After the immortal disappeared

Although there was still vast yellow sand everywhere, He Lingchuan could indeed feel that this place was very different from before.

Pedestrians come and go, not sticking to Hongya Road.

Several children squatted on the roadside and played in the sand. In the past, adults would severely stop this situation and drag them over and give them a meal of fried pork skin on bamboo boards. But now, they have built several huts with sand and no one cares.

The desert was quiet and quiet, with a little grass growing in the leeward and backlit areas.

He Lingchuan clearly saw something moving in the sand dunes not far away, but he did not come over to pounce on the child.

Qiu Hu and others also looked around and were surprised: "Is this the famous Panlong Desert?"

They were all veterans who had been on the battlefield, but most of them had never walked in the desert. They were amazed when they saw the soft sand dunes being higher than the mountains.

The desert scenery is unique.

"Famous?" He Lingchuan smiled, "Is Panlong Desert also famous in Rongshan Mountain?"

He had previously told everyone that he wanted to go to Panlong City, but the people in Rongshan only said yes, and he followed suit without saying much else.

"Panlong City has stood here for more than thirty years, resisting foreign aggression and fighting gods. There are countless tragic stories. We have heard many of them in the sect." Another Rongshan magician answered, "I deeply admire it. Of."

This man is in his thirties, his name is Xiang Lian, and he is good at logistics.

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Do the people in the Rongshan Sect also talk about these past events?"

"Remembering the past is the guide for the future." Qiu Hu nodded, "Yes."

He Lingchuan understood. The Rongshan Sect also belongs to the Immortal Family and has a natural affinity for Panlong City, which resists the gods.

They casually chatted about the past in Panlong City, and He Lingchuan discovered that the people in Rongshan actually knew more historical facts than the civilians in Heishui City who were just around the corner.

It was sunny and crisp along the way, with no wind and no sandstorm.

The next day, they checked into Weicheng Station.

The ancient cities that Hongya Road passes through have been developed as relay stations for business travelers to rest. This "powerful city" had already been destroyed by the Baling Kingdom when He Lingchuan entered the Panlong World for the first time. Before He Lingchuan joined the Panlong City patrol, he claimed to be from Weicheng.

The ancient city had long been eroded by yellow sand, and there were only a dozen or so dilapidated low walls left. Blackwater City used this as a foundation to rebuild some houses.

At the end of May, the Hongya trade road was getting busier. Living in the low house at the post station, one could often hear camel bells and horses neighing outside, and people banging clappers.

Things in the ancient inn are as expensive as ever.

He Lingchuan would not spare this kind of money. With a wave of his hand, he gave each of the team members an expensive set meal with meat, vegetables and tea.

The meat is real camel meat, not some weird desert bug impersonation.

He Lingchuan and others were eating in the hall, when another twenty strong men walked in outside.

He Lingchuan took the opportunity to take a look outside and saw the postmen going to pull their carriage. There were caravan flags on the horses' heads and boxes tied to the carriage.

No one who comes here is not dusty. They looked around at everyone in the hall before starting to get food and water.

While they were leaving their seats to get food, Qiu Hu approached He Lingchuan and said, "These people have a tough temperament. They are either robbers or officers and soldiers. They are not fun."

"A box on their cart just fell to the ground, and the sound was hollow." He Lingchuan raised a bowl to drink soup: "They came from the north. This season, goods are usually transported south, and the carriage should be fully loaded to make money."

So this is a fake caravan.

What are you planning to do? Robbery?

Qiu Hu then privately reminded his fellow disciples to be more careful at night.

At this time, a dispute broke out in the front. It turned out that a few men in the team had a fight with the cook.

"How dare you sell me a thick steamed bun and two mouthfuls of water for thirty cents!" The man slapped the table, "Is your steamed bun inlaid with gold?"

The waiter who was just preparing the meal had an expressionless face: "This is the price here. If you want it cheaper, just go home."

The man made his appearance and took a step forward.

The postman on the side rushed over immediately: "What are you doing!"

The male companion grabbed him and smiled at everyone: "He is dizzy from the heat. Don't blame me, don't blame me!"

As soon as he turned his head, his smile disappeared and he said angrily to the man, "Why are you so crazy? Are you ignoring business?"

The man sat back angrily and had no choice but to eat the thirty-cent steamed bun.

He Lingchuan exchanged glances with the team members and left after eating, leaving only two of them watching in the hall.

This night, it was quiet.

There were many guests staying overnight at the inn. When everyone got up the next morning, nothing happened, not even a copper was missing.

It seemed that yesterday's episode was nothing, and He Lingchuan and others were relieved and continued on their way.

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After walking on Hongya Road for two days, He Lingchuan returned to Heishui City.

With the cooperation of the government, Hu Qin checked the real account books of Hongya Road over the years and expressed rare satisfaction.

They were not used to the desert climate in Yuanxi, and their noses were bleeding and their faces were exposed after just a few days here. Therefore, after obtaining He Lingchuan's consent, Hu Qin and other three commissioners took the lead and set off back to Rongshan.

Their mission was completed and it was time to go back. Those who continued to stay with He Lingchuan were the fifteen Rongshan disciples assigned to him by Elder Dao.

He Lingchuan gave them a farewell banquet and sent them to the east gate in person the next day, with all the etiquette and red envelopes.

Hu Qin is not an easy person to talk to, but during this long business trip, she got along well with He Lingchuan. Before leaving, he promised that whenever He Lingchuan needed help in the future, he would just write to him.

"With Mr. Hu's words, I feel relieved!" He Lingchuan wanted to form a good relationship with such a person.

He hesitated for a long time before sending Hu Qin and others away, then left Qiu Hu and others in the city, and went out to the west alone.

The destination is Baita Temple.

This temple is not big, with only four or five people stationed at the temple to pray, but the incense is quite prosperous, and there are always people coming in and out every few quarters of an hour.

He Lingchuan remembered that he had been here two or three times in total, and once hunted a hare in the back mountain.

I didn't expect that the original body's biological mother was buried here.

He Lingchuan originally didn't want to come because his biological mother had nothing to do with him as a time traveler. Let the past matter be in the past.

But there was a faint voice in his heart urging him to go.

He knew that this was the original desire.

Anyway, his affairs in Blackwater City were almost finished, so he still walked over.

There are many tombs in the back mountain.

The Great Shaman of Zhaomandu came to see it and found that the Feng Shui of Baita Mountain is good. With his certification, local wealthy families are willing to bury their deceased here, hoping to protect their descendants.

The cemetery is very clean, there are no weeds, and it is obviously taken care of by special personnel. There are also flowers and fruits placed in front of some monuments.

He Lingchuan searched for it piece by piece, and soon found the white stone tablet with "Lu Xiaoyun" engraved on it.

The location of this cemetery is very good, the monument is erected squarely, and the inscriptions are very new. It seems that someone just painted it not long ago.

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