Another layer of dust.

The gravel moves with the wind, forming tangible ripples in circles, being pushed like ripples, and then rolled up high.

The yellow sand was pushed aside, and the things buried underneath were slowly revealed. The tip of the iceberg was slowly exposed, including rugged rocks. Between the rocks, there were also weeds struggling to survive. The yellowed grass stalks were hiding in the cracks of the rocks, swaying in the wind and shivering.

.

There was another hand, a hand holding a sword, with a bell tied to the wrist, as if it had broken free of its shackles, and the moment it saw the light of day again, it was already tinkling.

A man, with his face up and his mouth closed tightly, most of his body was covered by yellow sand. During the sad ringing of the bell, he seemed to suddenly wake up from suffocation, trembled, and seemed to have done something terrible.

Nightmare, eyes suddenly opened, no blood, lips covered with dust also opened, a long groan came from the throat, as if being strangled by the throat, pinched the neck, and took a greedy breath

Air.

"Well--"

But it was soon interrupted.

The moment he regained consciousness, he felt heartbreaking pain all over his body. His bones seemed to be falling apart and his internal organs seemed to have shifted. Then he struggled to sit up, fell to his knees, coughed crazily, and was covered by the sand.

He choked and coughed to the point where he almost vomited his liver and lungs. There was still blood, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood and gravel that he had swallowed.

My liver and intestines were broken due to vomiting, tears flowed from my eyes, and finally I even vomited out bile.

He fell down again, or to be precise, he lay down. The wind was much lighter. The sky was high and the earth was high and cloudless. Looking at the blue sky, Su Qing lay on the hot sand and suddenly laughed. The tears in the corners of his eyes were instantly covered with tears.

Air dry.

He was laughing like crazy.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter turned from light to heavy, from small to loud, and laughed loudly. The laughing goshawk also let out a sharp scream in panic, and then dived into the distance as if it were fleeing.

In the end, he was the one who survived.

He almost thought he was going to fall here. He was such a formidable opponent, an enemy he had never encountered in his life, if not for it - Su Qing blinked and suddenly smiled happily.

Forget it, it's him who wins, that's enough.

The thoughts in my mind were swept away.

He staggered up.

Looking around, everything of yesterday is now gone. Except for him, everything else has been covered up by the long yellow sand. It seems that not only people, but this desert also likes to forget, forgetting everything from the previous moment, covering it up.

The sordid past.

The blood droplet was also destroyed.

Su Qing rubbed his eyes, took a breath, gathered strength, raised his sword and walked towards the west.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. By the time he dragged his weak and seriously injured body to the charred "Longmen Inn", there was no sign of Dongchang's fans, no carriages, and no one was there.

There was a horse. The horse he let go that night actually came back on his own. He was quietly drinking water from the sink in the backyard. When he saw Su Qing coming back with a disgraced look, he snorted and turned around and walked into the circle.

, and took a pile of horse manure by the way.

"It's good for you, you're living a heartless life!"

Su Qing smiled and cursed, walked to the well, pulled out a bucket of yellowish and turbid water, and poured it down immediately. After pouring several buckets in a row, he picked up his sword and walked towards the inn.

The mud walls were all scorched black, collapsed, cracked, and collapsed. He walked into a messy and broken room and found a bed among the charred ashes. Under the bed board, there was a hole. This was the secret of Longmen Inn.

He said, the cunning rabbit has three burrows to fish for food in this ghost gate, and the gold inlaid jade naturally has a backup plan. It was he and Heizi who dug it.

There is a cave in the secret passage. Although the space inside is not large, it is not small either. There is a lot of food, water and medicine stored in case of emergency needs.

His eyes rested on a suona for a moment. Su Qing opened the mud seal of a jar of wine and poured it on the wound. A burning sting immediately came from all over the body. This battle was so tragic that the wounds on his body

There were not thirty but dozens or twenty spots on the blade, as well as blood marks left by arrows, as well as Cao Shaoqing's sword wounds, palm wounds, holes in his shoulders, and gashes in his abdomen.

In the firelight, nothing seemed to be intact.

While cleaning the wound, he took the golden sore medicine, smeared the medicine ashes, adjusted his breath, and regained his strength, not daring to waste a moment. After adjusting his breath, dealt with everything, and came out again, the sun was setting in the west, and the red sun was like a red sun.

fire.

Su Qing changed her clothes, took out the horse, took a few bags of water, and went out again.

He first walked north.

Along the way, the Gobi desert was full of barren land. It was so desolate and barren that I drove for more than half an hour before finally slowing down. I saw many corpses half-buried in the yellow sand, with arrows standing upside down.

I had experienced a fierce fight not long ago, and most of the people who died were from Dongchang. The wounds were sword wounds. Killing with one sword, focusing on the critical point.

Among them, there were two bald men, who were killed by dozens of arrows in their bodies, and their faces were full of arrows. They were two of Zhou Huai'an's group.

Then Su Qing walked south again.

This time, he was not as lucky as before. He walked for more than an hour without finding anything, and finally turned west. Just when it was getting dark, Su Qing stopped again, and there was another body. He saw a bulge.

On the raised stone, there was leaning on the already cold corpse. He was also covered in arrows, not only arrows, but also stab wounds. There were blood all over his body. His right arm was broken at the elbow, and his left eye was blind. He died with his eyes open, and his flesh and blood were all gone.

Has turned gray.

This is Heizi.

There were many people from Dongchang lying around, their bodies covered with willow leaf darts.

Su Qing took a deep breath, drove the horse past him, and chased straight to the west.

Along the way, his eyes were changing and he almost never stopped. There were corpses that he dug out from time to time. Fortunately, they were all killed by willow leaf darts. It wasn't until the night wind picked up that Su Qing had no choice but to retreat. When he went back

, and took the sunspots back as well.

After spending one night in the secret passage of the inn, Su Qing headed west again the next day. From the rising sun to the dusk, this time, in one night, even the previous corpses were gone, leaving behind

He picked up a lot of broken bones and dregs, presumably to fill the bellies of those beasts. After walking back and forth three or four times, Su Qing finally went back.

This place is really ruthless and ruthless, people die without even leaving their bones.

After burying the sunspot, Su Qing sighed, picked up half of the wine flag in the charred ashes, put it in his hand and wiped it, then looked at the burned inn, led his horse and walked in.

Maybe it's January, or maybe March.

A high-pitched suona sounded from the depths of the desert, piercing the sky, and there seemed to be a faint sound of music, and the gorgeous voice swirled around the desert like silk.

…

On the horizon, a golden fireball hangs.

The wild sand of the desert is desolate and lonely.

I don't know when.

Amidst the howling wind, there was the sound of horse hooves, which shattered the loneliness between heaven and earth, and brought up the billowing dust and smoke from the distance to the near place.

It was a group of Jianghu people, with swords and swords on their backs, and they were all sweating profusely. They came on horseback. They looked at the lonely inn in the desert, and their eyes showed joy.

Half of the wine flags were fluttering and hunting was stirring. A young man in civilian clothes sat on the stairs and dozed off. The silver bell on his wrist jingled in the wind, and there was a suona beside him.

"Sleeping in broad daylight and no longer doing business? Go and bring good wine and meat!"

A piece of silver rolled to his feet.

The young man opened his eyes, raised his face, picked up the silver, looked at the few men who were looking at him in a daze, pursed his lips and smiled, only to smile so thrillingly, he turned around and went to pack away.

Not long after, a laugh rang out in the dust.

"Sir, the wine is here!"
Chapter completed!