The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

When I read this poem when I was a teenager, I inevitably had questions in my heart, the sunset is naturally round, how can the smoke be straight? How can there be cooking smoke in the desert?

Close your eyes and think about it, but the sunset will appear in your mind.

The horizon has been dyed blood-red by the setting sun, as if it has been slashed by the devil, and blood is constantly dripping.

In the distance, you can even hear the terrible cries of crows and vultures, which makes people feel a biting chill.

The weather in the desert is very strange.

The sun was already setting, and the heat that had been accumulated at noon steamed out of the broken sand, making you feel like a sauna, as if you had been put into a steamer.

Hot and muggy are different.

The hot weather is forty or fifty degrees, and the heavens and the earth are like a big furnace that can roast people into salted jerky.

The sweltering weather is about 30 degrees, and the world is like a big cage, obviously the temperature is not very high, but it makes people more uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than the stove.

Even Tang Zhuquan, a broken mouth, seems to have lost his strength after experiencing the stove and steamer.

"His grandmother's", who never left his mouth, can no longer say it, and even the wine bag has been put down.

It's harder to keep him from drinking than it is to keep him from talking.

He can't drink now!

Inside the wine bag in his hand was yogurt soup.

This is when the border guards prepare for the contingent of the legation, and the number is even more than the wine.

If you can't stand the thirst, drink a sip of yogurt soup, which can top ten mouthfuls of water, or you can trouble Shen Lang and let him freeze it with Mingyu's true qi and make yogurt ice cream.

Tang Zhuquan and Shen Lang were not familiar with each other, and they were a little embarrassed, but looking at Shen Lian who was eating fruit smoothies, he could only be cheeky and ask Shen Lang to perform a wonderful mystery.

Then, everybody ate ice cream.

Shen Lang only now understood why Shen Lian didn't let him go to the front station, but followed the mission.

I thought it was to protect Shen Zaikuan, but I didn't expect it to be to eat ice cream, Shen Lang felt ...... I think Shen Lian has a lot of imagination, and the ice cream is so delicious!

Later, you can eat yogurt ice cream in the desert!

The heat dissipated very quickly, and by the time the stars covered the sky, the heat had disappeared and was replaced by a biting chill and a gritty evening breeze.

The skin and flesh are as thick as Tang Zhuquan, and he honestly shrunk his body behind the camel, and scolded Shen Lian two hundred and forty-six times in his heart, and at the same time he was a little excited, this desert trip will be a good thing to talk about.

In the future, drinking and eating meat with friends, and showing off this experience, Long Chengbi will also be very envious.

Every adventurous person will definitely have a few bizarre experiences, will endure hardships, will be in distress, will encounter many tribulations, and even leave scars because of this.

But they still enjoy it.

This is their greatest pride.

This is the most gorgeous picture of their lives.

This is their deepest nostalgia in their later years.

- Lao Tzu conquered the Black Desert when he was young!

If you can say this sentence with your chest high and your head raised in your old age, it will be worth it no matter how hard you endure.

Tang Zhuquan may not be able to do it!

If he doesn't lose weight honestly, it will be difficult for him to hold his chest up and raise his head when he is seventy or eighty years old.

The campfire crackled and burned.

With warm jerky and hu cakes on it, and even a pot of delicious vegetable soup, although Zuo Shi is not a peerless chef, he can always inadvertently use the most ordinary ingredients to give people strange surprises.

Shen Lian slowly exuded pure yang qi.

The soft, warm and warm air gives people a feeling of being embraced by a mother, as if it is not in the desert, but in the south of the Yangtze River where the grass grows and the warbler flies and the peanut trees grow.

Shen Lang couldn't help but complain: "You are always so strange, you can turn the fast into slow, the light into heavy, and the gang qi into softness." ”

In fact, when Shen Lian first practiced martial arts, he also practiced at a glance, earnestly grinding his muscles and bones.

