Tianshan Yihuan

He is not Han Chinese at all, and he speaks fluent Mongolian, giving me the feeling that he is actually a zongzi who has died beyond death, and he is talking to me in the language that the Lu Palace used to communicate with zongzi.

I have spent a long time building a cage that can force it out, but the plan can never catch up with the changes. When the plan was about to succeed, a serious accident happened.I, Wu Xie, have no ability to protect my family from shock.When I watched the last handful of soil being poured on the third uncle's tomb, my depressed mood suddenly became very intense, and countless thoughts came to me.All the people who died in this unpredictable puzzle stood in front of me with the same indifference as the expression of the leader of the soldiers when he looked at me.They questioned me silently, what is the point of doing this?

You can't say lightly like Zhang Qiling that the word meaning itself has no meaning.I couldn't give an answer, but my relatives and friends died because of my obsession with the answer.Therefore, I need an identity that is completely separated from the Wu family and from the old nine sects.At this time, I am very grateful to Qi Yu, thanks to the very similarity between him and me, thanks to him, it is relatively easy for me to find such an opportunity.Later, at a reunion of college classmates, I told my experience to Comrade Sankuang. Comrade Sankuang is a very rigorous scholar, and he sternly warned me not to think about it anymore.However, I am sure that I am normal and firmly believe that everything I do is rational enough.

When the class reunion was about to end, San Kuang pressed my shoulder and looked at me very heavily for a long time, but said nothing.Afterwards, many people said that Master Wu Xiaofo was crazy.However, Wang Meng is still there, and the Xiling Yinshe is also open for thousands of years, and occasionally welcomes many tourists.

The wind, rustling, blew the hem of the soldiers' jackets.The dark blue sky and the clear starlight are very similar to what I saw when I was a child when I was sitting with my grandfather on the bamboo bed in the yard of my hometown in Changsha.At that time, my grandfather always told me some truths that sounded profound, intentionally or unintentionally. He said: In this world, many things do not require value judgments. Values ​​themselves are irrational. You only need to know one truth. .As he said, he pointed to Donkey Dandan who was lying on the side and was about to close his eyes completely to rest, "You see, the reason why Donkey Dandan listens to me is because I give him the most benefits, not the loyalty we say .”

This memory, along with many other memories of spending time with my grandfather, has often surfaced recently.It is said that a person is old when he begins to remember his childhood.

For some reason, the team digging up the sand in front suddenly started commotion. From what I can see, someone probably broke into their construction site to disrupt order.For me, it was the only chance I could never get again. Out of the corner of my eye, the soldier in charge of guarding me was distracted for a while because of the things over there. I ran forward and slammed the man's brainstem with my elbow. After he fainted, I poked his knee twice with the long probe wrapped in my jacket.After doing this quickly, I don't feel guilty, because I understand what the soldier leader said.

He said that tomorrow, when the tunnel is opened, this person will be used as a sacrifice.

So, I couldn't bear the fact that I didn't die in the hands of Poker Bottle, but in the hands of this impostor.

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☆, friendly tribe

friendly tribe

This chapter is a two-in-one chapter, the author is already exhausted, and the next half will be posted tomorrow morning~

The leg muscles are sore and weak, one foot is deep and the other is shallow. Running on the loose sand is a serious exhaustion of physical strength.I can only hear the sound of my panting broken like a broken bellows, running for my life, exceeding the limit, and the salty smell began to diffuse in my mouth.Perhaps the capillaries on the alveoli have burst.Why am I being pursued by danger in this inexplicable place?It's really completely pointless, so is there any point in chasing that phantom?

The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of sharp footsteps, I can only feel this level before being thrown down.The unknown beast that jumped out from behind stepped on me neatly, and fell hard on the sand, I only had time to block it with my arms.When this well-trained beast came up to the back of my neck and sniffed lightly, my whole body seemed to be electrified, and the hairs all over my body stood up.I can't avoid the harassment of this thing. I'm really afraid that it will bite my neck when it gets excited. It's really not worth dying.

Fortunately, this guy probably has a good understanding of humanity. He saw that I was actually a softie with a very unstable revolutionary stand, so he got off my back proudly.But, as I scrambled and cautiously got up, the bastard flicked his tail, which was as hard as steel, and gave my poor brainstem a very crisp whip.Straight back to the original place, I was so angry that I was about to scold my mother.

"Hiss~~~~~" With a loud whistle, this thing immediately sneaked into the vast night and disappeared quite completely.I stood up staggeringly with my head supported, and there was a series of regular footsteps behind me. As for what is regular?He has been a soldier or is now a child participating in such activities as military training. In these processes, it is common for soldiers to walk evenly and quickly.But this is just the regularity of the steps. The regular footsteps in my ears at the moment are the kind of martial arts masters who have trained for decades.

