Zhao Ge: 106. Guazhou Ghost Town

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Volume two, a dream can only wake up to know the past and the present, the old town is full of absurdity

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Guazhou, Gobi Desert.

The wind blows from the west, rolling yellow sand through the strange-shaped piles of rocks. In the gloomy night, the rocks look more like an ancient city sitting on a vast area than the day. The wind passed through the small holes in the rocks, and the sharp edges of the rocks made a desolate sound.

The ghost town is continuous, the wind blows like weeping, and the yellow sand obstructs pedestrians.

The Guazhou Wilderness Gobi after nightfall is like a ghost town of Yan Luo appearing in the world.

Ye Qiusheng has heard some stories about the Guazhou ghost town. If it is normal, even if you enter the Guazhou ghost town alone under the curtain of night, there is no hesitation.

But the situation is very different now.

When he came out of the Tower of Fighting Prisoners, his cultivation was sealed by the power of that strange space, and he was now almost like an ordinary person. Under this circumstance, Ye Qiusheng had to look at the ghost town legends he had heard in the past from a different perspective.

More important, but another thing.

Thyme.

In the evening.

The dusk was heavy, and in the undissipated glow, the young man wearing a white robe who didn't show anything strange from beginning to end leaned on the rock and fainted faintly. Ye Qiusheng walked over and held his wrist.

As soon as he touched Bailishu's wrist, Ye Qiusheng realized something was wrong.

Bai Lishu's hands are abnormally cold.

The qi and blood of the immortal cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but Bailishu's body temperature is not decent. This may have something to do with his techniques and sword moves—every time Bai Lishu makes a shot, he looks like a thousand miles of ice. But Bailishu's pulse was also weak and weak.

"Bailishu? Bailishu?"

Ye Qiusheng yelled twice, and the young man who always kept everything in his eyes did not respond.

The young man leaned on the dull rock. In the dim sky, his face was pale, without a trace of blood. The young man's skin was as white as ice jade, so even if his face was wrong, it would be difficult to detect. Ye Qiusheng reached out and touched Bai Lishu's forehead.

Unexpectedly cold.

The cultivation base was sealed, and Zhen Qi couldn't be mobilized. Ye Qiusheng could only get Bailishu's pulse like an ordinary doctor. He couldn't use his Zhen Qi to carefully check what Bailishu was. But even so, I can feel that Bailishu's situation is extremely bad.

From the perspective of Bailishu's vital energy, if you tell people that this is a critically ill, bedridden person, no one will doubt it. However, Bailishu is like a okay person. The bottom of Yanmen, the tower of prisoners, and the line of life and death whirl around, smashed nine pieces, town bronze soil, but also from the shadow of the wild beasts and the ancient emperor group. Di Fu got it.

Ghost knows exactly how Bailishu did it?

Ye Qiusheng looked at the sharp-edged young man who closed his eyes and receded in his drowsiness. He felt that he was more and more confused about Bailishu.

Should I say that the Nine Profound Sects are really all, and there are some crazy people?

Unable to check the condition of Baili Shu body/inside, plus his own cultivation base, Ye Qiusheng could only barely find some ordinary ones from the ring, and there is no specific requirement to give first Baili Shufu.

While taking the pill for Bailishu who was in a coma, Ye Qiusheng found that Bailishu had put away the ancient emperor talisman.

This guy...

Ye Qiusheng didn't know whether he should sigh that Bailishu did count every step, and he did everything without leaking, or he should sigh that he was cautious every step of the way, and he didn't look like a human being.

As soon as the sun sets, the desert night will soon arrive.

The sky went dark in a blink of an eye.

The temperature in Guazhou at night and during the day is completely two levels.

The temperature dropped quickly in a blink of an eye, and the true energy was sealed, and even Ye Qiusheng felt cold. He turned his head to look at Ye Qiusheng, who was unconscious, and the youth's lips were also white.

Even if Bailishu's sword is ice-bound for thousands of miles, the eyebrows are always sealed with snow, but in the end, he is only one person.

The cultivator, in the final analysis, is just a powerful person.

So even if you look at Pyrishu who is just like the ice blade, you will feel cold.

Ye Qiusheng realized for the first time that the "determinism" in the mouth of the old man was filled with many thoughts, and Bailishu, who could predict everything, would feel cold.

Ye Qiusheng took off his robe, wrapped it around the quiet and drowsy young man, stretched out his hand to lift him up. The youth is not heavy—in fact, it should be said to be very light. This person usually looks thinner when he looks at it, but he is actually thinner. It’s just that he always wears a robe and doesn’t appear to be that thin. The appearance of "Can also withstand" makes people always overlook this point unconsciously.

While carrying Bailishu step by step towards the flaky rocky mountain like an ancient city, Ye Qiusheng turned his head and glanced at Bailishu on his back.

