After eating tiger meat, I swept away the haze of the past few days, and I was much more energetic. That night I slept with them in the woods, and the next morning I traveled east with them.

Far from the Desert of Death, we entered the territory of the Black Khan. There are many big rivers in the Black Khanate, there are more than a dozen big rivers running through the southeast and northwest, and there are more than 1,000 miles in the north and south of the territory, because the weather here is changeable, the terrain is quite steep, and it is known as the title of "Styx River" in the locality, but the Black Khan is connected to the Kunlun Mountains in the east, and the local people regard themselves to the north Xuan, thinking that black is the most noble color, so they have the honorific title of "Black Kunlun Mountain". Barasagon was the capital of the Black Khanate, built by the lake, and was a well-known capital between the Uighurs and the Tibetan kingdoms, the Black Khan was not small, but the population was far from that large, and the people of its affiliated tribes were only tens of thousands, and most of these people gathered near the capital of Balasagon. The last time I crossed the Black Khan with the Seven Great Sects, I saw the prosperity of this capital from afar, and many wizards and merchants in the Western Regions would stay in Barasagon for a few days to replenish supplies, grain and grass.

But that was only a few months ago, and this time we passed through the Black Khan, but there were very few people, and there were merchops in the Death Swamp, and even this land seemed to be deserted, and the road was deserted. Tang Niu told me that the city lord of Shacheng urgently told the world about the mutation in the Death Swamp, and that the local people of Black Khan had to know that the monsters were rampant and temporarily moved to the shore of Lake Alahu in the northeast, where the Uighur kingdom was bordered to the west, and if there was any change in the Death Swamp, they could immediately move the whole country to the Uighur territory as a precaution.

On the third day, we walked out of the black sweat, and on the evening of the third day, in a gentle drizzle, we arrived at the westernmost foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

The Kunlun Mountains are vast from east to west, and there is a large river in the north and south at the foot of the westernmost mountain, which is the main stream of the Tarim River. The river flows from the north to the south, and flows south to the territory of Tibet.

I stood on a boulder and looked at the rushing river in front of me. This great river lies between the two mountains, and flows through the gap between the two mountains, and it is only about 100 steps from the place where I stand at my feet to the foot of the opposite mountain, and there is an old and dilapidated stone bridge in the middle. This is the narrowest section of the river, the stone bridge was built by the Kunlun faction in the early years, it is made of stubborn mountain stones, it is indestructible, if it is from the Kunlun faction to the death swamp, here is the nearest section, and it is also the only way.

Looking at the towering Kunlun Mountains, I felt a sense of complexity in my heart. Last time, I was in a hurry because I followed the footsteps of the Seven Great Sects, and I didn't pay attention to many places along the way, but now I am rushing back to the Kunlun Sect, although the time is not so tight, and I can see many magnificent beauties, but the closer I get to the Kunlun Sect, the more uneasy I am. In the past few days, Tang Niu and the others have been chatting about the Seven Great Sects and the Immortal Hall almost every day, although they are mercenaries, but in their bones they are on the side of the Seven Great Sects, and they are all talking about "evil does not prevail over righteousness, pride and ambition" and the like, I can hear calluses in my ears, and when they talk about hateful things, they will even scold me with them. Perhaps, it is really the terrible words of people and my heart, I have heard this kind of words a lot, but it makes me a little afraid of the Kunlun faction.

I was watching, Tang Niu and a few people walked over from behind, and when they saw this stone bridge, Xu Qing suddenly smiled and said: "Finally rushed back, no matter how sinister the west is, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, any evil demon path must stop here." ”

A mercenary with a strong figure continued: "That is, Kunlun Mountain is a sacred place, the Western Regions are chaotic everywhere, and the tribal wars have been endless for many years, but no one dares to spread wild in Kunlun Mountain, because Kunlun Mountain is blessed by mountain gods to protect this side of the water and soil." ”

The person who spoke was Liang Xiansheng, Tang Niu's deputy, and he was the most eloquent among them, and he was the one who mentioned that I was a spy of the Demon Sect that night. Hearing him say that there is a mountain god blessed by Kunlun Mountain, I don't think it's a little funny. The Kunlun Mountains are just huge mountains, where can there be any gods to protect them? Just because there is a Kunlun sect in the mountains located here. Although the Kunlun faction is located in the Western Regions, it is one of the seven major sects in the rivers and lakes, and its power is among the best, and the children in the sect are all carefully selected elite talents, with more than 10 million people, plus the Kunlun faction's martial arts are broad and profound, even if the tribes in the Western Regions are chaotic, no one dares to go to this kind of place to be bored.

