Chapter 21 One Day and One Night.doc

Zhao Feng was still in a coma in a dilapidated house somewhere in the desert, and the cold at night began to gradually heat up with the rise of Haoyang. Countless figures gradually appeared in the distance of the desert. When the figures entered, they found that it was a caravan in the Central Plains.

"Father, there is a man here," a crisp voice sounded.

"It must be those ascetic monks again," he said in a strong voice.

"No, it seems that there is still breathing, and the clothes are also the clothes of my Song Dynasty," the crisp voice said.

"What" said in surprise.

I only saw countless people standing beside Zhao Feng at this time, and one of the girls was not as beautiful as the country, but she was extremely ethereal, and a middle-aged man stood beside the girl.

"And breathe, get on the carriage," the middle-aged man said.

After listening to this, the rest of the young people put Zhao Feng in a carriage of the caravan.

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"The head of the family, the teenager was seriously injured." An old man said to the middle-aged man sitting in the carriage.

"Well, it seems that I have to take him to the Buddha City," the middle-aged man said in a low voice after hearing this.

"It's appropriate. We don't know the origin of this teenager," the old man said

"If it's not suitable, there's nothing we can do. If we throw it in the desert, he will die immediately. We can't save him, and he is still a citizen of my Song." The middle-aged man waved his hand after saying that.

The old man retreated silently and just looked at the carriage where Zhao Feng was lying.

A girl in the carriage was taking care of Zhao Feng. At this time, Zhao Feng's shabby white shirt had been replaced, her hair was also tied up, and her face was extremely clean.

The girl stared at Zhao Feng's face like a girl, and her face was covered with red glow unconsciously.

"Little fish, it's time to eat," a young man shouted outside the carriage.

"I know" The girl named Xiaoyu left the carriage after hearing this.

A caravan vehicle in an oasis in Haoyang was parked in the oasis, and the camels of the caravan were sitting around the people in the water-drinking caravan by the lake for lunch.

"Xiaoyu, how's the teenager?" asked the caravan leader

"Dad, I'm still in a coma," Xiaoyu replied

"In charge, just leave the teenager in the oasis. We are a small business, and now we have to spend a lot of money." The young man who just called Xiaoyu for dinner said that his eyes were still looking at Xiaoyu from time to time

"Nangong, what do you say that if you leave them here, you will definitely die. Do you have any sympathy?" Xiaoyu was a little angry after hearing this

"Xiaoyu, I'm thinking about the caravan. Think about it, it's already difficult for the caravan to take such a useless person now." The young man named Nangong quickly smiled.

"Well, Dad, I just don't agree." After saying that, he left and went to the carriage

After watching Xiaoyu leave, the middle-aged man said to Nangong, "Take it with you, they are all from the Song Dynasty"

"I know, the head of the family," Nangong replied helplessly, just the dead light in his eyes and he didn't know what was thinking.

When the caravan left the oasis, a pair of people saw the mark left on a tree in the oasis in the oasis. The leader looked at the direction and waved his hand in the direction of the caravan.

The caravan is going to the Buddha capital of the Buddha, and the three cities on the road are Little Buddha City, Menglan City and Saint Buddha City.

At this time, both the middle-aged man in charge of the caravan and other men are all looking around on guard at this moment. There is a desert between Mingwu City and Little Buddha City, and there will be sand bandits in the desert.

The sand bandits in the desert are like emperors in the desert. Even the existence of Buddha and Dalin Temple cannot eliminate the existence of sand bandits.

The desert between Little Buddha City and Mingwu City is the most frequent place for sand bandits in the western desert. At this time, the desert is full of damaged convoys and countless skeletons.

And the little fish in the carriage also looked out of the window through the curtains nervously, while Zhao Feng was still in a coma.

At this time, countless broken memories appeared in Zhao Feng's mind, and his face seemed calm but extremely painful.

When the sunset in the west of Haoyang dyed red and the temperature dropped in the desert, the caravan finally found a place to shelter the wind and sand at night.

The little fish fed Zhao Feng a little water and left the carriage.

When night fell, the red moon did not appear as promised tonight, and a few rays of firelight in the dark desert lit up a few areas.

The caravan sat in the fire in twos and threes, chatting and drinking to dispel the cold at night.

Nangong was talking attentively to Xiaoyu at this time, and Xiaoyu really ignored it and just stared at Zhao Feng's appearance in the mind of the fire.

The middle-aged man and the old man just laughed when they saw it, and then drank and chatted.

When Nangong saw that Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to himself, he knew that he was bored and went to other fires to the middle-aged man and the old man, but his eyes were extremely gloomy before leaving.

"Xiaoyu, what do you think of Nangong?" The middle-aged man asked after seeing Nangong leave.

"Dad, what do you mean?" Xiaoyu asked angrily after hearing this.

"You will be eighteen this year, and now you haven't found a mother-in-law," the middle-aged man said worriedly.

"Dad, I'm not in a hurry, and I have to inherit my father's career in the future. How can I be thinking about something else?" Xiaoyu said.

"You should know that Nangong is good in both business and other aspects, and I think you are suitable after watching it for so long." The middle-aged man was interrupted by Xiaoyu before he finished.

"Dad, I don't want to hear that I don't want to go back to the carriage now." Xiaoyu said and left and returned to the carriage

The middle-aged man shouted a few times but didn't respond. He just shook his head helplessly.

"Master, don't blame the young lady," Fubo said.

"I don't blame her. Her mother has been looking for a long time since she was a child. Although her business has become bigger and bigger, she also cares less about her." The middle-agedman took a sip of wine and said a little.

Fubo didn't say anything after hearing it.

"Fubo, you talk to Xiaoyu when you have time," the middle-aged man said,

"En" Fubo replied

When the fire was extinguished in the middle of the night, the people of the caravan roasted camels to sleep. At the same time, a shadow looked around and then quickly put down a pill in the kettle of the caravan and then disappeared.

In the carriage, Zhao Feng was still sitting in the memories after Beiping's coma, and the broken memories entered Zhao Feng's mind like Buddha Wei.

At this time, Zhao Feng's face was not as calm as before, and the little fish sleeping against the wall of the carriage did not find anything abnormal at all.

At this time, the coarse gray coat on Zhao Feng's body had already been wet with sweat, and the cold sweat on his head had wet the floor of the carriage like a pulp.

When the new day came, the little fish in the carriage looked at Zhao Fengfa and went out to wash up.

It took three days for the caravan to set out soon and guess that they had walked out of the desert and entered the Little Buddha City. At this moment, Nangong looked at the caravan who had drunk water and sneered at the corners of their mouths.