The vast desert, the dead silence of resentment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe whistling wind seemed to urge everyone to hurry, and the coachmen would get up early every day to clear their throats and sing the songs of their hometown, and soon they would all wake up almost awake. Wushuang rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist and ran to the tent to drag up the dust, Zhihan would look at the sky until late every night, and tell everyone about the future scene he saw when he stargazed along the way the next day.

As he was preparing to set off this morning, Zhi Han gathered everyone together and said solemnly, "There may be a big quicksand eye ahead. The coachman replied without the slightest nervousness: "I often take this road, don't worry! If the distance is fast, we can reach Mustang Lake at sunset." Zhi Han continued: "Yesterday's crape myrtle astrology showed that the future was bleak, and the hexagram of nine deaths and one life was divided. The coachman lifted the curtain of the car, smiled at the two girls in the car, and said: "You should believe that the old horse knows the way, and my 'old horse' also often walks in the desert, believe me." Feng Chen patted the coachman on the shoulder: "Let's go, big brother coachman." The coachman raised his whip and whipped it on the hind legs of his sturdy horse.

Not long after walking out, a huge sandstorm appeared in front of me. The sand and rocks flying in the air frantically blew on the car and clothes. The coachman asked Feng Chen to hurry into the carriage to dodge, and he pulled the collar of his clothes high to cover his mouth and cheeks, and the already bulky turban was wrapped around his head several times, making him look top-heavy. Feng Chen asked, "Such a big sandstorm, you can also come in and take shelter!" The coachman waved his hand and squinted his eyes and replied, "Get used to it! Everyone sit tight!" As he spoke, he tightly wrapped the reins around his hand several times. Before Feng Chen could enter the carriage and sit down, he heard the sound of a wooden shaft breaking. The carriage was split in half, and the saddle reins of the three horses were broken, and the carriage slanted atop the yellow sands of the desert. Feng Chen's feet slipped and he leaned, and hugged Wushuang who was sitting opposite. Wushuang hurriedly pushed him away and said, "What's going on outside?" Zhi Han lifted the window of the carriage a little and saw a huge whirlpool of yellow sand rolling up in the sky: "It's not good! Everyone go quickly, the quicksand eye is coming." Before the three of them could get to their feet, the carriage was swept into the air by the wind, and the curtain of the carriage was blown off. The three of them saw in the wind that the coachman was still holding the reins, and just like that, one horse and one man were hanging in the air and swaying back and forth. The coachman's turban was also blown off, his hair was scattered in the wind, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The carriage of the wooden carriage was hit by the sand and stones rolled up in the air, and the wooden carriage was blown off by the wind with a 'click', and Feng Chen grabbed Wushuang's hand, Wushuang took Zhi Han's hand, and Zhi Han threw a scarf from his sleeve to wrap around Feng Chen's waist. The three of them were circling back and forth in the air. The strong air currents swept the three of them into the air, and they could not exert any strength at all, and the coachman was still comically trying to mount the horses that were rolled up in mid-air. The four of them were helplessly dancing with the sand and stones in the air, and suddenly another quicksand eye appeared in front of them. These two forces collide and entangle each other, as if they are repelling and merging. The wind in the storm is getting stronger and stronger, and the people who are blowing the sand and dust can't open their eyes. I just felt a force around me, sucking them all into the ground.

When Feng Chen opened his eyes again, he was lying at the door of an old castle. He shouted loudly for Wushuang and Zhihan, but no one responded for a long time. He got up and patted the dust and noticed that a key had fallen from his sleeve. He had never seen the key, and he didn't know how it came from. He picked it up from the ground and examined it carefully, and there were some strange oracle bones drawn on it, some hieroglyphs and some cuneiform. Feng Chen raised his head and looked at the eight doors of this magnificent palace, on which were painted: a baby, an old man, a skinny person serving decoction, a person lying in a coffin, a person praying to bow down, a person who was angry and violent, a pair of beautiful people with weeping faces, and a beautiful woman like a fairy. Feng Chen didn't understand what these paintings meant, but he knew that there must be different secrets behind these stone gates. He couldn't make up his own mind, so he had to wait for his companions to find him. He heard movement above his head, thinking that Wushuang was also swept into the quicksand eye. Just as he looked up happily, he saw a bat splashed with black ink and bared its fangs coming towards him. He drew the blunt sword behind him and recited the Heart Sutra, and the blunt sword spun in the air, knocking these fierce and bloodthirsty bats to the ground. At this time, Feng Chen was extremely cautious, and when he heard a strange noise overhead, he flashed sideways behind the stone pillar. I saw that it was Wushuang who fell from the sky this time, and when Wushuang fell, she seemed to be still holding some clothes, so with these wraps on her back, her kung fu was not bad, but it was a little shocking to her ankles. She rubbed her ankles and complained: "Master Chen, you have seen me and are still avoiding me!" Feng Chen replied: "You didn't know that there were thousands of bats coming towards this side just now, and I just drove them away." Wushuang and Feng Chen's eyes looked at the eight doors in front of them at the same time. I heard a loud noise behind me, and eight huge stone balls rolled towards the eight doors from a distance, sealing all the roads. At this time, the two must choose to enter a door, and Feng Chen and Wushuang run to the door with a pair of beautiful people at the same time.

The moment the two pushed the door open, they were suddenly attracted by the large green space and the patchwork of grass houses in front of them. The small wooden houses are chic and festive, and red lanterns are hung at the doors of every house. The villagers dressed in Miao Jiang costumes warmly beckoned the two of them to come in and stuffed a happy word into their hands. Just when Wushuang and Feng Chen were wondering, they suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums, and turned around and eight strong men carrying a red sedan chair and walked towards this side. All the villagers on the road flocked to the ground, kneeling on the ground, raising the wine in their hands and spilling it on the ground. Wushuang and Feng Chen were stunned aside, the sedan chair was carried towards the village, and the two of them were also crowded by the crowd and rushed towards the village. When they arrived in the village, all the villagers surrounded the sedan chair and spread it out in a circle. Out of the palanquin came a woman in a red robe with a veil over her head. Feng Chenhe Wushuang looked at the high place of the wooden ladder where the woman was walking, and found that there was a raging flame. Standing at the highest point, there was a wizened old priest standing there, and she raised her hand, and the crowd below knelt down again. The High Priest shouted, "Walking through the Holy Fire, there is nothing left before. Just as the woman raised her feet and was about to walk along, an arrow feather shot from behind the crowd, knocking over the cauldron and clasping it on the yellow sand. The red-robed woman lifted her veil and turned to throw the red veil into the air. With a wave of the robe, the sparks of the sacred flame ignited the vacant braziers around them. At this time, Feng Chen and Wushuang saw the woman's face clearly, and exclaimed in unison.