In the desert, a pair of young men and women walked, the girl was Mingshu and the boy was Li Xiang. Li Xiang followed Yang Mingtai's instructions to carry out the training, and Mingshu was responsible for protecting his safety. Li Xiang's external identity is "Wu", there is no Wu in Jiuqiu, but people know Wu and know that they can communicate with ghosts and gods, which is a good cover for Li Xiang's ability.

It has been two days since he left Tingchao Lake, but what Li Xiang saw along the way was full of desolation, which made a huge gap with the beautiful scenery of Tingchao Lake. Mingshu told Li Xiang that this desert is very large, and the nearest oasis from here is the mouth of the Mengfan River in the south, which is still about half a day's way away. More than 100 kilometers to the northwest is Mengfan Village, which is also the first stop of our travels. Now you have two choices, go to the mouth of the Meng Pham River to see the harvest of the people, camp in the oasis, and then turn back to Meng Pham village the next day, or go directly to Meng Pham village, where we camp in the desert. Li Xiang chose the former without hesitation.

Li Xiang's physical strength is much better than when he came, he eats "Daliguo" every day, and has a beautiful sparring partner, his body is still thin, but his muscles are still a lot stronger, and now it is not a big problem to walk sixty or seventy miles a day. It's just that compared with Mingshu around him, he is a little ashamed of himself.

In front of her brother, Mingshu has always been a good girl, quiet and quiet. As soon as my brother left, Mingshu's ADHD committed. Li Xiang didn't go fast, she wasn't in a hurry, and when Li Xiang was waiting, she was carrying a big bag from time to time to run high or turn back for a short distance, as if she couldn't run out. Mingshu's saying is that if you don't practice for a day, your body will rust.

Mingshu's bag contained two light tents, dry food and some clothes and other daily necessities, because there were many deserts along the way, it was not as convenient and affordable as building a tent to plant souls, and the energy consumption of planting souls in the desert was twice that of the oasis. Energy points are limited, so you can save a little. Mingshu is indeed a very frugal girl, and when she left, she did not forget to go back to the bamboo house and bamboo forest. The so-called return is to recover it by Yu Wan and return 30% of the energy points spent when planting souls.

In the desert, the young man carries a small bag, the girl carries a big bag, the goose walking and duck walking with a small bag, and the active and active carrying a big bag, this picture, no matter how you look at it, is incongruous. After walking more than ten miles, Li Xiang was tired, and the two rested against a big rock. Li Xiang was a little envious of Yang Mingtai's flying Jianmu branches, but he was embarrassed to say the words of envy, so he said something without words, calculate the time, Brother Mingtai and Uncle Bofeng have returned to Kunwu's house. Mingshu was happy when she heard this, this generation is chaotic. Mingtai called Brother Bofeng, Li Xiang shouted Brother Mingtai, but stubbornly called Bofeng uncle.

Uncle Bofeng in Li Xiang's mouth is Qin Bofeng, a disciple of Master Qi Yun, two days ago, the bamboo house in Tingchaohu Lake finally welcomed this long-awaited guest, he had a flat head, a handful of human beard, wearing a cyan Republic of China robe, looking forty years old, but the actual age is estimated to be more than a thousand years old. If it weren't for the fact that this uncle was 1.8 meters tall, Li Xiang would have thought that Mr. Lu Xun had also crossed over. In order to hide his whereabouts, he spared many roads, so he delayed for a few days. His face was covered with dust and his expression was slightly tired. didn't bother to wash up, and after a few words of greeting, he turned the conversation to He Yafei. Yang Mingtai quipped, Isn't the soul cultivator who does cooking supposed to be more able to cultivate qi? Brother Bofeng, why can't you change your fiery temperament. Qin Bofeng doesn't mind, isn't this He Yafei praised by you as a good seedling that is rare in a thousand years? Yang Mingtai told him about He Yafei's past, and Qin Bofeng was even more impatient to pull Yang Mingtai away, this man who is obsessed with cooking is like a thirst for a spring, Yang Mingtai can't help it, so he can only let him. From meeting to stepping on the Jianmu branch and leaving, Qin Bofeng only said hello to Mingshu and Li Xiang - this uncle is not good at human feelings. After Yang Mingtai and Qin Bofeng left, Li Xiang asked Mingshu a very boring question, why is Jianmu Zhi a pencil? Mingshu said, do you have a reason to let three people grab a branch at the same time? Pencil can, my brother planted an idea of playing with a pen fairy in the minds of the three of you.

Li Xiang leaned against the stone, his eyebrows furrowed, "Sister Shu, there is a question I haven't figured out, as soon as we arrived, Uncle Bofeng set off, and he walked on the road for seventeen days." You mentioned to me that Brother Tai informed you when he learned that we had entered the Void, and you also set off from Master Qi Yun, so how many days did it take you to Tingchao Lake?" Li Xiang's address to Yang Mingtai's brothers and sisters became more concise and closer.

Mingshu said: "Like him, I also spared some roads, but I ran faster, it took me fourteen days, two hours earlier than you." ”

Li Xiang's brows furrowed even tighter, "That is to say, we stayed in the void for fourteen days, and I was unconscious, but Yafei said that he just played a game for a while, and he arrived." ”

Mingshu shook her head: "I don't know about this, I have always been very confused about the concept of time, and my brother is not interested. ”

It seems that there will be no answer to this question, Li Xiang regrets a little why he didn't read "A Brief History of Time" in the first place, but why can Brother Tai roughly calculate the time when we arrived?

Mingshu looked at Li Xiang in surprise, "Why did you suddenly become stupid? ”

Near evening, Li Xiang and Yang Mingshu stood on a high post in the northeast corner of the estuary, south of the Fengling River and the confluence of the Corrugated River, the two turbulent rivers collided passionately, lifting a water curtain wall dozens of meters high, outside the wall is a messy water ball, a wave did not fall, a wave rose again, smashed the front curtain wall, the fragments fell chaotically, has not returned to the river, the rear curtain wall is broken again. Although more than ten miles away, Li Xiang was also stunned. Mingshu said that the huge waves disturbed the air current, and people could be swept up by the turbulence as long as they were 20 meters close to the shore. However, turbulence is not without its benefits, and every August, an anticyclone wind forms in Shenmin Hill that sweeps through Jiuqiu. Tens of millions of seeds will be released at this time, and the winged seeds will float to various places with the cyclone, and when the seeds pass here, some of the seeds will break away from the traction of the anticyclone wind and scatter in the estuary in front of them. Therefore, the estuary where the two rivers meet is generally called the harvest field.

Turning over the hill, there is a tomb at the foot of the mountain, and the tombstone reads "The tomb of the old man Meng Gongfan", which should be the tomb of Meng Fan, Li Xiang and Mingshu folded their hands and worshipped at present.

When I arrived at the estuary, the sun had already set, the sky was still two moons, and the eastern sky was a dark blue-gray crescent, like a piece of rough gravel that had been smashed off more than half embedded in the purple sky, there was no sense of existence, but it would not make people ignore its existence, Li Xiang came to Jiuqiu, or the first time he saw the Xuanwu moon. Xuanwu is the most visually compact of the four moons, and should be only the size of a fist. And the largest Suzaku Moon has already stood up tremblingly on the western horizon, and her huge size makes Li Xiang, who is used to looking at the moon on the earth, feel unreal. The red full moon warms the estuary with a layer of apricot red, some ambiguous colors.