Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Fang Chang nodded, lifted the gourd and took a sip for himself, and echoed:

"This desert is big enough. Fortunately, there are some oases in it, otherwise it would be really difficult to cross."

Seemingly aware of Fang Chang and Sang Ziping's novelty about the desert, the buddy Lao Zhou chuckled:

"I've been running up and down this route since I was young, and all I see is yellow sand all day long. I'm really tired of seeing it."

"In comparison, Guanzhong is better... the trees are shady, the farmland is vast, there are people everywhere, and you can live a good life everywhere."

"In this desert, even the river water flowing in becomes thinner and thinner. Even if it rains, it doesn't fall on the sand and disappears."

"A world without water, almost lifeless, is a Jedi. The most terrifying thing is the wind. Sometimes when encountering sandstorms, you can't distinguish your fingers, and you can't see your direction. The rolling sand can easily bury people..."

Lao Zhou shook his head while talking, then picked up the small magnetic cup in his hand, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, smacked it a few times, and swallowed every drop of wine greedily.

Fang Chang opened the pot helmet and heated it up by the campfire before eating.

Originally, the pot helmet was very hard, and it was not afraid of roasting it to make it even drier. After being scorched by the flames, the pot helmet turned a little brown, and it was full of fragrance after biting.

Sang Ziping next to him swallowed the last piece of pot helmet, got up and clapped his hands, and looked outside.

"There are wolves."

He reminded his surroundings.

After hearing Sang Ziping's voice, the people in the caravan moved quickly. Everyone put down their food one after another, pulled out their knives and picked up their pikes, or picked up their hunting bows to be on guard.

Even Lao Zhou next to him stuffed the unfinished pot helmet into his arms, and Gu Lu got up and looked outside.

Several bodyguards quickly returned to the periphery, holding weapons in hand, looking into the distance.

"Where is it?"

The leading bodyguard asked suspiciously, no one saw where the wolf was.

"It's right in front, coming towards us." Sang Ziping pointed to the outside, and said, when everyone saw it, there was still only a pitch-black patch, and nothing could be seen.

It wasn't until a wolf howled that everyone looked at Sang Ziping in admiration.

On the other hand, Fang Chang was very stable by the side. He spotted the wolves in the distance earlier than Sang Ziping. He ate the baked pot helmet before getting up and walking to the outside, standing with the bodyguards and Sang Ziping.

"I don't know how many there are. If there are too many, it will be troublesome, but that kind of situation is very rare." The experienced old escort said to Fang Chang and Sang Ziping, but it was to relieve the tension.

After a while, only the one with excellent eyesight saw the little black shadow shaking on the sand dunes in the distance: "Over there!"

When everyone could clearly see the black shadow swaying towards this side, Xi Tong Guotou also walked to the periphery and asked:

"Is this coming for us?"

"Well, the number is not large. We have a large number of people, so there is no need to be afraid."

After carefully looking at the number of wolves, the lead bodyguard seemed relieved and said.

Sure enough, after the wolves came, seeing the number of people and the fire here, they just wandered around not far away. From here, you can see their eyes, glowing green in the light of the campfire.

After a while, the wolf king let out a soft roar and led the wolves away.

Neither side is willing to engage in conflict for fear of loss.

This was just a small episode, after all, it wasn't the first time they encountered desert wolves. Before the caravan encountered a desert wolf, several bodyguards surrounded and killed one, and after it was cooked, everyone shared the food.

The rest of the night was fine.

After getting up the next day and walking for two hours, Xi Guotou's face became very serious.

He looked at the sky in the distance, and suddenly shouted to the caravan:

"The wind is coming, let's prepare first, pay attention to sand prevention!"

The caravan is full of experienced guys, who knew how to deal with this situation, they drove the camels to lie down together, then covered the shawls, lay down on the ground and waited.

The sandstorm came very quickly.

It looks like a wall from a distance, but it blocks out the sky and the sun when you get close.

The wind howled, driving the sand grains, flying in the air with a force far beyond normal.

For ordinary people, in this kind of sandstorm, it is completely impossible to distinguish between up and down. Apart from camels, no creature can be said to be immune to sandstorms.

Fang Chang stood inside the sandstorm, and the wind and sand bypassed him without affecting him at all.

Sang Ziping next to him had already recited a spell and cast a wind-dispelling spell, but he was still trying to maintain it. He said to Fang Chang:

"This is Tianwei, let's avoid it for now."

The two can't see each other clearly, but because of their cultivation, it doesn't affect their perception of each other's position and dialogue.

Fang Chang's heart suddenly moved, and he said to Sang Ziping: "Let's leave first, there should be no danger behind this caravan, we can take a step first and wait for them in the oasis."

Sang Ziping naturally had no objection.

Climbing clouds in a sandstorm is a lot of fun.

Fortunately, the wind was blowing in the right direction, otherwise Fang Chang's cloud, which was running at the same speed as a small step, would not be able to catch the sandstorm very far when it stopped.

After Fang Chang stepped down from the clouds and rose up with Sang Ziping, the wind and sand behind him changed from an obstacle to a help in an instant. Like surfing, Fang Chang used the clouds under his feet to toss up and down in the rolling sandstorm while advancing rapidly.

until a river.

Feeling the water vapor below, Fang long pressed Luoyun's head.

The sandstorm was still going on, but its strength had weakened a lot. After waiting for half an hour, it slowed down, the wind dissipated, and the sand fell back to the ground.

Not far away, you can see an oasis.

As its name suggests, the oasis is indeed green. Just in early autumn, the turquoise green of the vegetation is more refreshing in the long yellow sand. The river slows down and widens at the oasis, nourishing the nearby reeds, salix, desert poplar, and various unknown plants.

Some birds and animals have avoided the sandstorm and are active in the oasis. Not far away, there are still some buildings and houses standing tall.

But the traces of the sandstorm that just raged are still there, the buildings have become a little gray, and there are also some snake-like dust wisps under the trees and in the grass swaying in the wind.

Although the surface of the river is sparkling, it seems that the river bed has been filled up a little by the sandstorm just now. I don't know if the river will be diverted to another place after dozens or hundreds of years, and will take the oasis to other places by the way.

Casting a descaling technique on himself, Fang Chang and Sang Ziping walked towards the oasis together.

The sandstorm passed, and it became lively inside.

Looking closer, the inside of the oasis is not small, it is like a small town. The products by the river alone cannot support a settlement of this scale. The existence of the small town in the oasis relies on the caravans. They carry all kinds of supplies, and they often have to replenish supplies here, especially freshwater.

At the same time, caravans often come and go here to stay and refresh, and enough popularity has brought prosperity to this place.

Fortunately, although the accents of different parts of the world are quite different, but the language is the same, there is no obstacle for the two to enter here.