Earthen houses, earthen walls, earth surfaces.

The weather is dry and rainy, and the dryness is abnormal.

The water falls to the ground and quickly seeps and dries.

Blood is also water.

Infiltrate the land and cover it with sand.

It is exactly the same as the surrounding sand and blends in.

I didn't see anything.

The body was buried again.

It seems that everything has disappeared.

The shepherd stood at the door.

Hold a dustpan in your hand.

The dustpan was filled with sand.

He stood indifferently in the doorway, like a stake.

"Deal with that pile of meat too!" said the red-faced man, sipping his wine, pointing to the black shadow outside the door.

The shepherd stood indifferently.

"Shepherd, deal with it......" Master Niu picked up the jar and poured wine for the two men, and shouted at the shepherd again.

"Well...... shepherd replied abruptly, put the dustpan at the door, turned around and grabbed the second sister-in-law You who was standing behind her, and the two walked over together.

Shi Xiaosi was lying on his back on the dirt road in front of the tavern, and a wisp of dirty blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, running down his cheek and dripping on the road.

As soon as he touched his nostrils, he had already died of exhaustion.

The blood stains on the road do not need to be treated, and they disappear sooner or later under the hooves of horses, camels, donkeys, sheep, sheep and people.

Of course, the corpse cannot lie in the doorway and disappear naturally.

The two sisters-in-law bent down again and lifted Shi Xiaosi......

Three white horses were still tied to a stake at the doorway.

The red-faced man and the bearded man had eaten enough meat and drunk enough wine, and slowly walked out of the tavern, saw the white horse, and walked over.

What a good horse.

The head and tail are one foot, eight feet high, and the whole body is as white as snowflakes, without half a stray hair.

"This horse can still ......," said the beard, patting the horse's back.

"That's the ......," the red-faced man hiccuped in.

"Or ......"

"No matter how small the fly is, it is also meat, and if it is sent to the door, don't do it in vain!"

"Yes!"

"Take!"

The two men turned on their horses, took three white horses, turned their heads, and galloped away.

Only a trail of smoke and dust remained.

Niu Ye sat back at the counter and was silent.

The young man in the cloth shirt, who had been sitting in the corner, finished his drink, stood up silently, walked to the counter, left some loose silver, and turned and walked out of the tavern.

Tranquility has returned to the tavern.

Niu Ye sat quietly behind the counter, staring into the distance with deep-set eyes, and his gaze seemed to be far away, far away......

The shepherd rubbed the table blankly.

Second sister-in-law You is chopping meat in the back kitchen.

The town is peaceful......

It was getting dark.

Niu Ye walked out of the tavern.

Holding three jugs of wine in his hand.

Behind the tavern, on a gentle slope, on the slope, grew the poplar tree.

It was so tall that it could be seen from ten miles away in this wilderness of rare trees.

Under the tree, two tombs.

No tombstones, no words.

Just two inconspicuous little mounds.

So simple, so cold.

No one knew whose grave it was, so it was alone under the poplar tree.

The people who saw the tall aspen from afar, who knew that there were two graves under the tree?

They're right there.

Whether anyone saw it or not, they were always there.

At least, Niu Ye can see it.

Visible every day.

At every dusk, it is especially visible......

Niu Ye took the wine and walked silently to the grave.

There was a stone in front of the grave, unusually smooth, as if it had been polished by something.

There was another stone, square, like a stone table.

Niu Ye naturally sat down on the stone, and put the wine in his hand on the stone table.

Sitting here, you can see the whole town.

The earthen houses are cramped, and the paths are winding.

It was dusk, and the road was empty.

Looking into the distance, to the north, you can see the continuous grassland.

To the south, you can see the endless sea of sand.

Niu Ye sat on the stone, neither looking far nor overlooking.

Silently picked up the flask, poured a little in front of the two graves, and drank it yourself.

There are no wine glasses and bowls, so you can drink it directly from the spout.

Take a sip and pour a little.

Pour a little and take a sip.

After drinking a pot, I lifted another pot......

No one knows whose grave it is.

Perhaps, there is his most affectionate brother buried in it, right?

Or the enemy?

Or the opponent......

The town is peaceful.

Deep in the desert, but the fire is bright.

Thousands of torches illuminate a sand nest as bright as day.

A sand nest.

A few mud huts, a few tents, a few underground nests.

An inconspicuous landscape in the middle of the desert.

It is such a sand nest, which is the lair of the quicksand gang.

Thousands of torches burned.

There are also several large fires in the middle.

The smoke was black, and the flames were blood-red.

The dancing flames in the night are like demons with fangs and claws.

