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Chapter 563 Yellow sand wears golden armor, Loulan will never return it until it is broken

Chapter 563 Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never return it until it is broken

[It is so comfortable to have clouds covering your head when traveling in the desert. 】

[Really, it's really comfortable. ]

[I was so busy the past few days that my fingers were about to fall off! ]

[My face is so dry that it's cracked! ]

Shen Le walked on the Gobi Desert with one foot high and one foot low, with a strange look on his face. Xiaoling, you are a puppet! You are made of wood!
How could you get your face cracked?
Okay, I did apply paint on your face, but I also sprayed a setting solution on the outside of the paint. It won’t crack so quickly just by walking in the desert!
Even so, it is not a good idea to argue with the little guys. Shen Le silently concentrated, gently shook the flagpole, and used his mental power to activate the talisman on the flag.

The next moment, a stream of water vapor spurted out from the flag, surrounding Shen Le and the little ones around him, and slowly dissipated.

A part of it merged into the thin clouds above their heads, which shielded them more diligently, so that they would not be troubled by the blazing sun at the zenith;

The other part, thinly wrapped around the body, brought a refreshing coolness and a moist touch. Beside me, a woman in a red wedding dress waved her sleeves and muttered in dissatisfaction:
[It’s wet! It’s too wet this time! Shen Le, look, my sleeves are soaked——]

Shen Le waved his hand helplessly, and the water-repelling talisman quietly lit up, taking away the excess moisture on it. You guys take it easy!

Don't use me as an artificial air conditioner!
Even if it is an air conditioner, there is a ceiling above it and walls and windows on all sides. If you let it blow as hard as it can in an open space, it won't be able to handle it, right? !
However, he still worked tirelessly, throwing fireballs, summoning the thinnest and most tenuous fire, raising the temperature around him a little to a pleasant level, drying up the water vapor in the process;

Throw the water-repelling spell to expel the excess water mist;
Summon the breeze to blow around us;

Then summon a little bit of water vapor and blend it into the wind to keep the humidity between 50% and 60% - for this purpose, Shen Le even bought a temperature and humidity meter and carried it with him to check and adjust it at any time...

These operations are very helpful for him to train the accuracy of casting spells.

After walking in the Gobi Desert for less than a week, he was already able to transform himself into a human air conditioner, and could easily control the temperature whether it was blazing hot in the sun or freezing cold at night...

"It's great to have magic." A kilometer behind him, a member of the Special Affairs Bureau raised a telescope, looked from afar for a while, and sighed sincerely:
"For people like us, we can only sit in the car and watch from afar... The air conditioner has been on for a long time, and there is a strange smell in the car..."

His colleague tapped on the dashboard, turned up the air conditioner, pulled down the sunshade on the front windshield, and shrugged:

"It's not that it's good to have magic, but it's good to have magic that can be used at any time and controlled accurately. We also have magic, so what?
We can only drive for him. If he wants to play freely, we have to wait far away..."

"Be content. Our director begged for this driving assignment... Otherwise, he would have gone into the desert on his own..."

"Ugh……"

"Ugh……"

The two sighed to each other. Shen Le really didn't need a driver. The desert and Gobi were not easy to drive. If you were not careful, you could get stuck.

He can play around as he pleases, but if he really gets lost and doesn't know how to get back, he can simply teleport through the ground veins.

It would be more troublesome to transport an outsider with a car - in fact, it was the Special Affairs Bureau that desperately sent him a car and entourage, otherwise, what would happen if he got lost in the desert?
There is no piece of yellow sand that has not buried people. The Lop Nur Gobi Desert that Shen Le is interested in is also a famous no-go zone for life!

After having enough fun on the sea, the kids unanimously decided to go into the desert to play. Retracing the Silk Road, Dunhuang, Yangguan, Yumenguan, Wuwei, Jincheng...

Shen Le visited each city with great interest. He would personally walk around and take a look at each ancient city, each checkpoint, and even each tower.

