The sun rose from the east, and the camel caravan headed to the west, and everyone who set off again was in high spirits, not only because everyone had a good rest, but also because they finally had companions who accompanied them.

It is not very accurate to say that they are accompanying each other. These dry and old poplar trees are more like their guides along the way, and together with the sparse weeds and shrubs, gradually consolidating the land under their feet.

If they were walking in the undulating sea of ​​sand before, now they are stepping on the shallows at the bottom of the sea and are looking for landing step by step.

Camel bells ring, poplar euphratica is everywhere, and deep forests are formed; the shepherd sings, and the red willows are full of green spots.

Early the next morning, when they saw the winding river on the Gobi Desert, they also saw the flock of sheep like clouds and the shepherds wearing robes and headscarves.

Shisui and others knew that the first human settlement they had seen since their departure was right in front of them.

When he saw the loess wall from afar, the caravan gradually slowed down. Song Qing immediately packed up his appearance and let his guard walk at the forefront of the team.

The city walls were getting higher and higher in view, and the land under their feet also showed signs of roads, and the caravan became more and more lively. There were shepherds driving the flock out of the city, women carrying heavy date baskets and covering their heads with black cloth, and warriors whistling by with camels and scimitars.

It was a year old that people stopped discussing, stopped a passerby and asked a few more questions, and then they realized that this place was actually a small country named Havalizhe, and there was a palace of the king in the big city in front of them.

When I heard this name, I was thinking about it and whispered to the players of our guild to be careful in their words and actions.

Walking in the caravan every year, I felt uncomfortable by the strange gazes of passers-by, so I simply put on my cape and shrank to the inner side of the player team.

"Little Niannian, are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you watching us if you haven't seen it?"

"Do we have to cover our faces too?"

Several female players chatted and laughed, covering themselves with various veils, showing only a pair of beautiful eyes outside looking out, looking at them with a sense of mystery and sensation.

Every year's strength has long been recognized by everyone, and her aggrieved look after learning ancient poetry at the age of 20 has also made everyone feel closer to this little girl, especially when she saw her paddling.

At first, Sanchishui deliberately pulled the enemy back to her, and while smiling and making her dodge her, she teased her twice. Then, others were brave enough to follow her like this, making her big eyes full of pain and envy. Every time she turned her head angrily and didn't look at these people, but she couldn't help but look at the corners of her eyes, waiting for the time when they couldn't beat her to make her debut.

Qi Youfeng warned these people several times openly and secretly, especially the initiator Sanchishui. However, Sanchishui, a person who has no memory, cannot change his life, and Qi Youfeng cannot really fight him because of this.

As a result, before Qi Youfeng could think of any good idea, the girls who had a love attack stood up for each year.

Same-sex refutes each other because same-sex is a potential threat. But every year, he is still a stunted little girl. Qi Youfeng, a conspicuous flower protector, is inseparable, so she does not threaten the same-sex, only Mengmeng’s lethality.

The way the relationship between Shisui and others and Nian dispelled the doubts of these girls, but instead made these girls add a good quality to their president.

Although these people always mysteriously inquire about her gossip with Brother Feng, and talk about some clothes and jewelry and other topics she is not familiar with, overall, I still like to stay with these young ladies every day.

At least, there is no need to memorize the poem written by Li Bai. Every year I am very depressed. How could this person be so capable? She has learned all the way and hasn't finished it yet.

Then she was taught a bunch of messy poems, from Guanguan Jujiu to the easy-to-frozen fireworks, some of which sound more like lyrics. Anyway, they are all things from hundreds of years ago and they can't tell them every year.

Because he was mixed with the girls every day, Qi Youfeng couldn't get too close, but now he was about to enter a strange city. He still lowered his head and stood behind Nian Nian silently, and received unanimous praise from the girls.

The front team of the caravan was approaching the city gate. Song Qingben was a little nervous and would be troubled by the city gate soldiers, but he didn't expect that the soldiers just glanced at him and others, reminding him that the soldiers and guards who were accompanying him needed to stay outside the city, so he simply let the caravan enter the city.

Song Qing thanked him politely, discussed a few words with Zheng Qi behind him, and pointed out the twenty personal guards of the envoy guards to accompany him. The Qilin Army was stationed outside the city, and only the three players followed the caravan into the city.

"It seems very friendly and the work is neat." Song Qing thanked the soldiers standing at the city gate and turned to look at Shi Sui.

"I believe there must be something else waiting for us in this city." Shisui carefully looked at the clothes and weapons of these soldiers, and estimated the combat effectiveness of these people in his heart.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Song Qing resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

At least they are playing games. After opening a new map, there will definitely be new tasks. At least Song Qing's mission is very clear to go to the palace to meet the king, and strive for diplomatic relations and trade.

Shisui Xiaoxiao led everyone into the city gate. After more than ten minutes, he didn't see any place that looked like a hotel.

Of course they don’t want to stay, but hotels and other residences are often places where resurrection sites can be set up. They have already walked here, but they don’t want to fly back to Chang’an if they are resurrected.

"This old man, do you know where to stay?" Zheng Qi stopped in front of a pottery stall, squatted down and asked with a smile.

"May God Hu bless you." The old man smoked his cigarette, then pointed to the east of the city and said, "There is a place for passing merchants to stay there, which is a bit expensive. If you live for a long time, you can rent some yards and houses. At this time, many people have driven out of the city. They can't come back for ten days or half a month. The empty yard is not very neat, after all, they are all living in poor families."

