Revolution in the depths of the soul

The Taklimakan Desert 2000 years ago, the ancient country of Loulan.

Like a shining ribbon, the Kongque River winds its way through this vibrant oasis.

Zhan Xing was wearing a wild fox hat, wolf leather boots, and expensive silk, sitting in the tent with twitching corners of his mouth.

It turned out to be soul wear!Zhan Xing scratched his armpits, the young boy's body was as frail as a woman's, the only difference was that his chest was flat.The weather was scorching hot, and he wore four silk coats, the two small blush on his chest were still faintly visible, and the silk trousers were made of black linen, which finally had the effect of concealing his embarrassment.

These are not important, the most troublesome things are:

He couldn't understand other people's words.

Two Kazakh warriors were holding the handles of the sword, and they looked ferocious. They said a lot to Zhan Xing, and Zhan Xing backed away from the hide seat in fear. The Kazakh warrior pointed out again, furious yell.

Zhan Xing nodded and smiled frequently, this time travel was really cheating, he didn't bring a translator.

Zhan Xing pointed to his throat, politely signaled that his throat was uncomfortable and he couldn't speak, and waved his hands in a dignified manner, signaling that the palace and the seat are sorry for my family (whatever it is), the dragon is not in good health, you can retreat .

Unexpectedly, the samurai didn't agree, he stepped forward to pick up Zhan Xing and walked out.

Zhan Xing jumped up and down with both feet wanting to call out insults, but was afraid that he would reveal his intentions if he uttered a word. When he turned his head and saw himself in the mirror, it was the corpse of the young man he saw in the coffin.

Zhan Xing was dragged out of the tent, grabbed his horse, and chattered non-stop all the way. The two warriors looked like important figures. Zhan Xing recalled, Kazakhs are nomads?Patriarch... This body is probably the little Kazakh prince?What are they going to do?

At the end of the Peacock River, Lop Nur is like a gemstone shining with magnificent blue light under the scorching sun.

Wow, so beautiful, Zhan Xing thought, where is Di Qing?Obviously he wore it first, so if he puts on the ring, he can wear it as the corresponding person?

Where is that assassin?

The Kazakh cavalry lined up along the Peacock River, and in the distance stood the majestic Loulan City bathed in the spring sun.

Zhan Xing nodded, guessing roughly, they want to send troops to attack Loulan, it should be a battle for water sources.

"Whatever you want!" Zhan Xing said, "Everyone can do whatever you want! The man who rapes the woman will be killed! A handsome man will come up! I'll go back first!"

Everyone looked at Zhan Xing in astonishment, mouth muttering, Zhan Xing thought for a while, straightened his tongue and uttered a series of meaningless syllables.

"The crackling man's adulterous woman killed da da da..."

Then he rolled his tongue again, imitating the Kazakhs and spouting strange words that he didn't understand.

Tens of thousands of people were silent.

Zhan Xing fell sideways exaggeratedly, and was planted in the sand.

The soldiers were in an uproar, thinking that the little Kazakh prince was talking nonsense due to heat stroke, when someone rushed up and carried him back to the tent, lit incense and prayed to God, and someone took a water bag to feed him.

Zhan Xing took care of the troubles, lying in the tent, walking around noisy outside, as if preparing to attack Loulan City.

The night was deep and the ten miles were quiet, this was not possible, Zhan Xing was waiting to escape after nightfall, and after waiting for a while, he tiptoed up and looked outside.

There was a strange young general in leather armor patrolling outside. He looked no older than himself, so we had to find a way to get him away first.

Zhan Xing retracted into the tent to rummage through things, and began to think about digging a tunnel to escape from the other side of the tent. After a while, there was a muffled hum from a distance outside the tent, and a black figure flashed into the tent in a gust of wind.

Zhan Xing turned his head and was stunned.

The scene reflected in the mirror: the little Kazakh prince and the tall assassin look at each other.

The assassin looked indifferent, raised his hand to take off the mask, his deep blue eyes were as vast as the sea of ​​stars, and his face was so handsome that it took one's breath away.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of black tight silk trousers, the man's figure was set off majestic and perfect.

The little Kazakh prince had blush on his cheeks, bell anklets on his bare feet, and his fair toes and fingers were as beautiful as jade carvings.

