In the desert of the Western Regions, the wind and sand are spreading.

On this sand-swept Gobi Desert, the snow melts from the towering icebergs, creating an oasis with abundant water and plants.

Hundreds of homes live near this oasis, and above the oasis, a palace made of white stone stands out.

This is one of the important rudders of the Luo Sect in the Western Regions, called the Palace of Sorrow and Joy.

On this day, a vigorous dark gray harrier eagle hovered above the blue sky for a long time, and then fell directly into the palace and rested on the arm of an old man.

This old man has white hair and white hair, long eyebrows like snow, but his face is like a young man, and his whole face is as clear as jade, without a trace of wrinkles.

The old man took a few inches of bamboo from the harrier eagle's talons, and then opened the box beside him, only to see that there were dried beef and mutton jerky inside.

Seeing those jerky, the harrier eagle suddenly let out an excited and suppressed cry.

Only because of the bitter cold and desolation of the Western Regions, it is difficult for ordinary carrier pigeons to survive here, and only the harrier eagle can be used to communicate, and whether it is to feed the pigeons or the harrier eagle, they must be fed food immediately after completing the task, on the one hand, because they have been hungry for a long time, and on the other hand, because of the formation of a conditioned reflex, so that these harrier eagle pigeons, become willing to send letters.

Of course, if the harrier eagle and the pigeon do meet, then the carrier pigeons used by the hive will become the delicacy of these harrier eagles.

The old man easily threw three or four pieces of jerky into the air, and saw the harrier eagle also rise into the air, spurring left and right in the air, grasping the jerky one by one in the talons of the eagle, and then chirping excitedly at the old man, and then flapping his wings away—he wanted to find a quiet cliff, and then come and enjoy these delicious foods.

The old man pinched the bamboo tube with his hand, and the parchment paper in it suddenly fell down, and the old man stretched out his hand, and the parchment changed its momentum and flew into his hand.

The sad old man spread out the parchment in front of his eyes and looked at it, only to see that on the parchment, densely written with Western Regions characters, he saw from the beginning to the end, his face did not change, but with a slight force in his hand, the originally tough parchment instantly shrummed up, and finally turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

"Ningxia really deserves to be my good boy." The sad old man chuckled.

The laughter was hoarse, with a hint of anger.

Laughing like this, he stood up and gave him a light high-five.

In an instant, in the shadows of the palace, knelt down several warriors of the Western Regions in full armor.

"I'm going to go out." The sad old man said coldly.

"Dare to ask the master where he wants?" The samurai asked.

"Go to the helm first, and then go to the Central Plains." The old man of sorrow walked forward, past the kneeling samurai.

"You guys take care of your home here."

As the old man walked, the bones of his whole body began to rattle.

The gray hair also gradually turns black.

When he walked all the way out of the palace and walked under the scorching sun of the Western Regions, he saw that standing at the entrance of the palace was already a black-haired boy who looked no more than twenty years old.

"I can't even remember how long it took me to come out." The sad old man chuckled lowly, and he stretched out his hand to block the glare of the day, only to see that his complexion was as pale as paper, and his eyes were dark.

"It's been too long since I've walked out."

"I really thought that the name of my miserable old man was bragged by others for me."

Behind the sad old man, the door of the White Stone Palace slowly closed.

……

……

Outside the city of Songxian, the starlight is scattered.

Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian each rode a jujube red horse, which was the horse that was stored at the post station before, because of the foot given by the silver tael, so they didn't see each other for a few days, and they felt that the horses were actually pasted with a lot of fat.

And Huo Ying followed behind in white, and under his crotch was a white horse with a whole body like snow.

Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian didn't know where Huo Ying's horse came from, anyway, she was also brought out of the post station, and the post guard's gaze at Huo Ying was completely different from Sheng Junqian's Xue Ling.

But this is Huo Ying's private matter, and Xue Ling is not good at asking, after all, Huo Ying has already helped them a lot in this line.

In other words, without Huo Ying's help, the two of them would not be able to take away the immortal at all.

"Are you going to L.A. with us?" Xue Ling looked at Huo Ying and said.

"Can't you?" Huo Ying asked coldly.

"It could be, or it couldn't be better." Xue Ling said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that the girl will be inconvenient." ”

"There's nothing inconvenient, I'd love to see the patient who needs to grow old." Huo Ying looked at Xue Ling and said, "If it's convenient, take me for a ride." ”

Xue Ling nodded, and then looked at the county seat of Song County behind him and the mountains in the distance—because it was night, only the outlines of those mountains could be seen.

"Will you ever come back?" Xue Ling asked.

Huo Ying shook her head: "Of course not." ”

"And where are you going from now on?" Xue Ling asked again.

"Let's wait until we get to L.A. to make a decision." Huo Ying said softly.

"Anyway."

"I don't have a home for a long time."

Saying this, Huo Ying gently kicked the horse's belly, and the white horse took the lead on the road, walking in front of Sheng Junqian and Xue Ling.

Sheng Junqian and Xue Ling glanced at each other, and then also urged the horses to follow behind Huo Ying.

It's a long way.

Starry night.

……

……

Los Angeles, outside the door of the Sky Soul Inn.

The inn is still under maintenance, but work is coming to an end.

Across the door from the inn, the grocery store that used to be doing good business has now become a crowd.

It's not because the goods here are not complete enough, the prices are not cheap enough, and it is not because the hostess is not good-looking enough and does not smile sweetly.

It's just because next to the grocery store, there are a group of fierce people with swords and swords, how can ordinary people dare to go in to buy things in this kind of battle?

It's not easy not to pee your pants without being scared.

"So?" Shang Jiuge looked at the people in the rivers and lakes who were snooping in the distance: "The first two days were just the vanguard army? ”

"The army has just arrived?"

"I think so." Ning Xia nodded and said, "If it weren't for the fear of bad impact, it would be better to send Hei Wu out to drive people out at this time." ”

"Then it's not a question of bad influence, it's a matter of increasing the number of evils." Shang Jiu Ge sighed.

"But I have a question, why do they only dare to look? Don't dare to come? ”

"Didn't they come for me?"

"Why did you get there and still be cowering?"

"I think it should be because of Han Dong yesterday." Ningxia said.

"Han Dong?" Shang Jiuge was stunned: "What's the reason for him?" ”

"You think, Han Dong came to you to compete, right?" Ningxia said.

Shang Jiu Ge nodded: "Hmm." ”

"And now Han Dong is recuperating from his injuries in bed, right?" Ningxia said.

"But I didn't hit it!" Shang Jiuge was indignant.

Ningxia looked at the people in the rivers and lakes in front of him.

"But they don't know!"

"The hive didn't tell them that you didn't fight Han Dong."