[comprehensive] superior skills

Dusk is approaching, the bloody sunset.

The camel caravan headed west, less than a thousand miles away, and saw a towering ancient city wall from a distance.

Swirling sand wave snakes meander past the pits stepped on by camel hooves, and the steaming heat billows in, making people feel hot all over.

What was hotter was the sand under his feet.

During the long journey, the scorching hot and rough sand and gravel not only made the calloused camel paws bleed out, but also made the caravan people lose the courage to risk their lives and fortunes that day.

Perhaps they have already regretted it, but they dare not stop.

Because everyone knows that as long as they relax according to their will, there will be no chance to get out of this vast desert and Gobi.

This trade route is not alone.

The guide who was wrapped with only one pair of eyes had witnessed countless times that the camel died silently in his sleep, and his companion fell into quicksand silently when turning around.

His heart has long since been ground rougher and harder than gravel, and the only moment that can make this stone-like heart throb slightly is when he sees that mirage-like tall tower again.

Although the city tower is destined to be farther away than the visual location, it at least means that they have never lost their way in the yellow sand.

"Rest in place!"

The headman yelled, led his Bactrian camel to hide in the shadow on the back of the dune, and set up a shade with a piece of thick felt cloth.

After receiving the signal to stay overnight, all the companions gathered together in twos and threes to make a fire and cook food.

On the edge of Jinsha, a pool of clear water shaped like a crescent moon is embedded there like a mirror, reflecting a little afterglow.

The last three people led their mounts to the sandy lake shallows, looking into the distance through the white mist.

"What a gem!"

A bearded man sat on the floor, "There are no women, no wine. Just looking at this shallow oasis can make you feel refreshed and let all your troubles go away."

The man in blue clothes covered in dust gently brushed the small sprouts, "Even the desert can bloom the flower of life, what else in this world can't be done?"

The woman with a hood on her head smiled and said, "I only know that if the tent is not set up, the two sentimental heroes will spend the night on the wet and cold sand."

Hearing this sentence, the bearded man got up from the ground with a grunt, "Let me do this kind of rough work!"

He familiarly tied the long metal poles in the sandpit, first spread the waterproof canvas on the ground, and finally covered it with a thick layer of blanket.

The bearded man moved very skillfully, as if he had always been doing the work of serving people. Even the people in the caravan thought he was just another man and woman's personal servant, but luckily met a generous master.

But who would have guessed that this servant who abandoned his identity and wealth and went to the desert is not only a squeamish son who was raised by gold and jade, but also the heir to the throne of Hanhai Kingdom, the destination of this trip.

"Thank you, brother."

Hua Manlou handed him a water bag, and encouraged him: "At most half a day, our journey should be over. By then, brother Wang will surely fulfill his wish."

In order to deceive others, Yu Tianbao, whose alias was Wang Xun, shook his head and smiled, "It is not so important to me whether I can recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors."

He clearly realized that if the country of Han Hai was really controlled by another force of snobbery, the old king might not be able to protect himself, so he wouldn't have the leisure to care about a son who grew up in a foreign country.

However, he still left everything behind and followed Huamanlou and the master of Longxiao Palace to leave the warm and spring-like Jiangnan water town.

The price of betraying Yu Luocha can be imagined. No matter how he changes his appearance along the way, there will be pursuers who cannot escape.

It wasn't until Sikong Zhaixing sent out the eleven-faced Rakshasa card as promised, and took advantage of the chaos in the world, that they entered the desert with the caravan and got rid of those ruthless Demon Sect disciples.

Escaping was not an easy task, even if Yu Tianbao felt that he was ready.

The exhaustion of the body and the tempering of the mind made him thinner, and it was precisely because of this that he could see the special features of his face from the gradually showing edges and corners.

The pair of deep eye sockets and straight nose bridge are by no means the hallmarks of Middle-earth blood. He even felt that his eyes were more like the taciturn guide, while the other party was an out-and-out Uighur.

Although he has never seen Yu Luocha's true face, he dares to guarantee with his life that Yu Luocha is definitely not a Uyghur.

And the reason why Yu Tianbao managed to survive this thousand-mile chase was only for the sake of not being a fool in the palace of the king of hell in the future.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, where is not home?"

Song Ci put the leg of lamb on the fire and slowly smoked it, "It's not worth living in the desert for the sake of the throne, unless you like cold wind."

Hua Manlou smiled and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Song Ci sprinkled spices on the dripping meat skin, "It's extremely cold at high places, so the wind is strong."

Yu Tianbao was stunned for a moment and then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed until tears were about to flow out before throwing away the water bag, "How can you relieve your worries, only Du Kang! No worries, no fear, strong wine and fresh breeze!"

