stonecrandall Chapter 71 Sand Sea
Chapter 71 Sand Sea
"I suggest that you build a watchtower first. On this desert plain, vision is the most important. With a high platform as a support, you can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. Didn't you say that there is a ready-made two-story stone tower now? Slightly remodel it Just one click."
Song Jun was very happy when she was consulted about her professional field.
She always felt inexplicably that she had to prove that she was selected to assist Sha Hai to return to zero. She stood out because of her brains, not because she was born with fire roots, and her mana was convenient for burning bugs.
Zhou Qingluan claims to be able to break through all barriers, and no one can count on the jade talisman that will surely reach the message.Lu Ran has already made up his mind, and he will publicize anti-fraud when he returns home, calling on fellow Taoists not to believe or spread rumors.
By the way, he urged other talisman cultivators to work quickly, and quickly produced the talisman that Duanmujian said before, which could transmit messages without relying on Qingluan's feather.
Song Jun's original words were that after using the remaining high platforms to build watchtowers, the next step should be to use other remaining relics and make the terrain as complicated as possible to prepare for the flexible division of the enemy's army.
But Lu Ran almost made Ruomu fly into twists, and Duanmujian spread his hands, expressing innocently that he couldn't understand bee dancing.
Lu Ran coolly glanced at Duanmujian who was still sleeping on the thin blanket beside him.
He also belongs to the instrument cultivator, how can he not know what this person is thinking?
Pretend not to understand the requirements of the entrusted task letter, and then you can procrastinate and slack off work.As early as 20 years ago, when Duanmu Jian was still an innocent baby in his swaddling arms, he had already practiced it perfectly!
Fortunately, those silver-white souls are still reliable, busy in the city in an orderly manner.The military supplies are neatly piled up on chariots with unique shapes and specially accelerated wheels.
Countless chariots marched on the unusually wide marching avenue, and they were continuously transported to the observation platform rebuilt with a high tower.
Soldiers in diamond-patterned armor climbed up the ladder, transporting solid bricks and various weapons to the high platform.They once fell to the lowest point, but now the silver-white halos are climbing upwards.
The white stones are accumulated layer by layer, and the silver light of the soul also gathers to the top of the platform in circles, like the stars rising slowly from the ground from bottom to top.
Duanmujian stood on the high ground with great interest, watching the busy crowd, designing and creating a labyrinth of extremely complicated streets and alleys in the city.This requires a long time of exploration and research, otherwise it will not only fail to serve as a stronghold for street fighting, but will waste troops.
Just when she was so interested in watching it that she was about to kowtow it with a bag of melon seeds and point out Jiangshan, a sickly bald blue bird appeared from the void, and lay limp on Duanmujian's shoulder next to Ruomu, her whole body was soaked.The few remaining feathers are still dripping water, drooping pitifully on the body, as if they are too tired to fly anymore.
Lu Ran just took a sip of water from Yi Yao's hand, when he saw this unlucky blue bird, he almost spit out all the water.Covering his mouth with his sleeve in embarrassment, he kept coughing.Yi Yao quickly patted him on the back.
Lu Ran was stupid.This broken bird is covered in water.It looks like it shouldn't be the one he released when he was in the Floating Kingdom...
In the League territory, Duanmu Jian was also obviously a little confused, staring at the blue bird on his shoulder.The blue bird slowed down, opened and closed its beak, and issued Lu Ran's earnest persuasion:
"Choosing to evacuate is also a kind of progress..."
Duanmujian: "..."
She looked at Ruomu faintly, and wrote on the wall:
"Okay boss, I'm going to run away now."
Lu Ran turned pale with shock, his eyes vibrated crazily.
This is absolutely impossible!Back in the days of the Floating Kingdom, it was possible to evacuate because there were no enemies, who would be interested in the salted fish buried under a piece of land that was always blowing sandstorms.
But this time is different!
Why spend a huge price to build such a strong fortress city?
Because there are tens of thousands of gold buried under the city.If you dare to leave for a month, you will be stolen when you return home!
Duanmujian laughed out loud.She was suffocated by the heavy pressure on her body, and needed to save her spiritual energy to prepare for the final return to the spirit, so she had to use Ruomu for fun.
But not long after she was happy, another blue bird appeared. It was in a slightly better condition than the first one, and at least it could finish talking while standing up.The opening is:
"That year, you were only eight years old..."
Duanmujian was terrified all over, and immediately stretched out his hand to pinch the blue bird's neck to interrupt its affectionate recitation.
Just now, she seemed to hear someone using Song Jun's voice, telling her dark history affectionately...
No, no, no, it must be because she was under the influence of the bloody sky, she was under too much psychological pressure and had an illusion.