At this time, Tang Niu walked up to me, stood beside me, and said with a smile: "Brother Shadow Chasing, let's separate here, we will continue to go south along the mountain road and go to the south of Tubo." ”

This stone bridge leads to the Kunlun sect, and you can enter the territory of Tibet by going south for more than 100 miles along the mountain road under our feet. I was surprised: "You're not going back to the Central Plains?"

Tang Niu said: "We will go back, but we will not go through the Kunlun faction, we will go all the way down from the south of Tubo, and return to Middle-earth through Dali." ”

The territory of the Tibetan country is vast, and they chose to detour from the south, which is a distance of thousands of miles. I said, "Why do you have to walk so far?"

Tang Niu smiled and said, "We haven't been able to do what the king has asked us to do, let's see if we can go to Tubo and Dali to try our luck, and then find other treasures to compensate." ”

He said it very freely, and I smiled casually: "Good luck and farewell." ”

"Farewell. ”

With that, a few people walked along the mountain road towards the south. I looked at their departing backs, and I felt inexplicable in my heart. I didn't have a good impression of them in just a few days with these mercenaries, but I didn't have any hatred for them, although they often had words of betrayal of faith in their mouths these days, but from them I saw He Yun, Yang Chong and several other dart masters. Life is like a dart, walking on the rivers and lakes, it is really rare for a few of them to abide by the moral rules, and the style of the world's dart game is very similar, it has been almost three months since I left the dart game, and I don't know what is happening in the dart game now.

I scratched my hair, I had been wandering around the Western Regions all this time, I almost forgot what it meant to take a bath, the paint on my face had long been washed off by me with rainwater, but my body had been stinking, and my hair was sticky and dirty.

Bidding farewell to Tang Niu, I walked onto this stone bridge. The Kunlun faction built this stone bridge to facilitate access, they were originally the gate faction, and the bridge they built was also quite a big style, the bridge deck design is very wide, five carriages can run side by side, the bridge body of the big stone fits tightly, and the whole bridge looks simple and thick. It's just that this stone bridge has been weathered for a long time, the color has become very vicissitudes, the potholes on the bridge deck have been full of small shallow pits left by the rain, and the patterns carved on the bridge body have almost been weathered, and I don't know how many years this bridge has been built here.

The bridge is about 100 steps long. Standing on the bridge, looking down at the rushing river under the bridge, but only feel deafening in the ears, the river is rushing and turbulent, the water vapor between the two mountains is pervasive, and a curved rainbow bridge can be faintly seen on the two mountains, which is quite pleasant.

100 or so steps, not very long. On the other side of the bridge, it is connected to the woods of the Kunlun Mountains. It is rare to be able to build such a stone bridge over the river, which is not under the jurisdiction of the Kunlun faction, but they pave a convenient road here, and it is no wonder that various tribes in the Western Regions respect it. Walking to the middle of the bridge, I looked up at the rainbow bridge in the sky, in the dimness, I can see more clearly, plus the magnificent scene of two mountains and one river, this place also looks peaceful. I don't know why, I suddenly thought of Zheng Dongsheng and He Erniang's admonition again.

If I want to leave, I can leave Mobei right now.

Flying away may be able to avoid these nuisances, but at least I can keep myself safe and put down roots elsewhere for the rest of my life.

As soon as I thought about this, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Bow your head and walk forward.

At this time, the sunset was over, and the figures of Tang Niu and a few people could no longer be seen on the mountain road behind him, and only a red sunset remained on the outline of the faint mountains far away in the west. The end of the stone bridge juts out into the woods, and the light is dim, and only a little whitish pavement can be seen there.

After crossing the stone bridge and walking forward, it was the end of the day again, and there was a sound of insects chirping in the woods.

It's spring, and the insects are noisy at night. In the woods, the light was even darker, and it was not very clear to see only the shadows of the trees and the thick foliage that covered the sky from the sky. As I was walking, I suddenly heard the gentle twitching of branches and leaves in the woods in front of me.

Although the sound was soft, the boiling insect chirping around it suddenly stopped.

Someone!

I stopped and looked up, but I saw a man in a brown short jacket lying on a branch on a high tree dozens of steps away, the light was too dim, I couldn't see it very clearly, I could only faintly see him holding a short stick in his hand, and he was slowly knocking on his thigh for a while, looking quite pleasant.