Hua Manlou sat by the bonfire, his cheeks were like the warm sun, "I would like to have a drink with Brother Wang."

"Man!"

Song Ci shook his head and sighed softly, throwing away the wine bag he had prepared, "It seems like you can't be a hero if you don't drink."

Yu Tianbao gathered his big beard covering his face, and filled his mouth with pride, "If there is anything in this world that can make a man happy except power, it is wine and women. Only the best men are worthy of the best Wine and the best women."

He winked narrowly, "Young Master Hua, am I right?"

Hua Manlou coughed softly, "Drink!"

Yu Tianbao laughed again, "Yes, let's not talk about anything else, let's drink!"

The wine is good wine, and the guests are also high-ranking guests. The two toasted and drank until the night became quieter.

Under the Milky Way, Moon Lake is deep and quiet, where tired travelers sleep in their clothes, snoring.

The soft sound of the flute floated by, and a small sand lark came from the sky on the wind and landed on the raised finger.

Song Ci untied the letterhead on Que'er's paw and looked carefully under the moonlight, sighing slowly: "Just like the sky is going to rain and my mother is going to get married, people can't stop them from playing tricks..."

"Why is Ah Ci sighing?"

Hua Manlou who came behind him at some point asked softly, "But there is a change about the Rakshasa card?"

"The Raksha card has not changed, what has changed is the Merman's Tears."

Song Ci handed him the signed letter, "Do you know Zhu Ting?"

Hua Manlou frowned slightly, "Miaoshou Boss Zhu Ting? As far as I know, he is a friend who grew up wearing crotch pants with Lu Xiaofeng, and he is also a descendant of Luban."

Song Ci nodded, "I heard that he once made a bet with someone, and won fifty tables of swallow-wing banquets with a walking wooden man, plus fifty altars of good old wine."

Hua Manlou read the letter signed at a glance, "He made a Tanhai wooden figure for someone else?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think a person who knows how to hold qigong will walk across the bottom of the sea like iron shoes if he hides in a wooden figurine?"

Hua Manlou's eyes slowly widened, "Is anyone going to Longxiao Palace?"

Song Ci took out his ink pen and wrote back, "It's still a person you and I both know."

"Sikong Zhaixing?"

Hua Manlou said sadly: "The Shark Tears are still in the hands of Sikong Zhaixing!"

"not him."

Song Ci said blankly, "It's Gong Jiu."

"Gong Jiu?"

Hua Manlou was surprised, "I thought you were at least friends."

"What about friends?"

Song Ci chuckled, "When a person insists on doing something, let alone a mere friend, even my own mother and I can't stop it."

What's more, this time was originally a conspiracy of their father and son.

She thought that the defenselessness of these years was enough for Gong Jiu to recognize the gap between them, but she didn't expect that it would instead breed his ambition.

Maybe she shouldn't underestimate a child who puts life and death aside at only eight years old.

Hua Manlou then asked: "Can he go to Longxiao Palace with just a wooden dummy?"

"And add shark tears."

Song Ci tied the letter sign to Sha Yunque's feet again, and pecked a juicy grape for it to replenish its strength, "In the eyes of Gong Jiu and his son, I am just an ordinary woman who was lucky enough to get the shark's tears. But they Forget that anything that seems to be out of reach doesn't just happen by accident."

She smiled at the shadows from far and near: "It's like a sloppy monk. Many people think that he can have food and shelter as long as he meditates every day. In fact, it's not so easy to be a monk, unless he doesn't practice."

The visitor who gradually came to the front revealed a bright head from the rolling sand dunes, "Amitabha, the monk is not sloppy, the monk is honest."

It was still the old and sticky monk robe and straw sandals, but this time it was covered with fine sand because of the days of running around.

Song Ci asked him, "Why would an honest monk follow my bird across the Gobi Desert?"

The honest monk saluted with one hand, "If you want to ask for alms, you must go far."

Raising his hand to let the bird go, Song Ci smiled and asked, "I don't know what the master wants to transform?"

"Barter for something."

The honest monk took out an extremely gorgeous flower from the neckline, "The Buddha is merciful, compassionate to heaven and earth."

"Afuran!"

Hua Manlou's pupils shrank. As the leader of the Huaiyang Gold Selling Cave, he had naturally heard of many wealthy businessmen who were lured by the madam to drink drugs and lose their wealth.

But now this evil flower is taken out from the honest monk's hand, it must not be for the grievances and entanglements between the prostitute and the benefactor.

Song Ci took the delicate flower bud exuding a strong fragrance and sniffed it, "Where did the master get this hibiscus flower?"

The honest monk clasped his hands together, and said with some shame: "The monk has seen it once, and smelled it once. It is a beautiful island and a beautiful proprietress."