When the foundation is successful, coupled with the wonderful method taught by Wei Qingqingqing, as well as the unique pioneering brain of the free door, it makes the martial arts very abnormal.

The lightning-fast Sunflower Point Acupoint Hand was turned into a Sunflower Vajra Finger and a Sunflower Thousand Cracked Hand by Shen Lian, which could break seven ribs with one finger and knock people unconscious.

The Yang Finger of the Void Point was turned into an internal version by Shen Lian, and the innate pure Yang Qi swirled around in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, swallowing the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, making Shen Lian's physique stronger, and it could also repair the damage.

The intersection of other people's dragons and tigers is the yin and yang dragon and tiger qi in the body, and Shen Lian is the double-claw grappling technique.

The protective qi of other people's homes is an indestructible copper wall, and Shen Lian is an endless warm sun.

With Shen Lang's knowledge, he has never seen such a strange body protection qi, but it is very suitable for Shen Lian.

For example, when Shen Lian and Huo Xiu fought against each other before, if Shen Lian used strength, even if he completed the transformation of King Kong, he would be blasted by Huo Xiu.

Pure yang qi is not afraid of being blasted.

This thing is a thick cotton wool, a babbling stream, which seems to be able to burst at hand, but after being blasted, it can instantly return to its original state.

Huo Xiu could shatter the pure Yang Gang Qi nine hundred and ninety-nine times with a heavy punch, and Shen Lian could easily recover a thousand times.

In the end, Huo Xiu's three-layer defense was broken by Shen Lian, but Shen Lian still had the strength to fight again.

Tang Zhuquan muttered: "His grandmother's, this fucking weather, it's good to have your brothers, otherwise my fat body will enter the belly of a wild wolf sooner or later." ”

Hu Tiehua snorted and chirped: "I think this is very good, you have enough oil and water, you can make the wild wolf last a few more days, and it can be regarded as accumulating some merit." ”

"Lao Tzu will definitely pull you."

"Your light function chased me?"

"I won't be able to catch you now, and when I die and become a ghost, you won't be able to run away, I will hang in front of your eyes every day, singing in your ear."

Chu Liuxiang felt that the two living treasures were chatting, and the more they talked, the more they were not human, and immediately changed the topic.

"I heard that when the ancients went to the desert, they all needed to write poems to express their feelings, what did Zhuang Yuanlang think?"

Shen Zaikuan said: "My literary style is far worse than those great writers, I am smiling and generous when I compose poems, it is better to recite a few poems, which can be regarded as helping you to entertain." ”

Shen Zaikuan's talent is definitely ten times better than that of everyone present combined, but if he composes poems, everyone will definitely subconsciously compare the famous articles of Wang Changling, Gao Shi, Cen Shen and others, which will definitely not be compared.

It's not that it's a matter of talent, but that there is no relevant experience, poetry is inspired by feelings, and only by experiencing it yourself can we write a famous story.

There are people who can write poems without seeing the scenery.

That person's name is Li Bai.

That poem is called "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell".

There are people who can write without seeing a pavilion.

That person's name was Fan Zhongyan.

That article is called "The Story of Yueyang Tower".

There are also people who can write essays when they visit the wrong scenic spots.

That person's name is Su Shi.

That article is called "Red Cliff Fu".

Compared with these great writers, Shen Zaikuan's accumulation is too much worse, at least thirty years behind.

Besides, although the writer has never seen the beautiful scenery, the poems are written with feelings, expressing his inner emotions, not a travelogue of the scenery.

Shen Lian suggested: "Yinshi should be paired with sword dance, we can use swords here, it seems that only cousin and Li Yuhan and Li Gongzi, you two, who will come?" ”

Everyone was very interested, and Shen Lang naturally would not disturb everyone's interest, drawing his sword out of the sheath, and dancing the sword in the galaxy.

Shen Lang doesn't know sword dancing, but he knows swordsmanship.

With the desert wind and sand, the sword comes out.

The sword moves with the stars.

With the mourning huqin and out of the sword.