But Jade Bird is very conscientious.It can even think of ways to overcome the barriers between dreams and reality, and it will never succumb to a mere chokehold.The blue bird suddenly shattered in Duanmu Jian's hands, turning into fine blue light, and then appeared on the other side:
"You always look indifferent and aloof..."
Duanmujian almost knelt down to Zhou Qingluan and Song Jun, brothers and sisters of Taiyi.
Lu Ran tried his best to control Ruomu, let the magic weapon squat obediently on Duanmujian's shoulder, motionless, pretending that he didn't know anything.In reality, he was already overjoyed and fell headfirst on Yi Yao.
It was rare for Yi Yao to be approached so intimately by him, and he was quite flattered, with joy in his eyes.He stretched out his hand and didn't know where to put it. In the end, he could only pat Lu Ran who was trembling with laughter in his arms, signaling him to calm down.
Duanmujian tried to deceive himself and covered his ears.Totally useless.
The industrious Jade Bird claims to be sure to deliver the message, how could it be possible to humiliate the mission.Since the person covered his ears, it will be passed directly to his mind.
Duanmujian was numb, he listened to Song Jun's voice roaring in his head with a blank face, and in an extremely gentle and nostalgic tone, he shook off the silly things she did when she was a child.
After finally listening to the first paragraph, Duanmujian breathed a sigh of relief, and the third blue bird fluttered its wings again, beamingly transformed into a figure, skillfully dodged Duanmujian's attack, and began its own speech.
Obviously, the jade talisman with the spiritual power of the bird has gradually mastered the secret of traveling to and from dreams.
Duanmujian's face gradually distorted.
It's not over, is it?
Lu Ran laughed and burst into tears.Of course Ruomu couldn't hear the sound, but when Song Jun used the jade pendant to transmit the sound to Duanmujian, he was right next to him and could hear it clearly.
At that time, Lu Ran was afraid that Duanmujian would not be able to wake up due to the interference of the strange dream, so he asked Song Jun to say something that impressed him as much as possible.Song Jun was very obedient, and tried to pick up all kinds of powerful gossip, for fear that the stimulation to Duanmujian would not be strong enough.Now Lu Ran can almost recite what Song Jun said at that time.
Yi Yao half hugged and half hugged Lu Ran, feeling his warm body temperature, which passed through his clothes to his cold palm.An uncontrollable desire welled up in my heart.
He tried his best to restrain the thought of hugging him tightly, and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of Lu Ran's eyes.
Qingniao is full of energy, affectionate, and her words are correct, and recalls the past in cadence: "That year, when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, you said that you met a tall and tall sword cultivator. Incorrect……"
Duanmujian: "..."
Don't bring up her unimportant first love, which died without a problem!
She didn't even remember what that poor ghost sword slender looked like!
Zhou Qingluan, right, Song Jun, wait for her, and when she has a dream, go to Taiyi to kill chickens.
But in fact, external language stimulation is still useful.If the eyes cannot transmit sound, the soul cannot speak either.Duanmujian tiredly endured the spiritual erosion of dreams, alone across the ages, and has not heard the voice of others for a long time.
These messages from the other side reminded her that she was not alone.
On the high platform, the silver-white rays of light are connected into pieces, rising from the ground to the air.
During successive years of war, supplies were scarce.At the same time, in order to avoid becoming a target, all the houses here cannot be as slender and towering as the palaces in the Golden Country.
If the palace of the Golden Country is like a tall, slender and charming young man, the fortresses of the fortress city are like soldiers with strong muscles, strong backs and waists, ready to attack at any time, lying in ambush on the ground.
Only this observation platform is special.
It is the backbone of the whole fortress, the backbone of the entire civilization.
It will stand like a majestic mountain forever in this land.
On the white bricks and stones of the high platform, the silver light is like steaming smoke, flowing countercurrently to the high ground from bottom to top, illuminating the whole world.
Even if above it, there is only a strange sky full of blood, only a huge eerie pure black spot, and there are only disasters that no one can predict-the silver light can't stop it from rising all the way up.
During the short time of staying in the fortress city, several Ruomu, which were already full of cracks, shattered one after another.Duanmujian stuffed the only remaining Ruomu back into his sleeve, and Lu Ran correspondingly weakened the connection with Ruomu, and his vision became blurred.I hope this can make the spiritual weapon, which is already at the end of its strength, last a little longer.
The air gradually vibrated.Ruomu cautiously poked his head out of his sleeve and looked up, and there were more than a dozen bright spots faintly appearing in the huge black round spot.
Countless fireballs descended from the sky, illuminating the dark sky.The fallen stones hit the ground heavily, causing a violent explosion, and the strong impact razed everything around them to the ground.The entire Sumuya City burned into a sea of flames.
