Thousand Autumns

In a short period of time, why did he have such a rapid change? Ordinary people's martial arts must be practiced from a young age, but Chen Gong seems to have raised high-rise buildings on the ground, which is doubtful.

Shen Yun: "Also, I said back to Chang'an before, but you didn't say too much, but because there will be an accident over Changan? Will there be something wrong with Zhou?"

Yan Wushi shook his head. He was exhausted because he had been riding a horse for more than half a day. Even if he just sat on the horse and didn't have to bother to look at the road, he already had serious injuries.

"My head hurts ..." There was a tinge of pain in his face, and his hands seemed to want to reach his head to touch the wound.

Shen Yan's eyes quickly held his opponent's hand down: "Don't move."

He pressed his hand against the opponent's vest, instilling a few strands of anger.

The internal skills that Shen Yun is practicing now come from "Zhu Yangce". A group of Zhongzheng is peaceful. He expected Yan Wushi's body, but he deepened his pain, and his face was almost distorted.

As a last resort, Shen Yan could not stop.

The opponent's body was hot and seemed to be in the fire. This had never happened before.

"Mr. Yan?" Shen Yan called softly.

Yan Wushi grabbed his hand and still remembered in a semi-coma: "Call me Ayan ..."

Shen Yun: "..."

Yan Wushi: "A lot of things you say are in my head. I can't say why. Maybe Yan Wushi knows, but I don't know ..."

That is, each different temperament has not been fully remembered? Shen Yan thought frowning.

"I'll sleep for a while ..." Yan Wushi said, his voice gradually disappeared, and at the end, his eyes were closed.

In fact, those people who Master Xueting wanted to kill Yan Wushi would not be just fine as long as Yan Wushi died. They wanted to prevent Huan Yuezong from expanding in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. He also wanted to stop Huan Yuezong from helping Zhou to rule the world. The ultimate goal is to point to Yu Wenji. Now that Yan Wushi is dead to outsiders, Wuyue Zong Qunlong has no head, and Yan Mei Gu is still too late to consolidate the door. The protection of Yu Wenji is bound to be negligent. Others will have the opportunity to take advantage.

Therefore, Yan Wushi said that it was too late, which should mean that something would happen to Yu Wenji.

But now they have come to Tuyuhun, which is one hundred and eighty thousand miles away from Changan, and are about to enter the deserted and vast desert. Even if Yan Wushi is not considered, Shen Na's grandfather is in the hands of Chen Gong, and Shen Ye is not likely to turn around and leave. For the sake of today, we can only continue to move forward, and help Chen Gong get the chalcedony first.

Early in the morning the next day, when Chen Gong sent someone to call, Yan Wushi was still sleepy and could not wake up anyway.

Shen Yan had to arrange him in front of the mount, while he was sitting behind him, with his hands from the waist of the opponent to the front to hold the reins in case Yan Wujun fell down halfway.

When Chen Gong saw this, he handed a bottle of medicine: "The pill is inside, it can refresh you. If you give it to Lord Yan, it may be better."

Shen Yun: "Thank you, but I don't know how he is ill, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to take the medicine rashly."

Chen Gong smiled: "You can rest assured that these pills are mild medicinal materials such as Chinese wolfberry and salvia. Even if they have no effect, they will not be fatal. If I am not mistaken, he must have been seriously injured in the fight with those of Dou Yanshan. For the sake of change, if I change the usual way, I can naturally watch the joke with my arms folded, but now that you and I are on the same boat, and Yan Wushi has an accident, you must be distracted, which is not good for me. "

That's true. At the moment, Yan Wushi's situation is not optimistic. His inner qi is disordered and he can no longer accept the outside qi. Shen Zhe is helpless.

He took the medicine bottle and poured out two to feed Yan Yanshi to eat.

After a while, the latter suddenly moved and coughed a lot of blood, but he really opened his eyes slowly.

As soon as Shen Huan moved, if the medicines in the pill were very mild, there would be no such effect.

He asked Chen Gong: "What else is in the pill?"

Chen Gong said truthfully this time: "There are ginseng and snow lotus. I was afraid that you would not use it because he was worried about the violent medicine, so I didn't tell you."

Shen Zhen asked Yan Wushi: "How do you feel?"