If the Special Affairs Bureau hadn't stopped him, he would have dared to cross the desert on foot!
Even now, Shen Le is still hiking with the kids in the desert, climbing up a sand dune, sliding down quickly, climbing up another sand dune, and sliding down again with cheers...

"We can only wait like this. We can't play with them... Look how fast they climb the sand dunes..."

When a normal person climbs a sand dune, they take a step and put half a foot down, then take another step and put half a calf down.

It takes half an hour to climb up the mountain and one minute to slide down. Or you have to spend money to let the sandboarding operator drive you up, and you have to worry about the car getting stuck in the middle of the road...

But when Shen Le and the others climbed up, the sand seemed like a normal mountain path, allowing them to step on it one step at a time, with no sign of sinking at all.

There were a few times when Shen Le just stood there motionless, and the sand flowed upwards on its own, defying the law of gravity, carrying him up quickly. It was as comfortable as it could be...

"Forget it, let's just watch from a distance. In any case, driving for him is neither hard nor dangerous, and I get the same salary..."

"Yeah, at least we are not like our colleagues who have to fight against monsters and demons... At least there is no danger here... Danger... Danger... Danger!!!"

Beep, beep. Both people's cell phones rang at the same time, issuing a special warning tone.

The two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau took out their cell phones at the same time, took a look at the push notification on the screen, and their bodies suddenly stiffened, with their pupils shrinking to the size of needles.

The driver looked up to the northwest, was stunned for a moment, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed down the road:

"Shen Le! Get out of here! A sandstorm is coming!!!"

He shouted while stepping on the accelerator and steering the wheel desperately, making sure to arrive before the sandstorm hits. His colleague rushed over, grabbed the steering wheel, and stepped on the brakes hard:
"You can't do this! You're too slow! Stop, I'll do it!!!"

The off-road vehicle jolted violently a few times and stopped at the foot of a dirt ridge. The special affairs bureau guy stepped on the brakes, bent down and dragged out a box, fiddled with it a few times, and released the drone.

At this time, the wind and sand were extremely strong. The drone took off shakily, and it struggled to rise into the air amid the flying sand and rocks, rushing towards Shen Le.

While flying, I turned up the volume and played it over and over again:
"Shen Le! Leave quickly! A sandstorm is coming! Shen Le! Leave quickly! A sandstorm is coming——"

Without them shouting, Shen Le had already heard the sound of the wind in the distance. He looked around, took out his cell phone, and dialed directly:
"I know, I will hide. Don't worry about me, just hide yourself and be safe!"

After saying this, he lowered his head and focused on the sand dunes under his feet. On the dunes, golden sands surged silently, forming a skateboard-like hard shell under his feet.

Shen Le expanded the area where the sand particles condensed and shouted:
"A sandstorm is coming! Anyone want to see it? If you don't want to see it, go in and hide. If you want to see it, come to my side!"

【want! 】

【want! 】

[You must watch it!!!]

The little guys rushed forward. Xiao Ling threw out a silk thread, wrapped it around Shen Le's shoulder, pulled it back with all her strength, and sat on his shoulder;

The little inkstone flew out a lead weight, which entangled Xiao Ling, and with a snap, it stuck to its control panel and fixed itself tightly;
As usual, the small oil lamp jumped back to his royal seat. Inside the backpack, Lan Zhuang leaped and landed in Shen Le's arms, letting Shen Le hold it;
The women in skirts stretched out their long black hair, entangled the various straps and quick-hangings of their backpacks, and flew themselves up like kites;

However, there were too many clay figurines to stay outside. After a shove, most of them jumped back into the pen holder, and only two clay figurines carrying the chaise longue stood next to Shen Le, one in front and one behind.

The meaning is very clear:

You protect us from the sandstorm, and we carry you?

"Ah, no need. You guys just go in." Shen Le smiled and pointed at the pen holder that had jumped onto his wrist.

His current control over earth power is still limited.