The meteorite natural disaster broke through the city wall that had not been breached for decades, and completely pushed Sumuya into the abyss of war.
The firelight reflected Duanmujian's face.
When the biggest fireball hits the high platform and history restarts again, she will completely forget the land of gold.
However, it doesn't matter.
There was no sadness, no regrets, no regrets in her heart, and there was even a mocking sneer on her face.
The meteorite natural disaster is really a big battle.
But so what?
Ruomu, who was dying, passed his vision to Lu Ran, who couldn't sleep in the temple, through the small opening in his sleeve.
Lu Ran's eyes were cold, and he calmly watched the flying fire meteor falling from the sky.
The evil god who cursed this land probably would never have imagined that even if the land is destroyed, even if lives are slaughtered, even if memories are erased, there is another thing that will reverberate for a long time after thousands of years of disasters and reincarnations.
From the moment it became the homeland of Sumuya, nothing can take this land away from the Sumuya people.
What a supernatural and omnipotent evil god.
But it's rubbish.
It can't even take back a small piece of land from the hands of mortals who are like ants in its eyes.
The watchtower and the fireball collided with each other, and smoke and dust rose everywhere. The high platform used its stalwart body to block the most violent impact for the fortress city, and then collapsed amidst the rumbling explosion.
Because of the urban planning when the city was built a hundred years ago, the surrounding area of the high platform is a large square for soldiers to form arrays, and there are few residential buildings.Therefore, the shattered and splashed bricks fell on the wide marching avenue, and almost none of them fell into the surrounding houses.
In the center of this fireball that came from outside the sky, there is a hideous stone that looks like black iron.The size of a fist, because of the impact, there are some uneven potholes on the surface.
Under the light of the sky, this stone will faintly show a glass-like luster.If there happens to be a Qixiu here, you can feel a deep and mysterious spiritual power slowly flowing out from it.
——[Star of Enlightenment].
Since it cannot be completely destroyed at night, a new era will surely open the next day when the dawn lights up the sky.
Those who survived came out of their crumbling houses.
The dilapidated street was rugged, with a malicious crack in the outer wall rising from the foundation.The city wall was blown up to create huge gaps, and there were ruins everywhere.
But when the gorgeous morning light rises, the silent ancient city is lit by the rising sun, and golden-red streamers float on the ancient bricks and stones.Under the magnificent and brilliant morning glow, the ruins of the Sumuya Fortress are like a bride with a phoenix crown and a xiapei.The five-color glow reflects her glory.
The crowd was bathed in the light of the sky, and the eternal flame burned in the pupils.
The Stronghold is the strongest fortress the Sand Sea has ever built.Some people will die in natural disasters, but many more survive by hiding in strong stone houses.
The fortress city was originally due to military aggression, people's livelihood was in decline, and the economy was bleak.After the catastrophe, it is even less likely to have the money to buy new brick and stone repair houses.
After Duanmujian symbolically knocked down a brick on the city wall, the spirits of the ancestors more than 100 years ago began to demolish the surrounding city walls in order to survive.
The chariot with exquisite structure and covered with iron armor no longer rides generals and warriors.Instead, it is used as a truck to transport the dismantled bricks and stones to the damaged houses that are in urgent need of repair.
After witnessing the catastrophe of the meteorite, the neighboring countries who were eyeing the surrounding countries determined that this was the will of the gods, regarded Sumuya as an unknown forbidden place, and gradually gave up the idea of occupying it.
Many years have passed, and the cursed gold in the ground and the burning flint in the sky have been buried in the depths of the mind, and no one mentions it.Like the stone arch at the gate of the city, it is gradually weathered and decayed.
Over the next few decades, they managed to survive civil war, poverty, and hunger.
The military strategy originally used to defend the city was used to quickly end the civil war and restore tranquility.The chariots that were originally used to carry soldiers and were extremely suitable for marching in the sand were transformed into trucks for goods.When the fort was originally planned, the wide avenue used for marching was fully enough to carry camel caravans walking side by side.
Because the caravan needs to travel north and south, it is very easy to encounter various sand bandits and robbers.The first batch of caravans marching in the sand sea had to wear the helmets engraved with diamond patterns worn by the soldiers of the fortress city.
Later, with the improvement of law and order on the trade roads, the heavy helmets were abandoned.But people still habitually wrap a headscarf on top of their heads.It is used for shading when the sun is exposed in summer, and for heating when the wind is biting in winter.
The most popular style is the continuous diamond pattern.
This village built on the ruins has become the most important node town for business exchanges between the Central Plains and the Western Regions.The unarmored chariots transported countless goods, galloping once again on the former battlefield.
Like the embers of a bonfire that has been extinguished.