The other side didn't speak, and his narrowed eyelids opened slightly. They seemed to glance at them, closed and closed, and barely sat upright.

But his face was cold and white, and his forehead was sweating.

Chen Gong said, "It looks like there should be no problem on the road, so let's go."

He seemed eager to get to his destination, and although it wasn't too obvious, Shen Shen could feel it.

There are no camels to replace in the town, and everyone had to ride a horse to move forward. Fortunately, the terrain is not completely desert. Bare rocks can still be seen everywhere, indicating that they are still in the Gobi area.

Along the way, Yan Wushi didn't talk to Shen Yan any more, but just lay on his back and fell asleep.

The fact that he is still alive is a very eye-catching existence, but among Chen Gong's group, including Murong Qin and others, no one has paid too much attention to him. They seem to have other goals, and This goal is much more important than Yan Wushi.

The horses can hardly walk on the Gobi. The wind and sand are getting stronger. Everyone can only dismount the horses and continue to move forward. The people of the rivers and lakes walk fast and walk for half a day, from early morning to dusk. It's Huangsha Mantian, Rao is a master of martial arts, and there is nothing he can do. Fortunately, everyone has been prepared. The cloak and turban cover the head and face, so that it won't end with a mouthful of sand.

At the forefront is a middle-aged man with a humble appearance. Shen Chen didn't know him and Chen Gong didn't mean to introduce him, but the other party obviously didn't do martial arts. He wasn't the same as Murong Qin and others. Chen Gong took him along In order to let the other party explore the way.

The opponent sat high on the horse with a compass in his hand and was responsible for identifying the direction. Naturally, someone was holding a horse for him.

Suddenly, he raised his hand high.

Almost next moment, Murong Qin exclaimed: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped and stared at the back of the middle-aged man.

The other person looked down at the compass for a long time, turned around and trot all the way to Chen Gong, wiped his sweat with a turban on his face, and wiped away the sweat: "Sir, some, something is wrong, the compass can't tell the direction here!"

Chen Gong frowned: "Don't you say you were going in this direction before?"

The middle-aged man, with Chen Gong's burning eyes, almost didn't even say everything: "Yes, yes! But now ... look!"

He handed the compass over, and Chen Gong took a look at it, the pointer above was turning madly and couldn't stop at all.

Chen Gong naturally did not understand: "What does this mean?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "If the villain did not guess wrong, this is the ancient city you are looking for. There must be something in it that has disturbed the compass pointer. Maybe it is the chalcedony you want. But now because of its interference, the villain can't find out where the real entrance to the ancient city is! "

Everyone looked around, but when they saw Huang Mengmeng a piece of sand, the boundary between heaven and earth was blurred. Occasionally, you could see naked rocks nearby. The so-called ancient city ruins could not be seen at all.

Chen Gong asked Murong Qin: "What do you think?"

Murong Qin thought about it, "Master, why don't you wait until the sand stops?"

Chen Gong frowned: "But there is no place to shelter from the wind here."

He looked back at the middle-aged man: "Are we going to continue or just stop there, you can give a word."

His words were understatement, but the other party never dared to fool around. The middle-aged man was hesitant, for fear that everyone would make a fork because of his own words, and that he would even lose his head because of it.

Chen Gong replied coldly: "Think carefully before answering."

The middle-aged man shivered and said, "Keep going on!"

Chen Gong: "Are you sure?"

Middle-aged: "Yes! The villain is here to lead the way. Judging from the compass reaction, it should be right in this area. You can always find it!"

Chen Gong: "Then leave."

The crowd continued to move forward, Shen Yan followed, and he looked back at Yan Wushi lying on the horse, hesitating for a moment: "You are Yan Wushi now, or who?"

The other person quietly stretched out a hand from under his robe and held his reins' wrist: "It's me, A Yan."

"..." Shen Yan was silent, but he was relieved.

Although he saved Yan Wushi, deep down, he didn't want to have too much contact with the other party.

The so-called "Ayan" and "Xie Ling" derived from Yan Wushi's temperament change, no matter which one, from the perspective of Shen Zhen, he is much better than the original owner. When facing them at least, Shen Yan can barely When he was not Yan Wushi, but two others.

Suddenly, someone in front shouted in exclamation: "Master, he's gone!"