If you don't stand on the ground, if you don't stick to the ground directly, you can't move your hands as easily as your arms, and you can't quickly summon the sand wall to protect everyone in the most dangerous moment...

The clay figurines drooped their heads and shrank into their pen holders. The other little guys took their positions. Shen Le smiled and used his mental power to move the ground beneath his feet:

"We're going up! Let's go——"

With a rustling sound, the sand particles condensed into the shape of a skateboard, carrying him up quickly and rushing straight to the top of the sand dune. The little guys shouted in unison:
【Wuhu~~~】

“You can tell he’s having a lot of fun just by looking at him like this.”

"Alas, there is nothing I can do. The more skilled you are, the more courageous you become."

"This weather forecast is too unreliable... You should have told us about the sandstorm earlier! If you told us a day in advance, we could have kept him in the police station and come out to play after the sandstorm is over..."

The two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau looked at his smiling face through the drone screen and murmured a little sourly.

While muttering to himself, he quickly parked the off-road vehicle along the slope, hammered nails into the ground, and hurriedly put up the tarpaulin.

Shen Le refused to come back, and there was nothing they could do about it. They could only report to the bureau and hope that he was safe and sound without any injuries...

While they were hiding in fear, Shen Le seized the opportunity and took the little ones to slide down three sand dunes to find the highest point within sight.

A group of people (?) stood on the top of the sand dune, holding their breath, staring up at the slowly approaching sandstorm:
"Wow... it's so spectacular..."

Although there is only one word difference between sandstorm and sanddust storm, there is a world of difference between the two.

Shen Le had witnessed a sandstorm passing through the capital. At that time, he only felt that the sky was vast, the earth was vast, and people huddled in the room listening to the sand hitting the glass windows. When the sandstorm was over, the room was covered with a layer of dust.

So far, he has not been forced to go out on the streets during sandstorms. He has only watched outdoor workers through the window or on videos:
Look at the sanitation workers or the delivery guys, who cover their faces with masks and scarves, bend over, squint their eyes, and walk hard in the sandstorm.

Watch for a while, sigh a little, and then go back to work. At most, store some delicious food in advance. Don't you order takeout these two days?
But now, in the wilderness, in the desert, Shen Le doesn't need to lament the hard lives of others. He just needs to open his mind wholeheartedly and feel the power of nature.

The sandstorm he saw in Beijing was a yellow dust storm, and the PM10 index in the air was off the charts, directly exceeding 1000;

But when I got to the top of the sand dune, I realized what the PM10 index was. It didn't exist at all. It was a moving black wall, connecting the ground to the sky, slowly pressing towards you.

There was no end in sight to the left or right, and even if I looked up as hard as I could, I could only see a black wall connecting to the sky.

The black wind wall hadn't even moved to my side yet. I could even estimate that it was still 5 kilometers, 10 kilometers, or who knows how many kilometers away. The sound of the wind filled my ears, and I felt my soul was shaking in the strong wind...

He possessed magic and was confident that he could protect himself, but how did the ancients survive such a strong sandstorm with bare hands...

Even the little ones were silent. There was no sound for a long time. Only the sound of the silk skirt and red wedding dress fluttering in the wind could be heard. After a long while, Huang Yutong whispered:
[Please let me out... Let me out, I will unfold on the sand dunes, and everyone can watch from inside the house? If not, just close the doors and windows...]

"No need." Shen Le touched the pendant on his hand. He turned his head to look at Luoqun and frowned:
"Do you want to get into the backpack? Just look at the black storm and show your head. Watch out for holes in the sand if you fly in the wind like this!"

【Ah this...】

[Let’s go in…] [Come in…]

[It was broken, and Shen Le has to fix it again...]

Not only Luoqun, Lanzhuang and Xiaoling were a little uneasy, twisting their bodies to get into the backpack. Shen Le took a deep breath, squatted down, and put his hands on the top of the sand dune:

"Protect me... please protect me... please protect me..."