The two looked at each other for a long time, then Zhan Xing said:

"The strong men are merciful, I came here through the clothes."

assassin:"……"

The assassin frowned and said, "Little bitch?"

Zhan Xing was overjoyed and said, "Ah, that's great! You also wore it? Who are you?"

The assassin let out a weary breath and put away his dagger: "Why are you here too? Where's Jingfeng?"

The black-clothed assassin was none other than Zhang Hui. Zhan Xing finally found the organization, patted the blanket beside him for him to sit down, and told the truth about Di Qing's request for help in Zheng Rongyue.

Zhang Hui was stunned, and Zhan Xing said, "How long have you been here? The ring..."

He suddenly found a blood-red silver ring on Zhang Hui's hand, Zhang Hui said: "It's useless, even if you take it off, you still can't go back, try it?"

Zhan Xing took off the ring, but it didn't work, so he had to put it on again.

"Let's think about the reason first..." Zhan Xing murmured.

Zhang Hui said: "I came early, I have been here for almost three months, please listen to me in detail first."

Zhan Xing nodded, and Zhang Hui said: "The relationship between our two bodies...is lovers. But I am a killer, and I am the only son of King Loulan, and you are the successor chief of the Kazakh tribe. This tribe and Loulan are competing for the water source of Lop Nur .”

Zhan Xing vaguely guessed something, and asked, "How do you know?"

Zhang Hui explained: "When I came here, I inherited part of the original owner's memory and learned a lot... But he didn't ask me to do anything for him. Three months ago, he took you away... the name The little chief wanted to take him to the Loulan country, but the two of them got lost in the desert together, and the little chief suffered from heat stroke."

Zhan Xing: "Did you come then?"

Zhang Hui shook his head: "No, it's all memory. He carried the little chief back and placed him outside the Kazakh oasis. He fled alone. The pursuers drove him to the hinterland of the Taklamakan Desert, where he fainted. , At that time, I woke up to succeed him and fled back to Loulan."

Zhan Xing: "Can you understand what they say?"

Zhang Hui said: "For three months, I pretended to suffer from heatstroke and lost my memory, and slowly learned their language. I may have had this memory, so I learned it very quickly. Now the Kazakhs came to grab the water, and they asked me to catch this kid again. .”

Zhan Xing: "So... now I should follow you. But we have to go, I'm not busy, let me think about it first."

Zhang Hui thought for a while and asked, "What do you think should be done?"

Zhan Xing thought silently, the assassin who was bent over by Zhang Hui's soul now only had one ring in his hand, that is to say, the rest of the rings were all obtained from others, maybe the owner of each ring was here. Era, the guy who had a relationship with the lovers of Assassin and Little Chief.

Zhang Hui sat next to Zhan Xing with his knees hugged, and added: "I have been here several times a few days ago, and saw that the owner of your body is dying, and before he died... he kept chanting my name."

Zhan Xing: "Is his name 'Zhang Hui, Zhang Hui'?"

Zhang Hui smiled: "It's 'Reykhaltan'. Did Xiao Di come with you? Where is he?"

Zhan Xing shook his head: "Little Master, Brother Hu, Tang You and the others don't know where they are going."

Zhang Hui said: "In the past three months, I have been having a dream repeatedly."

Zhan Xing twitched his eyebrows and asked, "What did you dream about?"

Zhang Hui: "I dreamed that you died... No, he died of illness. He was unwilling to join the army at the last moment." He poked the head of the little Kazakh prince with his finger: "I am in front of Loulan City, holding He went back for treatment, and the Kazakhs besieged the city. Regardless of his illness, the king forcibly took him to the top of the city as a hostage... Later, the Kazakh army shot him dead on the spot, and his brother led the army to capture Loulan. I killed the king of Loulan. He put his body on the altar and put a curse on it..."

Exhibition line: "..."

Zhang Hui seemed to be the owner of this body completely, and said magically: "Curse the Kongque River to dry up, the water in Lop Nur to dry up, the oases on both sides of the river to lose their vitality, and Loulan to become an abandoned city."

Zhan Xing took a deep breath: "Reyk Haltan might have done that in those days."

There was another commotion outside the tent, Zhang Hui drew out his dagger vigilantly, shielded Zhan Xing behind his back, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, find a way to get out of here."

