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    The sound of camel hooves rising and falling gradually became clearer, and soon turned into a thunderous roar, and the earth seemed to be shaken. Under the scorching sun, it was like a large number of camel-riding enemies and ghosts that transformed back and forth between substance and shadow.  generally comes into view.  Literature Museum

    Longying was so impressed that he called for help, and finally learned the extraordinary ability of the timid camel to dominate the desert.  They are not running at all, but jumping, more like dancing, and they keep getting closer without any effort.

    It wasn't until he saw it more clearly that he realized that the enemy had thousands of cavalry. Remembering Lin Zhuang's words, a camel never sleeps and rides on the sandy waves for more than ten days without drinking any water. Long Ying's heart became cold.  half.

    Xueer stamped her hoofs and hissed, and touched his shoulder with her horse's head, urging him to flee.

    Long Ying had no choice, so he got on horseback and fled north.

    The enemy realized that the horse's endurance was far inferior to that of the camel, and pursued them relentlessly.  If Longying was riding an ordinary horse, he might not have lasted even a day before he would have died of exhaustion due to the torment of heat and poison. Fortunately, Xueer was a uniquely gifted horse, and he still showed no signs of fatigue after running for three days and nights.  Qing refused to stop, and Long Ying also knew that when he stopped, his death would be imminent, so he had no choice but to resign himself to fate and let Xueer walk endlessly.

    The sound of camels chasing me was sometimes closer and sometimes far away, like a ghost possessing me.

    On the upper and lower hills, Longying was dizzy. The exhaustion from fighting through the siege that night had not yet been replenished, and he could not help but support Xueer with his devilish energy. He tried his best to feed Xueer the whole pot of water while walking, and drank every drop.  Finally, he threw away the kettle and leaned on Xueer, falling into a state of half-asleep and half-awake until he lost consciousness.

    Long Ying woke up with a start, with all his strength restored and full of demonic energy.

    Xueer stopped and stood unusually still.

    A very ominous and terrifying feeling surged in Longying's heart. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the desperate scene of the desert was no longer in front of him.  It is a semi-desert area, and it is in a sparse forest area of ??poplar trees.

    He jumped off the horse in a hurry, took off the saddle at once, took another sheepskin bag filled with water, moved it in front of Xue'er, pressed the horse's head with one hand, and fed it water with the other hand.

    Xueer closed her eyes and refused to open the horse's mouth, forcing the bag into its mouth.  It also spits water out.

    Longying¡¯s hand pressing the horse¡¯s head started to tremble, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Xueer was completely exhausted. If she didn¡¯t accept his demonic energy, it would be just her innate pride.  It made it unwilling to fall down so easily before exhaling its last breath.

    Long Ying¡¯s mind went blank, and it was difficult to think normally when he was so heartbroken.  He has been on a smooth sailing since leaving the Arakani hut, and now he finally tastes the pain of separation and death.  At this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he hurriedly searched for the saddle.  In return for finding Bada, the bag of salt that Bada said could save the horse's life was fortunately not lost.

    Longying took out a handful of salt and stuffed it into Xueer's mouth.  Unexpectedly, it refused to eat and even vomited it out with great difficulty.

    Long Ying couldn't help but cry. At his wits' end, his heart moved.  Put a little salt in the palm of your hand, and pour some water into the palm of your hand.  Mix the water and salt, hold the horse's head up, and pour the salt water down its throat.

    This time Xueer was obedient, took all the orders and swallowed the salt water.  Longying was overjoyed and changed his method. He stuffed the salt into the sheepskin water bag, shook it well and poured it into Xueer's drink.

    Xueer fed him a lot and opened her eyes, obviously regaining a little vitality.

    After Longying fed it another bag of salt water, he hugged the horse's neck and slowly injected the devilish energy into the horse's body.

    Long Ying fell to the ground, his face covered with tears, but this time he shed tears of joy.

    Xueer returned to her normal state, kept tapping her hooves, and even leaned forward to reach out to her horse to make out with him.

    Long Ying hugged the horse's neck and felt excited. This time it was all because he loved the horse and tried his best to save his life. If Xue'er really died, he would not be happy in the future. He thought about the two extreme situations of life and death.  , which made him feel chilled, and he was even more fortunate that the situation did not develop to the most unfortunate end.

    The sun is going down.

    Xueer urged him to get on the road again.

    How could Longying let Xueer work hard? He picked up the saddle and the remaining bag of water, spread his legs, let his beloved horse chase behind him, and swept towards the west.

    The destination is the most prosperous place in this area, the capital of Khotan, the city of Khotan.

    After sixteen days of non-stop driving, we finally arrived at the large oasis where Khotan is located.

    After experiencing the hardships and dangers of the desert, you feel that the prairie in front of you is unparalleled in beauty.  On the left, the Kunlun Mountains stretch majestically, with snowy peaks rising up.  The oasis spreads out from the foot of the mountain like a blanket, extending to the horizon on the other side. The valleys are flat and the trees are lush. The pine towers are like sharp swords pointing to the blue sky. The grass is green. In the middle of summer, white clouds are in the clear sky.  Slowly floating, the grass waves rise and fall with the wind, flowers bloom everywhere, a small river not far away plays the sound of nature, and the smell of flowers and plants starts from the gentleThe wind blew into his spiritual nose, making Long Ying enchanted and intoxicated.

    If you can bring the little witch and Renya here one day, how happy will they be?  Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the Immortal Sect, which is like an old reincarnation event that happened countless lives ago.  Time does heal everything, especially on such a difficult journey.

