After Chen Buer and his friends escaped from Xingqing Mansion overnight, they ran into the desert when the sun rose.

In fact, they scare themselves,

First, they were not exposed, and no one knew that it was the case of the fire they set. Second, Xingqing Mansion has become a big fire pit, who has time to take care of them?

However, information asymmetry and guilty thief made these more than 20 people slip faster than rabbits, for fear of being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, they would all die.

As soon as they entered the desert, looking at the yellow sand, Chen Buer and the others were all traveling. After all, the ancients rarely traveled for a long distance, and it was even more impossible to travel to the desert.

So whether it was Chen Buer, Pan Mingguang, or Chai Zijin, they all got crazy after entering the Tengger Desert and played for a long time just by sliding the sand.

Chen Buer even became excited about poetry and recited a poem on the spot:

"The bicycle wants to ask the border, and the country passes through Juyan. The vanguard goes out of the Han border, and the return geese enter the Hutian. The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets in the long river. When the cavalry meets Xiaoguan, they all protect themselves in Yanran."

"good!!!"

Pan Mingguang, Zhu Lichen, Du Zongzhe, clapped his hands repeatedly: "Good poems, the seventh brother really has good literary talent!"

Chai Zijin's face turned red, "Seventh Brother, this seems to be Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty's "Entering to the Frontier"."

"Ah? That's it, sweat, haha, no wonder why I feel so familiar, blurted out."

Chen Buer smiled and touched his head, feeling embarrassed that he could use his toes to snatch out a three-bedroom and two-living room on the ground. He traveled to an overhead, only knowing that the Song Dynasty was gone, but forgot that there was still a Tang Dynasty.

"Well, wait, I will write another poem for you."

Chen Buer stood on a small sandbag, looked deep in the distance, and waved his hand.

"The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. How can you use the golden brain to walk on the clear autumn quickly?"

"Good poems, the seventh brother is indeed a great talent, hahaha."

"Young Master is so wet!"

The dead fans applauded again.

Chai Zijin raised his hand weakly again: "Seventh Brother, this is also the "Twenty-Three Poems of Horse Poems" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li He..."

Chen Buer was depressed all of a sudden. It seemed that he was destined to be Wenchaogong when traveling back to ancient times. Fortunately, this was also in the desert. If he was in the city of Bianliang, he would have to be laughed to death.

The next day after the group escaped from Xingqing Mansion, it was the New Year's Day (New Year's Eve).

This New Year is so memorable, and it was spent in a tent deep in the desert.

Anyway, it was all brothers and confidants, so Chen Buer didn't hide it anymore. He took out all kinds of delicacies and filled a tent, and all the other beer, white wine and wine.

Everyone sang and danced, and got drunk.

This is much happier than escaping in the mountains of Liaodong. At that time, I was afraid of being caught by the Liao army and didn't even dare to rise to the open fire. Now I don't have such concerns in the desert and I can do whatever I want.

There is no need to hold a watch. There is not even a ghost at the night of the howling Tengger Desert.

In the following days, they kept moving west in the desert. At first, everyone was excited, but in the end they were visually numb, and then on horseback until they were riding until they vomited blood, the young men were already all in vain.

When they passed through the eight hundred miles of desert and arrived outside Xiliang City, each of them was covered in dust and dirty all over their bodies. They were almost the same as savages. Even Chen Buer's mount, the little white dragon, turned into a little black dragon.

This doesn’t require makeup or dressing up, and you can tell that it’s a traveler at a glance.

Xiliang City, located in Wuwei in later generations, is the place where "Horse Steps on Flying Swallows" was unearthed.

This is an important city in the central part of Xixia Kingdom and one of the destinations for Chen Buer and his friends. After passing Xiliang Prefecture, the south is within the Great Zhou territory. At that time, they will escape and ascend to heaven.

Chen Buer was in a good mood. While humming Peking Opera, he staggered towards the city gate.

"Pinggui surrendered to the Red Mane Battle. The King of Tang rewarded me as the governor of the government. Xiliang Kingdom rebelled. Your father went to the palace to force me to put my ginseng in front of the formation, and to break up the mandarin ducks and the sky ~~~~~"

When approaching the city gate, I found that there were a large number of merchants gathered outside the city gate, some riding carriages and some riding camels. It seemed that everyone entering the city was strictly inspecting.

At this time, Chen Buer and his friends were also driving a caravan, pulling medicinal materials, and pretending to be a caravan for drug dealers.

Not only was the city wall full of Xixia soldiers, but the city gate also began to strictly investigate the first person entering the city, including all the goods, and all the goods must be dispersed, and they will be inspected.

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit solemn, even colder than the cold wind in December.

The fat man asked next to him, "Young Master, what should I do? It seems that I am trying to arrest someone, will it be us?"

If the walls of Xiliang Prefecture were covered with pictures of arson Chen Buer, they could only turn around and run away. In ancient times, the murder and setting fire was just a crack, not to mention that they burned down the imperial city of a country.

Chen Buer didn't care:

"What are we afraid of? We are like them now, both vendors or medicinal materials vendors. You all agreed to find an inn to find a good rest after entering the city. Grandma, I'm so tired these days."

Pan Mingguang looked at the friends in his team, all of whom were unkempt and had no other appearances as rich young men. He was almost the same as beggars. The cold wind in the desert was really powerful.

"Haha, we are really similar to the traveler. Even Zijin, a young man, has now turned into a little black carbon."

Chai Zijin grinned and rolled his eyes: "Go into the city quickly, I want to take a shower."

Several people drove the carriage to the city gate. The key was that the inspection was very strict. Every sack and box had to be opened for searching. Fortunately, the carriage was filled with medicinal materials that the Xixia Kingdom urgently needed, so there was no too much difficulty.

When Chen Buer passed by the city gate, he saw the white sails and white lanterns hanging on the city gate tower, which was a little puzzled.

After entering the city, I found the best inn and stayed in the desert for eight days. Everyone was extremely tired. Everyone couldn't wait to take a shower and sleep for three days and three nights.

The best inn in Xiliang City is Shunjin Inn located in the city. The conditions were incomparable to Bianliang.

The entire Xixia population is only 3 million, and it is only 50,000 people assigned to Liangzhou City.

However, the city is still quite lively, because Xiliang Prefecture is located at the junction of the Three Kingdoms of Dazhou, Xixia and Tubo, and is also a must-pass place on the Silk Road to the Western Regions, so the commerce industry is still very developed.

You can see any kind of race on the street. The bearded Western Regions, the Tubo people with red plateaus on their faces, the grassland people with a smell of smell on their bodies, the bald Liao people, and the Xixia natives in Afutou.
Chapter completed!