Regions, and the people of the rest of the country inhabit the large and small oases in the desert, making a living by hunting and grazing, often migrating, and living by water.

Their favorite is the strong liquor that burns their throats, but no one is better at brewing this kind of liquor than the men in the northwest of Great Qin, horses and cattle are their lives, but their elders have no way to cure the sick cattle, and the thinner doctors in Daqin can easily save these cattle and sheep.

Everyone is inseparable from salt, and the herdsmen are inseparable from the wine and medicine of Daqin, and the cattle, horses and livestock.

Therefore, the rest is inseparable from Daqin, the relationship between the two countries is very good, it is a hundred years of diplomatic relations, and the border cities can often see the figure of these people who rest in peace, and the people in the city have long been accustomed to it.

The captain of the garrison and the bearded man in the lead were old acquaintances, and they talked and laughed with each other, and when they saw that there was no problem with the fold, they waved their hands and let their soldiers let them go.

Several carriages moved slowly, and the captain held a knife in one hand, and walked up along the bluestone platform, heard a few knife sounds, turned his head sideways, and saw a young swordsman in a yellow-brown robe running from the city.

The swordsman ran all the way to the city gate, one left and one right, and there were also two swordsmen in the same costume, and the young man didn't know what to say to the two of them, but after a while, the three of them left the city gate and went to the interior of Tianxiong City.

The captain of the city guard reached out and scratched his chin, and muttered in a low voice:

"Looks like it's a give-up?"

"Yes, but if I were the sword maniac, I wouldn't leave like this, there are many young and good-looking girls in the Huangfu family, after all, they are from a big family, and they can't ......compare with the small family at all."

"It's a pity, if I can see that sword maniac and report the news to the Huangfu family, wouldn't it be considered a favor? Alas, I don't know how to find it...... There are a lot of cold-faced swordsmen, but the red horse, but he couldn't look at half of the horsehair, and he waited here for so many days in vain. ”

"Flying in the sky?!"

With some annoyance, he patted the green rock, which was as cold as ice.

The sound of horses' hooves trampled on the frozen ground outside Tianxiong City, and the bearded leader of the Sabbatical Man threw the extra wine bag in his hand to the person at the back of the group, which was full of spirits, about two or three catties.

In their eyes, the man was wrapped in a thick dark cloak-like dress, and the simple cotton cloth wrapped the whole person in it, revealing only two eyes, shielding from the wind and cold, and it was not unusual for most of the people in the team to be dressed like this.

There are two bamboo baskets on his horseback, which are concocted medicinal herbs, and there is a medicinal aroma.

The man caught the spirits.

The rest man of the team leader smiled, and said in a very fluent Daqin official dialect:

"The road after winter will be very difficult to walk, the wind is as fast as a knife, drink some wine, you can drive away the cold, there is still a way to go, you are introduced by the old Lu brothers, we have also seen your medical skills, it is also a good thing to have a big Qin doctor on the road."

The man nodded, pulled back the mask, and took a sip of spirits.

It was a very standard Great Qin man, he looked very young, only about twenty-five or sixteen, or maybe smaller, his face was cold and hard, but he looked very arrogant when he poured wine.

The bearded leader laughed and praised:

"It's a man!"

"Let's go, stinky boys, work hard, change your mount at Yumen Pass, and you can go back to your hometown!"

The sound of pack horse bells is crisp, and the rough pastoral song is melodious.

Wang Anfeng took a sip of wine, hung the wine bag on the blanket on his waist, turned around and glanced at the gate of Tianxiong City, which was already outside Lixu, and pulled up the mask part of the cloak on his body.

The ink-colored daze of the previous thirty taels of silver is gone.

At that time, he fought vigorously, it was a fierce battle that he had never had in the past, and he felt that the big problem was very bad, so he directly solved it, and then in order to leave in front of the masters of the four major families as soon as possible, he didn't have time to get it back.

And then it's gone.

