There is solitary smoke in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
Far away from the hustle and bustle of Shazhou, lies a desolate and mottled ancient city.
——Mocheng.
The earthen city wall made of yellow mud has collapsed a lot under the erosion of time, and traces of blunt swords can still be seen in some places.
Since ancient times, emperors have sought longevity, and the late Emperor Dali was no exception.
Emperor Jingde, the father of the current empress, suffered from many illnesses in his later years. He devoted himself to seeking immortality, exhausted the country's power, and was plagued by natural and man-made disasters.
The desert of Shazhou is already miserable and desolate. Longevity brings disasters, men fall to the grass and women weep in prostitution.
The refugees had no food to eat and exchanged their children for food. Bandits were wreaking havoc. Wails filled the fields, and bones covered the plains.
At that time, Shazhou was no different from purgatory on earth.
It was not until Mo Gucheng appeared that the Shazhou Rebellion was put down.
After that, there was a well-known king with a different surname in Shazhou - King Zhenbei.
Later, when the empress ascended the throne, the Red Lotus Sect wanted to take over Shazhou, but King Zhenbei led his army to suppress it. The power of the branch continues to this day.
A few days ago.
A bird that the people of Shazhou had never seen hovered in the sky against the scorching sun.
"What a big bird."
"Is this a goshawk?"
"How is it possible? Have you ever seen such a beautiful goshawk?"
"Yes, my wife likes big birds. Lao Wang, you are good with a bow. Why don't you help me shoot it down?"
"I didn't bring my bow and arrow today, but...my sister-in-law likes big birds, I'm afraid it's not this kind of bird..."
"???"
Desert City Fengsha Tower.
A masked woman wearing a waist-baring gauze skirt looked at the big bird in the sky, her eyebrows furrowed.
Under the short green gauze skirt, her long and straight legs were as white as jade, which was incompatible with the copper-colored skin of the people in Shacheng.
A small piece of green cloth just wraps the bamboo shoots, and is decorated with some silver ornaments, which gives it a somewhat alien feel...
"This is...Nine Spirit Bird?"
As if he knew that he had been recognized, the Nine Spirit Bird, which was well versed in human nature, landed on the window sill, staring at Murong Wanfeng with a pair of beady eyes, and his little head moved from side to side.
"It's really Li Shuiyu's raised bird."
Murong Wanfeng traveled through the world and became a heroine. What others called the Imperial Master or the Master of the Nine Moons was nothing more than an extremely tacky name in her mouth, Li Shuiyu.
Although she only has insight cultivation, this does not prevent her from challenging Jade Bone Grandmaster Qin Moli and calling Dali Guoshi by his first name.
"Why are you here with us? Where is Li Shuiyu? Isn't she also in Mocheng?"
The Nine Spirit Bird couldn't speak human language, so it called "嘤嘤嘤嘤" several times, but the Bamboo Shoot Heroine couldn't understand it at all.
At this time, an extremely unpleasant sound came from inside the house.
"It's here to help the Empress get an answer."
Turning around, a man lying on the cave came into view. Although he was well-dressed, his appearance was mind-numbing.
He had no arms or legs, and his head and torso underneath him were badly burned by the fire. It was a miracle that he survived.
And this man who is almost the same as a human pig is the leader of the Red Lotus Sect known to the world, Lu Pingchuan.
Seeing Lu Pingchuan speak, two guards stepped forward to help him up, or rather... pushed him up and leaned against the collapse.
Lu Pingchuan took a long breath, his eyelids turned outwards causing his eyeballs to bulge out, making him look like a ghost.
"A few days ago, I received a letter from Hantian Clan, inviting me to work together to build the Hantian Dynasty with the snow plain as the foundation."
Murong Wanfeng was slightly startled and said in disbelief: "Hantian Clan is going to rebel?!"
"hehe……"
Lu Pingchuan smiled and said: "The only rebel in the world is the Red Lotus Sect. What qualifications does the Hantian Sect have to be a rebel?"
"Oh, you are quite proud to be a rebel." Murong Wanfeng said it was difficult to comment.
Lu Pingchuan looked at the Nine Spirit Bird and said: "Hantian Snowy Plains borders the Three Kingdoms, and they have been fighting for a long time. If Hantianmen is on the right path, the empress will not only ignore it, but will even provide support in secret."
"It's a pity that Gu Binghe was ambitious and self-righteous, but little did he know that he had already become a poisonous sword used by Liang Kingdom and Northwest to attack Dali."
"Liang Kingdom? Northwest? How do you know this?" Murong Wanfeng asked.
Lu Pingchuan: "Because I am the number one rebel in Dali. If Gu Binghe wants to win over the Red Lotus Sect, he must first show a few trump cards and give some secrets that outsiders don't know."
"So...you want to tell the Empress all these things?"
"maybe."
"Lu Pingchuan, you are a rebel, you are the leader of the Red Lotus Sect! I really don't understand what you are thinking."
"Hehehe...Those who know me know themselves, and those who don't know me, just let it go."
"..." Murong Wanfeng rolled his eyes.
Lu Pingping knew that Murong Wanfeng was not interested in his secrets and only read a few words casually, so he did not say much on this topic.
"Shazhou is depressed. Please go to Jiangzhou and stay with him to help the Red Lotus Sect find out the news."
"Going to Jiangzhou? Who do you want me to stay with?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it's the person who has recited it hundreds of times since you came back this time."
"..."
Under the veil, a slight blush appeared on her fair face.
Murong Wanfeng pretended to be calm and said: "You are talking about Jiang Wuji, right? This man has repeatedly solved strange cases, and his understanding is no different from that of a monster. I just want to tell you as much information about him as possible."
"Message? He is handsome. Although he is lustful, he is full of justice. He will become a great person in the future. Even if our Red Lotus Sect cannot recruit such talents, we must not offend them..."
These words were said by Murong Wanfeng, but when they came out of Lu Pingchuan's mouth, why did they sound different?
Seeing that Murong Wanfeng was silent, Lu Pingchuan said with a smile: "When you were injured while suppressing bandits, I saved you. The name of the leader's wife is enough to repay your kindness. Now I no longer need to use it to hide others' eyes, so naturally you won't do it anymore." It’s the leader’s wife.”
"What? If you say yes, then it is, and if you say no, then it is no?"
"Am I wrong? Do you want to be the wife of the leader?"
"That's definitely not enough."
"..."
Lu Pingchuan couldn't close his eyes, but it could be seen that he wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while.
"Go ahead, the chaos in the snowfield also needs people to put down. Don't you want to be a heroine?"
"The opportunity is just right..."
Speaking of this, Murong Wanfeng will naturally not continue to stay here.
She cupped her fists and bowed, with a serious look on her face: "Then take care of yourself. The Liang Kingdom is peeping at you, the northwest is rekindling, the East China Sea is about to move, and the southern countries are wolves, tigers and leopards."
"Since you care about the world, don't die before the world is settled and before the real prosperity comes..."
"I'll try my best." Lu Pingchuan smiled.
Murong Wanfeng nodded slightly, turned and left.
When he reached the steps, he stopped again.
"By the way, I don't necessarily want to be a heroine, I just..."
"No pain at all..."
The wind in Shazhou always carries heat and desolation.
Seeing that Murong Wanfeng remained motionless, Lu Pingchuan suddenly thought of something.
"No money left?"
"..."
"Go to Lao Zhang and get it. There are many refugees in Langming County. You can go to Jiangzhou from there."
Murong Wanfeng waved his hand.
"gone."
