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Gao Chief and Hu Bugui were chatting and laughing, and saw Lin Wanrong jumping down from Li Wuling's carriage, his eyes were wide open, his face was as black as charcoal, and he walked straight to this side.

"What's the matter?!" Lao Gao and the two looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts.

Hu Bugui took the water bag hanging from his waist, handed it to Lin Wanrong, and said, "It's so hot! General Lin, hurry up, drink some water!!"

Lin Wanrong wiped off the sweat, waved his hand, and blocked the water bag back: "Brother Hu, use it, I drank it just now."

Looking at his dry and white lips, Hu Bugui frowned, and said in a low voice, "I've already drank it, general, don't coax me! You poured all the water in your water bag into Xiao Lizi's water bag yesterday." , when did you drink water?! General, you feel sorry for your brother, but you should also take care of your own body."

Lao Hu is a caring person. Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Brother Hu, don't worry, when I am really thirsty, I will come to you. You also know that I am the most cunning person, so why would I be polite to you, haha!"

Seeing Lin Wanrong's grinning face, he knew it was useless to persuade him, so Hu Bugui had no choice but to take back the water bag.

"Brother Lin, is this the Silk Road you mentioned—" Gao Chief looked around, the wind howled, and the yellow sand was faint. Even though night was gradually falling, the heat from the yellow sand was still scorching The soles of the feet were burning like fire, and the drenched clothes were stuck tightly to the back, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Marching in the desert is different from that on the plains. In order to avoid the scorching sun from depleting energy and water for no reason, everyone is nocturnal, camped and rested when the sun is high, and set off when the sun goes down, marching overnight. Even so, the power of the desert sea was far beyond their imagination. After walking for more than an hour, they had to stop and rest for a while.

"—I can't see the silk. I can't see the road. The name is too misleading!" Lao Gao's face was flushed with heat, and he sighed and asked full of doubts.

"It's called the Silk Road, but this Silk Road is not the road paved with silk everywhere as you imagined—" Lin Wanrong smiled and shook his head: "Simply put, this Silk Road is our Dahua , a trade line leading to another continent. Because our Dahua silk is smooth and beautiful, and everyone loves it. Merchants traveling between Eurasia and Asia. They like to put silk on horseback. Selling to the other side of the world , Therefore, this road has a beautiful name called the Silk Road.”

Lao Gao and the two were dizzy when they heard it. I have no idea where the other side of the world, the Eurasian continent, refers to. But listening to Brother Lin's allusions to the Silk Road was indeed a happy thing during the journey. The two of them nodded again and again, and laughed.

perhaps. The less you know, the happier you will be. Look at the simple and honest smiles of the two of Hu Bugui.

Lin Wanrong suddenly felt a little envious of them—simplicity may not be a blessing!

Just about to joke with them, a voice full of doubts sounded beside him: "The other end of the world, Eurasia, what is that place?! Where are you going?"

Lin Wanrong turned her head and saw a beautiful and pure face looking at her quietly, but it was Yue Yaer, a Turkic girl. She doesn't know when to come. stood beside him. The footsteps are as light as a civet cat.

In this vast sea of ​​death, the sun is scorching and the sand is yellow. Not a blade of grass grows. Fleeing into the desert alone is tantamount to digging one's own grave. With the intelligence of a Turkic girl, she would never do such a stupid thing. Lin Wanrong didn't even bother to tie her up. Give her full freedom, she can walk around as she pleases, if you have the guts, run away and show me!

Yu Jia's eyes were wide open, biting her red lips lightly, her face was full of doubts and desires, waiting for his answer.

Lin Wanrong snorted, ignored her, and waved to Hu Bugui and the two: "Brothers, let's tell the story in another place. Some people here wash too clean, I'm not used to it."

Although Lao Hu and the others couldn't understand the sharpness in his words, they knew from his attitude that he was trying to put on a show for Yue Yue'er.

Yu Jia understood what he meant, couldn't help giving him an angry and funny look, turned her head and snorted softly: "Stingy man, stupid man!"

The two looked weird, and Lao Gao blinked his eyes, and he simply didn't leave. He sat down on the ground and said with a smile: "Since you are resting, let's rest thoroughly. Everyone sit down and listen to Brother Lin. Set up the Dragon Gate Formation!"

Before his butt touched the ground, he let out a groan and jumped up, baring his teeth. Hu Bugui smiled and said, "Brother Gao is really brave, you dare to sit on the ground with such hot sand."

"It has nothing to do with the sand, it's something on the ground!" Lao Gao cursed bitterly, and kicked the place where he had just sat down. There was a soft bang, and several people opened their eyes wide at the same time, their faces full of horror. Lao Gao didn't lie, there was actually something under the sand.

Lin Wanrong squatted down, regardless of the hot hands, hurriedly pushed away the sand, and several people stared at him intently.

The silver sand was pushed away layer by layer, and it turned out to be a shriveled tree stump. This tree stump was originally about the waist thickness of two strong men, but it gradually withered after losing moisture, and shrunk to only a few palms, and shriveled like a dried radish!