After that, he went back to the martial arts arena to see, and he didn't know who took him away, so he had to run out, collect some medicinal herbs and sell them to the medicine shop.

It's also important to hide your identity.

His mount under his crotch walked steadily, and the horse's back was covered with a thick gray cloth, which covered the horse's tail from the bottom of the neck to the horse's tail, and it was cold in winter, and if the mount was on the go, it would do so, but from the concealment, the red color of fire could still be seen.

But in the eyes of the rest, this horse, like the rest of the people, is a dark brown pony, this is the most common pack horse in the territory, although it is low, but the foot strength is not very slow, and it can climb up and down the road, which is the most suitable for part of the terrain of the Western Regions.

Moreover, this kind of horse, which is born under the snow-capped mountains, is hard-working enough to swallow even the dead grass on the left and right clumps on the frozen soil, which is much easier to feed.

The source of this illusion is Wang Anfeng, who is sitting on horseback.

The martial artist has a three-grade qi maintenance machine, but he can't do it behind closed doors.

After an unprecedented hearty battle, when he finally attacked the two old men, Wang Anfeng's mastery of divine weapons was certainly more skilled than before, and his own qi was constantly stimulated to climb up under the collision without any fancy fancy.

In this way, he can cut the last knife for 300 miles of snow.

He was able to hide himself, and it was also because of this comprehension that the martial artist of the middle and third grades was already able to control the qi machine, and one of the signs of the sixth rank martial artist moving towards the fifth rank was that when he made a move, he attracted the heavens and the earth and formed a vision visible to the naked eye.

Or the tiger roaring mountain, or the green dragon breaking the water.

Therefore, a five-rank martial artist like him, slightly controlling his own qi and making a martial artist whose martial arts are lower than his own have an optical illusion, is actually a very simple thing, but in the past, he was not allowed to enter the door.

This kind of method, only the martial artist who has started to cultivate the qi machine above the sixth rank can detect that something is wrong. And if you want to see his true face, you have to be a good martial artist in the five grades.

If you do this kind of thing with the help of divine weapons, you can only get a glimpse of the four pins.

Wang Anfeng sat on the back of the horse, let out a breath of white air, and looked at the boundless distance, at the current speed, it would take several days to reach Yumen Pass.

He also thought about going alone.

However, considering the complexity of the extraterritorial environment, this idea was dispelled.

After all, the grasslands and snow-capped mountains in the Western Regions and Northern Xinjiang are different, more of which are large areas of decayed wasteland, with ups and downs, and beyond that, there is a vast and boundless desert, Wang Anfeng has never seen what the desert looks like, but he has also read it in the classics, and understands the environment of the desert, as well as the natural disasters and sandstorms that everyone fears like tigers.

With a single sword, he was able to cut out three hundred miles of snowdrift.

But the sandstorm involves far more than that, and it covers the sky and the sun, and if you want to resist the power of heaven and earth with the power of one person, I am afraid that only those powerful warriors who are grandmasters themselves can do it.

Moreover, after a sandstorm, the terrain in the desert often changes dramatically, and it takes a veteran to be able to accurately identify the direction and find the oases in the desert.

He had no choice but to find a way to find a guide.

When he gave the key to the fat merchant, he mentioned that he happened to have a resting man who was a regular communicator, and that he was about to set out from the city of Tenxiong and return to rest in peace.

After coming and going, he joined the group of the resting man returning home.

Most of the rest men are heroic and uninhibited, believing in their friends, and there is nothing reluctant about the merchant's arrangement, especially after hearing this Great Qin man say that he is a doctor, he is even more willing.

Every resting person who has been to Daqin hopes that there can be a footman like Daqin who walks back and forth in the various oases and treats him very kindly, but Wang Anfeng is destined to not be able to stay in their oasis for too long, and he still has his own things to do.

White Tiger Hall.

Pavilion of the Stars.

There is also the old owner of the big wilderness village......

