The only thing that deserves the attention of the world in this Western Regions is its geographical location, if it is not a necessary place to connect East and West, maybe no one wants to stay here.

Yang Yi spread his hands, gently stepped on the yellow sand on the ground with his feet, and said with a smile: "Wealth may not be on the ground, nor can it be seen with the naked eye, it may be under our feet..."

"Under the feet?" Nimuke glanced at the yellow sand under Yang Yi's feet suspiciously, and suddenly frowned: "Stealing the tombs of the sages will be burned at the stake in any country in the Western Regions." ”

Obviously, Nimuk thought that Yang Yi was talking about the ancient tomb of the Western Regions buried in the sand dunes.

Yang Yi waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, no, tomb robbery will break Yangshou, I am a life-sparing person, of course I won't do that kind of thing, I said oil, natural gas or some minerals." ”

"Oil? Natural gas? Haven't heard of it. Nimuk shook his head.

Yang Yi smiled: "Of course you haven't heard of it, but in the long future, these things will be as precious as gold... No, it's more precious than gold. ”

In fact, there are very few wars in history because of gold, but there are many wars caused by oil, especially in modern times, oil is the main resource that various countries compete for.

Nimuk was stunned for a moment, and smiled, "I don't know what you're talking about, but you can tell from your words that it's another gift from the devil." ”

"I said, Heaven is fair." Yang Yi said helplessly.

Nimuk's eyes were a little foggy, and he looked at the night sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Probably feeling that what he said made the foreign young man in front of him fall into confusion and confusion, Yang Yi thought for a while and said: "The Western Regions is a pure land. ”

In the middle of the sound, Nimuk, who was staring at the night sky, said slowly: "The land is always clean, and it is only the human heart that is dirty. ”

Yang Yi sighed softly and did not continue to speak, leaning sideways on the sand, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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The sky was as clear as ever over the desert of the Western Regions, but thousands of miles away in Gyeongju ushered in the first rainstorm of summer.

The wind was howling, the rain was raging, and the sound of the rain crashing against everything drowned out all the sounds on the earth.

The galloping horse's hooves struck the rain hard, and the splash was as high as a man, but even so, the man of the horse did not slow down, but leaned as far as he could on the horse's back.

The fast horse soon came to the gate of a military camp, and the man who commanded the horse grabbed the horse under his crotch so hard that the horse was in pain and let out a high-pitched neighing sound.

"Chengzhou Mansion is urgent, open the door quickly!" The man of the horse shouted loudly above the gate.

Soon, the gate of the village slowly opened, and an officer led several sergeants out with a grim face.

When the officer came to the horse, the man on the horse took a piece of the letter from his bosom and threw it over.

The officer took the order letter and examined it repeatedly by the light emitted from the puddle on the ground, then nodded to the man on the horse, turned back and shouted towards the gate, "Open the door!" ”

When the horseman saw the gate open, he immediately galloped in.

The officer and several soldiers glanced coldly at the dark surroundings, and found nothing to do, so they retreated into the military village, and the gate of the village slowly closed again.

The man on horseback rushed into the barracks, came directly to the tent of the Chinese army, turned over and dismounted sensitively, handed over the reins of the horse to the soldiers who came up to meet him, and then quickly rushed into the tent of the Chinese army.

The curtain tent was opened, and it was a little warmer than the outside, and in the middle there was a small fire, and in front of the fire there was a table, in front of which sat a young man dressed in Confucian clothes, and on the left side of the tent there were several stools, on which also sat a general in armor.

The soldier only glanced up at the two of them slightly, and then quickly knelt down in front of the tent and bowed: "Chengzhou Mansion is urgent." ”

The general in armor got up and stepped forward in two steps, took the bamboo tube sealed with fire paint from the soldier's hand, opened it in three or two times, took out the letter inside, and turned to hand it to the young man.

The young man stood up, took the letter, unfolded it lightly, glanced at it, and smiled.

"How?" Seeing his appearance, the general on the side hurriedly asked.

The young man did not answer, but casually gave the letter to the general, who hesitated and looked down.

"It's business as usual...", the general frowned and read out the words on the letter, yes, only these four words.

"What does that mean?" The general wondered.

The young man nodded his finger: "Look at the signature." ”

Hearing this, the general looked at the bottom of the letter and said in surprise: "The princess and the prince? ”

The general closed the letter, looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously, and said, "Strategist, what does this mean?" ”

The young man in the Confucian shirt is naturally the descendant of Guigu, and now Lu Yuanliang is second only to Yang Yi in Shuzhong, and the general next to him is in command of nearly 100,000 troops on the western front of Shu.

Lu Yuanliang walked to the stove and opened his hand to accept the warmth transmitted by the flames.

Hong Zhi was a little anxious, and took a step forward and said, "Half a month ago, the tribal vanguard army of Kuohetai had reached the edge of the Sea of Death Desert, and it is likely that they were already galloping in the desert at this time. ”

Lu Yuanliang flipped his palms and said with a smile: "The vanguard army of the fierce Di people is equipped with two good horses each, if they keep traveling day and night, they are already less than five hundred miles away from the ancient country of Gumo at this time. ”

Hong Zhi frowned, and said a little anxiously: "If the fierce Di people are allowed to capture Gumo, then they will have a springboard, and they can use Gumo as a stronghold to attack the countries of the Western Regions at any time, and we will not be able to defend at all at that time." ”

Lu Yuanliang flipped his palm again, and suddenly asked, "Do you think the nine nerds are dead?" ”

"No, I've never thought about it." Hong Zhi replied without hesitation.

These days, everyone is searching for Yang Yi's whereabouts, and no one is not anxious, but no one has thought about whether Yang Yi will really be dead, or rather, in everyone's hearts, it seems that Yang Yi is still there and has always been there.

This is a very strange feeling, whether it is history or the present, once any country or force loses its monarch, it is definitely a catastrophe, which is actually the most obvious shortcoming of the monarchical feudal system, which will rise and fall because of one person.

For example, the Tongzhou Mansion in Shuzhong has just been conquered, before this, although the Tongzhou governed by Huachang was not a strong prince, it was a very difficult thing for either party to take it into its pocket, and the price to pay was not very affordable.

However, once Hua Chang died, in less than half a year, Shuzhong almost bloodlessly captured the entire Tongzhou, which was surprising but common sense.

The forces in Shuzhong are obviously several times larger than those in the same state, and if you look at historical evolution, Yang Yi's disappearance will undoubtedly bring unprecedented disasters to the entire Shuzhong forces.

What is surprising is that such a thing did not happen, whether it is the army, the government or the people, everything is as usual, and even the development of many places has not stagnated but is more rapid.

If this had happened elsewhere, many would have thought that the monarch was a loser who had not made a substantial contribution to the territory under his control, resulting in the monarch becoming dispensable.

But if this theory is put on Shuzhong or Yang Yi, it will be a joke, even the three-year-old children in Shuzhong know that their Royal Highness the King of Shu is a virtuous king with lofty ambitions, without Yang Yi, there would be no Shuzhong today.

Yang Yi brought not only prosperity to Shuzhong, but also a sense of pride that everyone will never forget, no matter where the people here go, they can proudly say to others: I am a person from Daguang Shu, we have a king of Shu!