Even more terrifying than demons is a group of people with gloomy faces.

Riding on a horse, wearing linen and filial piety, dancing with a sword.

They raised their heads to the sky and howled, brandishing their bright knives, and went crazy to the extreme.

It's just crazy.

Thousands of miles of desert have also been rampant for several years.

As soon as the tip of their knife reached out of the desert, the two leaders were killed.

Killed by an inconspicuous scimitar.

It was so easy to dry.

So fast.

A group of big men shouted for revenge and hatred.

But where is the enemy?

In front of the fire, more than a dozen big men knelt shirtless.

One by one, their hands were tied behind their backs.

One by one shivered.

The desert at night is indeed cold.

But who knows, what makes them tremble is the cold in the desert?

Is it a board knife that is shining brightly in the back?

Or, that nightmare in my heart?

What a horrible dream that was?

A ghostly man in black! A ghostly scimitar!

Relying on the banner of the quicksand gang, riding horses and whips, what a scenery it will be when you cross the desert!

Think of the stupid bartender in the tavern, such characters, how dare they look up and face them in the desert?

The vast desert is boundless, as vast as the sea of stars, as wide as the long sky.

They run rampant in the desert.

They are the heavens of the desert.

It rarely rains in the desert.

Thunder is also rarely heard.

The name of Ma Wentian, the leader of the horse gang, is a thunderclap in the desert.

Relying on these three words-

What the desert has, they have.

Whatever they want, they have.

They have what they want......

Clinker, just a few hours ago, a lonely and nameless man in black, a scimitar, not allowing them to see clearly, the head of the second boss has moved!

Their heads move so fast!

Didn't shout at all......

Could it be that the soul seducer who came out of hell?

A gust of night wind blew, and a group of shirtless men trembled even more......

Less help the master of the horse.

A teenager in his early twenties.

Wearing heavy filial piety, hand-held board knife.

His face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

He hated the ghostly man in black.

I hate this group of cowards who escaped from the battle.

When his father Ma Wentian was there, he coughed, and there was a thunderclap in the sky above the desert, and a stomp was an earthquake.

Relying on the prestige of the quicksand to help Ma Wentian, and collecting rent at the end of the year, that homeless person dares to shirk half a sentence?

Just such a character, his head was cut off like this, and he was still on the table.

A bunch of waste, who only knows how to eat and drink on weekdays. met a black-clothed birdman, and watched the head of the family be cut off, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

Even the corpses of the two leaders were not robbed.

Flee for your life.

What is the use of this waste?

knew that the helper was dead, but he couldn't mourn.

I want to seek revenge, but I don't know where the enemy is.

The dignified quicksand gang, how could he have been bullied like this......

The more I think about it, the more angry I become.

Suddenly, I only heard a loud shout from the horseman, raised the board knife high, and slashed a shirtless man to the ground.

Several big men were shocked and fell to the ground one after another, kowtowing and begging bitterly.

The young gang leader could hear this, crackled, and after a while, chopped all these cowards to the ground.

The big men on their horses let out a howl like wolves.

More than a dozen shirtless men fell to the ground, blood seeping into the sand, and in the blink of an eye, they dried up.

The night wind gusted, and the cold became more and more attacking.

The young gang leader turned over and got on his horse, and his anger did not subside, and he shouted loudly: "Come on, drag these wastes out and throw them into the desert to feed the wolves!"

A few minions screamed, threw ropes, lassoed the corpses, slapped their mounts on the crotch, and more than a dozen corpses followed the horses and swam out in the sea of sand like fish.

Only a few scratches remained.

The evening breeze hunted and quickly smoothed out the traces.

Everything disappeared without a trace.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and the man who had gone out to inquire about the news finally returned.

The man in black is nowhere to be found.

The bodies of the gang leader and the second leader have disappeared.

But those three horses, three white horses, are now on the pastures of the mountain gang.

Horses, white horses, three white horses!

It was these horses that killed my father.

It also swept away the prestige of the quicksand gang......

At the thought of this, the horse's mouth creaked, and he almost crushed two rows of teeth.

He roared angrily, and whipped the horse's ass with all his might, and the black horse under his crotch had rushed out like an arrow.

The scenes of his father Ma Wentian's heroic and dry clouds in the desert came to mind......

He didn't have a mother.

Father Ma Wentian, but there are many women.

The women were as dry as the sand in the desert.

When they were brought back on their father's horseback, their faces were blank.

It is as tasteless as the sand and gravel in the desert.

So many women.

There were so many that he couldn't count them when he was young.

Among so many women, there is no mother......

But he didn't hate his father.

