One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Big summer calendar, 12 years.

This huge empire, under the leadership of the Supreme Emperor, has gone through [-] years and is still functioning normally, as if it is as solid as a rock and unbreakable.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the scenery is chic.

The white brocade and green dragon flags representing the Great Xia Empire fluttered in the wind, standing still.

Yangcheng, the capital, is a city that contains the essence of the world's civilizations, and has great potential to become a "fairy city on earth".

Now is the era with the largest number of human races. More than one billion people live in the Central Plains, free from the torment of war, and can live and work in peace and contentment.

Compared with the troubled times of a hundred years, today is naturally an out-and-out prosperous age.

However, no one thought that this had actually come to the end of the prosperous age.

In just two years, this great empire will collapse, and will be annihilated in the long river of history at a speed that everyone is caught off guard.

What exactly happened in it, no one can give an answer.

Those who knew the truth were basically wiped out together with the capital, Yangcheng...

Northwest Desert, Anxi City.

The streets and alleys are dotted with houses, and people are coming and going on the street, rubbing shoulders, making noise.

The street is full of small stalls, and the vendors are enthusiastically hawking, selling all kinds of snacks, cloth, rouge and gouache...

There are also those who sell cultivation secret books, shouting hard:

"Peerless secret technique, only sold for one day, handed down by the venerable, highly recommended by the king of heaven!"

Then he waved the yellowed paper booklets and showed the titles on the covers to passers-by:

"The Dafa of Extinguishing Demons and Souls"

"Supreme Emperor Subduing the Dragon"

"The Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang Interaction of Bliss"

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Song Yun opened his eyes, and seeing all these scenes, he almost thought that he had traveled to the wrong place.

Anxi, this place where no birds shit, no matter what time it is, looks desolate, can it still have such a prosperous scene?

Moreover, he suddenly appeared on the street with people coming and going.

A large living person appeared out of nowhere, and it stands to reason that it would cause a commotion.

But the people passing by just looked at it with curious eyes, and didn't make any panic move.

There was even a little girl biting a candied haws, pointing at Song Yun, and said in a milky voice:

"Mom, someone is playing tricks!"

"What kind of tricks are called Taoism." The mother on the side immediately corrected.

Song Yun lowered his head, smiled at the little girl, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"People in this era seem to be accustomed to Taoism, no wonder they don't feel strange seeing me."

It's been a long time since Song Yun had seen such a bustling and bustling scene on the street, and he slowly got used to it after walking three or five streets among the crowd.

"Is this the Great Xia Dynasty? No wonder when Zeng Haoying and the others talked about it, there was a deep sense of nostalgia in their tone. This is much better than a hundred years of troubled times."

Song Yun single-handedly supported the Northern Tang Dynasty. There were some important cities in the territory, and he had also visited them.

In terms of excitement, none of them can compare to Anxi in the Great Xia era.

Moreover, Anxi is still a lonely desert, not comparable to those big cities in the hinterland of the Central Plains, let alone the capital Yangcheng.

This shows the prosperity of Daxia.

"How did you manage to manage Anxi like this?" Song Yun looked at the row upon row of street shops, feeling curious in his heart.

Anxi's resource endowment is placed here, and the environment is harsh, so it stands to reason that it cannot afford to support so many people.

From the looks of it, the common people have lived here for more than a year or two, it doesn't look like a conspiracy by the ghost killing sect.

"Lets see."

Song Yun wasn't in a hurry, this time travel was done a lot earlier, two full years before the Great Xia's demise.

He has enough time to understand this strange era, and maybe he can make some arrangements.

It's not enough to just look, it's better to ask someone.

But everything about the Great Xia Dynasty was unfamiliar to him, and there were too many things to understand, so he couldn't catch people on the street and ask them all day, right?
Song Yun had already concealed his cultivation, and did not hypnotize ordinary people, and kept a low profile.

He could feel that an invisible net of divine sense had fallen, covering the entire Anxi City.

Similar to [Anxi Real-time Map], it is a powerful monitoring spell.

Naturally, only ghosts and immortals can do this method.

The situation is unknown, Song Yun doesn't intend to alarm this ghost.

After shopping for another half an hour, he took a rough look at all the markets and shops in the city.

It can be inferred that Anxi City has a relatively complete agricultural and handicraft industry, and a large number of goods are locally produced and sold, not shipped from outside the desert.

It is surprising to see such productivity created in a barren desert.

Song Yun was looking for someone to ask how these melons and fruits were grown.

Unexpectedly, someone outside suddenly shouted:

"It's going to rain! It's going to rain!"

Some people immediately went under the eaves next to them when they heard this.

This behavior was ridiculed by others:
"The government has issued a notice a long time ago, can you forget this?"

Most of the people unhurriedly took out the oil-paper umbrellas, opened them ahead of time, and covered them.

Song Yun raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky suspiciously.

The air in the desert is still quite dry, most of the time it is cloudless and the sun shines directly.

The same is true now, there is no cumulonimbus cloud at all, and there is no possibility of rain in this weather.

But judging by the determined expressions of the people around, everyone seems to be convinced that it will rain soon.

"Hold on."

Song Yun waited quietly for a while, and then heard cheers from afar.

Looking up, I saw a blue figure breaking through the clouds and flying towards the south sky.

A huge water dragon covering the sky and the sun!

The water dragon soared into the air, hung above Anxi, and let out a high-pitched long cry.

Immediately, the dragon's body exploded and turned into thousands of raindrops, splashing down and covering the whole city.

Song Yun reached out to catch a few drops of rainwater and kneaded it gently.

The water is just ordinary river water, nothing special about it.

Naturally, the water dragon is not a real life, but a condensed form of Taoist masters!
"This...artificial rainfall?"

Cast a spell to divert water from a river hundreds of miles away, condense into a water dragon and fly to Anxi, and then disperse into rainwater.

This is the first time Song Yun has seen this kind of operation.

It doesn't mean how difficult the spell is, but the problem of Taoist practitioners.

In a hundred years of troubled times, the number of Taoist practitioners is very rare, much less than martial arts practitioners.

Those who can cultivate to a certain level are high-level in the major forces, and they are only sent to battle at critical times, and it is impossible to do all tasks.

And looking at the size of the water dragon in the sky, if it can be condensed, the caster's realm is at least in the possession state, and it may even be a ghost fairy.

Ghost immortal shot rain?

In troubled times, every ghost fairy is a sweet pastry, a high-ranking venerable.

You are honored, respected in the world, enjoy the glory and wealth, and worry about national affairs.

How could it be possible to care about the rain in an isolated desert city?

"It's interesting." Song Yun looked up at the rain and smiled slightly.