The young man rested his head on his shoulder, and the face was very close.

Every eyelash can be seen clearly.

The young man closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes fell quietly on the pale skin. The history is countable, one by one, incomparably clear. The eyebrows that were always closed like snow, the coldness faded mostly, and they looked a little soft. At this time, Bai Lishu looked more like a scholar in the home of Zhongming Ding Shi, full of books and uncontested scholars.

See you at a thousand catties, you can go to death or life.

Ye Qiusheng remembered that when he was running in the Cangpu dynasty, he accidentally heard anecdotes about the eight schools of immortals in the teahouse, and he was talking about the old masters of the Jiuxuanmen Hanxian, and said this Jiuxuanmen Big brother is very good-looking.

What's a good idea?

It's good to see that the great sister of the Hehuan Sect, who is also a famous beauty, is willing to exchange a thousand kilograms of high-grade spirit stones for one side of the Jiu Xuan Baili Shu. This is a good idea.

The storyteller said so.

Then this is a good-looking guy with a face value of tens of millions, but he does everything that can be used to surprise his eyes. Ye Qiusheng remembered the dark underground of Yanmen, and stepped on the iron cable to meet the black chick lizard and read the figure of "Taiyilu". He remembered the figure of the young man inserting the sword into the long bronze case under the tower of the prisoner...

"What do you do after living so tired?"

Ye Qiusheng said softly, as if asking Bailishu, or asking himself.

In the depths of the sparsely populated desert, the sound of ghost crying is endless, as if answering his questions.

Ye Qiusheng stopped talking and walked towards the ghost town with Bailishu on his back.

The place they originally stayed was under a lone rock on the edge of the rocky mountain in the ghost town. Walking outside is the rolling sand dunes, from which the wind blows.

At the moment, Ye Qiusheng had to carry Bailishu into the huge rock pile in the ghost city.

This is also helpless.

The reality before their eyes is more urgent than those legends about ghost towns.

Guazhou is located in the depths of the desert, the land is ten thousand li, and the westerly wind is strong. In the autumn and winter nights, it is like "the ghost town is continuous, the wind is like crying, the yellow sand obstructs pedestrians", and it is harsh. The wind carries the sand over the sky, and in a blink of an eye it will accumulate new dunes on the original flat ground.

The sand dunes here, like waves, are not static, they are always flowing.

The sand mixed in the wind in the evening has foreshadowed a terrible sandstorm after nightfall.

And where they were before, at night, I'm afraid it will be buried by yellow sand. If his cultivation base is not sealed, it is not difficult to deal with it. But at this time Bailishu and his cultivation base were all sealed, Bailishu was still in a coma, and there was no way to deal with it.

The arrogance of the cultivator in the face of ordinary people is probably caused by this.

In front of the power of heaven and earth, mortals are like ants.

But now, facing Tianwei, Ye Qiusheng can only choose to enter the ghost town with divergent legends and retreat.

The wind is getting stronger, and the cry of ghosts becomes more and more stern, and more and more sand and gravel are mixed in the wind, scraping on the rocks, making a creepy sound.

Fortunately, they are on the edge of the ghost town, not far away.

Stepping on the stone leaves that fell on the ground after the fragments of rocks collapsed, Ye Qiusheng entered this strangely colored "city" of rocks among the herdsmen in Saishang. Ye Qiusheng didn't go too deep inside, feeling that the wind had been almost blocked by the huge rocky mountains of various shapes. When he estimated that it could block the sandstorm, he stopped.

After entering the ghost city, I realized that this stone city, which is naturally composed of countless huge rocks, is indeed strange.

In the ghost town, the sound of the wind outside has become quieter, and the vaguely stern and sharp feeling of crying like a ghost has become stronger. Walking among the rocks dozens of feet away from the ground, the huge shadows of the rocks overlap each other, creating a sense of separation.

Ye Qiusheng only felt that his footsteps seemed strange here.

Finding a place where one person can lie down under an ancient peak-like rock, Ye Qiusheng cleaned up the gravel on the ground. After thinking about it, he should find a few previously prepared robes from the ring. Put it on, and then put Bailishu on it.

God knows that he used to be in the wild, even if he is seriously injured, he can still lie down on a piece of land, and there are some small rocks and sand under his body, not to mention the expensive stuff.

No way, anyone who takes a look at the expensive Bailishu will find it a sin to let this person lie down at will.

The sword and the immortal outside the sky, Hong Chen cannot see guests.

The few sentences he had written were really correct, even in this situation, this person is still like an immortal.

But, where does the immortal in the world have so many thoughts?

Ye Qiusheng thought, digging out some torches from the ring, making do with a fire, sitting down outside the cave, and began to watch the night.