The yellow sand stretched for several hours, and the jeep flew through the golden waves. Finally, around three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, it reached a mysterious and unknown area.
When he got here, An Liman parked the car behind some sand dunes and got out of the car on the walking path, "Where we are now is in the hinterland of Lop Nur. It is a place that is not marked on the map and cannot even be detected by satellites.
Everyone must follow carefully and never act without permission. If you get lost, you will never be able to come back."
"Brother Anliman, how long does it take to reach the Zoroastrian altar?" I held my head against the scorching sun and drank a sip of water. The temperature difference in the desert was too great. The scorching sun was burning like a fire, which was extremely draining on my physical strength.
Even the sand on the ground was too hot to stand on, making everyone a little impatient.
An Liman said with a smile, "No rush, we'd better walk slower during the day and arrive at that place before the weather gets cold. You must remember that the Zoroastrian Cult is located in the northwest and is not a bastard force.
, return immediately after gathering the information you want, and do not conflict with them head-on."
This ambiguous reply made me more suspicious. I also recalled Nangong Yun's instructions before leaving, and I couldn't help but have some doubts about An Liman.
Is he walking so slowly on purpose to save energy and facilitate our next actions, or does he have other plans?
Thinking of this, I secretly winked at Chen Xuanyi and Feng Li. They were both smart people and did not need my words to instruct them. They already knew my thoughts. They nodded secretly and gave me "understanding" looks.
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We continued walking, staggering through the wild waves of the golden sea. After nearly two hours, we finally arrived at an oasis.
When we saw the cluster of green grass appearing in the desert, we were even more excited than when we saw our own mother. We couldn't help but want to run up to it, hold the ditch and drink our fill, but An Liman stopped us, with a look on his face.
He said solemnly, "Don't act recklessly. Every oasis in the desert has scarce resources, and the branch altar of Zoroastrian Cult is also nearby. If you approach the oasis rashly, you will definitely be noticed by the secret sentry."
At this moment, everyone was so thirsty that their throats were filled with smoke. Feng Li asked, "Is this oasis the goal of this trip?"
"That's right." An Liman looked at Nangong Yun, who was silent next to him, and whispered, "No matter how rampant the power of Zoroastrianism is, in the final analysis, it is still composed of flesh and blood. So many followers have to live.
, it is impossible to leave the water source, so you can basically see Zoroastrian members in any oases in the desert. When it gets dark, this is their resting place."
Chen Xuanyi asked in confusion, "What about during the day? Are these people always moving in the desert?"
"That's not entirely true." An Liman shook his head and said that during the day, most of these believers lurked throughout the desert, looking for suitable caravans to attack, and some would stay in the main altar to recuperate.
I raised my hand and asked, "Then where is his headquarters?"
"No one knows." An Liman shook his head and stopped talking.
But I noticed something strange in his speech and behavior, and I couldn't help but wonder to myself, does this person really not know, or is he pretending not to know?
In order to avoid being exposed, we just found a nearby sand dune to lurk and wait quietly for dark.
The sand in this desert is enough to bake eggs, and the hardship of being buried in it is naturally obvious. However, in order to successfully complete the plan, we can only endure it patiently until the sky gradually darkens, and then we feel better.
It's night, a breeze blows, and the yellow sand is like rugged waves under the moonlight, stretching endlessly and making it spectacular.
Under that small oasis, some torches flickered faintly, and vaguely, I saw a few figures walking under the shade of the trees, in small groups, playing and joking around the water source.
The clothes of these people are very different from the Han people we see in daily life. They usually wear black scarves and long gowns with wide cuffs, a typical Western style, and they all speak the local language, which we can't understand.
"Here we come!" An Liman suddenly waved his hand and summoned us to gather together. Then he pointed at the figures that appeared in the shade and said, "They are the people of the Zoroastrian Cult. The leader is called Hobas. He once fought with me."
Cross paths."
I squinted my eyes and looked in the direction of his finger, and then I saw a dark-skinned, tall and thin middle-aged figure, holding a curved bow and sword, with a thick beard on his face, which looked extremely rough.
This guy is a typical barbarian. Although he didn't notice anything unusual, he showed a cautious and fierce look when he was diving into the water. He looked around at the wind and grass around him from time to time, like an alert poisonous snake.
An Liman whispered, "This man is a high-ranking member of the Zoroastrian Cult. As long as we capture him, we should be able to find out the whereabouts of Lin Yuan. But worry, this guy is proficient in the psychedelic arts of the Western Regions. He is a difficult opponent and not easy to deal with."
capture."
Feng Li immediately slapped his chest and said, "What's so difficult about this? I've long wanted to meet these barbarian masters for a while, so just leave it to me!"
After saying that, Feng Li immediately jumped out from the pile of sand where he was hiding. His body flashed like a rattlesnake swimming in the sand, walking close to the ground and moving very fast.
Nangong Yun couldn't help but pursed her lips and sighed, "Lin Feng, the people you brought here are indeed very skilled. Where does this young hero Feng Li come from?"
After hearing this, I had no choice but to whisper, "He has no sect, he is a transformer..."
Nangong Yun said "Oh", her eyes sparkling, and she said no wonder, I can always feel a touch of evil spirit in this young man.
Generally speaking, practitioners are divided into two categories, one is Buddhist and Taoist people like Chen Xuanyi who have a clear sect inheritance background, and the other is casual practitioners like me and Feng Li.
But strictly speaking, there are differences between Feng Li and I. After all, Feng Li is a transformer, and all methods are obtained through the activation of blood. They are innate blood talents. Even without the guidance of a master, he can learn by himself without a teacher.
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It is precisely because of this that converts are regarded as aliens by the Central Plains Taoism.
However, Nangong Yun obviously didn't care about Feng Li's origin. Looking at his weird movements, she cheered repeatedly. On the other hand, Chen Xuanyi and I were also eager to try, outflanking the oasis from the left and right respectively.
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Feng Li attacked from the front and arrived at the edge of the oasis in the blink of an eye.
His elusive movement also made it impossible for the other party to notice it immediately. It was not until Feng Li had dived into the water and was about to approach Hobas that the latter could sense something from under the rugged water.
Strange, he immediately took out the crescent moon sword and slashed it into the water, jumped up suddenly, and yelled.
Bang!
At the same moment, a splash of water exploded in the canal, water droplets splashed, and a dark figure shot out.
Feng Li's nails swelled sharply, and a vague gray mist swam on his fingertips, turned into a steel knife, and hit Hobas' face directly.
"Drink!" That Hobas was no ordinary person. He was suddenly attacked and did not panic. He directly turned the crescent sword sideways to block it, and collided with Feng Li's nails, making a loud explosion.