"What kind of tree is this that can grow in the sea of ​​death?!" It was Yujia who looked at the mouth first, and she didn't know who she was asking... She slowly squatted down. Side by side with Lin Wanrong, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the old tree trunk.

Lin Wanrong took a long breath: "This is called Populus euphratica, and it is the most tenacious tree species in the world. My Dahua ancestors once praised it-it can live without dying for a thousand years, die without falling down for a thousand years, and fall without falling down." Drying for a thousand years - means that its vitality is tenacious and unrivaled."

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"The most tenacious tree?!" Yu Jia lightly rubbed the withered trunk, shook her head and sighed slightly: "Life is not dead, death is not falling down, falling is not withered. Three thousand years of life, but it is no match for this Roble's tree." The sea of ​​death, pitiful, lamentable."

"She said Lop Nur - may I ask where is Lop Nur?" Gao Chief asked Brother Lin in a low voice.

"Rob Nur? Oh, maybe it's a small village in Turkic land, not very famous." Lin Wanrong rubbed his nose and explained carelessly.

"An ignorant person." Yu Jia glared at him and snorted, "Lop Nur is what you call Lop Nur. In our Turkic language, Lop Nur is called Lop Nur. It means a beautiful lake where thousands of water gather—hmph, it turns out Lop Nur is a small village, in the eyes of Wo Lao Gong. It is not well-known——Yujia has learned your knowledge."

Lin Wanrong's old face became hot. He laughed and said, "It's Turkic. It doesn't sound good and it's hard to remember. It's understandable that I forgot it for a while."

Hu Bugui laughed and said: "What - a beautiful lake where thousands of water gather -, I am so ridiculous. The sky is full of yellow sand, and rabbits don't poop. Where is there any lake?"

Gao Chief also laughed in agreement. Yuga shook her head slightly. Contemptuously said: "You Dahua people, you don't even know your own history. How can you not be bullied? This Lop Nur was a huge lake thousands of years ago. Your pre-Qin geographical name "Shan Hai Jing" Lop Nur is called Youze. It used to be three hundred miles wide. Its water pavilion dwells. It does not increase or decrease in winter and summer. Lake. As a big Chinese, I don’t know anything about it. Even me, a Turk, is ashamed of you.”

Lao Hu and Lao Gao have played with knives and guns since they were young, and their favorite is to read picture albums. Where would they have read "Shan Hai Jing". After a few words from the Turkic girl, she was immediately shocked. He bowed his head in shame.

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "There is a specialization in the art industry. Knowing history. It doesn't mean that we can remember everything clearly. If this is the case, then everyone will become historians. It's not right. Be polite. Miss Yujia, even if you claim to be knowledgeable about the past and the present, you may not be familiar with all your Turkic affairs—”

Yue Ya'er smiled proudly: "As far as the history of my Turkic history is concerned, Yu Jiamo doesn't know."

"So powerful?" Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes. Hehe said: "Then I'll just ask casually. May I ask Miss Yujia. How many concubines do you have in the first generation of Turkic Khan?"

"My Turkic Khan rewarded the women one after another. A total of eighty-nine people." Yu Jia said disdainfully: "Why do you ask these things, I coax you, you may not know."

"He has so many women. That's more than my stallion." Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Then do you know which part of your first-generation Khan, when you first saw these women, you looked at it?!"

This kind of question is also asked out - it's so fucking obscene. But I like it so much! ! Hu Bugui and Gao Chief looked at each other. There was a lewd light in his eyes. Laughed wildly.

Yu Jia's face flushed with anger, and she said angrily, "You, you're obscene!"

"I'm obscene?! It's your fault." Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Let me teach you a lesson in Turkic history. That Khan of yours is the first time he sees a woman. Of course he looks at a woman's face." Or else where do you think it is. Look at the legs and buttocks. Is that seen?! That’s obscene!!!”

Yu Jia was stunned for a moment, and then realized it. This rogue was playing word picking, even Tian Khan was scolded by him once.

Gao Chief slapped his hands, and said with a smirk: "It's good to look at a person first by looking at his face. He can tell the true nature of a man in one word. Tall, really tall!"

Looking at Lin Wanrong's proud look. The Turkic girl was angry and annoyed, wishing she could go up and give him two punches, she gritted her teeth after a long time and said, "It's clear that you seduced me on purpose to make trouble. You are a person who only messes around!"

Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "It's really a crime of wanting to do it. There is no reason to worry about it. Little sister, you are too powerful. Open your mouth, why are you right, and let people live?"

Why is there no excuse for the crime of "Yujia"? He deliberately used homonyms to ridicule himself. Turkic girls are smart and intelligent, so how can they not hear it. It's just that she couldn't figure it out. It is clearly a matter that he has the upper hand, how could he be completely turned around by this rascal's few words? What kind of ability does he have?

