The withered branches that were like dragons gradually changed in Li Luo's eyes, one branch and one leaf, slowly connected together, as if they came to life in the blink of an eye, becoming more and more familiar to Li Luo. At this moment, in Li Luo's eyes, there was a black snake dancing with dragons and phoenixes on this half-dead poplar tree, rugged and coiled, extremely similar to the snake-shaped strange patterns on Ming Hong's madness in Li Luo's palm.

Li Luo's eyes stared slightly, staring intently at these poplar dead branches. It must be a coincidence that the withered branches turned into a serpentine shape, and it can't be faked, but I don't know if what Mo Qing was standing under the tree to watch that day was what Li Luo was looking at at this moment. Maybe Mo Qing was just in a daze, or thinking about how to calculate Li Luo, and he didn't pay attention to this naturally formed snake-shaped strange pattern.

This pattern is like a ghost, always inadvertently appearing in Li Luo's sight, and the bow and arrow used by the soldiers of the Caohai tribe that I don't know at the moment, there is also a similar but much simpler serpentine mark on the arrow feathers, what does this pattern represent, or nothing, Li is inconclusive, and it will take some time to see the clues.

Li Luo retracted his gaze and looked back at the situation in the courtyard.

The traces of that night's battle were almost invisible due to the wind and sand of the following months, and now all that remains in Xiutong City is an ordinary dilapidated courtyard. A few years later, if anyone comes again, I am afraid no one will guess that there was a beautiful woman in the fallen city who stayed here on the shore of Songhai and the companion of flowing flowers.

The door was locked, and Li Luoyun broke the latch and walked into the room. The dust in the yard had fallen to the ground, but the dust in the house was still floating, making people's noses itchy and making them want to sneeze.

The ground was covered with dust, about an inch thick. The tables and chairs in the house were still there, and the teacups and teapots were still there, as if they still had the appearance of the people who lived here when they left, but they were all covered with dust, and no one had cleaned them for several days.

Li Luo looked at the tables and chairs in the room, and suddenly depicted a quiet picture of a beautiful woman stroking the qin in his mind, listening to the qin and knowing his heart, this kind of piano art may be written in the song of Songhai, raising his eyebrows Ling Zhongqing, smiling and looking at the clouds; Collect the piano and quiet small building, listening to the appearance of returning to the sun. It's just that why such a woman is involved in this dispute, voluntarily or forced, Li Luo doesn't know, but as long as Mo Qing is still alive, one day the two will meet again, maybe you can ask.

The Privy Council of Su Xiaolou on the shore of Songhai has already sent people to keep an eye on it, but since Xiu Tong said goodbye, Mo Qing seems to have disappeared from the world, no one has seen her again, and she has not returned to Su Xiaolou.

Li Luo raised his eyebrows, and gently brushed away the dust on the table, there were words under the dust, and I don't know who carved a hate word on the corner of the table with a knife.

The words are small, but they are deep in the wood, and there are some signs of trembling when they are outlined. The person who carved this word must have been very agitated and angry at that moment, and only by means of engraving could he relieve the hatred in his heart.

This word must have been engraved on it by Mo Qing or someone who lived here after her, but Li Luo felt that this word was engraved by Mo Qing.

Li Luo frowned, with such hatred, Lan Xiaohe and Li Luo have a grudge against killing their brothers, maybe Mo Qing wants to avenge his maid. There is also Mo Qing's bent on learning gambling, and the determination and righteousness in his expression must be hidden behind a lot of stories.

Li Luo shook his head, put these thoughts away, wiped the hatred word with dust, and turned around and left the room. As for the house that was ambushed that day, Li Luo did not go again, and this courtyard should be sealed into the past like this dust.

Li Luo returned to the Shaolai Building, and the grain and grass were almost gathered, which was enough for the soldiers to spend more than half a month. Seeing Li Luo coming back, Yuan Jun stepped forward and took out an object from his arms, and said with a solemn expression: "General, please look at this thing." ”

Li Luo received it in his hand, and it was light and thin, it was something like brocade silk, and after it was unfolded, it was a map. Xiutong City is also in this map, in addition to Daganbei Mansion, many territories north of Xiutong City have also been marked.

This is a map centered on Xiutong City, covering the territory of Daganbei and part of the Caohai Territory, although it is a little rough, but it is better than the headless rampage of the Northern Expeditionary Army. The value of this map is far higher than the grain and grass in front of the building.

"Where did you get that?"

"He sent it." Yuan Jun motioned to a middle-aged man standing not far away, "He claims to be the shopkeeper of Shaolailou." ”

"Something?"

"Yes, he asked the general to open the net and spare the lives of the people in the city."

Li Luo's expression remained unchanged, and he quietly glanced at this respectful and somewhat wooden shopkeeper. Such an alternative Shaolailou can stand in Mobei, and the power behind it must not be underestimated.

"General, do you want to see him?"

Li Luo thought for a while and said, "No need, he's just a messenger to tell him that the people in the city don't have to worry about their lives for the time being." ”

"The last will obey." Yuan Jun hugged his fists and saluted, and went over to say a few words to the shopkeeper who came to the building. The middle-aged man saluted again and again, very grateful, and turned his head to look at Li Luo, but Li Luo turned his gaze away, as if he didn't notice some eager eyes from the middle-aged man.

The grain and grass were ready, and the generals packed up and left Xiutong City. Li Luo kept his promise and did not kill another person. The corpses of those Luoyun soldiers Li Luo did not order his soldiers to bury them, so they were thrown in front of Shaolai Building, maybe it was a demonstration, maybe he was just too lazy to dig a dirt pit.

The generals took away several civilians who knew the path of the sea of grass from Xiutong City, half of them were coercion, half of them were temptations, and coincidentally, the quick knife Pang Xiang was also among them.

The soldiers are not in danger, these shows and the people are separated by the soldiers, and now they have to guard against it in Mobei, in case these guides have the heart of death, pointing to a fork in the road, then 40,000 soldiers are afraid that it will be very dangerous.

confirmed the guidance of Xiutong people, coupled with the map in his hand, the sea of grass was in front of the Northern Expedition army.

The yellow sand is everywhere, and this is seven days later.

This land is barren with nothing, few trees, and very little grass, but even so, there are still animals and birds living tenaciously in this desolate Gobi Desert.

The Northern Expedition army once passed through a sea of white sand, which was really a dead place, with nothing but sand and stones, not to mention trees, not even grass roots.

There is a name for that sand sea called the White Salt Sea, and Li Luo remembers that someone said that Mobei Tangji can squeeze out two taels of oil in the White Salt Sea. After seeing the White Salt Sea, Li Luo could probably guess the means of doing business in Tangji. Tangi is not only a businessman, but also a gambler, betting on Li to die and die a great will.

After seven days, the Gobi Desert gradually became less barren.