"I see."

Song Ci took out a leaf with faint golden veins from his purse and offered it with both hands, "The master's merits and virtues are complete, and the little girl is very grateful. This is the most precious treasure of the Dragon Silk Palace. Eating it can prolong life and strengthen Jiazi."

She wasn't talking nonsense.

A hundred-year-old medicinal material alone may not have such a miraculous effect, but it is another matter if it is stained with golden horn blood.

Thinking of the sleeping pet, Song Ci could only sigh in his heart, hoping those fools who were destined to live to the bottom of the sea would not disturb it.

The honest monk stared blankly at the thin leaf, then suddenly turned around and bowed to the five bodies of the Western Pure Land for a long time, "Rewarded by the Buddha, the poor monk is ashamed to receive it!"

After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and rolled up the leaves, flying across the mountains and mountains.

Hua Manlou looked at the disappearing figure with a smile, "The monk is dishonest."

"I wish there were more of them."

Song Ci handed him the last leaf, "When I first met Gong Jiu and his son 20 years ago, they had plans to usurp the throne, but now that they have been preparing for many years, they are targeting me, an outsider. If it’s too late, I’m afraid of hurting the innocent, so please ask Young Master Hua to help me.”

Hua Manlou recognized the golden blood on it at a glance, and said worriedly: "What should you do if you don't go back to Golden Horn? How can it deal with a strong enemy by itself?"

Song Ci saw that he also regarded Jinjiao as the same kind as himself, and happily took out an enhanced version of the heart of the ocean, "I don't know why they are so sure that only the shark's tears are the key to the underwater dragon palace, but I wear this The necklace is really just for fun."

If this is the conclusion that Gong Jiu has come to after lurking beside the hostess for many years, she has nothing to say.

"You..."

After laughing dumbfounded, Hua Manlou was worried for those people who went into the sea rashly.

There are also the proprietress who was infected with drugs and Sikong Zhaixing who handed over the tears of the sharks. They must have encountered extreme difficulties to do so.

I hope Lu Xiaofeng can help in time.

Thinking about this, he found a secluded place and slowly absorbed the effects of the leaves.

It seemed that even God felt that this group of business travelers had suffered enough from the desert, and the journey ahead was surprisingly smooth.

When a group of people appeared under the tall city walls of Hanhai Kingdom, they all felt like a dream.

The merchants who had not lost their money and goods collected some tax money and handed it over to the soldiers guarding the checkpoint, saying that they cherished each other and looked for their own opportunities.

The three of Song Ci changed into Uighur costumes before entering the city, and even modified their faces.

They were not in a hurry to find a place to stay, but instead found a tavern that was also opened for foreigners to inquire about news.

The nimble Xiao Er diligently wiped the table and set the tea, "Is it the first time for the guests to come to our Hanhai?"

Hua Manlou nodded with a smile, "Leave with the team to discuss a bowl of food, I wonder if the store has any recommendations?"

Xiaoer smiled brightly, "How can you not eat stewed meat when you come to Hanhai? It's rotten stewed in a pot and served with milk wine. It's delicious, and it will never delay your business and shipments!"

After asking the person at the same table, Hua Manlou responded, "Just do as you said, and add a few seasonal side dishes."

A little wine, meat, and vegetables are put on the table, and the aroma is tangy.

While paying the bill, Yu Tianbao stuffed a small piece of broken silver into the small second hand, "I'm new to your place, what taboos do you dare to ask the officials in this city?"

Xiao Er stuffed the money into the bag with his hands in his hands, and his smile became even stronger, "It's inevitable that the guest officials are not sure what to do when they come. Our Hanhai Kingdom is very generous to the passing merchants. As long as it's not someone who bullies the market, even the officials will not dare Hard press."

"There is only one thing to keep in mind, so as not to trouble the upper body."

Xiao Er quietly approached and said, "Except for the two royal forbidden places of Hamburg and Rende Temple, guest officials can go anywhere,"

Yu Tianbao asked curiously, "What's wrong with Khan Fort and Rende Temple?"

"As the name suggests, Khan Fort is where our Ningchang Khan Yazhang palace is located; and Narende Temple is where the eminent monk Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty taught scriptures."

Xiaoer described the restrained voice even lower, "I heard that in recent years, the old king's body is not good enough, and he often bathes in the Buddha's light at Rende Temple to cultivate his body, so he no longer accepts foreign guests."

Yu Tianbao and Hua Manlou looked at each other, "Thank you little brother, we will definitely remember your advice and never ask for trouble."

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Song Ci: The heroine is very busy, and the others are not idle either. =, =

The sun and the moon, okay~~