"Well, since you want to talk about the origin of Lop Nur, then I will also tell a beautiful story." Lin Wanrong smiled and said slowly: "A long time ago, there was a young man named Lop Nur who was born in a royal family. He was handsome and unrestrained. , who looks similar to me. Rob Nur does not want to inherit the throne. He wants to go across the desert to go to Kucha to learn singing and dancing. When he reached the Tarim Basin, he lost his way and fainted on the ground due to hunger, thirst and exhaustion. However, she was rescued by Fengshen's daughter Milan. This Milan girl is innocent, lovely, beautiful and kind. The two fell in love at first sight, fell in love with each other, and were inseparable. Fengshen found out that his daughter was in love with a mortal, and in a rage, he blew blind Rob Nur's eyes broke Milan's legs, and they were blown to the deserts on both sides of the east and west, punishing them not to see each other for life."

He paused here. Yu Jia was fascinated by what she heard, and hurriedly said: "What happened later, what happened to them later?"

Whenever a girl listens to a love story, she will definitely ask about the result. This is an unshakable law. Lin Wanrong laughed secretly, shook his head and sighed: "The two are far apart. They can't see each other, because longing is like a knife. A knife makes people old. The beautiful girl Milan, misses her lover every day. In one night, her hair turns white. Tears flowed into a river. Converging into a crystal lake. This is the legendary Lop Nur. Lop Nur thousands of years ago. Lakes and mountains, clear water and blue sky. Many rivers flow into it. Connected in one vein. Like pearls falling on the earth. It is said. That is the girl's passionate tears."

"Later, Miss Milan became sick with longing. Her soul returned to the sky. That night, the sky and the earth changed color. The lake dried up, and the beautiful Lop Nur disappeared since then. Only this silver sand was left on the ground. Legend has it that this silver sand spreads all over the world. It is the girl's white hair. This allusion is called tears like Milan, white hair and silver sand."

When it comes to storytelling skills, someone like Lin is number two, and no one in the world dares to be number one. He has a lotus tongue, compared to Yu Jia, who quotes the past and discusses the present boringly. He is simple, direct and easy to understand. The story of the origin of this Lop Nur is soul-stirring, suitable for all ages. Lian Lao Gao and Hu Bugui are such reckless men. It was also mesmerizing.

"Tears are like Milan. White hair and silver sand!" Yu Jia couldn't help lowering her head. Talking softly to himself, hope and longing flashed in his eyes. This rogue is like a storyteller. I made an anagram earlier to annoy myself. The latter story is unforgettable. One vulgar and one elegant. The contrast is strong. Especially the two sentences "tears are like Milan, white hair is silver sand". Although he knew it was fabricated casually. But it is unforgettable and will never be forgotten.

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "How is it? Isn't this story interesting? How is it better than your copying of the "Shan Hai Jing"?!"

"It's all edited. I don't believe it." Yu Jia lowered her head. Gently stroking the poplar tree. Powerless to say.

High Chief gave a thumbs up. Infinitely admired: "Brother Lin, I found that I like listening to your stories more and more. No wonder so many princesses like you! This march is boring and lonely, can you tell us every half an hour? What about storytelling?"

This whore. When I am the king of fairy tales? Lin Wanrong let out a hey, wishing he could kick this old boy away.

After saying a few words, Hu Bugui moved the stump of Populus euphratica away, and suddenly saw a flash of white light, and Yu Jia let out a scream. He hugged Lin Wanrong's arm tightly.

look up. Under the stump. There was a gloomy white bone exposed. Yu Jia turned pale with fright. He hugged Lin Wanrong's arm. Not daring to let go for a moment.

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Women are really strange animals. They can kill without blinking an eye, but they can't hold their heads up in front of ants and cockroaches. Lin Wanrong sighed. They dug up the tree stump with Lao Gao, but saw that there were densely packed bones underneath.

White bones criss-cross. The shape is messy. There are horse bones and human bones. Preliminary counting, there are at least twenty or thirty people, and I don't know how many years have passed since they died.

"Brother Lin. Why, how could someone die here?!" Lao Gao had killed many people, but in this boundless desert, he suddenly saw the piles of eerie bones, but he became frightened.

Lin Wanrong sighed: "The Silk Road is not only beautiful silk, but also bones. These are our forerunners."

This is a caravan on the Silk Road, as evidenced by dozens of nearly decayed silk wooden scrolls. It may be due to the lack of food and grass, and eventually died in the desert.

Beside the white bones, there were still some fragments and zero corners, which seemed to be dry sheepskin. Yu Jia carefully arranged them without saying a word.

Hu Bugui glanced at it for a while, and said in surprise: "It seems that there are characters! There are Dahua and Turkic! Strange, how did we Dahua and Huren get mixed up in Lop Nur?!"

There is nothing strange about this, Lin Wanrong nodded and said: "The Silk Road not only belongs to us, but also belongs to other ethnic groups. It is a channel for the integration of various ethnic groups. The merchants on the Silk Road, regardless of whether they are Dahua or Turkic, are all brave. The forerunners are our predecessors. Even if they are two different nationalities, they can help each other and prosper together."

Yu Jia raised her head and glanced at him, as if she was considering the meaning of his words, she was slightly pondering, her eyes gradually became confused, and she remained silent...——

Regarding Lop Nur, most of the legendary verses in this chapter are true, and the story of Milan is also a true model. This article has been slightly improved. The allusions of tears like Milan and white hair and silver sand are purely fabricated by the third brother. Brothers who are proficient in geography and historical facts should not take it seriously.