Zhao Ming sat on the back of a camel, at this moment he was following a caravan through the desert, Zhao Ming looked at the endless sea of sand, and couldn't help sighing, since he entered this desert a month ago, he has never seen life, and occasionally saw some small animals and some sand snakes, scorpions and the like, so that Zhao Ming had a feeling of disgust for this desert for no reason. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the others seemed to be accustomed to the monotonous scenery of the desert, and although the rest of the caravan did not laugh and talk, they did not see anyone with such an irritated expression on their faces.

Zhao Ming moved his already hot buttocks, sighed and began to continue to look around the boring desert, at this time he couldn't help but think of the scene when he hadn't stepped into this desert a month ago.

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Zhao Ming rarely left the main altar of the Ming Sect smoothly, the attitude of the Taishang Elder of the Ming Sect towards Zhao Ming made Zhao Ming himself confused, it stands to reason that the little old man, as the Taishang Elder of the Ming Sect, is also the only congenital powerhouse of the Ming Sect in the Central Plains, for Zhao Ming, who dares to provoke the Ming Sect, not to mention a thousand cuts, then at least he must be punished, otherwise the face of the Ming Sect will be passed out, but the final result is that the little old man invited Zhao Ming to drink tea and was ready to leave Zhao Ming for dinner, if it wasn't for Zhao Ming's refusal, it is estimated that he would have started to prepare lunch, which made Zhao Ming full of confusion even if he went down the mountain, I can't figure out what this little old man is thinking.

However, Zhao Ming didn't bother much in the end, anyway, the other party didn't make any excessive demands on himself, and he didn't make any excessive demands on himself, so why should he care about what others think, when he came to the bottom of the mountain, it was some distance from the peak where the main altar of Mingjiao was located, but Zhao Ming's eyes could still vaguely see some phantoms, looking at the lonely mountain, Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Ju Jian has always been a hurdle in his heart, and after many years, there was finally a result, although this result made Zhao Ming a little uncomfortable, but Zhao Ming had no choice but to accept it, and finally took a deep look at the lonely mountain, Zhao Ming resolutely turned around and walked out of the mountain......

can only not turn directly, but waited for a caravan that went straight through the desert to the Western Regions to follow and march to the Western Regions, his body has entered a bottleneck, if he can't get the last triple of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, then he can only rely on the Washing the Pulp Sutra to grind off the final pipe card, Zhao Ming has always been very slow to cultivate the Washing Pulp Sutra, he has never specifically cultivated the Washing Pulp Sutra to break through, this time if you want to cultivate the Washing Pulp Sutra to perfection to achieve the consummation of the flesh and enter the congenital estimate, it is estimated that it will take at least ten years, and even if there are other accidents, it is not impossible for decades, Zhao Ming's cultivation has only been long so far, so he can't afford to waitIn the end, he decided to believe in the words of the Buddha of Joy and enter the Western Regions, and go to the main altar of Tantra to find the original of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong.

The caravan didn't make Zhao Ming wait too long, and three days later, the caravan left the town on time and headed for the desert, and Zhao Ming also rented a camel to keep up with the caravan.

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The desert is not as dangerous as Zhao Ming imagined, the so-called sand bandits, quicksand, and sandstorms are not something you can see when you meet, not to mention Zhao Ming, maybe many people in this caravan have not been able to see these, the only test for Zhao Ming this month is his irritable heart, not everyone can stay in a boring environment for a month, and I don't know how long they will stay next, which makes Zhao Ming's heart and the air in the desert incomparably anyway.

Zhao Ming looked at the endless desert, and touched the camel's neck, but he touched the emptiness, and then he remembered that the wine he brought had been drunk by him yesterday, Zhao Ming couldn't help but smash his mouth and retracted his hand, he specially prepared a few jars of wine for this trip, but he had been wiped out by him in just one month.

Zhao Ming inquired before entering the caravan, if everything goes well, this section of the journey will only be two or three months, which is nothing to the entire desert, Zhao Ming also thought so at the beginning, but after entering the desert, he felt different, in the desert can only ride camels or some horses, it is impossible to pull the cart in, if you don't want to stay in the desert forever, Zhao Ming can't meditate while sitting on the camel, he can only look at it with his eyes open and boring, this look is a month, which makes Zhao Ming's originally calm heart about to burst into flames。

"Big cauldron, how long will it take for us to get out of this desert?" Zhao Ming patted the camel's buttocks, moved the camel to the front, and chatted with a man who was also riding a camel.

"Huh...... Master, you've asked hundreds of times this month, if everything goes well for the rest of the journey, and you will be able to get out of here in more than a month, Master, just wait with peace of mind, our itinerary has been rushed forward as much as possible......" The old man who was called 'Cauldron Head' by Zhao Ming knocked the cigarette in his hand on the upper of his shoe, and the man Zhao Ming said helplessly.

Zhao Ming actually knew the answer, but he still couldn't help but come back and ask, he was really a little tired of looking at this desert.

The words of the cauldron fell, Zhao Ming nodded and did not bother the boss of the caravan again, as long as the entire caravan is still in the desert, everything must listen to this old man who looks unshaven and unkempt, he is the leader of everyone outside, and outsiders call them the cauldron, and then there are two pot heads, stewards and the like, this Zhao Ming doesn't care much, and he won't intersect with other people.

Zhao Ming didn't bother the caravan's cauldron again, slowed down the speed of the camel and inserted it back into his previous position, the merchants before and after were already used to it, and naturally gave up the position of a camel one by one.

Zhao Ming silently inserted it again, and continued to look at this endless scenery, he couldn't help but find that this period of time seemed to be his quietest days, but such days made him feel really uncomfortable, and who could feel that staying in this boring and hot desert and basking in the sun for a month was the feeling, Zhao Ming experienced a sunbathing this time, which made him start to hate sunlight all his life.

Just when Zhao Ming was still thinking about how to get through the next road, he didn't know that the caravan Erguotou not far behind him was looking at the entire caravan with thin eyes, and quietly threw something on the ground when everyone was not paying attention......