The sky is yellow, the wilderness is vast, and the feet of the desert have stepped through the years and walked out of aging. So the hopeless wait became pathetic and beautiful. Thousands of years of golden iron horses, endless prosperity, buried in the brown sand, grow a long loneliness. When the smoke and sand cleared, how many people laughed and how many cried?

"If you're dead, maybe you'll be able to see her again" A hint of longing and despair flashed in his heart, and his eyes were so empty and misty. Once the mind collapsed, the body would only collapse faster than the mind, and he fell, fell into the desert, and his mind gradually became blurred...... The wind was stronger, the sand was thicker, and the occasional dead branches were not alive, and his body seemed to be half buried in the desert. When he was dying, there were bursts of luan bells, like heavenly Sanskrit sounds, and also like soul chasing mourning songs. He didn't struggle, he didn't scream, he was quiet, quiet, as if waiting for the next judgment from heaven.

"Ahsan, go and see if the person in front of you is still alive?" A middle-aged man with a fair face and a bit of a scholar's temperament said.

"Yes, Mr. Xu!" A young man with vigorous hands and dark skin bowed in response. The young man named "Ah San" threw his stirrups out of the saddle and dismounted, rushed to the front of him in a few steps, probed his nose, touched his pulse again, tried his forehead, and then frowned slightly: "He is still alive, but he has a deep heat stroke, even if he has to use a lot of water to save now." Ahsan said that he looked at the endless desert, and a trace of helplessness seemed to flash in his expression.

"It's okay, if you can save it, you might as well give it a try!" The reader frowned slightly.

"Yes, Mr. Xu," Ahsan picked him up, put him on the truck, took off the pill, untied the water bladder, crushed the pill and put it in the water, and came over to put the water into the man's mouth. "Cough, cough, cough!" There was a cough, and the man woke up leisurely, and Ah Sang turned to the middle-aged man again: "Mr. Xu, this person is awake!" ”

The middle-aged man rode his horse forward and asked in a Jiangnan accent: "Is there anything wrong with this son?" ”

The man looked at everything around him with great difficulty, barely squeezed out a smile, and thanked a few life-saving benefactors.

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "You are so good at living, don't say much." Ahsan, take good care of this son. After speaking, he turned his horse back to the cart formation

After resting for a while, I regained some strength. Yang Xiao struck up a conversation with Ah Sang and said, "I said handsome guy, I think you are a caravan transshipment of goods between Middle-earth and the Western Regions, right?" I see that Brother Tai is shrewd and capable, he must be a veteran here, probably the owner of this caravan, right? ”

Hearing this, Ah Sang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Ah Sang is the guide, not the owner, Mr. Xu is the owner!" ”

It's really honest and simple! Yang Xiao sighed in his heart, but he still complimented: "Although Brother Ah Sang is not the owner now, with his brother's old and capable family, he will definitely have his own caravan in three or five years at most and marry the most beautiful girl in the desert!" ”

Although he didn't dare to think about being the owner, Ah Sang still felt that this guy was very good at talking, so he smiled and said: "Ah Sang didn't want to be the owner, but just wanted to work with Master Xu for a few years, save some money to go home and ask for a mother-in-law, and then rent a shop to do some small business!" ”

With Ah San's narration, Yang Xiao continued to calculate the region where this place was located, as well as the customs and customs of the Great Zhou of the Eastern Empire. Twenty years have been here, and he is very depressed. There are many reasons for his depression: first, he was born in a protracted chase, and his family's subordinates kept him and his mother from fleeing west, eventually settling in a western town, Megyin. His mother died in that town when he was 12 years old. The second thing that made him depressed was that he sadly found that all the exercises of the "Lingbao Bifa" series had almost no effect here, and the result of the little vitality he spent more than ten years cultivating was similar to the effect of normal physical training, so after his rigorous thinking, he began to study the archer course in the academy, and ten years of hard work only trained himself into a sixth-level archer, and he was not even qualified to enter the high-level mercenary group. The third thing that made him depressed was that the people here were born with a much higher foundation than in his previous life. This is manifested in every cultivator, taking Qin Tieshuang as an example, Lao Qin is rated A+ in the Mercenary Knights, which is a first-class master, but if he is thrown here, it is equivalent to the strength of the ninth level at most. And the ninth-level master is calculated in tens of thousands in the Western Continent alone, and there are monks, grandmasters, and masters above the ninth-level, and there must be above the masters, but he can't reach them for the time being with his cognition. But even if it is a master, there are more than 100 people that Yang Xiao knows, and the weakest of them is at least equivalent to Merlin and Lancelot at their peak, according to his calculations. It's a shame to be in a world where you can't cultivate the Spirit Treasure Bi Fa! This is the sentence he has said the most in the past ten years!

Fortunately, he has never been a person who only cultivates as a reliant. After all, the study of birth is only one of the four core disciplines of the Ghost Valley. So for the world, he is very confident!

