The indigo blue and deep blue were misty in the shimmering light, and the green feather hairpin was about to fall. Breathing fell on the side of his neck, and the cool lips of the adult man covered the place that had been milled last night. Qiu Bodeng raised his head, his eyes fell on the branches and vines on the top of the carriage, and suddenly he thought of the fine silver leaves of Zucheng.

On that day, the light of the sky fell on those very light-colored eyes, like the ancient snow-capped mountains, like the ice lake that has never changed.

So the wine blurted out.

...remember to find me.

Really looking for it all the time.

The curtains swayed in the breeze.

………………

Cold in the morning.

Zhaohui passed through the seemingly non-existent mist, coating the remaining charcoal, the carriage, and the fence with a faint blue-white cold light. Fog and wet hair on the temples, but the people who got up early did not see boredom, but were extremely happy.

For the teams who are walking in the desert, they are most afraid of waking up and the surroundings are gray and gloomy, which means that the wilderness they are in will soon be covered with black miasma, and they need to leave quickly. On the contrary, if the white fog rises, it is a good sign, indicating that the hills are clean, the ghosts are still far away, and everyone still has time to chat and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge, which is a precious respite from the long journey.

"Dad, where do you go next?"

Han Ertong escorted the other monks from the deserted team, squatted in a circle beside Father Mule's broken gong, and drew a simple map with branches on the ground sprinkled with fine sand.

"You've been watching for a long time."

"What are you urging?" Father Mu scolded impolitely, and knocked a wine bag on Han Er's forehead, "How many times have I said that, there is no chance for you to go back in the desert. I'm going to bury everyone in the ground."

Han Er rubbed his forehead, not daring to urge again.

Just as Father Mule said, in the wilderness, there is no turning back. In other words, apart from the locations of the main sects of the major immortals and Kongsang, there is no real city on the Twelve Continents. "road".

It's not because Chengchi and Xianmen are reluctant to pay to make a way in the wilderness, but because even if they spend a lot of time trying to make a way out, it's useless. The miasma fog flows erratically on the thick soil, the five-foot road opened in the Zhaoyue, and the dead souls wandering in the black fog in the miasma moon, retain the habit of life, if there is a road, they will wander along the road, gradually Ruined the road. In the coming year, the Miasma Moon will pass, and the road that was opened up will become a deadly trap due to the accumulation of too much filth.

Over time, on the Twelve Continents, there are only streets and alleys within the city, and fields and paths around the city, but no avenues. If you want to go from one city to another, you can only trudge through the wilderness, which is how you get the name "walking the desert".

Basically all the leaders of the desert expedition team are called "Shi Gong". They are very old. They are often homeless children who grew up in the desert expedition team. pass. Not only are they familiar with the topography of an area, but they also know the wind and climate in that area.

Those who walk in the desert, walk by the miasma.

Only the most experienced Shigong can judge the next miasma flow in this area based on his own experience combined with the slight changes in the wilderness, so as to make a decision on which road to go and where to go. Once Shi Gong's judgment is wrong, there is a risk of falling into a thick miasma in the desert, and the thicker the miasma fog, the more sneaky monsters, and the greater the possibility of losing manpower or even annihilating the entire army.

Most of the time, if the deserted team goes wrong, they have no chance to return to the original place.

Therefore, there is a folk song circulating in Twelve Continents, the way is:

Go wild sorrow, go wild sorrow.

Worrying that it was hard to turn back when it was dark.

Go east, go west.

Walk east and west to the grave.

It sings the hardships and hardships of walking in the desert.

The larger the team was, the more cautious Shi Gong, the leader of the team, was. Father Mule was smoking a broken pipe, and after a while he drew a few lines on the ground from the branches, and then wiped it off with his hands, and then squinted at the sun again.

Han Er waited patiently for a while, and couldn't help but say again: "Dad, but you've been thinking about it for too long now, haven't you?"

"What do you know," Father Mule knocked on his forehead with another wine bag, "the road has not been as easy as it used to be recently."

"Why don't you go? Isn't it all pressing me to be a coolie..."

Han Er muttered.

"Luo Lao is talking about something that the sun is not easy to judge," said a senior monk next to him, "Didn't Taiyi Sect break the Mutian cable of Qingzhou Golden Crow some time ago? Now the sun over Qingzhou is every day. Fighting for something... The city rises and falls, and I won't go back to Kongsang."

"Isn't that about Qingzhou? What does it have to do with our Yongzhou?"

Since Han Er was injured and stayed in the deserted team, he has paid little attention to the affairs of the monk world - anyway, whether it is Xianmen or Kongsang, they are immortals who come and go in flying boats, and they climb mountains and mountains step by step. The mortals don't matter much.

The older monk who was talking laughed when he heard the words: "It's a big deal, didn't you see the old mule look like this?"

"Master Lu, you know?"

Han Er scratched his head.

"Tianzhu, do you know what the sky is?" Lu Daochang pointed to the top of his head, "The journey of the sun and the moon is the second one, and the four directions of the pastor cannot be changed. It is said that the trajectory of the Golden Crow and the Xuantu are closely related. A piece of net pulls one hair and moves the whole body. That's why Xianmen has to sign a contract with Kong Sang to supervise the heaven. If Zong Yi changed, he changed a whole round of the rise and fall of the sun."

Han Er seems to understand but does not understand.

When Lu Daochang talked about sex, he didn't think he was not enough to support him, and explained: "The anchor of Qingzhou's solar track has been changed by that Qiu Shizu of Taiyi. I heard the word anchor. As Mr. Yuan Mu said, when the anchor point is changed, the trajectory changes. The sky track is meticulous, and there is a saying that 'the difference is a thousand miles away', didn't the phenology of the twelve continents change along with it?"