The junction of Yan, Tang, and Zuozhang Wangting is a desolate Gobi. Because water and grass are scarce, no herdsmen from the Three Kingdoms want to live here. Even if the deserters start war again, the grassland of Zuozhang Wangting is destroyed.
There are a lot of encroachments, but there are still no people here.
The sun over the next door is naturally not gentle. From a distance, it can be seen that the heat flow that distorts space is floating on the bare ground.
Even in such an extreme environment, there are two figures walking on the narrow sand mountain. They are not like the dry lips and eyes full of fear like those herdsmen who occasionally pass by. Instead, they look full of fun.
"The teacher is still thoughtful. If you buy spirits in Helan City as I said, then even if I like to drink spirits, I won't drink them right now."
The master touched his beard, took the cold wine bag from Ye Chao, opened the lid, took a sip, and said: "That's natural. The more you walk, the more you know which road to take."
What to drink."
Ye Chaodao: "Indeed, although I have always wanted to have a good look at this world, I have not been to many places. For example, I have never been here. I have never been to Weicheng, where my junior brother lived since childhood, Xiling Taoshan, Xiling
I have never been to Huangxuankong Mountain, and there is also the Great River Country in the corner of the South China Sea."
The Master smiled heartily and said, "Then from now on, you can follow me and take a good look at the world."
"With you?"
"how?"
"That's so pointless."
The master's beard seemed to have straightened, and he glared at Ye Chaodao like a angry child: "The only one who can travel with me around the world is slowly. Besides, do you know how many people in this world are willing to travel with me?"
Ye Chaodao: "Those who want to go with the teacher must have a purpose other than fun. If it is just for fun, they will definitely choose Hongxiu Tianxiang."
The master flicked his sleeves and no longer looked at the disciples around him who always liked to outshine others in words.
"I almost forgot to mention that when I was buying wine in Helan City, I received a message that my junior brother left Weicheng a month ago and was heading towards the Gobi. According to their speed, they might encounter the Xiling Allied Forces."
The Master said: "He wants to escape the world's crusade against Sangsang, but also doesn't want the world to crusade against the academy, so he can only go to Beihuang where Xiling has less influence, so he will definitely pass that battlefield."
Ye Chao sighed and said: "Sure enough, the power of inertia can always bring things back to the point where they should have happened."
The Master said: "It's just like living beings, no matter how brilliant or glorious their lives are, they will die one day; another example is two rivers with completely opposite directions, their final destination is the ocean. The power of inertia is fate.
, is a rule that can be found or not found in this world, so many people want to break it and have a different destiny."
Therefore, the Master looked at the vast night behind Min Mountain.
Ye Chao also looked at the night behind the vast Min Mountain.
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The jet-black carriage was traveling on the Gobi Desert, and jet-black clouds were floating in the sky.
In the car, Sang Sang's face turned very white, and her little hands, which were rough from doing too much menial work, became like the white jade produced by the dry riverbed in the west of Weicheng for countless years.
Her changes seemed to satisfy some of Ning Que's previous fantasies, but the problem was that she was coughing almost all the time, sometimes sleeping for several days at a time, and even after waking up and looking through the notes, she would complain to Ning Que.
Show indifference.
So Ning Que was in pain.
A group of Xiling cavalry coming from the direction of Minshan saw the carriage along the black clouds. After a very short pause to think, they launched a charge in the direction of the carriage.
Countless sharp arrows glowing with runes pierced the void and landed on the carriage. However, the moment the sharp arrows, which could penetrate even a chariot made of fine iron, hit the carriage, they seemed to have encountered some kind of extreme situation.
The hard existence was bounced away.
After that, countless sharp arrows were seen coming out of the carriage and quickly pierced the throats of the Xiling cavalry.
In the car, Ning Que put away his iron bow, looked at the pale-faced Sangsang and said, "It's okay, Sangsang."
Sangsang asked: "Master, which camp are they from?"
Ning Que said: "Xiling Cavalry."
Sangsang took out the note from his sleeve, looked at it, and said: "In the sixteen attacks we encountered, there were people from the Golden Tent Royal Court and Nanmen monks disguised as horse thieves, but we have never encountered Xiling.
People, have you found us in Xiling?"
Ning Que frowned. In order to avoid trouble this month, they had been walking through the desolate Gobi. Although they had been attacked and killed more than ten times, in order not to expose their traces, he would kill those people happily every time.
, so they did not know that the Xiling Allied Forces were fighting with the Huangren at the southern foot of Minshan Mountain at this time.
"Although their equipment is excellent, their highest level of cultivation is only in the Dongxuan Middle Realm. If Xiling finds out that we will not send them here, it should be an accidental encounter this time."
After listening, Sangsang's frown relaxed slightly, and she dragged her body wrapped in quilts into the arms of her young master.
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Ten days later, the black carriage stopped outside Minshan Mountain.
Ning Que, who was sitting outside the carriage, looked at the black-red soil and the occasional shepherd dog holding a stump in its mouth, with a very solemn expression.
He was a frontier soldier in Weicheng, so he knew why the soil was black and red, and why the shepherd dogs could easily run around with the stumps in their mouths.
Sangsang pushed the carriage open a small gap and asked softly: "Master, why don't we leave?"
Ning Que said in a serious tone: "There was a terrible war here recently."
Sangsang's little face was startled. The young master said that war is when many, many people are fighting, and a terrible war is when hundreds of thousands of people are fighting.
Ning Que jumped to the ground, picked up a worn-out chopping ax that was half buried in the grass, and finally returned to the car and said, "Maybe I know why we met that group of Xiling cavalry a few days ago."
Sangsang asked: "Why?"
Ning Que placed the battle ax in front of Sangsang and said, "I went to the Yanbei border when the academy was practicing cultivation, so I have seen the weapons used by the barren people, and this battle ax is it."
Sangsang instantly understood what the young master wanted to express and asked: "Are the people fighting here Xiling and Huangren?"
"Well, so, when we enter the Tianqi Mountains, we can only go through the Golden Tent Palace."
After saying that, Ning Que jumped on the carriage and without hesitation ordered the big black horse to turn around.
But at this moment, the sound of countless people running and shouting came from far away from the foot of Minshan Mountain.
(Writing about Ning Que seems to be a waste of time, but it actually needs to be written for the subsequent plot. Although this book is a fan, and everyone has read Jiang Ye, it would be very direct if it is not written, which will affect the reading experience. Next update