    Xueer, who was grazing behind him, suddenly jumped and neighed.

    The dragon eagle was secretly surprised and looked towards it, only to see its eyes shining with strange light, focusing on the direction of Kunlun Mountain. It kept raising its head and neighing, looking extremely excited.

    The dragon eagle followed its gaze and saw a herd of wild horses in the distance, running and chasing each other.

    Long Ying understood that for every owner, there must be a horse. Xue'er smelled the smell of a female horse in heat and "fell lustfully" and asked for a "fair lady, a gentleman loves to flirt", so he walked over and put his arms around Xue'er's breasts.  Neck said: "Xueer, do you want to be ridiculous?"

    Xue'er didn't know if she understood what he said, but she kept licking him and kept hissing.

    Longying laughed, patted it vigorously, and said: "Go! I will find out the way and come back to find you."

    Let go of it and pat its butt again.

    Xueer hissed happily, let go of her hooves, and galloped away without looking back.

    Long Ying¡¯s heart was filled with deep feelings for Xue¡¯er, and he was greatly comforted. Allowing his beloved horse, which had always been wild and untamed, to enjoy itself freely in this beautiful prairie was really the best way to repay it.

    He is not worried at all that the wild horses dare to reject Xue'er, because Xue'er is the evil emperor of Mali. Regardless of male or female, they can only surrender.

    Until Xueer turned into a small black spot in the wild horses and blended harmoniously with the other horses, he calmed down, hid the saddle, and set out on the road alone.

    Even though Long Ying was mentally prepared, when he arrived at Khotan City, he still couldn't help but marvel at the scale, prosperity and uniqueness of the western domain city fortress.

    The city of Khotan is located in the middle of a large oasis between the Taklimakan and Kunlun Mountains. It is sandwiched between the two source rivers of the Khotan River, the Karakash River and the Yulong Kashgar River. The two rivers merge to the north of Khotan to form the Hotan River.  It rushes into the Sea of ??Death, forming a green shortcut that runs through Taklimakan. Following this road, you can reach the Kingdom of Qiuci in the northern border of the Great Sand Sea.

    Khotan is not only a must-pass fortress heading west to Persia and Tianzhu, but also the only shortcut across the Sea of ??Death. Its prosperity can be imagined.

    The city of Khotan is divided into two parts: the inner and outer parts. The outer city has no walls and is composed of irregular buildings. The streets, large and small, caused by the buildings are narrow and winding, but they are filled with business travelers from all over the world.  .  The relatively spacious streets are lined with shops, and the open space is as lively as a market. People from all over the country set up stalls and sell loudly, and there is no shortage of patrons. It is a place full of opportunities.

    What is unique is the vast square of more than 2,000 steps before entering the inner city. There are more than ten large tents at both ends that can accommodate hundreds of people, making people feel adventurous.  The air is filled with various smells, not least of which are the strong smells of camels, horses, cows, and sheep.

    After Long Ying gave way to a large group of shepherds who were driving their sheep into the inner city, they crowded in with various people and entered the inner city.  Set against the domes of the mosque, a castle-like building built on a hill stands tall and majestic in the north house. The relationship is like Li Zhiji's tooth tent and Rao Le, only on a larger scale.  multiple times.

    There were more than ten Khotanese soldiers standing guard when they entered the city, but they did not spare anyone, they just watched with cold eyes.

    Before entering the city, Long Ying had already put on an ugly mask. When the soldiers saw his disgraceful appearance, they quickly looked away, not wanting to take another look.

    The inner city is much more orderly, with the main and secondary divisions clearly defined. Several tributaries of the Khotan River run through the southeast, making the city of Khotan full of vitality. For a moment, I thought I was in a Jiangnan town with dense river bridges.

    There are many hotels on both sides of the main street leading to Wangbao. Longying pretends to be a Tibetan and speaks Tubo language, but looking at the expression of the owner of the hotel, you can tell that he knows that he is a Han.  I found the most decent one, took out a gold ingot, exchanged it for more than a hundred Khotanese copper coins, and paid to put it in the shop.  The room in the backyard was dark but spacious, filled with straw mats, felts and cooking utensils.  Long Ying ignored his mother and threw everything aside and fell asleep.  It was noon the next day when I woke up. Not only was my energy restored, but my magic skills seemed to be greatly improved.  In a good mood, I left the hotel and plunged into this strange city where people from all over the world gathered.

    Long Ying and more than a dozen Tocharian businessmen crowded into an open-air deli, enjoying the spicy mutton soup that made people cry out for help. Everyone was sweating profusely under the high temperature, and Long Ying's sweat also seeped out from his ugly mask, saying  If it¡¯s not uncomfortable, it¡¯s fake.  But it was this feeling of blood and sweat that made him happy after experiencing the long journey in the desert and the narrow escape from death.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the water and eating grass on the shore of the hot spring lake after Xueer and other horses arrived at the big ghost.

      But I also have a headache.

    He just asked more than a dozen elderly Khotanese about the route to Tibet.  No one understands the Turkic language. Fortunately, three of them are proficient in Tubo. However, each of them speaks a different route. The only thing they have in common is that they are vague. The place names they speak in the native language make him confused and do not know where they are.  refer to.

    It seems that the Han people here must be chosen to ask for directions.

    At this moment, two women from unknown places caught his attention. They were all wrapped in black cloth, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Perhaps because the only thing they could see directly were their eyes, their beautiful eyes were particularly bright and moving.  And the delicate body wrapped in the robe is even more graceful and attractive, full of exotic style.
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