The others who heard this looked in the direction of the old man's finger and found that the buildings in the east of the city were obviously much taller. Although the streets of the place where they are now are spacious, there are dirt houses beside the roads, which seem to be a place where ordinary herdsmen and civilians live.

Zheng Qi withdrew his gaze, nodded with clarity, and asked, "Old man, how much is the rent for your yard?"

The old man vomited a puff of cigarette and shook his head, "Don't rent or rent, my family is not short of money. If you live in it, my neighbors can do it. There are only two old people left in the house, and there are quite a lot of houses."

After saying that, the old man held the cigarette pipe in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at the three hundred people, and nodded again, "There are several neighbors near my house, and they can live in it. If you can give more money, let them all move out."

Zheng Qi was a little surprised. He stood up and looked at Song Qing, and finally stopped at Shi Sui.

That year, I had turned around and looked at the people who were walking around the world. "You can go around, but don't rush to modify the resurrection point. When there is a collective action, I will ask everyone to gather together. Remember to follow the local customs and say less and read more."

After the words came, the players traveling around the world immediately dispersed in groups of three or five, mixed into the bustling crowds, and began the sightseeing mode with great enthusiasm.

Zheng Qi looked at the old man who was frowning and smoking, and knew that the old man was upset that he had lost a big business.

"Old man." Shisui squatted down with a gentle smile, "We don't rent a house, but we want to buy a house. I don't know if you have any convenient neighbors."

The old man knocked the dry tobacco on the ground, and the banging sound seemed to be about to break the cigarette pipe.

"Old man, I didn't joke with you. We really need to buy some real estate, the price is definitely fair." Shisui looked at the old man's face like a black man and quickly explained.

"Aren't you guys selling goods? What are you doing when buying a house? Do you want to get married here?" the old man asked suspiciously.

"Buy it first and then look at it. We will often do business on this road in the future, and it is convenient to have a fixed place to live." Shisui said patiently.

"Then you go east to the city. The houses here are all lived in by poor people. You have to repair them if you buy them. Moreover, this is far from the market, so it is inconvenient to do business."

After the old man finished speaking, he pinched some tobacco leaves and stuffed them into the tobacco pot. "The palace is in the east of the city, and the city is in the east of the city, so there are many wealthy people there. I think you are also wealthy people, so let's go there."

Shisui thanked me, stood up and looked at the people around her. In the end, Song Qing reacted quickly and muttered a few words to Niannian nearby.

"Old man, thank you for your guidance. This is a good tobacco leaf. I will give you a try." Every year, his smile was sweet and his big eyes were curved. He squatted down and handed the old man a small paper bag.

The old man laughed, looking at Niannian with kindness, took the paper bag and put it at hand, "You girl is pretty, and you will definitely be a good lady who will satisfy Hu Shen in the future."

I scratched my head every year and felt that I was praising her, but what was so weird.

He sincerely thanked him again, stood up every day, and said goodbye to the old man with the others.

Song Qing also said goodbye to the young man, led the imperial guards and tried his best to invite Zheng Qi, Mu Shi and Wu Jian from the Qilin Army to go to the palace together.

It was a year later, Sanchishui, and Qi Youfeng and the other four walked around the outer city. From time to time, they stopped in front of some small stalls selling local specialties, and occasionally bought some things.

Every day I think this is a very enthusiastic city because many people have praised her for her pretty appearance, but everyone will add something else strangely, either saying that she would be a good lady who satisfies Hu Shen, or saying that her appearance is a gift from Hu Shen and she wants her to cherish it.

What’s even more strange is that when everyone here talks to them, the first sentence must be "May God Hu bless you."

"What kind of god is God Hu?" Niannian was a little confused.

"God Hu is the only God in this world, the omniscient Creator, and the great merciful person who gives us life, fresh water, food and residence." Hearing the questions every year, passers-by immediately stopped and answered piously and seriously.

"There is this-"

"Thank you, may God Hu bless you." Shisui interrupted Niannian's words and smiled and sent away the satisfied passers-by.

"Ask less, read more, think more." Shisui whispered to Niannian and repeated it to Sanfou Shui.

Every year, I nodded and suddenly heard a thick and long bell ringing, and then the bells echoed over the city, flying even louder and louder.

Every Nian covered her ears and was about to ask passers-by what happened, but she found that the people on the street were kneeling on the ground. The dry tobacco, jujube and water bags that were originally held in their hands were thrown aside.

The bell stopped, and the afterglow was still there. The low prayers of nearly ten thousand people on the street gathered into a staggered and syllable chant. The strange syllables flowed in the air, and together with the accents of these people kowtowed, they composed a desolate and ethereal hymn.

The four of them stood out from the crowd every year and quietly moved to the wall on the roadside. Looking at the collective prayer scene that lasted for nearly half an hour, they felt different.

But it was just thinking about it in my heart. Even the most jumpy three-foot water couldn't speak in a daze, as if it was afraid of disturbing the solemnity of the moment.

"God Hu is above, please protect your people."

With the last prayer, everyone smashed their foreheads heavily on the ground, holding them up with their hands, as if offering invisible offerings.

The four of them watching immediately opened their eyes in surprise.
Chapter completed!