——[Village of Embers].
Su Muya will once again survive the death situation.
Just like the ancestors who rebuilt the city on the ruins of the fallen palace a hundred years ago.
After more than ten years, two original monks with amazing talents and brilliant talents came to Sumuya.
One of them is the grandmaster array spirit who will be famous in the world in the future, and the other is probably a ghost cultivator.
By chance, the two knew Lisumuya's forgotten past, and they were deeply moved.So I exhausted what I had learned and weaved fragmentary memories into dreams.It is respected by the local people as "the second envoy of ghosts and spirits".
The mottled stones on the top of the high platform, the complex and mysterious runes on the body of the golden tower, the chains connecting the floating kingdom... These large-scale formations tailored to local conditions can bring moonlight into dreams on a special day every year.
The light from top to bottom, across the high platform, across the giant tower, across the sparkling water, across the majestic mountains, illuminates the lost ancient country in the dark layer by layer, and transforms the people who lived on this land in the distant past. Images of ancestors.
The flying fireflies are their guides in their dreams.
"When will we meet you again?"
"Tonight, under the moon, in a dream."
This is the most widely spread ballad in the ancient city of Sumuya.
The ancient country that disappeared into the sea of sand, only tonight, when the moon is shining, can I recall your former face in my dreams.
Some people still have vague memories after waking up from the dream.They claimed to be guided by ghost messengers, enlightened in dreams, and began to dig caves.With unspeakable piety, they dug grottoes and painted real histories on the rock walls like legends and ghost stories.
At that time, when commerce and trade were most developed, abundant funds allowed these painters to build such a magnificent and magnificent temple in the belly of the rock regardless of the cost.
Although they didn't know at that time what it meant for this huge grotto that could accommodate the whole village to be destroyed a hundred years later in the village of embers.
The last shelter.
Do not make noise, do not whisper, do not slander murals...do not even call other people by their names.
The cumbersome regulations are not because the humble names of mortals are not worth mentioning in front of the great Sumuya god.
There have never been gods here.
The leader who led the wandering clansmen to the land allowed by the gods fell in a secluded forest full of thorns.The patriarch who decisively directed the crowd to climb up the platform in the mountain disappeared into the molten magma.The wise man who was the first to calculate the water volume of the hanging lake was sentenced to death by the Holy See...
In the history of Sumuya, there is no strongman with one enemy against a hundred, and no king with a long history.There are only those unknown people who have been walking in the dark all their lives, but have never seen the dawn until their death.
Your and my names are like wilderness weeds submerged in the sea of sand, only the name of Sumuya is reborn again and again in the immortal light of the sky.
In the scarlet sky, the black sky cave shrouded the head like a lingering nightmare.
Duanmujian panted, Ruomu in his sleeve didn't move.It seems that she is left alone in the world, walking the long road ahead alone.
not like this.
She was never alone.
There is one thing that has been waiting here for thousands of years and has never left.
Duanmujian looked back sideways.The high platform was destroyed and turned into a pile of white earth and rocks that just reached the waist of the person.There used to be a wooden sculpture of Populus euphratica standing on it, and where the wooden sculpture pointed was the direction the caravan was going.
Later, the wood carvings were stolen, and at that time, because the caravan was diverted, the people of Ember Village no longer had the money to build new sculptures, so they had to use colorful silk and satin to surround the low stone piles solemnly, and no one was allowed to destroy them.
This is 【Holy Mountain】.
The author has something to say:
The world line is closed √ Foreshadowing recovery √ I'm happy again √
By the way, do you still remember [Venus Star] and [Holy Mountain]?These two things first appeared in the sand sea (6)
The scene description of the morning light rising behind the Qiming Star is directly copied from the beginning of Shahai (6).
In fact, there is another chariot foreshadowing that also ends here, but this is more important.It also appeared for the first time in Sand Sea (6), and later appeared again when organizing the crowd to evacuate to the temple.From the fortress city to the ember village, from the chariot to the wagon.Like diamond pattern, it is only a metaphor of inheritance. (Ah, ah, it’s really embarrassing to explain the foreshadowing that I set up by myself, ah, ah, etc.)
I feel that the rhythm of my Shahai chapter is not well controlled. It is too long and has too many foreshadowings. As a result, everyone may not have a deep impression in the end, and the effect of foreshadowing recovery is not very good (Caigou choked up)
If you have any suggestions, you can put them in the comment area √ I plan to wait for the end of the Shahai chapter and revise the article together
(Suddenly I feel so sorry for Jinjiang, I can’t make profits for it and occupy its review resources. And my recent chapters have a lot of words, and almost every chapter has to be reviewed. From the perspective of capital, the most annoying thing about the website is probably I am a foodie and love to write, huh)