He touched the knife on his waist, and the ink knife was equipped with a scimitar scabbard that was commonly used by the warriors of peace, because the blade was broken, and it could be inserted.

The handle of the knife was cold.

The rough tune echoed.

………………

The young people who rested in peace wanted to return home earlier than Wang Anfeng, and every day they had to remove the necessary supplies and sleep, and they were always on the road, eager to rub themselves into the wind, blowing thousands of miles at once, and returning home, in the warm tent, drinking goat's milk, eating roasted naan, and listening to the familiar sounds of the children.

It only took more than ten days along the way to reach the Yumen Pass, the last barrier of the empire, and then refused to stay for half a day, and set off immediately while the sky was not dark.

As soon as I got out of the Jade Gate Pass, the heaven and earth were still the same heaven and earth, but the feeling was different, more and more rough and lofty, there was no grass, only hard earth, bare and exposed under the clouds.

In the end, there was no such land.

The ground turned into sand, hard and rough grains of sand, and the air was cold, but this coldness was not mixed with the slightest moisture, like someone holding a large handful of rough and clumpy sand, brutally stuffing it into your mouth, throat, and forcing you to swallow.

It's hard and dry even in winter.

The leading Han had the name of the Qin State, called Xia Man, and he told Wang Anfeng that this place is not just like this, in the summer, some places will grow grasses with huge roots, and those places are not like deserts, but wastelands.

A large number of animals rely on those months to fatten up and gain energy to sustain themselves for a year, including jumping deer, running wild herds, ferocious predators, and people.

In winter, there is no grass at all, and the water here is equivalent to life, and all the resting people living in this vast wilderness live on the oasis.

The men carried hunting bows and rode horses to hunt animals in the wilderness.

Women are at home, feeding cattle and sheep.

When the water in the oasis dries up, then new oases will inevitably appear, and all the people will go in search of new homes, and they will move two or three times a year, and the elders will know where the water is, and they will tell the brightest people in the tribe about it. Passed down from generation to generation, this is the most valuable knowledge, the knowledge of survival.

Xia Man and his party took Wang Anfeng to the first settlement.

But seeing only the corpses of the dry lake and the withered trees, and the traces of the tents, Shaman became accustomed to it and continued to look for the next place to live.

On the twenty-first day after Wang Anfeng left the Western Regions.

Wang Anfeng encountered the first sandstorm in his life.

Xia Man, who was always calm, was in a hurry at that time, almost like a child, shouting loudly, and in a hurry, he no longer used the official dialect of Daqin, but used a language that Wang Anfeng did not understand.

The mount moves its front hooves restlessly.

Only Wang Anfeng sat on horseback, and he was a little stunned.

He looked at the distant side, and a dreamlike blue-purple color rose in the distance, and the light of the setting sun was red like blood, accompanied by the sound of thousands of people roaring, and the rough and hard sand was swept up by the violent wind.

It's like enveloping the whole world in it.

It was clear that he hadn't approached yet, but Wang Anfeng could already feel the oppressive force, and his breathing was not as smooth as before, he looked at the black storm, but his right hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife on his waist.

The pupils contracted slightly, locking the storm.

He could almost feel the knife groaning, and a leaping thought rose in his mind—

Such a violent sandstorm, what would he look like if he slashed into it?

As soon as this thought appeared, it expanded rapidly, and as such a thought appeared, the broken ink knife in the palm of his hand whistled low in the sheath.

The mount under the crotch hissed excitedly, and there was a faint fire on the four hooves.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, almost instantly turned into the process of qi climbing, his breathing subconsciously became long, starting from the palm of the hand holding the knife, the muscles slowly tightened, and the qi machine slowly flowed, pouring into the blade, filling the scabbard.

It's like a powerful crossbow that is slowly gaining momentum.

The blade was slowly drawn.

At this time, a big hand grabbed his arm, and the force that was almost desperately pulling him down made him recover from that half-awake state, his body shook slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over.

