In the desert of the Western Region, wind and sand are rising.
In this wind-swept Gobi Desert, towering icebergs melt snow, creating an oasis of lush water and grass.
Hundreds of families live near this oasis, and above the oasis, a palace made of white stone is particularly conspicuous.
This is one of the important branches of Luo Jiao in the Western Regions, known as the Palace of Joy and Sorrow.
On this day, a vigorous dark gray falcon hovered in the blue sky for a long time, then fell directly into the palace and landed on the arm of an old man.
This old man has white hair and a white beard, and has eyebrows as long as snow, but his face is like that of a young man. His whole face is as crystal clear as jade, without a trace of wrinkles.
The old man took off a several-inch-long bamboo tube from the talons of the falcon eagle, and then opened the box next to him, only to see strips of dried beef and mutton inside.
Seeing those dried meats, the hawk suddenly let out an excited and suppressed cry.
Just because the Western Region is bitterly cold and desolate, it is difficult for ordinary homing pigeons to survive here. They can only use raptors such as hawks to communicate. Whether feeding pigeons or hawks, they must be fed with food immediately after completing their mission. On the one hand, Because of their long journey, they were already hungry. On the other hand, it was a conditioned reflex that made these hawks, hawks and pigeons happy to deliver messages.
Of course, if hawks and pigeons really meet, then the homing pigeons used by the hive will become the delicacies of these hawks.
The old man casually lifted three or four pieces of dried meat into the air, and saw a falcon flying up into the air, darting left and right in the air, grabbing the dried meats one by one in its talons, then chirping excitedly towards the old man, and then fluttering its wings away - —It wants to find a quiet cliff and slowly enjoy these delicious foods.
The old man squeezed open the bamboo tube with his hands, and the parchment inside suddenly fell down. The old man stretched out his hand, and the parchment changed its fall and flew into his hand.
The miserable old man spread the parchment in front of his eyes and saw that the parchment was densely written with Western characters. When he read it from beginning to end, his face did not change much, but with a slight force in his hand, the originally tough parchment shrank instantly. , eventually turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
"Ningxia is indeed my good disciple." The miserable old man said with a low smile.
The laughter was hoarse and slightly angry.
Smiling like this, he stood up and gave a low five.
In an instant, in the darkness of the palace, several warriors from the Western Regions in full armor knelt down.
"I'm going out for a trip." The miserable old man said coldly.
"May I ask where the master wants it?" the leading warrior asked.
"Go to the rudder first, then go to the Central Plains." The miserable old man walked forward and passed the kneeling warriors.
"You guys take good care of your house here."
As the old man walked, all the bones in his body began to rattle.
The white hair also gradually turns black.
When he walked all the way out of the palace and walked under the scorching sunshine of the Western Region, he saw standing at the door of the palace a black-haired boy who looked to be no more than twenty years old.
"I have forgotten how long it has been since I came out." The miserable old man laughed softly. He stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. His skin was as pale as paper and his eyes were dark.
"It's been too long since I've been out."
"I really thought that my name as a miserable old man was someone else's bragging that helped me come up with it."
Behind the miserable old man, the door of the White Stone Palace slowly closed.
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Outside Song County, the stars are scattered.
Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian each rode a bay-red horse, which was the horse they had left at the inn before. Because they had enough money, they hadn't seen each other for a few days, and they felt that the horses had gained a lot of fat.
Huo Ying followed behind, dressed in white, with a white horse covered in snow beneath her crotch.
Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian didn't know where Huo Ying's horse came from. Anyway, she was brought from the inn, and the way the postmen at the inn looked at Huo Ying was completely different from Sheng Junqian and Xue Ling's.
But this was Huo Ying's private matter, and it was difficult for Xue Ling to ask questions. After all, Huo Ying had already helped them both a lot in this field.
In other words, without Huo Ying's help, the two of them would not be able to take Tian Bu Lao away.
"Do you want to go to Luo City with us?" Xue Ling looked at Huo Ying and said.
"Isn't it possible?" Huo Ying asked coldly.
"It's okay, or it couldn't be better." Xue Ling said with a smile, "I'm just afraid that it will be inconvenient for the girl."
"There's nothing inconvenient. I really want to see the patient who needs immortality." Huo Ying looked at Xue Ling and said, "If it's convenient, take me for a ride."
Xue Ling nodded, then looked at the Songxian County seat behind her and the mountains in the distance - because it was night, only the outlines of those mountains could be seen.
"Will you come back?" Xue Ling asked.
Huo Ying shook her head: "Of course not."
"Then where are you going from now on?" Xue Ling asked again.
"Let's wait until we get to Luo City before making a decision." Huo Ying said softly.
"Anyway."
"I no longer have a home."
Saying this, Huo Ying gently kicked the horse's belly, and the white horse took the lead on the road, walking in front of Sheng Junqian and Xue Ling.
Sheng Junqian and Xue Ling looked at each other, then urged their horses to follow Huo Ying.
It's a long way to go.
Walk under the stars at night.
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Luo City, outside the Xiaohun Inn.
The inn is still under maintenance, but the work has come to an end.
Opposite the inn, the grocery store that used to do a good job has now become deserted.
This is not because the goods here are not comprehensive enough, the prices are not cheap enough, nor is it because the boss lady is not pretty enough or her smile is not sweet enough.
It's just because there is a group of menacing people with swords and swords standing next to the grocery store. How can ordinary people dare to go in and buy things in such a formation?
It’s hard not to pee your pants in fear.
"So?" Shang Jiuge looked at the people spying from a distance: "The ones in the past two days were just the vanguard?"
"The army just arrived?"
"I think so." Ning Xia nodded and said, "If it weren't for fear of bad influence, it would be best to send Hei Wu out to drive people away at this time."
"Then it's not a matter of bad influence, it's a matter of increasing evil and killing evil." Shang Jiuge sighed.
"But I have a question, why do they only dare to look at it? Don't dare to come over?"
"Aren't they obviously coming for me?"
"Why are you so afraid when you arrive?"
"I think it's because of Han Dong yesterday," Ning Xia said.
"Han Dong?" Shang Jiuge was stunned: "What's his reason?"
"Think about it, Han Dong came to you to compete, right?" Ning Xia said.
Shang Jiuge nodded: "Yes."
"And now Han Dong is in bed recovering from his injuries, right?" Ning Xia said.
"But I didn't hit him!" Shang Jiuge said angrily.
Ning Xia looked at the cowering people in front of him.
"But they don't know!"
"Beehive didn't tell them that Han Dong was not killed by you."