Slowly clenched my left hand. There was also a miniature pistol the size of a keychain pendant. As long as I was fast enough, I still had a chance to kill this person who might threaten me.Three two one, turned around, raised his hand, and glanced at the extremely pale and frightening face under the moonlight. "You're actually here too." Suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of security in my heart, even though that face was already so terrifying that it was even worse than the zongzi.Brother Yang Zongzi seemed a little unaccustomed to me staring blankly like this, turned around and ran without stopping, and said while running: "Don't be in a daze, those people will come over soon, run..." This is fear The pursuers?

"Hey, should you tell me your name now? I introduced myself early in the morning." I probably finally ran out of the sphere of influence of the soldier leader, I swallowed a mouthful of salty saliva, and I couldn't spit it out. The annoying fine sand that comes out.Yang Zongzi's face doesn't change color at all, and his heart doesn't beat. Of course, it may be the reason for his disfigurement.Without looking at me, he first took a look at the environment around us. He was half kneeling on the sand, groping around for something with his hands.Suddenly, he paused, probably because he found what he wanted, and then answered me: "You can call me Yang Hai." After finishing speaking, he turned off the fire and stopped talking. I guess I will ask him again and he won't say anything .

By the moonlight, I could see a silver metal wire as thick as chopsticks being held by Yang Hai, and I was a little curious about what it was.But when I thought that I might be captured by that completely unreasonable leader of the soldiers as a sacrifice at any time, my little bit of curiosity was snuffed out by something.Curiosity killed the cat. If I didn't have this completely unnecessary curiosity, maybe everything after this would not have happened, and I would not stand here and blame myself for being nosy.

After Yang Hai pulled out the silver wire of about two or three meters, he stood the wire in the center of a large pit sunk below the surface.At this time, a miraculous thing happened, the moonlight in the sky seemed to be drawn by a thread to find this metal wire, and along this metal wire, the moonlight flowed and flew down to the sand on the ground.I stood there like a stake, not surprised at how weird this was.Instead, he was amazed that when these silver lights shot out like fireworks around the point where the metal wire stood on the ground, Yang Hai stood in the center of this extremely beautiful scene without any disobedience.

So when I realized that I had been taken to a completely unfamiliar tribe, Yang Hai was probably completely disappointed with my professionalism. The specific manifestation was: a beautiful girl who obviously wore exotic clothes jumped over to talk to me At that time, Yang Hai directly pushed me to the side, and motioned me to stay by the side obediently and guard the luggage he brought.Sure enough, I still overestimated the ideological awareness of the tomb robbers before. This Yang Hai said that he came to find a wife, and it was true...Moreover, this person doesn't care at all whether he can't go back.

Wait, don't you care if you can't go back?I suddenly realized that Yang Hai, the foreign rice dumpling, might be someone from this world, otherwise why would he speak such strange words so fluently?The soldier leader I met before spoke Mongolian. Unfortunately, in the seventh year after that short-lived boy Poyouping entered the Bronze Gate, because my plan was related to the mobile Haizi in a desert in Inner Mongolia, I had to waste sleep and food. Out of the spirit of passing the college entrance examination, I learned Mongolian by myself.However, if this place is still around Turpan, apart from Mongolians, which ethnic group will be Caucasian?

A little doubt grows in my heart, and I have no doubt that it will not be long before this doubt will fill my mind, so in order not to lose my mind, I still have to learn to trust my own personnel.Let's believe this Yang Hai for once, I know that in my bones I have the gamble factor of life as a bet, and for the greater good, sacrifice is inevitable.

The bonfire was crackling, and three wooden supports hung a large iron pot whose bottom had been oxidized and blackened by the fire for a long time.Yes, but fortunately not the Bronze Age.I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the entry of human civilization into the Iron Age represents the end of the barbaric slavery in ancient society, and Yang Hai and I don’t have to worry too much about these seemingly friendly aborigines suddenly attacking and eating us······

At this time, I was sitting on a large stone slab lying horizontally about five meters away from the bonfire. In front of me were busy and orderly tribal women making dinner. Behind me was Yang Haizheng discussing archery skills with the strong men in the tribe. As for Why do I know, in fact, I'm just guessing here.What is the connection between the people here and the previous Mongolian army?Is it hostile, or strangers, or friendly neighbors?

A four or five-year-old boy ran towards me waving his horsewhip smartly, but before he even got to me, he threw a dog on the ground very neatly.I subconsciously planned to reach out to help, but someone grabbed my arm. "People here admire warriors who are not afraid of difficulties. What you do will only make this young man ridiculed in the future." Yang Hai said lightly.I turned my head with some difficulty, stared at him with what I thought was the most intimidating eyes and said, "I know, but... can you always grab my arm! You really did it on purpose..." The injured arm was crying silently.

