A person can travel very fast. Yuan Fengxing rushed from Turpan to Dunhuang non-stop. He tied himself to a horse and took two other strong horses to travel through the starry night. The war horses are all high-quality Mongolian horses that can be selected for their endurance.
Excellent for long-distance marches without interruption.
Yuan Feng changed horses every time he walked a certain distance, and continued to move forward with the empty horse. However, no matter how strong the endurance of the war horse was, it could not withstand his uncontrolled torture. Finally, one horse collapsed from exhaustion and uttered nonsense.
Mo fell to the ground, and Yuan Feng had no choice but to untie its saddle and throw it aside, leaving it to fend for itself.
The temperature in the basin is extremely high, and the white sun hangs in the air. The steaming people are breathless. The horses are staggering, and they seem to be on the verge of collapse. A goshawk is spinning in the air, seemingly
Waiting to eat the meat of the man and the horse, Yuan Feng picked up the water bag and poured it out. It was empty without a drop of water. Looking at the water bags on the horse's back, they were all shriveled. He glanced at the goshawk in the sky.
, picked up the bow and arrow, but the goshawk roared and stabbed diagonally.
The steaming heat from the ground filled the air, and the scenery in the distance could not be seen clearly. There seemed to be a green patch of green in a trance. The war horse also felt something at this time, snorted and stopped.
An oasis, it must be an oasis. Yuan Feng mustered up his energy and urged his war horses to walk over. He didn’t know how long he walked, but finally found a lush green valley. This was a valley. The red sand was scorching outside, but the inside was covered with greenery. The boundaries were clearly defined, like two worlds.
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The valley was full of grapes, white, purple, black, knotted everywhere. Yuan Feng untied the rope and fell off his horse, grabbed a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing even the core of the grapes. It was sweet.
Juicy and extremely mellow, the war horses also devoured the grapes. Their appetite was much greater than that of Yuan Feng. They swept up the grapes with their leaves and ate until their stomachs were round. Yuan Feng lay down on the ground and rested for a while, and the war horses
Rolling on the ground for a rest, he knew that without proper rest, he would not be able to get out of the Turpan Basin, let alone save others.
The grapes were not wild, but were built on shelves, and there were raised mounds on the ground, which were karez wells for irrigation. Yuan Feng filled several water bags with water, and picked a lot of grapes.
Leaving a gold coin behind, he pulled the reluctant war horse away from the Grape Valley and continued on his way.
After two days of arduous trek, we finally arrived at the edge of Turpan, Hami, where there was already a military station of the Xiliang Army. The soldiers were shocked to find that their commander suddenly visited. They were all dehydrated and extremely thin, but Yuan Feng just
After changing horses and replenishing supplies, we set off again.
All the way south from Hami, we had to trek thousands of miles over the Flame Mountain to reach Dunhuang. This journey was extremely difficult and full of hardships. When we passed through the Xingxing Gorge, all three horses that Yuan Feng had exchanged for in Hami had fallen dead.
He was the only one left walking in the desolate Gobi. The so-called seventy-seven and forty-nine days had long passed. Hermione was probably the soul of Dunhuang, but her persistent belief was still supporting her.
He continued to move forward. He drank all the water, drank the urine, and threw away the bow and arrows. He only held a long knife in his hand as a crutch, and walked forward step by step.
A small black dot appeared in the distance. As we got closer and closer, it turned out to be a lonely ascetic. In this deserted Gobi Desert, two lonely travelers met.
The ascetic stopped and asked, "Where did the donor come from?"
"I just took a big *** detour."
"What happened?"
"Save people."
"Where did Master come from and what did he do?" Yuan Feng asked rhetorically.
"The poor monk came from Tianzhu to save people and save the world."
"oh."
After a brief chat, the two passed each other, and Yuan Feng continued to stumble forward. The ascetic also lifted the bamboo basket on his back and moved forward, his steps as firm as ever.
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The forty-nine days have long passed, and Yuan Feng is still trudging on the road to Dunhuang. The Western Region is extremely desolate, and wars have been frequent recently. Even the footprints of businessmen have disappeared. Yuan Feng finally arrived in Shule by eating cactus and grass roots.
riverside.
A group of cavalry spotted him and realized that this haggard man was their commander, so they quickly put him on their horse, and the cavalry cleared the way and galloped away towards Dunhuang.
Today's Dunhuang is much more prosperous than when Yuanfeng left. It has become an important town for material and cultural exchanges between the Qiang and Tibetans in the Western Regions of the Central Plains. Businessmen from the Central Plains are constantly coming, materials are piled up on the site, and the streets are full of newly opened shops.
People dressed in various ethnic costumes crowded around each other, making it a prosperous scene.
A group of cavalry rushed into the gate, swung their whips and shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way." The common people gave way and watched as the pair of Xiliang soldiers surrounded an unkempt homeless man and headed towards the Grand Mosque.