Xia Man seemed to be shouting, but his voice was very weak, and Wang Anfeng quickly realized that it was because there was a louder voice roaring around him, suppressing his voice and becoming light, as if it came from a distant place.

"Come down, don't you want to die?! Hurry up and get down, where's the cloth? ”

"Cover your body, the sandstorm is coming!"

Wang Anfeng exhaled, released the handle of the knife with his right hand, turned over and dismounted.

The convoy was encircled and formed in a circle, and the horses fell to their knees, and the Sabbatarian covered himself with the cloth on his horseback, and closed his eyes.

The sandstorm that was still in a distant place just now quickly approached, and the rolled up sand and gravel slapped on the tarpaulin, making a sound similar to the sound of rain, which hurt and hurt, Wang Anfeng sensed that something was wrong, and it seemed that a stronger storm was coming.

The right hand was supported on the ground, and the qi that belonged to the warrior burst out, directly enveloping the entire convoy.

At that moment, between the dark storms, a normal place appeared. It's just that everyone is so dead that they haven't seen this scene.

The heavens and the earth were dark. I don't know how long it took for that breathless feeling to fade away.

Shaman moved, lifted the tarpaulin covering his head, shook off the heavy sand, got up and saw that there was not much loss, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief - no one was swept away by the wind, only a little cargo was lost.

The bowls were fragile and broken, and the jars were broken, and the wine seeped into the sand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It's most people who get groggy about it.

I don't know how long the sandstorm lasted, but the sky was already clear.

"Haaha...... Really, good luck. ”

Xia Man laughed twice, turned over and sat on the ground, a little weak, and even more happy to escape death, looking at the clear starry sky in a daze, Wang Anfeng was sorry because of what he was obsessed with, and before he could say anything to apologize, Xia Man had already looked at him and smiled:

"Hahaha, it's the first time you've seen a sandstorm, right?"

Wang Anfeng nodded.

Xia Man squinted, feeling some hard discomfort behind his back, and pulled it from behind; Dig, took out a white bone, sighed, threw down the white bone in his hand, and said:

"The first time I saw this, I was just as stunned."

"We're just missing some goods, which is a great way of luck, and if we're not careful, it's common for people to run out...... Sandstorms are more terrible than any natural disaster, and every year I don't know how many people die. ”

"It's not that they die directly under the sandstorm, most of them are swept away, lost on the road, without supplies, slowly starving to death, and in the end, they will become a white skeleton buried under the yellow sand."

"It's like this, I don't know when I will have a chance to turn it out......"

"In our legend here, people who die in sandstorms will always be trapped in the storm of the desert, never find their way out, and keep repeating the trek, alas, they can't live in peace if they really die, cough cough ......"

Shaman spat on it, which was full of sand, and said:

"Sandstorms are the most dangerous in winter, and this time there is no loss, so I am really lucky."

"I don't know which god blesses you."

Wang Anfeng nodded, shook his head again, and said:

"Where are the gods?"

"It's just luck."

The scabbard on his waist was tilted out of a little gravel, and the scabbard made of high-quality old cowhide tanning had been pierced, and he felt a little soreness in his right hand, and a slight swelling pain in his chest and abdomen.

It was still a little reluctant to open the qi machine to fight against the power of heaven and earth.

Shaman laughed and said:

"Luck, luck, but we're finally here!"

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance, because of the strong wind, their position was already relatively high, the night sky was clear, and the field of vision could see extremely far away, Wang Anfeng looked in the direction of his finger and saw a white tent in the desert.

There are also bonfires that are fenced off.

Even he breathed a sigh of relief.

January trek.

Finally, it's time to ......

Thirty-six countries of the Western Regions, rest in peace.

PS: At present, it is in the stage of deducing the outline and the main line, and the time spent on coding words every day has suddenly decreased, so it is difficult to update eight or nine thousand times a day like before, sometimes less.

When I'm ready, I'll probably evolve, and I'm currently running out of energy.

Today, 7,000 words.

Thank you Alos_Yui for the reward, thank you