The sound of camel hooves rising and falling gradually became clearer, and soon turned into a thunderous roar, and the earth seemed to be shaken. Under the scorching sun, it was like a large number of camel-riding enemies and ghosts that transformed back and forth between reality and shadow. Comes into sight. Literature Museum
Dragon Eagle was so moved that he cried out for help, and finally realized the extraordinary ability of the timid camels to dominate the desert. They were not running at all, but jumping, more like dancing, and they kept getting closer without any effort.
It wasn't until he saw it more clearly that he realized that the enemy had thousands of cavalry. Remembering Lin Zhuang's words, a camel never sleeps and rides on the sandy waves for more than ten days without drinking any water. Long Ying's heart became cold. half.
Xueer stamped her hoofs and hissed, and touched his shoulder with the horse's head, urging him to flee.
Long Ying had no choice, so he got on his horse and fled north.
The enemy realized that the horse's endurance was far inferior to that of the camel, and pursued them relentlessly. If Longying had been riding an ordinary horse, he might not have lasted even a day, and would have died of exhaustion from the heat and poison. Fortunately, Xue'er was a gifted god. Even after running for three days and nights, she still showed no signs of fatigue and refused to stop. Long Ying also knew that death was imminent when he stopped, so he had no choice but to resign himself to fate and let Xue'er walk endlessly.
The sound of camels chasing me was sometimes closer and sometimes far away, like a ghost possessing me.
On the upper and lower hills, Long Ying was dizzy. The exhaustion from fighting through the siege that night had not yet been replenished. He couldn't help but support Xue'er with his devilish energy. He tried his best to feed Xue'er the whole pot of water while walking, and drank every drop. Finally, he threw away the kettle, leaned on Xueer, and fell into a state of half-asleep and half-awake until he lost consciousness.
Dragon Eagle woke up with a start, with all his strength restored and full of demonic energy.
Xue'er stopped and stood unusually still.
A very ominous and terrifying feeling surged in Long Ying's heart. When he opened his eyes, he saw that in front of him was no longer a desperate scene in the desert. Instead, he was in a semi-desert area, and he was in a sparse forest area of poplar trees.
He hurriedly jumped off the horse, took off the saddle at once, took another sheepskin bag filled with water, moved it in front of Xue'er, pressed the horse's head with one hand, and fed it water with the other hand.
Xueer closed her eyes and refused to open the horse's mouth, forcing the bag into its mouth. It also spit out the water.
Longying's hand pressing the horse's head began to tremble, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Xueer was completely exhausted. It was only its innate pride that made it unwilling to breathe out its last breath. He fell down so easily before taking a breath.
Long Ying's mind went blank, and he could no longer think normally in his heartbreak. He had been going smoothly since leaving the barren valley hut, and now he finally tasted the pain of separation and death. At this moment, a sudden flash of light came to his mind, and he rushed to the saddle. Search and find Bada's return gift. The bag of salt that Bada said could save the horse's life. Fortunately, it was not lost.
Long Ying took out a handful of salt and stuffed it into Xue'er's mouth. Unexpectedly, she refused to eat it and even vomited it out with great difficulty.
Long Ying couldn't help crying. At his wits' end, he moved in his heart. He put a little salt in his palm, and poured water into his palm. Mix the water and salt, hold up the horse's head, and pour the salt water into its throat.
This time Xueer was obedient, took all the orders and swallowed the salt water. Longying was overjoyed and changed the method, stuffing the salt into the sheepskin water bag, shaking it well and pouring it into Xueer's drink.
Xueer fed him big mouthfuls and opened her eyes, obviously regaining some vitality.
After Longying fed it another bag of salt water, he put his arms around the horse's neck and slowly injected the devilish energy into the horse's body.
Long Ying fell to the ground, his face covered with tears, but this time he shed tears of joy.
Xueer returned to her normal state, kept tapping her hooves, and even leaned forward to lean down her horse's head to make out with him.
Long Ying hugged the horse's neck, feeling excited. This time it was all because he loved the horse and tried his best to save his life. If Xue'er really died, he would not be happy in the future. He thought about the two extreme situations of life and death.
, which made him feel chilled, and he was even more fortunate that the situation did not develop to the most unfortunate end.
The sun goes down.
Xueer urged him to go on the road again.
How could Long Ying be willing to let Xue'er work hard? He picked up the saddle and the remaining bag of water, spread out his footwork, let his beloved horse chase behind him, and swept towards the west.
The destination is the most prosperous place in this area, the capital of Khotan, the city of Khotan.
After sixteen days of non-stop driving, we finally arrived at the large oasis where Khotan is located.
After experiencing the hardships and dangers of the desert, I felt that the prairie in front of me was unparalleled in beauty. The Kunlun Mountains on the left stretched majestically, with snow peaks rising up. The oasis spread out from the foot of the mountain like a blanket, extending to the horizon on the other side.
The valley is flat and the trees are lush. The pine towers are like sharp swords pointing to the blue sky. The grass is green. In the middle of summer, white clouds are slowly floating in the clear sky. The grass waves are undulating with the wind. Flowers are blooming everywhere. A small river is not far away.
The music of nature was played, and the scent of flowers and plants was carried into his nose by the gentle wind, making Longying's heart intoxicated.
If one day I can bring the little witch and Renya here, how happy will they be? Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the fairy gate, which is like the reincarnation of the past that happened countless lives ago. Time can indeed heal everything, especially if it is so difficult.
