Han Hai Tang Ergui

chapter 1
This place should still be somewhere in the northwest. Zhang Chao reached out and buttoned the mottled soil wall eroded by the wind and sand at the door. This was the only thing he could be sure of. As for the others, he didn't know at all.

As a fan of cold weapons, a member of a domestic full-armor fighting team, a person who relies on armor-making and armor-selling, an ancient skill that was a major crime of the three tribes of barbarians.

Zhang Chao was walking in the sand dunes by the Crescent Lake just a second ago. He was wearing a self-made imitation Tang Mingguang armor and holding a horse lance that took three years to build. Cospree.

As a result, before the phone was turned on, the person passed out and woke up here. The Mingguang armor was gone, the horse was gone, the phone was gone, and even the underwear was gone!
Where the hell is this robber?Do you still have a sense of public morality?The whole body is stripped, and the neighbors in the neighborhood have to go to work tomorrow?Do you also know that there is a way to steal?Even underwear!

Zhang Chao had no choice but to search around for a long time, and finally found a set of dark robes in a broken wooden box. He said it was black or not, or purple or not. It looked about the same color as a mature mulberry.

However, this set of clothes was a little smaller, and it was just a robe, nothing else, which made Zhang Chao very uncomfortable.

This must be in the northwest. Zhang Chao walked out of this house with some simple furniture, an empty stove, but no food, pots and pans.

Uh!It seems that the house is not right, this thing should be called a cave, looking up at this grotto dug in a tall soil slope with a round arched door, Zhang Chao made the most correct judgment.

Because it looks similar to the Mogao Grottoes, but it is not so big and not so high. In addition, there is an extremely rough but unpainted Buddha statue in the cave, and several scrolls that are not very understandable. This further confirmed Zhang Chao's judgment.

There are a few plants of sandy jujube trees standing at the door, and the sandy dates on the trees have shown a ripe purple-red appearance.

Zhang Chao hurried over like a vicious dog pouncing on his food. It was not too long to see the weather, so why did he seem so hungry after not eating for a few days?

After eating a few sweet and sour, sour and astringent sand dates, Zhang Chao's spirit stabilized a little, and his limbs recovered some strength. He looked at the deserted surroundings and began to think about what he should do.

Since it looks like Mogao Grottoes here, and I passed out not far from the Crescent Moon Spring, then this place should not be far from the scenic spot.

Or this is an abandoned scenic spot. After I fainted, my belongings were robbed and thrown here?

Maybe I should go out and have a look, otherwise I am waiting to die here!
'Da da da da! ’ While Zhang Chao was hesitating, smoke and dust billowed up in the distance, as if many people had rushed over on horseback.

someone is coming!Zhang Chao was immediately overjoyed, and now he didn't have to venture out by himself.

God knows how far it is from the nearest town?These sand dunes look pretty much the same, maybe you don't even know if you get lost and die.

"Wu Na little novice monk! Hurry up and get some water, take a step slowly and watch your head carefully!"

Zhang Chao was stunned, but people came. They were not tourists riding horses as he imagined, but a group of 'ancient people'.

The guy who was yelling at him with a horsewhip spoke a strange accent that was very difficult to pronounce.

What's even more strange is that Zhang Chao still understood, and even heard that his words were not standard, obviously mixed with Hu accent.

When did you learn this dialect, which is similar to a foreign language?
Zhang Chao was a little dizzy, and he vaguely felt that these people must not be filmmakers, nor are they engaged in Cosplay like him.

Tattered fur robes, tattered fur hats, short and shaggy horses, oily hair, big sallow teeth, and strange words in their mouths.

Not to mention cameras and mobile phones, Zhang Chao didn't even see any traces of modern objects on them.

My brother Chao has been in the armor industry for so many years, and I have never seen anyone who can imitate antiques to this extent.

Many of them are holding a Tibetan knife called Shangma, which is a long knife with a thick handle and a sharp edge, resembling a Tang knife.

This is an imitation Tang knife with Tubo style made by the Chinese craftsmen who married Princess Wencheng after she entered Tibet.

The shoddy appearance, later generations can't make it even if they want to. A few years ago, Zhang Chao wanted to make a real one, but he didn't expect to see it here.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Zhang Chao also saw a set of Tibetan-style Tubo armor tied to the back of another unridden horse.

Although it is far away, as an armor enthusiast who has been playing with armor for more than ten years, Zhang Chao can tell immediately that this Tubo armor is by no means a copy of later generations, but a real ancient product.

But the Tubo Dynasty is at least 1000 to [-] years old. If it is the armor of the Tubo era, no one would be willing to tie it to the horse's back like this, it is a cultural relic!
"The thief is bald and looking for death!" Zhang Chao was stunned, but the warrior in front of him who said 'nonsense' was not stunned. With a 'choke' from the side of the horse, he drew out the Shangma knife and waved to chop.

"Stop!" As soon as the knife was unsheathed, it was stopped by a soft shout, and a woman in an orange-yellow skirt and a white veil walked over from behind.

"Even if you Uighurs don't believe in Buddha, you should know how to respect Aluoxu, don't believers of the great loving father only know how to kill people?"

The woman has a slim figure, her back is straight, and her walking steps are extremely dignified.

Although she was scolding angrily, her voice was clear and bright, with moderate ups and downs, and her expression was solemn, showing a very high level of self-cultivation. You can associate the word etiquette with her just by looking at her.

At this time, all the knights who came over had dismounted and tied the horses to the date tree outside.

A man with a full beard, a four-tile-shaped felt hat with a rolled brim, and a brocade robe with scattered flowers walked over. His sunken eyes and gray eyes looked like a knight on a horse. Is a 'Xinjiang people'.

"Ms. Cao San is really a good woman who enshrined the Buddha. She is right, sand dog, put away the knife!"

The man who looked like the leader patted the shoulder of the man who had pulled out Shangma's knife, motioned him to put the knife back, and then turned his head to look at the woman who made the first sound a little frivolously.

"However, I think that at this moment, San Niangzi should worry about herself first, haha!"

After finishing speaking, the man took off the felt hat with a rolled brim and a pointed top on his head, and took another look at Zhang Chao who was holding the date with both hands and was dumbfounded and didn't respond, like Zhang Chao who had been frightened.

"This little fellow, please bring some fresh water, the brothers of a certain family rest and leave!"

The setting sun was slanting, Zhang Chao was standing alone in the wind, clutching the sand dates, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt wrong
Uighur?Hasn't the name Uyghur been lost for a long time?

Also, the guy who drew a knife to kill him just now was definitely not a fake, Zhang Chao sensed it!

But it's already 2021, and there are still people who dare to kill people if they don't agree with each other?Where is this?Not quite right!

(End of this chapter)