His spiritual power spread far and wide, connecting with the earth, connecting with the yellow sand, and connecting with the soil dozens of meters deep beneath the yellow sand.

In response to his request, the yellow sand began to move softly, raising a chest-high sand wall that surrounded him.
Soon, more yellow light flew out and joined the sand wall, gluing the sand grains together and making it increasingly solid and more solid.

Finally, Shen Le summoned a wall of wind that surrounded him, ready to push back when the sandstorm passed.

It allows him to watch the sandstorm without being blocked, but also prevents him from being buried by a large amount of sand...

【coming. 】

【coming. 】

【coming! 】

My ears were filled with a roaring sound, not only the sound of the wind, but also the sound of flying sand and rocks, and the sound of large and small rocks hitting each other.

Shen Le pressed one hand on the sand wall and held the copper sheet with the other, ready to thicken the wind wall or raise the sand wall at any time, looking up at the sandstorm pressing over little by little:
The sky was getting darker and darker. The dark walls were advancing slowly but firmly, not subject to anyone's will.

Before he reached the destination completely, gravel and sand had already hit the sand wall, making a crackling sound. A stone as big as a pebble flew over his head and was blown far away by the wind.

Shen Le was startled, and quickly manipulated the sand wall to grow another foot higher. Before it was finished, it was pitch dark in front of him.

[How terrible. ]

[This is really scary…]

【The power of nature...】

The little guys whispered. Shen Le held the copper sheet tightly and drove the wind wall to spin outward. Push it out three inches, retract it two inches, push it out three inches again, retract it three inches again...

In the end, Shen Le felt exhausted just from maintaining the purity of the wind wall and preventing too much sand from being blown into the inner circle.

There was a rustling sound under my feet, and the fine yellow sand kept sliding down, and it felt like it had buried me up to my ankles...

Black clouds rolled, and rocks of all sizes hit the sand wall, making a bang. Every time they hit the wall, the wall would shake and a small pile of gravel would flow down...

"A river of broken stones as big as buckets, scattered all over the ground by the wind." I think it's beautiful when I read the ancient poem, but I feel it's not beautiful at all when I'm there...

In particular, this sand wall is not made of reinforced concrete, but was rubbed out by hand by him using the power of nature!
Shen Le was no longer able to maintain the wind wall, and could only shrink the wind circle to ensure that he could breathe freely and not get half a mouthful of sand with every breath he took.

Then, he summoned the power of the earth, causing the wall of sand to rise upward, forming a dome above his head, protecting him tightly.

As soon as I finished it, I felt as if I was lifted up by the waves, and the sand dunes under my feet seemed to be flowing.

The foundation and sand wall he made were like an earthen jar, being easily lifted up and drifting with the wind!

"Hold on a little longer..."

"Just hold on a little longer..."

"If the ancients could dodge it, I can definitely dodge it..."

"At worst, I can wait until the sandstorm is over and then dig it out of the sand. I can communicate with the earth, and I'm sure I can dig it faster than the ancients..."

Shen Le whispered to himself to cheer himself up. However, the surroundings did not calm down, and the sandstorm did not end as he wished.

On the contrary, the sounds of shouting, the clashing of swords and guns, the neighing of horses, and screams kept coming from far away:

"Oh no! The evil forces are passing through!"

The two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau who were hiding in the car changed their expressions. They quickly opened the storage box, took out a stack of talismans, and pasted them on the car.

Front and rear windshields, left and right windows, roof, doors, and floors;

He laid the back of the chair flat, climbed into the trunk, and reached in to cover the inside of the trunk with talismans;

The only thing that can be done is the engine compartment, which can only be left to fate. Fortunately, the engine compartment is not connected to the interior of the car. As for the tent cloth outside, it should have been put up, but I dare not go out at this time...

The passing of the underworld soldiers may have been just a legend in the past, or a story written in a novel. But now, especially in recent years, the work pressure of the Special Affairs Bureau has been increasing...

This thing has real power and it can really hurt people!

"I hope Mr. Shen is okay..."