The sword intent is natural, perfectly integrated in the entire desert, like a desert elf, full of surpassable and refreshing unique beauty.

Shen Zaikuan pointed to the moon.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain;

The lonely city looks at the Yumen Pass;

Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles;

If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it! ”

Shen Lian was a little helpless when he heard this.

Why did you have to kill Loulan when you got to the desert?

Has Loulan eaten our rice?

The biggest unlucky ghost in the Western Regions is Loulan.

It has obviously been destroyed for thousands of years, and it has no great reputation when it exists, but after it was destroyed, it was chased and cut down for thousands of years because of the poet's wonderful pen.

Even Shen Lian couldn't figure it out, was this Loulan's luck or Loulan's misfortune?

Maybe it's luck!

Who wants to lose all traces?

Shen Lian remembered that in his previous life, he had read a story about the creatures of a certain planet being destroyed by monsters, and before they were completely destroyed, these people stored all the text, pictures, films, and television materials in history in a hard drive.

Shen Lian clearly remembered the weight of the hard drive.

Seventeen kilograms!

This is the entire civilization of the entire planet.

When Loulan was destroyed, perhaps the Loulan people also thought about leaving their own traces.

Obscure and nameless annihilated under the yellow sand, turned into gravel under the erosion of time, silently, leaving no trace, and will not be remembered by future generations.

It's too cruel!

Although Loulan has been destroyed for more than a thousand years, it has survived for a long time in another field!

Shen Lian is not a sentimental person, nor does he have any martial arts feelings, but listening to Shen Zaikuan's recitation and watching Shen Lang dance the sword, he actually felt some melancholy.

When did I become sentimental?

Shen Lian shook his head, expelled all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and invited everyone to dance together.

Tang Zhuquan danced the Hu Xuan dance, Hu Tiehua was as light as a flower butterfly, Chu Liuxiang stepped on the moon, Feng Siniang danced with the snake, and Zuo Shi was the long snake.

Li Yuhan and Liu Wumei sang happily, and even Xiao Feng was affected, and with Shen Zaikuan's tone, he sang the heroism of the Great Desert with a rough voice.

Xiao Feng has a bear on his back and a tiger's waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, advancing and retreating, quite the style of Yan Zhao's generous and sad songs, infected by everyone, his heart is swept away, and he sings happily to the sky.

Singing holy.

The song is strong.

The song is beautiful and sad.

Everyone was cheering and dancing.

Some dance swords, some draw swords, some stroke the harp, some warm wine, some chant poems, and some step on the moon.

Under the mysterious and deep desert starlight, the most cheerful, heroic and sparse tunes are sung.

The bonfire crackled and burned, but the crowd was more enthusiastic than the bonfire, as if it was not an envoy, but a believer who had just experienced a great harvest and offered sacrifices to the gods.

On the sand dunes not far from the envoy corps, a young man with a double halberd on his back was looking at the envoy seriously.

The night feather is only a catty!

The descendants of the Mengyuan Golden Family, the Han name Fang Yeyu.

He is the personal disciple of Meng Yuan Qingtian White Jade Pillar "Demon Master" Pang Ban, and the double halberd behind him is Pang Ban's divine weapon that swept the martial arts in the past - the 38 double halberd.

The name is very ordinary, without any special meaning, which is to indicate the length of the halberd.

The halberd is three feet eight inches long!

By analogy, it is like a Zhangba snake spear and a Zhanger red spear, but in terms of the beauty of the name, the Zhangba snake spear is obviously much better than the 38 double halberd.

It doesn't matter if it's good, it's important to be easy to use, it's not important to be easy to use, it's important to be who uses the blade.

The 38 short halberd was in Pang Ban's hands, almost swept through the Baidao martial arts, killing a river of blood, and even the cold fairy of Cihang Jingzhai had to let go of his arrogance.

Now, the Thirty-Eight Halberd was in Fang Yeyu's hands.

Can Fang Yeyu exert the power of this pair of blades?