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People with various accents asked each other who that person was, and the answers were surprisingly uniform. That person must be the Malaysian thief who had just been caught!
No one came to greet Yuan Feng. Zhao Ding'an and the others led troops to sweep across the Western Regions. The Qiang and Tibetan coalition forces have also been disbanded and everyone has returned to their respective homes. Now the guard general of Dunhuang is just the former Qianzong. Yuan Feng is on horseback.
After eating some food and drinking some water, I felt a little better and headed straight to the place where Hermione was recuperating.
This is a small courtyard behind the Grand Mosque. It is quiet and elegant. The courtyard is full of grapes. A group of female soldiers are sitting there frowning. The door suddenly opens and a man with a beard and a knotted head walks in.
The female soldiers were stunned for a moment, then recognized that this was Yuan Feng, and immediately sighed. Yuan Feng asked: "Where is Your Highness? How is he doing?"
The female soldiers shook their heads sadly, sighed, and one of them said: "The commander came too late..."
He came too late and finally missed it. Although he had expected it, Yuan Feng still felt a strong sense of powerlessness and frustration. He supported a willow tree in the courtyard and slowly squatted down.
Suddenly the door opened, and a figure rushed out like a whirlwind, flew straight to Yuan Feng, hugged him: "Yuan Feng!" He only shouted one sentence before bursting into tears.
This person is none other than the real Hermione.
It has been sixty days since Hermione was shot by a poisonous arrow. Not only was she not dead, but she was still alive and kicking. Her face was much prettier than before. What was going on? Yuan Feng was very puzzled, but Hermione
She cried like a tearful person and was speechless.
Everyone in the yard quietly retreated, leaving only the two of them. After crying for a long time, Hermione said that shortly after Yuan Feng came out, Hermione was poisoned, and when her life was worse than death, an ascetic came.
Dunhuang easily detoxified Hermione.
"How did he resolve the poison?" Yuan Feng asked.
"I was in a coma at the time. I heard them say that the monk took out a poisonous snake and bit me. They were all frightened at the time and almost killed the monk with a knife. But he said that the poison was too vicious and could only be used
The venom of the most venomous king cobra can counteract it, and sure enough, the poison on my body was gone after three days, and the monk left without even asking for payment."
"Is he an ascetic from India, carrying a bamboo basket on his back?"
"Yes, have you seen him?"
"Maybe, by the way, why did your entourage say that, did you deliberately lie to me?"
"After they recovered from the illness, they sent people to Tianshan to look for you, but the journey was too far. Everyone who went there had no news, and they didn't see you for two months. These girls got angry and said, "Wait a minute."
I wanted to scare you when you came back. In fact, I wanted to scare you too, but seeing you like this...sigh."
Hermione's eyes were red and she started sobbing again. No wonder, Yuan Feng looked so horrible. His whole body was deformed, severely dehydrated, severely exhausted, his face was thin, his beard was knotted, and even two of his eyes were missing.
No one can look at the light of the past without feeling distressed.
"I hope you're okay. I've already fetched the blue lotus from Tianshan Mountain, but I can't use it now." Yuan Feng took out the gold box from his arms and placed it in front of Hermione.
Hermione opened her mouth in shock. She slowly opened the box and took out the small blue glass bottle. She looked at the sun and looked at it, making surprised tsk sounds from time to time. This was so exquisite that no one except the gods in heaven could
How can you make something so ingenious?
"This must have been placed there by the gods, don't you think?" Hermione touched Yuan Feng, but Yuan Feng didn't respond. It turned out that he had already fallen asleep, and just sat there and fell asleep.
Hermione felt sour in her heart. Without disturbing others, she personally lifted Yuan Feng and put him on her bed. She just sat there and waited, watching.
This sleep lasted three days and three nights.
Three days later, Yuan Feng finally woke up. He had never slept so deeply or so happily in his whole life. When he opened his eyes, he saw Hermione's concerned eyes: "Are you awake?"
Yuan Feng woke up, but Hermione had dark circles under her eyes, but she was extremely excited. She held up a Western glass mirror and put it in front of Yuan Feng's cover: "Let's see if he looks handsome?"
In the mirror was a young face, thin but vigorous. All the beard had been shaved off, making him look more than ten years younger. His hair had also been washed and neatly tied. Yuan Feng was a little unaccustomed to touching it.
Looking at his smooth face, he asked: "Did you shave it for me?"
"Yeah" Hermione nodded.
When Yuan Feng touched his body, he found it was naked. Lian immediately blushed: "Where are my clothes?"
"It's so dirty. I have a thick layer of salt crust all over my body. I can't even rub it. Look at my hands." Hermione stretched out her red and swollen hands to show Yuan Feng as if taking credit, but Yuan Feng was shocked and said, "Please help me."