Zhao Ge: 110. In the depths of the clouds

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The broken sand fell to the ground.

Neither Ye Qiusheng nor Bailishu spoke again. The fire was burning, and there were fine crackling noises from time to time. The two big brothers of Xianmen Bazong were silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.

The wind is blowing.

There were no other accidents that night, and I don’t know if it was because the sand wolf’s body was piled up at the entrance of the cave, which shocked other predators wandering in the ghost town.

As the sky gradually lights up, the sandstorm gradually ceases, and the wind no longer falls down the sand. Guazhou’s days are dry and hot, and most of the predators in the ghost town come out at night. For Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng at this time, the ghost town during the day is obviously much safer than at night.

After drinking a lot of spirits last night, Ye Qiusheng only felt that his throat was not dry properly.

He rubbed his temples, regretting that he should pick up some blood from the wolf while the wolf carcass was still warm yesterday. It was not easy to find water in the desert. He and Bailishu weren't people who were idle and ready to prepare water while taking precautions.

If Bailishu is all right, a sword is frozen, and some water will come out, it may be feasible.

But now, Bailishu's situation is worse than him.

While thinking about how to get some water, Ye Qiusheng skinned the wolf and unloaded it.

He used his obviously extraordinary ancient blade to do this kind of butcher's work of slaughtering pigs and sheep, but he was not half reluctant to bear it. His movements were exceptionally skilled, and he seemed to do such things frequently.

When he got out of the cave, Ye Qiusheng glanced at Bailishu. After waking up, Baili Shuo did not fall asleep again, lying in the cave, slightly lowering his eyes not knowing what he was thinking.

This guy...

Really, as long as you can hold it, you must hold it.

Sighing, Ye Qiusheng skillfully set up a small fire again and started roasting wolf meat. While roasting wolf meat, he thought of other things.

Guazhou is sparsely populated. Most of the refugees who moved north during the Guangwu period settled near the oasis. The nearest Bo Mu Fort is on the other side of the ghost town. Guazhou's middle sand dunes are endless, and they are not locals. To find a way in the desert can only rely on the stars at night, but at night Guazhou is raging by sandstorms, so it is undoubtedly impossible to bypass the ghost town and go to Bomubao.

The safest way is to walk through the ghost town.

However, the ghost town...it's not like a peaceful and peaceful place.

The place they are now is just outside the ghost town. It's hard to say what's in the ghost town.

There are many legends about ghost towns. It is said that the ghost town was once a Buddha city in the Western Regions, but then the monks did not know why they made a big mistake, and God sent punishments, turning all the monks with advanced cultivation into stones. Eighteen tall rocky mountains can be found in the depths of the ghost city, which look like monks bowing their heads.

Ye Qiusheng didn't know whether the ghost city was caused by the condemnation of the Buddha city.

Guazhou is located at the turn of the Jintang and Fugeng, within the scope of the Nine Profound Gate and Tianji Valley, and the Taishangzong is far away. But Ye Qiusheng had heard the old man mention that Guazhou was the place where Fenggui returned. In addition, the disciple of Taishangzong who had experience disappeared here, but the elder of the sect had not said a word.

What is the land of Fenggui?

Ye Qiusheng has been confused.

What the old man said that he was half-hidden and half-tempered often bore him.

While roasting the wolf meat, Ye Qiusheng glanced into the depths of the ghost city. The tall boulders stood like peaks and gathered into forests. There was no night's weirdness in the sun, and it looked like a simple maze.

The other half of the danger in the ghost town comes from the word "maze". There are huge boulders. Naturally, according to certain rules, people can easily lose their direction when walking in it. It is common for ordinary people to be trapped here.

"Want to go through the ghost town?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out what the "land of phoenix return" meant by the old man. Ye Qiusheng asked Bailishu while turning the wolf meat that was about to be cooked.

"Tianji Valley." Bailishu did not answer Ye Qiusheng's question. His face was still very pale, but the tone of his words could not tell whether his condition was good or not. "Have you been in contact with Tianji Valley? ?"

"Tianji Valley?"

Ye Qiusheng paused when he turned the hand of the barbecue. He raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Bailishu.

"Those **** sticks?"

Among the Eight Immortal Sects, Tianji Valley is arguably the most mysterious. They claim to be "black-and-white and cold-eyed, why don’t you ask the secret of the heavens". In the mountains, unlike other immortal gates, they are hidden in layers of clouds, and there are many phantom arrays, as if they are afraid that others will know the same.

Tianji Valley has always been content with counting the secrets of the heavens, proficient in Qimen Guashu, and good at deducing the world.

Of course, these are what Tianjigu claims.