Nobody knows.

At least Shen Lian didn't know anything about it.

Shen Lian didn't even know that Fang Yeyu was here.

Otherwise, Shen Lian would definitely act in a play, and then take Shen Lang, Xiao Feng and other masters to surround and kill him.

There was a person standing behind Fang Yeyu.

Dressed in yellow, his face is very long, and his skin is fairer than Feng Siniang, tender and smooth like jade, transparent like snow.

There is no trace of stubble on the side of the mouth, and a pair of Danfeng eyes are slender and bright, like a poisonous snake squinting its eyes, with a unique beauty that is cold and evil.

He was definitely not a eunuch, and he had never taken any special drugs, but he had just practiced the Yin and Cold Heart Method.

Li Chimei.

The first guard under the seat of Meng Yuan Khan.

When Meng Yuan's army was defeated, Wu Ruowu Guo Bujing and other masters chased after him and fought fiercely several times, but Meng Yuan Khan successfully escaped under the protection of the masters.

The biggest credit is Li Chimei.

Even Pang Ban didn't dare to underestimate Li Chimei, his speed was too fast.

Speed is power.

The world's martial arts are unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable.

Li Chimei's cultivation method is to take this as the highest pursuit, using the most extreme speed to blast out the most powerful power, hit with one blow, and kill with one blow.

That mental method is called "Heavenly Charm Condensing Yin".

"Heavenly Charm" is as fast as a ghost;

"Ning Yin" is the method of practicing internal strength.

When the yin qi condensed, Li Chimei's body seemed to lose weight, like a breeze and clouds, the speed was unimaginable, the faster the movement, the speed of the true yuan's operation increased, and the more powerful it became.

Shen Lian can card his own bugs, and Li Chimei can do the same, but Shen Lian is power, and Li Chimei is speed, a speed that is more terrifying than ghosts.

Li Chimei is not the highest in Meng Yuan's martial arts, he is not even in the top five, but he is the most difficult.

He's just too fast.

Even if he encounters an invincible enemy, he can escape with extraordinary speed, and he is extremely cautious, never entering a dangerous place easily, and at the slightest disturbance, he will immediately flee with light skills, never stopping half a step.

Even Pang Ban once commented that defeating Li Chimei and killing Li Chimei are completely different concepts.

What's even more terrifying is the character of Li Chimei.

Although Li Chimei is a martial arts master, he has no master demeanor, nor does he have the demeanor of his predecessors, he is loyal to Meng Yuan, and is willing to give everything for Meng Yuan.

Masters such as Pang Banmeng Chixing, although their martial arts are unfathomable, their minds are all in the way of heaven.

If one day, they find an opportunity to shatter the void, and they will leave without hesitation.

Even if they pay with their lives for this, even if they fall on the way to the shattered void, they will never regret it.

Li Chimei is completely different, his mind is all on Meng Yuan, fighting for Meng Yuan wholeheartedly, he doesn't care about his face, and he doesn't care about the future of martial arts.

From the perspective of martial arts, Pang Ban, a peerless demon lord who concentrates on martial arts, is the most terrifying, because he only has martial arts in his heart, and he will do anything for martial arts.

From the perspective of the imperial court, Li Chimei's value was obviously higher, so he held great power.

If Li Chimei was unwilling, even if Fang Yeyu was a descendant of the Golden Family, he was not qualified to order him.

For Li Chimei, Fang Yeyu has always called him a teacher, and he never dares to be disrespectful, and this time he paid countless prices for letting Li Chimei accompany him.

Li Chimei said coldly: "Do you want to defeat Shen Lian, or assassinate Shen Zaikuan?" ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"Of course there is, not only are there differences, but they are also very different, and the gap is like a chasm."

"Please explain your doubts."

"Although Shen Lian is strong in martial arts, he is just a catcher, he is just an ordinary martial artist!"

It's really tiring to climb the mountain and travel out, it's all people

(End of chapter)