Yang Hai probably smiled, but with such a face that keeps ghosts and gods away, it just looks more ferocious.I'm a little surprised how the people here have such a high degree of acceptance, shouldn't ordinary ancestors really believe in ghosts and gods?Shouldn't the first reaction be to throw the zongzi out? "You seem to have a big opinion on me?" Yang Hai sat down beside me and said, "But Mr. Wu Xie still wants to go back, right? So, don't act rashly before we leave here." This guy is decisively threatening me , The situation is stronger than people, although I don't know if this guy's force value is as good as Zhang Qiling's, but in terms of the muscle hardness I felt when I kicked him before, his physical fitness should be far superior to ordinary people.I felt his quietness from the corner of my eye. I didn't think much about it. I watched the little boy get up and run away without crying or fussing: "If you think too much, I won't stop you from doing anything, but I hope that Mr. Yang Hai To be able to remember that we still have a mission.”

Our mission, speaking of it, is still related to follow-up fights. It hopes that we can hand in a certain hallucinatory funerary object in Wang Zanghaixiu's underground palace at the foot of the flames in Turpan.As for what it wants to do after getting this thing, I don't know.The forces behind the destruction of the Zhang family and the Wang family are not what I want to know now. The moment I decided to come here, I made up my mind.Let history let him be buried in the dust, living people are far more important than dead stories.

Yang Hai seemed to be thinking about something too. Looking at his side face, I could vaguely find his outline before his disfigurement. It was very familiar. It seemed that I had seen a silhouette thousands of times before, but I couldn’t remember it for a while. Whose outline is this.At this time, a burly man who was half a head taller than me gave Yang Hai a sweat, and then Yang Hai stood up and turned around and walked towards him. The man chattered a lot, and his eyes kept wandering On my side, are you going to expel me, a waste of force that looks like scum in their eyes?Yang Hai nodded calmly, and suddenly turned his head to the side and called out "Wu Xie". I was shocked and stood up immediately.The man saw my reaction, laughed, and walked away.I was left standing there with a bewildered expression on my face.

What kind of conspiracy is this?I have a faint feeling that this bastard Yang Hai might have sold me out... No, whether he sold me out or not.What the hell am I bothering about.Yang Hai turned around and walked towards me, wearing the same Arabian gown and messy black hair, I felt like I met Brother Sharp.But, still, very happy.

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☆、Sorrow of Kirin

We followed this tribe all the way to the east, and gradually, the vegetation on the ground began to become denser.It seems that the base camp of these people is in the water source.At the same time, a large number of mosquitoes that are unique to this place are "buzzing" in my ears, and I always have a premonition that these mosquitoes will bite me while I am not paying attention.I have been living underground all year round, and I keep a respectful distance from such small and numerous creatures.But thinking about how well I was dressed, I let it go.On the other hand, Yang Hai, who was sitting next to me on the horse, had no mosquitoes at all. It was true that anyone with a blood type that mosquitoes dislike. As expected, I was still in poor health.

It feels very stable for a large group of people to walk in a certain direction together. I can even feel that the connection between people of this ethnic group is getting stronger and stronger in these activities. The sense of belonging, this word that does not belong to modern people, is now It really made me, a person from another world, feel it.Tired, I faintly feel that I have no more nostalgia for this world.Probably seeing me in a daze here, Yang Hai drove over and gave me a push.Because I was distracted, I almost fell off my horse when I was pushed by him. I was in a hurry, and I was furious as I barely maintained my balance. I yelled at him angrily, "What do you mean? Elementary school students would not be so childish." Shall I express my emotions by talking about it?" I grabbed his collar, "If you are dissatisfied with me, let's just talk about it, okay?!"

Yang Hai took out his collar from my hand indifferently, and said slowly: "Tsk, you are really easy to get angry, and elementary school students are easy to get angry, right?" He said, pointing to his temple, "Calm down, you will know later Yes." My emotions that had been brewing for a long time were blocked, and my mood became more and more depressed.Mysteriously, who is this foreign rice dumpling?I felt that I didn't have enough calmness to analyze the problem, so I calmed down several times before I managed to calm down.

Looking up, I found that the team had stopped. In the night, I could barely make out a mountain range in front of us on the left, and a large open space on the right, but there were hundreds of yurt-like yurts in this open space.People from the tribe got off their horses one after another, and led the horses towards the fence circle to the west.Yang Hai and I were invited to dismount, and a braided woman in a baggy suede coat led us.Following her, I passed several large and small yurts. These yurts are all conical with high roofs and the cylindrical part is very short. At first glance, people think that these yurts are conical.Before I could draw my attention back, I suddenly encountered a sea composed of countless reeds. At this time, the sky had begun to turn white, and the sea of ​​reeds was blown out of layers of waves by the wind from the depths of Tuyugou. There were also reeds in the air. The fresh breath, the whole person is as refreshed as if it has been washed.

The woman who led the way shouted "Sama" to the side of the reed sea, and after a short pause, a whistle came from the opposite side, which was exactly the same as the sound I heard when I was attacked by wild beasts.The thin and long reeds stood there one by one, something pushed them away, and after a closer look, we found a black panther swimming towards us.