Ye Qiusheng's impression of Tianji Valley has always been on the word "sacred stick". The direct disciples of Tianji Valley, like their sect, rarely appear in front of people. Ye Qiusheng had dealt with them several times, and only felt that those people only talked about three points, and the virtues of acting gods and ghosts were as good as the bad old men.

Even in the Eight Immortal Sects, Tianji Valley is quite mysterious.

Tianji Valley is also the least populated sect.

On the few occasions when I met Tianjigu’s direct disciples, those direct disciples all wore cloaks and white hats, or appeared in the light blue morning light in the early morning, or when they were far away in the middle of the night, their trails were erratic.

But...

Ye Qiusheng suddenly thought of something and glanced at Bailishu.

Don’t say anything else, it’s just like counting the secrets of heaven, and there are so many secrets. Baili is quite like the way of Tianji Valley. Thinking of this, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help frowning. Bai Lishu's appearance as if everything counted in was really not like the lunatics of the Nine Profound Clan, but rather like those of Tianji Valley.

Bai Lishu listened to Ye Qiusheng's talk about Tianji Valley, and said nothing.

Some fragmented, difficult-to-join pictures continue to come to his mind.

——A group of people with hats walked silently on the plank road of Qianren Cliff. They were silent and said nothing. Layers of clouds hover in the eternal mountains, and ancient temples are looming in the deep valley.

The deep stream of Taotao travels through the gorge, rushing back and forth, and the white water splashes splashing and breaking in the slanting gorge, and the birds fly diagonally from the bottom of the gorge and rush into the layer. Layer of clouds.

A man with a white hat walked on the cliff, and the sky fell from a long distance.

In the middle of the pedestrian, a man with a sword on his back is leading a young boy.

As he passed a turn, the boy being led turned his head and glanced.

At that moment, Bai Lishu saw the boy's face clearly.

——A little bit young, but very familiar.

That is his face.

The picture in my mind is broken like splashes of water hitting a cliff in a deep valley. The chaos is inseparable, but one pair of them, but so familiar, familiar to him as if he had really walked on the plank road of that ten thousand-foot cliff.

The picture of walking on the plank road soon shattered. Bailishu saw that the pedestrian who was walking on the plank road had reached the depths of the giant valley. A simple and magnificent temple was built in the depths of clouds and fog. On the eaves of the temple, there are statues of ancient beasts, and under the eaves are copper bells.

When the mountain wind blew, the copper bell shook and made a clear sound, echoing in the valley.

The man with the hat knelt in the temple and knocked his head against a stone stele with no words.

Only the young man who had been led, stood in the temple, looking up at the huge wordless stele, with a touch of sadness on his face.

……

——"Tianji Valley is proficient in the Qimen Guashu. According to legend, there are divine stones from ancient times in the Tianji Valley."

These images continue to appear, one after another, and the truth is revealed. With Ye Qiusheng's voice, the old picture shattered and the new picture emerged.

In the vast snowy night, his own voice rang in his ears again: Who am I?

Bai Lishu leaned his head on the wall and lowered his eyes to cover the fatigue in his eyes. He responded softly and motioned Ye Qiusheng to continue.

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While Ye Qiusheng was talking about his understanding of Tianji Valley and turning the barbecue in his hand, on the sand dunes outside the ghost city.

After the overnight sandstorm, the ups and downs of the sand dunes have changed again. The crescent-shaped sand dunes were blown by the breeze, and broken sand fell one after another.

From a distance, camel bells spread.

The sound of camel bells in the desert is long and penetrating.

A long line of camels meandered across the horizon, heading straight towards the ghost town of Guazhou consisting of countless huge rocks. The camel team is quite large, with a hundred people, carrying heavy bags on the hunchback, including many foldable tents. There are old and young people in the camel team, and there are no camels carrying salutes to carry the elderly.

The half-year-old child walks on the sand dune with the adult leading the camel.

No matter how big or small the camel team is, they wear large hats on their heads, and they wear large outer robes with gauze hanging from the edges of the hats to block the sun.

This camel team doesn't look like a caravan going to and from Guazhou.

The camel team is led by an extraordinarily tall white camel. Riding on the head camel is an old man with a heavy long necklace around his neck. The old man’s hand is holding a roll of ancient, I don’t know if it is What map made of animal skins.

"Asa, here we are."

A tall, strong man is leading the old man’s camel, with a wide belt inlaid with silver and precious stones around his waist, and a machete decorated with precious stones hung.

The camel team stopped outside the ghost town. Everyone looked at the huge boulders of various shapes. In the sun, the boulders looked extraordinarily tall.

The old man was supported by the man and turned over from the camel. He walked to a boulder, looked at the shape of the boulder, and then unfolded the map he held tightly in his hand.

After looking at the map for a long time, the old man raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky.

"Here."

The old man said, his voice was hoarse and old, but he was extraordinarily firm and powerful.