At dusk, the convoy set up a tent, and Yang Xiao continued to listen to Mr. Xu for "information" under the pretext of thanksgiving. In the tent, the young man folded his hands and bowed to salute, "Xiao Ke, Yang Xiao, thank you Mr. Xu for saving your life." "For many years in the shopping mall, he has his own temperament, and he is not to be underestimated when he raises his hand and throws his foot.

Seeing his bearing, Mr. Xu hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Why should you be polite, please sit down!" The furnishings in the desert are shabby, and even a pot of good tea has not been prepared, so I hope that the son will not blame! ”

"The grace of saving lives is the same as rebuilding, Mr. is so polite, and the students are terrified!" Seeing that he was a scholar, Yang Xiao actually performed the disciple ceremony when he bowed again, and stood respectfully with his hands bowed after the salute, which was extremely pleasing.

Mr. Xu was very happy when he saw that he was well-behaved and clever, but he said "don't dare" on his lips, and said in his heart: "I don't know what my family background is like in such a handsome future?" If so, it's a good match for my girl! Well, look at him, he doesn't talk like a person from a small family, not bad! ”

Yang Xiao didn't know, just a few words, this old man had a heart to recruit. You must know that Young Master Yang is a "serious person" who has not even taken Dong Xiaowan, Yao Meiren, Tang Yun and other stunning people into his arms. Who knows what kind of appearance your Xu family girl is, you can't be better than those three, right?

After talking for a while, the more old man Xu looked at it, the happier he became, and said with a smile: "The old man took the liberty to ask the last question, why did the son enter the desert alone?" ”

"It's not a secret, the students traveled so far, encountered horse thieves, and all the people in the family were killed in battle, but I escaped here faster." Yang Xiao thought about the massacre, and unconsciously a little killing intent rose, it was the last three loyal servants, because of their maintenance, Yang Xiao's mother and son suffered a lot in the Western Soil during these years, but unfortunately if they all died in battle.

"Horse thief?" Mr. Xu's heart fluctuated a little when he heard this. In addition to the vagaries of the desert, the most feared thing is the notorious horse thief. I saw that he settled down and said, "In this way, does the son have nowhere to go at this time?" If the son doesn't dislike the old man, there are some good players in the caravan, but the ordinary horse thieves don't take it to heart. ”

On the way to the tent, I saw a herd of camels resting. The mood couldn't help but feel a little better, and his face seemed to be smiling again, and he stepped forward and stroked the fur of the camel and said: "Brother Camel, Brother Camel, Lao Qin is not here today, you can't eat meat today, and the little brother really doesn't want to go." After that, I thought a little about Lao Qin in my heart, thinking about the "autumn wind" that I had fought with Su Yihan in those years. Thinking of the fact that Su Yihan had a lot of blood in those years, and in the end he couldn't even count his accounts well, and the taste in his heart was really indescribable.

"Young Master Yang, this desert boat eats grass and doesn't like meat," a stableman said seriously.

"Uh...... Mr. is highly talented, and the younger brother has been taught. With that, he slipped back to the tent like a smoke. This night is starry and moonless, and this night is full of thoughts.

After a few days of silence, the caravan gradually traveled out of the desert, although there were no herds of cattle and sheep, and the grass grew and the eagles flew. Out of the sea of death, people seem to be much more relaxed. The laughter gradually increased, and the group of men like Asang Ge also rarely howled Xintianyou, and their voices were ethereal and loud, which was quite tasteful. Yang Xiao was not willing to be lonely, as soon as he was free, he rode a horse to catch up with Mr. Xu to ask questions, and the two talked happily with each other. In this era when agriculture is not important and business is suppressed, and scholars are willing to do transshipment things, he likes it a little.

"The journey is boring, but your singing voice is quite charming...... Mr. Xu said with a smile.

"If the gentleman wants to listen to me sing, then the student will hum a couple of words." Just listen to him close his eyes and reminisce, that is his thoughts, this is one of the songs he has written for her in the West over the years - "Burial Sand"

"The ancient road of Helan is vast and bleak, and the footprints of the horse team are lonely under the night sky;

The tombstone is so old, time seems to be reversed, and I miss the taste of the sand grains when I go back for a thousand years;

You are my eyes, the symbol of life, I am independent of the desert, listening to the howling wind;

You are my eyes, this grassland is beautiful, I ride a horse in a uniform, and the snow is covered with robes;

The old legend that dancing in the desert, if I die, is the smell of sand burials;

You are my reverse scale, the surrounding of my thoughts, the corners of my mouth, the deep embrace, let me know that the sand burial is so wonderful! ”

I'm your eyes, this sweet smile! ”

His vitality is pure, and there is a bit of taste between low chanting and singing.

"You're pretty bold and eclectic. The old man was impressed," Lao Xu praised

"Mr. is too famous, this word ......" Looking at Mr. Xu's face suddenly solemn, he stopped his words and followed his gaze. There was smoke and dust in the northwest direction, and a group of about 100 people galloped towards the caravan.

"It's not good, it's a rogue!"