The desert city is called Yumen, which is located in the western border of the Tang Dynasty. In autumn, the yellow sand began to fill the sky, and the poisonous beasts were rampant, and it lasted until the spring solstice of the next year, and was called the Mocheng Jade Gate by the people of Xuanguo.

But after the spring breeze, it will be a different scene. The yellow sand no longer reaches the sky, the poisonous beasts disappear, and a thick layer of moss and wild flowers will grow on the Gobi Desert outside Yumen City, like a gorgeous blanket.

At that time, the people in Yumen City would transport the tea and silk from the country in winter, and even the pen and ink calligraphy that did not flow into the stream, all of them to be transported to the feudal kingdom hundreds of miles away from Yumen City, and they exchanged ideas and harvested a lot.

But this year's autumn wind came early, so that some people didn't even have time to return to the city.

In a carriage full of goods, a family of four is snuggling up in the carriage to keep warm.

The northwest wind whistled the carriage, as if it was about to be blown apart in the next moment. The man in the carriage shouted a horse in the gale, and the horse stopped.

The man walked out of the carriage wrapped in a thick scarf, still choked on the yellow sand carried by the wind, and he stepped forward and gently stroked the horse that had been blown gray by the gale, feeling pity. When he got to the cart, he tightened the rope that bound the goods, and then took out a large bundle of grass from the cart and brought it to the horse's mouth.

The horse squinted his eyes and leaned over and began to chew on the grain, but before he could eat a few bites, his stomach was filled with the howling northwest wind, and he hugged the horse's head tightly, trying to help it block the wind.

But the wind is stronger, and the sand is denser.

Suddenly, an exclamation mixed with the sound of wood breaking whistled, and before the man could react, he had been hit on the head by the flying wood.

The man fell to the ground with a grunt.

At this moment, the carriage has been blown down by the increasingly violent wind!

The woman in the carriage threw her arms around her children, jumped out of the carriage, threw herself on the man who had fallen in front of the horse, and began to cry.

The horse, who was not hurt because of the man's protection, poked his head down and licked the man with his tongue.

The sound of the wind, the whirling of sand and stones, the cries of women and children, and the neighing of horses, mingled together like a sad song drifting towards the unsightly distance.

Suddenly, the wind stopped and the sand stopped.

The woman raised her face suspiciously with her arms around the child, and an unknown expression appeared on her dusty face.

She saw a man. The man wore a fur hat and a suit of furs, but he was barefoot, bare-handed, and bare-necked.

The wind and sand did not stain him in the slightest.

He smiled at her and asked her to make room.

The woman still held the two children tightly, but moved to the side to make room for him.

He just stepped forward and patted the man.

The man who had just been lying on the ground woke up.

He got up and looked at the man in front of him who was not stained with sand, then looked at his wife and children who were still with tears next to him, and then looked around without wind and sand, and wondered.

He didn't understand, just as he didn't understand why this year's autumn wind came so early.

The man pointed to the distance and said, "I'm going to Xuanguo, would you like to go together?"

The injured man touched his head, no longer in pain, and looked at the woman suspiciously.

"He saved us. "The woman and the child have stopped crying.

"Brother, let's sit in the car. The man shouted.

He shook his head and walked on.

The man, his wife and children got into the carriage and shouted, and the horse began to gallop forward.

But no matter how fast the carriage was, it couldn't catch up with the man's footsteps.

He walked step by step, and the carriage galloped behind.

No wind, no sand.

Until the man in the car saw the Yumen Tower again, he never saw the man in front of him again.

The carriage drove into the city gate, and the man in the car asked the guard at the city gate, "Can you see a man in beast clothes entering the city?"

The guards at the city gate shouted loudly: "Where is the beast-clothed man, hurry into the city, I am going to close the gate, don't let the sand outside the city blow into the city!"

As the door was tightly closed, a family of four in the car walked down, knelt on the ground, knocked their heads three times in a row, and then raised their heads, their faces were already full of tears.

The man stood on the top of the tower, smiling at the four men in front of the carriage.

Suddenly, a few birdsongs came through the clouds, and the man frowned, and disappeared into the wind in a blink of an eye.

The capital of Xuanguo, the people call it Kyoto, this majestic city has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, without the slightest damage, it is like a sleeping dragon, without opening its eyes can deter the whole world.

Xiongcheng is very big, but there are more people.

Twelve twelve twelve-meter-wide gates were opened in the east, west, north and south of Xiongcheng, but they could not let the flow of people entering and leaving the city gate be a little sparse, which shows the prosperity of this Xiongcheng.

At this moment, three people were standing outside the city.

One person in a green shirt, one person in a red robe, and one person in a beast robe.

They stood with their hands folded, looking in the same direction.

The man in the beast's garment said, "It's getting dark." "It's really getting dark.

The man in the red robe said, "The water is going to dry up." "The clouds in the sky are really gone.

The man in the green shirt said, "He's coming." ”

All three of them suddenly fell silent, staring earnestly in the same direction, and at this time the world seemed to be silent, and the three of them could only hear the increasingly rapid birdsong coming through the clouds.

The screams grew more and more harsh, and one of them said, "I'm afraid I'm going to cry blood." ”

One of them said, "It's a little blood to be profound." ”

The other looked at him and smiled, and said, "Are you afraid?"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed, then said goodbye and turned to leave.