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Xue'er, who was grazing behind him, suddenly jumped up and neighed.
The dragon eagle was secretly surprised and looked towards it, only to see its eyes shining strangely, focusing in the direction of Kunlun Mountain. It kept raising its head and neighing, looking extremely excited.
The dragon eagle followed its gaze and saw a herd of wild horses running and chasing each other in the distance.
Longying understood that for every owner, there must be a horse. Because Xueer smelled the smell of the female horse in heat, she "fell lustfully" and asked for a "fair lady, a gentleman likes to be jealous", so she walked over and hugged Xueer's
Neck said: "Xue'er, do you want to be ridiculous?"
Xue'er didn't know if she understood what he said, so she turned her head to lick him and couldn't help but hiss.
Dragon Eagle laughed, patted it vigorously, and said: "Go! I will find out the way and come back to find you."
Let it go and pat its butt again.
Xue'er hissed happily, let go of her hooves, and galloped away without looking back.
Long Ying's heart was filled with deep feelings for Xue'er, and he felt great comfort. Allowing his beloved horse, which had always been wild and untamed, to enjoy itself freely in this beautiful prairie was really the best way to repay it.
He is not worried at all that the wild horses dare to reject Xue'er, because Xue'er is the evil emperor of Mali, and horses, male and female, can only surrender.
It wasn't until Xue'er turned into a small black spot in the wild horses, blending harmoniously with the other horses, that he calmed down, hid the saddle, and set out on the road alone.
Even though Long Ying had been mentally prepared, when he arrived at Khotan City, he still couldn't help but marvel at the scale, prosperity and uniqueness of the western domain city fortress.
The city of Khotan is located in the middle of a large oasis between the Taklimakan and Kunlun Mountains. It is sandwiched between the two source rivers of the Hotan River, the Karakash River and the Yulongkash River. The two rivers merge to the north of Khotan to form the Hotan River.
It rushes into the Sea of Death, forming a green shortcut that runs through the Taklimakan. Following this road, you can reach the Qiuci Kingdom in the northern border of the Great Sand Sea.
Khotan is not only a must-pass fortress heading west to Persia and Tianzhu, but it is also the only shortcut across the Sea of Death. Its prosperity can be imagined.
The city of Khotan is divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts. The outer city has no city walls and is composed of irregular buildings. The large and small streets caused by the buildings are narrow and winding, but they are filled with business travelers from all over the world. .The relatively spacious streets are lined with shops, and the open space is as lively as a market. People from all over the world set up stalls and sell loudly, and there is no shortage of patrons. It is a place full of opportunities.
What is unique is the vast square of more than 2,000 steps before entering the inner city. At both ends, there are more than ten large tents that can accommodate hundreds of people, making people feel adventurous. The air is full of various smells. , of course, the strong scent of camels, horses, cattle and sheep is indispensable.
After the dragon eagle gave way to a large group of shepherds driving sheep into the inner city, they crowded in with various people and entered the inner city. Against the background of the domes of the mosque, a house built on a hill to the north The castle-like building stands tall and majestic. The relationship is like Li Zhiji's Yazhang and Rao Le, only the scale is many times larger.
There were more than ten Khotanese soldiers standing guard at the entrance to the city, but they did not spare anyone any trouble and just watched with cold eyes.
Before entering the city, Long Ying had already put on an ugly mask. When the soldiers saw his disgraceful appearance, they quickly looked away, not wanting to take another look.
The inner city is much more orderly, with clearly defined main and secondary branches. Several tributaries of the Khotan River run through the southeast, making the city of Khotan full of vitality. For a moment, I thought I was in a Jiangnan town with dense river bridges.
There are many hotels on both sides of the main street leading to Wangbao. Long Ying pretends to be a Tibetan and speaks Tubo language. But looking at the expression on the owner's face, you can tell that he knows that he is a Han. He found the most decent one and took out one. I exchanged the gold ingots for more than a hundred Khotanese copper coins and paid to put them in the store. The room in the backyard was dark but spacious, messily filled with straw mats, felts and cooking utensils. Long Ying took care of his mother and left everything behind. I fell asleep and woke up at noon the next day. Not only was my energy restored, but my magic skills seemed to be greatly improved. In a good mood, I left the hotel and entered this strange city where people from all over the world gathered.
Long Ying and more than a dozen Tocharian businessmen crowded into an open-air deli, enjoying the spicy mutton soup that made people cry out for help. Everyone was sweating profusely under the high temperature, and Long Ying's sweat also seeped out from his ugly mask, saying It would be a lie if he didn't feel uncomfortable. But it was this feeling of blood and sweat that made him happy after going through a long journey in the desert and a near-death journey.
I thought that now it would be like Xue'er waiting for a group of horses to arrive at the Great Ghost, drinking water and eating grass on the shore of the hot spring lake.
But I also have a headache.
He had just asked more than a dozen elderly Khotanese about the route to Tubo. No one understood Turkic. Fortunately, three of them had a rough understanding of Tubo. However, the route they spoke was different. The only thing that was the same was It was unclear, and the place names they spoke in native dialect made him even more confused, not knowing what they meant.
It seems that the Han people here must be chosen to ask for directions.
At this moment, two women from unknown places caught his attention. They were all wrapped in black cloth, with only one pair of eyes exposed. Perhaps because the only thing they could see directly were their eyes, their beautiful eyes were particularly bright and moving. And the delicate body wrapped in the robe is even more graceful and attractive, full of exotic style.