Zhan Xing said: "No, Zhang Hui, I think that since wearing the ring will send us back, it is probably an obsession of the ring owner."

Zhang Hui said in a deep voice, "Persistence?"

Zhan Xing nodded and said, "Maybe he wants us to change the past."

Zhang Hui said: "Not necessarily, this may just be a dream. And taking a step back, even if you want to change, what should you do?"

Zhan Xing was also at a loss, apart from Zhang Hui, there was no one to discuss it with. Zhang Hui held Zhan Xing's hand: "I can't stay here anymore, go out and have a look first."

Zhan Xing could only nod his head, and followed Zhang Hui out of the tent.

The sky was full of stars, and when Zhang Hui ran into a Kazakh, he knocked the back of his head unconscious with the handle of a dagger, knocked down several patrol soldiers along the road without making a sound, took a horse, and galloped towards the Kongque River with Zhan Xing.

When he arrived at the bank of the river, he yelled loudly in the ancient Loulan language from the other side. Zhang Hui yelled back a few words abruptly and intermittently.

Zhang Hui said: "Don't go there yet, they recognize you."

Zhan Xing looked at his own reflection in the water, the little Kazakh prince was really beautiful, delicate and gentle, his body hadn't grown yet.

He looked at the river full of stars, and suddenly raised his head like an electric shock.

On the opposite bank stood another barefoot assassin in black, who seemed to be in the same group as the people who came to meet Reykhaltan, but they didn't get together, just stood under the tree on the south bank of the Peacock River, watching Zhan Xing quietly. .

The assassin was about the same height as Zhang Hui, with...

Zhan Xing looked around in amazement, and when he saw the red rope tied around the assassin's ankle, he immediately knew who he was, and shouted: "Little Master!"

The assassin was taken aback and shouted, "Little bitch!"

The time-traveler successfully mastered the master, Zhan Xing couldn't care less, and immediately threw himself into the river, choked on a few sips of water and jumped over like a dog, halfway through the swim, he was out of breath, and when he was about to drown, he would be caught by a powerful man. Holding her arms in her arms, she swam ashore with her arms in her arms.

The assassin was wearing an indigo gemstone ring, which was exactly the middle finger ring that Lin Jingfeng had taken off.

Zhan Xing was covered in water, he said in embarrassment, "You...you."

Lin Jingfeng felt relieved: "I wandered around the river all day and finally found you."

The Loulan assassins on both sides of the strait didn't know what happened. Zhang Hui looked at each other and said in a deep voice, "Jingfeng?"

Lin Jingfeng nodded hurriedly, and Zhang Hui said, "Why don't you say anything? Follow me all afternoon today, and I still talk about why you're dumb."

Lin Jingfeng couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't understand Loulan dialect at all, why should I say anything?"

The people on the other side started making noise again, Zhang Hui said something loudly, telling them to go back first, sat down with his back against the big tree, and explained the cause and effect to Lin Jingfeng.

"Who is this person?" Zhan Xing pressed Lin Jingfeng's head with one hand and kept shaking it.

Lin Jingfeng mocked: "Xiaojian is your lover now?"

Zhang Hui said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense! Friends' wives are not allowed to play..."

Lin Jingfeng: "My friend's wife rides as she pleases, Xiaojian said it herself."

Zhan Xing laughed unsteadily.

Zhang Hui: "Please spare me..." Xuan explained again: "Your body is called Ilhart, who is Reykhaltan's childhood companion, the son of the priest of Loulan..."

Zhan Xing said: "You two have an unusual relationship, are the two killers a couple?"

Lin Jingfeng said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Hui was very embarrassed and said: "According to Loulan's rules, killers train in pairs, eat and sleep together, the relationship with the original owner...is indeed a bit unusual, but it's not involved now..."

Lin Jingfeng said: "Okay, stop talking, come here, little bitch, are you tired, why did you become like this?"

Zhan Xing's little bird leaned on Lin Jingfeng's arms, there was nothing he could do about it, any kind of leaning method was just a delicate flower, so he didn't care about it.

"Let's try to sort out the relationship." Zhan Xing wrung his fingers and said, "Little sister Di Qing loves you, and my little mother Shou also loves you, and the original owner of little master's body also likes you..."