"Mr. Shen should be okay, right?"

"It should be fine... His oil lamp spirit can control lightning, and lightning is the best way to defeat demons and monsters..."

The two young men pasted the talismans, and one of them held a short sword, applying cinnabar on the sword. Shen Le raised his head slightly, listening to the sound of war and iron horses around him, and frowned:

"This sound..."

He couldn’t hear some of the shouts and screams in the wind clearly, as he didn’t understand the language at all. However, for others, although he didn’t quite understand them, he could tell that the accent sounded a bit like Cantonese.

To be precise, the syllables are somewhat similar to modern Chinese, but more entering tones are retained. So, what he heard, what he heard...

It seems familiar, the flat and oblique sounds, the rhythm of the rhythm, even after a thousand years, it seems that I can still vaguely recognize it...

People shouted, horses neighed, orders were given, screams were heard. The shouts and cries in the wind were getting closer and closer, almost reaching my ears. Shen Le suddenly shuddered, his hair standing on end:

Danger!

Great danger!
Whatever that thing was, it came at him with full of malice - directly at him!
He stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword from his backpack. The dark surface of the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword flashed with lightning, and it was obvious that he was impatient.

The sword swung out and slashed into the air, making a clanging sound, as if it had slashed something.

Then there was a crackling sound, lightning flashed on the sword, and a long scream instantly rang out in the void outside the sand wall...

It was not a language he was familiar with, not the kind of language with flat and oblique tones and a very familiar rhythm. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword with both hands, and prayed silently:

"The sword is spiritual, it listens to my wishes... Those who are not of my race, who have been attacking my country and my race for thousands of years, please ask the nine-sky thunder to kill them for me!"

The long sword in his hand vibrated slightly. Even if it had not yet become a weapon spirit, the spirituality of the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword could still respond to such a call. With a crackling sound, the small oil lamp jumped out impatiently:

[I’ll come! I’ll take it with me! I’ll go with it!!!]

Even though there was a wall of sand between them, Shen Le could still feel thousands of lightning bolts falling from the sky, illuminating the world.

As the black wind blew, the shouts and cries suddenly turned into screams, getting higher and higher, and then lower and lower.

Shen Le waited with bated breath. Gradually, an accent, or the sound of one language, slowly faded away, while the sound of another language gradually condensed into singing:

"The long clouds from Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks towards Yumen Pass..."

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken..."

Shen Le carefully identified the sound in the wind and repeated it in a murmur.

The singing became louder and more intense; even as the voice faded away, it could not conceal the heroic spirit within it.

Finally, when Shen Le shouted and sang loudly, the singing reached its climax and merged with Shen Le's voice:
"A hundred battles in the yellow sand have worn away the golden armor, but Loulan has not been conquered - finally! No! Return!"

Shen Le suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the sand wall away. The sand wall collapsed with a loud bang, and a pile of yellow sand piled up under his feet, almost burying him to his knees.

Shen Le jumped out of the sand pit without time, looking up -

Its daybreak.

The sandstorm had already passed over his head, rolling forward, becoming thinner and thinner as he moved forward. However, in the pale black wind wall, there were dots of light flashing, guiding him in the direction:

"What's this……"

Shen Le looked far away. He couldn't see what the light was, or even the outline of the light. He could only vaguely feel that it might be armor, or a sword or a gun...

Perhaps, there is still the desert dusty and the sun is dimming, the red flag is half rolled out of the gate, and the warriors are singing and leaving. People on distant garrisons must watch the fire, and horses are nowhere to be seen in the deep mountains...

Shen Le took a deep breath. He called out to the little guys in his heart, made sure that everyone followed him closely, and then flew up into the desert, chasing the black wind wall.

One mile, two miles, five miles, ten miles...

The wind wall turned into a whirlwind, which gradually disappeared. Shen Le slowly landed under a tall sand dune and reached out to move the gravel:
"What's this……"

"Is this... something you want to leave for me...?"

(End of this chapter)

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