It's like my father has always loved him.

The father had many women, but the father only loved him.

I can't remember if I was seven or eight years old, but my father brought back a very young woman on horseback. The woman was so young that when I saw her, I remembered the sprouts of grass that had just sprouted in the sand nest in the spring.

She's as dry as the desert.

But she was really young, very young......

He had no mother and no sister.

He wanted to call the woman sister.

One day, he finally called her "sister" with a red face, not wanting the woman to be startled, and accidentally knocked over his water bladder.

He explained to his father for a long time, and he listened to him for a long time, so long that he fell asleep. When I woke up, I never saw the woman again......

The desert is vast.

The desert is also barren.

The people in the desert live a very hard life.

His father, Ma Wentian, lived in the desert.

He didn't want to live a hard life.

His young son, he didn't want him to live a hard life.

He has nothing else.

He has a board knife.

If you don't want to live a hard life, you have to pick up the knife and keep fighting.

Endless fighting......

For as long as he can remember, his father has been fighting non-stop.

The father's horse ran farther and farther.

The scars on my father's body grew.

There are more and more brothers around my father.

There were more and more women in my father's house.

A lot of opponents fell.

Many brothers also fell.

More brothers followed.

The banner of the quicksand gang has finally been erected......

But because of the scimitar in the hand of a ghost-like man in black, all this came to an abrupt end.

Now it's his turn.

He has seen a lot of hard times in the desert.

But he had never lived that life, and he didn't want to live that life.

Thanks to his father's hard work, he had a unique childhood in the desert.

Now the father is down.

He also grew up.

The banner of the quicksand gang cannot be fallen.

He couldn't tolerate his father's head being laid out on the table like a sacrifice.

It is even more intolerable that those poor people in the desert who are desperately struggling to survive look at him with level-eyed or even down-looking eyes!

When his father Ma Wentian was there, those people would only look up from afar, pay tribute and pay rent on time, and tremble cautiously.

In the future, when they see him and his horse, these people can only look up respectfully from afar, and they can't make a little mistake......

He had no mother and no sister.

There was a lack of women in his life.

He needs women.

He wants to have more women.

More than my father's.

Better than father's.

A young woman, a moisturized woman, a feminine woman.

As soft as a prairie and as moisturizing as a prairie......

The north wind hunts, and the horse's hooves run wild.

A solitary moon hangs over his head.

If you keep running in this direction, you can run out of the desert, run through the mountains of the two realms, and run to the grassland......

In the grassland ahead, there may be enemies hidden.

There, he can take revenge, and he can be ashamed.

Even, the banner of the quicksand gang can be re-established, which is higher and stronger than the original! The wind cannot blow down, and the knife cannot be overturned.

There are also herds of cattle and horses.

There are also moisturized women there.

In that boundless grassland, he can take root and make a name for himself......

The desert is barren, but the steppe is rich.

How many people are tired of the monotony of the desert and yearn for the diversity of the grassland.

How many people abandoned the poor and peaceful nests in the desert, and walked to the rich grassland without hesitation.

How many people walked into the grassland and never came back.

The beautiful and fertile grassland, but the blood of man?

The horse owl didn't think so much.

I wouldn't think about it either.

His horse's hooves were galloping.

His heart is running wild......

The sound of horses' hooves, galloping like flying.

I don't know how long it took.

The sky was getting brighter, and the desert had been left behind.

A mountain of dirt appeared in front of him.

The grass and trees are sparse and yellow.

Two Realms Mountain!

It's not a desert, but it seems to be more desolate than a desert.

This is not a grassland, and the echo under the horse's hooves seems to be more distant than the grassland......

The horseman's mount is galloping.

Sweat is like washing.

The whipping on its body was so tight that it couldn't breathe for half a moment.

A heavy flag ran at the front of the horse team, facing the north wind, crackling like rolling thunder.

A huge tiger head on the flag, grinning with a bloody mouth and exposed fangs, went straight to the direction of the grassland.

He will plant this flag in the steppe and on the heads of his enemies......

A street.

A row of earthen houses.

A humble tavern.

The horse snapped the reins, and the galloping horse came to a halt.

The prosaic blue cloth wine flag swayed in the wind.

My father and the second head of the family died here.

The horse owl pondered, but did not dismount.

He knew that the mysterious man in black was not here.

The spies had told him earlier.

As for the old man, there are bartenders and the like, such little people, he will never look at each other squarely.

Ahead.

Ahead is the grassland.

The enemy was not found, and the white horse that caused the incident was clearly on the grassland!

What are you waiting for?

Another whip, and the already drenched mount howled and rushed out......