Before the words were finished, a group of Kazakh cavalry found that the horses had been taken away. The prince fled and chased him from a distance from the camp. He shouted loudly, and Zhang Hui immediately got up and said, "Go to the other side!"

Lin Jingfeng drew his dagger backhand, and said, "Little bitch, go to the other side!"

Zhan Xing: "I, I, I... can't swim."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Zhang Hui: "Let's go!"

Lin Jingfeng jumped into the river with Zhan Xing in his arms, and the Kazakh cavalry chased Zhang Hui, neighing immediately.

The two popped their heads in the river, not knowing what happened.

Under the starlight, the field was like daytime, a young Kazakh general rode his horse and yelled, rampaging, knocking and flying many of his own people along the road, the tall assassin rolled on the spot, swung his dagger with his backhand, and dragged the cavalry along the road off the horse.

The young general shouted, "Get on your horse!"

Zhan Xing immediately understood the Chinese language used in that shout, and shouted, "Tang You? Is that you?"

The young Kazakh general shouted, "Run south first! Leave us alone!"

While the galloping horse was galloping, the young man stretched out a hand, shook Zhang Hui's hand violently, and dragged him onto the horse's back. Zhang Hui landed firmly behind the young man and galloped along the Kongque River upstream.

The movement became louder and louder, and more Kazakh cavalry chased them out. The young man clamped his horse's belly, and Zhang Hui consciously looped his waist to control the reins. A small bow by the side of the saddle was full of bowstrings, and the arrows flew continuously, only shooting horses but not people.

"Nice job!" Zhan Xing's voice was clear and sweet.

Lin Jingfeng carried Zhan Xing ashore, the steed had circled and swam past the peacock, the Kazakh pursuers stopped and shouted curses.

Zhan Xing said, "When did Tang You become so good at archery?"

Lin Jingfeng asked: "If it were you, would you be able to do it?"

Zhan Xing shook his head and said, "It can't be done, Lianzhu arrow is too difficult, we should release the arrow while moving at high speed."

The horse crossed the river and entered Loulan, Zhang Hui and the young man dismounted, and said, "Tang..."

Before the words finished, the young Kazakh general turned around, hugged Zhang Hui's waist tightly, and buried his face in front of his chest.

Zhang Hui put his arms around his shoulders, kissed his forehead, then rubbed his face obsessively, and finally lowered his head to kiss the young man's lips. Under the bright starlight, the two figures formed a beautiful overlapping silhouette.

The corner of Zhan Xing's mouth twitched: "That's Di Qing!"

Lin Jingfeng also understood it, and said with a smile: "Why, I couldn't see it at all along the way."

The gentle wind blew across the lush grassland, and the four of them were very tired in the middle of the night. Zhang Hui hugged Di Qing, Lin Jingfeng hugged Zhan Xing, and each leaned against two trees about ten steps away to rest.

Zhan Xing said from afar: "How do you know it's us?"

Di Qing replied: "At noon yesterday, I saw you talking nonsense and getting off your horse from a distance. I thought it might be one of them. I couldn't understand what they were saying. It took me a long time to find you outside your tent. There are two others. What about your partner?"

Zhan Xing said blankly, "I don't know, there are four of us now."

Zhang Hui said: "Go back to Loulan tomorrow to have a look, and find Brother Hu and Xiao Tang to discuss it."

Zhan Xing nodded and said, "Who did Di Qing become?"

Zhang Hui said: "He is your half brother."

Lin Jingfeng laughed to himself: "Zhang Hui can become a fan of everyone if he plays Soul Transmute."

"Hi." Zhan Xing said seriously, "Now there are three people who like him."

That night Zhanxing fell asleep in a daze, but was woken up by several Loulan people the next morning.

Several Loulan cavalry came to the Kongque River, Lin Jingfeng guarded Zhan Xing vigilantly, Zhang Hui negotiated with them intermittently, and after a while, both sides fell silent.

"What did he say?" Zhan Xing asked.

Zhang Hui replied: "They said that King Loulan...uh, my father had a high fever and talked nonsense a few days ago, and he rolled off the throne. Now he can only drink milk and can't say anything else."

Exhibition line: "..."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."