When I left the Wanjian Gate, it was already a golden wuxi, the fire-like sunset spread all over the sky, and the faces of the pedestrians were also plated with golden light, looking quiet and peaceful.

If it weren't for the great flood, they wouldn't be scattered to the ends of the earth, but there is no if.

Shen Yuheng's veil was changed to a gauze hat, the clothes on his body were ordinary plain clothes, and the Qiankun bag was hung around his waist, because of the blockage of the veil, the whole person looked mysterious and elegant.

"The direction that the man went to back then should have been the east, and they were grabbing the light, probably for that thing." Shen Yuheng muttered to himself.

As her cultivation came up day by day, she also knew a lot about the secrets of the Shen family. The inheritance of the Shen family is engraved in the bloodline, and as the cultivation grows day by day, there will be more and more understanding of the Shen family.

Shen Yuheng walked on the wasteland, and every step could leave a deep footprint.

This circle in the center of Ping'an Town is really desolate, and there are only two or three scattered families within a range of dozens of miles.

But the focus is on these two or three families, who survived the flood.

The wind in the wasteland was blowing coldly, and the gauze hat on Shen Yuheng's head was a little shaky, if it wasn't for the veil to block it, Shen Yuheng would definitely have to eat a face of sand!

Strange, why is there only a wonder of yellow sand in this area?

Shen Yuheng secretly wondered.

Although the weather is different, the hour is the same, and the red sun is slowly setting on the horizon, and it is magnificent.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Shen Yuheng's head suddenly popped up with these two lines of poetry.

Such a poem, such a scene, but also complement each other.

But Shen Yuheng didn't come here to chant poetry, she was here to find out if there was any news about her sister.

Shen Yuheng pushed open the door of the inn called Desert Lonely Smoke.

"Guest officer, are you sharpening or staying in the hotel?" The shopkeeper put the white towel on his shoulder and asked. Today, I really don't know which way the gods have manifested their spirits, and there are people in this ghost place, and since he remembers, the guests who received him can count them on one hand!

"Let's go to the room, and then have a pot of tea."

Shen Yuheng looked around, except for her, there was only a little girl who looked like twelve or thirteen years old and a young man dressed in black.

The little girl's appearance is exquisite, she is dressed in brocade, a ribbon is wrapped around her wrist, and her eyebrows are a little cinnabar, she is not very old, but her face is rare and charming, and there is a bit of childishness in her charm, such an excellent appearance can't help but make Shen Yuheng take a few more looks.

The young man in black had a terrible pale complexion, and his whole person was wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only a thin and excessively thin face.

It's very similar to Demon Cultivation.

Shen Yuheng just glanced at it twice, and didn't pay too much attention to it, there are also many demon cultivators in the Night Sect, as long as they are not real demons, and the cultivation method does not violate the harmony of heaven, and the demon cultivators are not shouted at by everyone.

Shen Yuheng stepped upstairs and didn't pay attention to the two people.

When I first met, she didn't know her, and she didn't know her.

"There are so many people here today, and my desert lonely smoke is a blessing!" The flower butterfly giggled twice, the handkerchief covering her lips trembled, and bursts of fragrant fragrance spread with her movements.

Ten years is enough for an immature child to grow into a delicate teenager, and it is enough for a young girl to have a woman's charm.

The girl sitting across from her took a sip of tea.

"You're still so boring, I just couldn't get used to seeing you look dead back then!" Hua Butterfly stretched out her plain hand and pointed at the girl who still lacked expression.

"It's only been ten years, and you and I are not all the way." The girl's voice was weak, but the hand holding the teacup was even harder, and the joints were a little white.

Ten years, she can't forget the humiliation of that day!

Flower Butterfly giggled, noncommittal.

They have never been all the way, they have been since they met. Of course, if she could do it all over again, she would still choose to trample the dignity of the arrogant Miss Shen under her feet that day.

In ten years, the beggar who was bullied became an immortal admired by everyone, but the brutal and domineering girl guarded the lonely desert and was lonely.

Flower Butterfly poured herself a cup of tea and took a small sip.

"Aren't you curious about what happened after you left here?"

The flower butterfly is not the flower butterfly of ten years ago, so she can face Shen Yuheng calmly, and she can also do the most ferocious thing with the most beautiful posture.

"Your tea here is good tea." Shen Yuheng put down the teacup. And did not answer the words of the flower butterfly.

When the flood struck, they were displaced, and then several people were separated, and they were never heard from again. And she has never gone down the mountain since she entered the Wanjian Gate, and she doesn't know how Ping'an Town has changed over the years.

"Giggles, entertaining old friends, naturally you have to use good tea, but now I'm afraid you don't like this tea." The flower butterfly took a sip and smiled smartly.

The years have not made her old, but she has added a bit of maturity to her already beautiful face, she is a blooming rose when she is young, and now she is a cup of flower tea.

"Speaking of which, those demon people have come a few more times, and the old people in this Ping'an Town are almost dead, and I don't even have anyone who can talk about the past, it's really lonely." Hua Butterfly sighed, and then saw Shen Yuheng's face change as she wished.

"Don't believe it, now the so-called old people have survived under the desperate protection of their parents." Flower Butterfly took another sip of tea.

The subtext is, if you want to inquire about what happened ten years ago, no one can help you except Miss Ben!

Shen Yuheng sighed, how could she not hear the meaning of the flower butterfly?

"Say what you want."

"Miss Shen is really refreshing, Butterfly is just an ignorant woman, and what you ask for is naturally something that Miss Shen can do with your fingers."

"Fifty miles east of the desert is the center of Ping'an Town, as long as you take that herb for me, the butterfly will naturally know everything, and the words are endless."

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It's still yellow sand, and it's still a vast desert.

Fifty miles is just a few breaths for Shen Yuheng.

Xiao Lian Sword was in her left hand, and one of the pair of hairpins was taken down by her, and she used it as a dagger in her right hand, and the nine-turn silver ring under her feet was also soaked in spiritual power.

Zhuge is only cautious in his life, and Shen Yuheng must be fully prepared.

The center of Ping'an Town is a dilapidated building, a half-cut wall, a wall that falls down when touched, and a crumbling wooden door when touched.

Estimate which courtyard of a rich family.

"Crunch." The old wooden door was pushed open, and a dull cry came out.

Shen Yuheng dusted off the sawdust on his body.

This is an ancestral hall, the tablet of worship is crooked, because there is no one all year round, a thick layer of ash has accumulated on the futon, the candles in the candlesticks on both sides have long been burned out, the rosary rolls to the ground, and if you don't pay attention, you may fall because you step on the rosary.

The herb that the flower butterfly said is in the center of the altar.

"Forget the worries?" Shen Yuheng was a little surprised.

Her complexion couldn't help but be a little strange.

Flower butterfly is a mortal, what do you want to forget about the grass? The Forgetfulness Grass is the raw material for refining the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, and apart from this effect, it is no different from the wild grass on the side of the road.

"No matter, take it first." Shen Yuheng sighed, took out a jade box with his backhand, and prepared to put away the Forget Worry Grass.

But suddenly, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and countless ashes fell, staining Shen Yuheng's body, Shen Yuheng pinched the trick but found that this place was very strange, and her spiritual power played less than half of the role!

Shen Yuheng's heart tightened, he didn't dare to slack off, and desperately urged the Nine Turns Silver Ring, and finally came out of the dilapidated building.

The dilapidated buildings had been reduced to a pile of ruins, but the shaking of the earth had not stopped, and even the roars of wild beasts came to her ears one after another.

Shen Yuheng smiled helplessly, she seemed to understand what the flower butterfly's strange smile was for.