Metaha smiled lonely, and Hu Xianxian smiled brightly. She was thinking, fortunately, he didn't stalk him, and he didn't get angry and angry.

She raised the wine jug in her hand and said proudly: "From now on, we will treat each other with all sincerity, share blessings and difficulties." On the trade road from the Central Plains to Tianfang, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can come to me. With me covering you, you can walk sideways! ”

The people in the Metaha caravan shouted happily: "Okay, I will not be afraid of any sand bandits in the future......

Leng Qiulang, Manasha, and Gao Youde, who knew Mataha's true feelings, could only laugh along, and couldn't say words of comfort, only looked at Metaha with sympathetic eyes.

Mataha looked at the bamboo dragonflies that were still flying in the sky, and whispered, "Thank you, Xianxian. If you're tired, you're always welcome to stay here. ”

Hu Xianxian nodded solemnly and squinted slightly at the empty sun. The wind and the sun were beautiful, and the bright sun sprinkled all over her body, and she smiled back at Metaha, brighter than the sun.

She walked over to Manatha and sat down next to them to continue tasting food and chatting about family food.

Metaha also walked over, he was a cheerful and well-read man, he thought of a friendly alliance as a friendly alliance, at least there was such a reason to approach her openly and care for her.

As the sun sets, people packing up their belongings and heading back to the city. After entering the city, Hu Xianxian said goodbye to them, saying that he wanted to go shopping alone.

She walked alone on the bustling street, and she had become familiar with the hustle and bustle of the place for months, and she was a little reluctant to leave.

Take a walk around the streets, listen to the sounds of multilingual hawkers, see the multi-style streets, and try the snacks from all over the world.

Finally, I returned to the bell tower where I had lived for a few months, caressed the big bronze bell, and said, "Farewell, take care." He rode the magpie and flew northwest.

The place she was going to was a small town about five hundred miles away from the border city, and that town was called Zhaosu Town, which was the closest town to Lingshan.

The interruption of the flow of the river that flows through the city of sand has nothing to do with the blockade of Zacuo. Leng Qiulang came to the vicinity of Lingshan to prepare for floods, and Hu Xianxian also had an intuition that there would be floods in this area.

She didn't say goodbye, because she didn't want to have any entanglements with her acquaintances in the border city, and it was also because of the incident that Zacuo cast a shadow in her heart. She didn't know what the consequences of that shadow would bring her, so for the time being, she could only follow what she felt in her heart, step by step.

Leng Qiulang's focus on flood prevention is the big river Yihe, and Hu Xianxian came here because she paid attention to the two small rivers of Jinhe and Qinghe.

In fact, the Jin River and the Qing River can only be regarded as small streams here, and they flow in different directions, and they have to go more than 300 miles away to be regarded as rivers.

Hu Xianxian paid special attention to this place, just because the two rivers here once converged in the city of sand to form a big river, the big river was broken, and the source stream was still unbroken. However, the course of the river has changed, and instead of confluence, it has become a small river.

She arrived here on the night of April 11, and did not enter the town to rest the shop, but settled on the cliff next to the town with Caique.

This Zhaosu town is surrounded by mountains, and the mountains are mostly barren grass and trees. It is only more than 500 miles away from the border city, but it is not as hot as the border city, it is very dry and cold.

Unlike the cold in the snow, it's dry cold here. It's early April, and it's still cold at night. Hu Xianxian and Caique are not afraid of the cold, but the dry wind makes them uncomfortable.

The wind was like robbing the body of all the water, blowing from morning to night, and only stopping in the middle of the night.

The magpie didn't like it very much, and the fine sand blown by the wind drilled through its feathers, and it was just shaken clean and full again.

There is a lot of fine sand here, but unlike the overwhelming yellow sand in the desert, it is slightly purple-black sand. On the slopes, crops were planted in the ravines, and it seemed that the harvest was good.

When Hu Xianxian had nothing to do, he dug open the mountain rock and saw that there was wet soil under the rock layer. She speculated that it should be that after the snow water melted in Lingshan, it slowly soaked into the groundwater and continued to seep far away.

On the morning of April 12, Caique was facing the east to absorb the breath of the rising sun, and suddenly jumped up and shook his whole body uncomfortably.

Hu Xianxian's perception was that its feathers had a feeling of wetness, and its wings and claws were also soft and greasy.

Puzzled, she flipped through its feathers in her arms, and looked at her wingpaws, which she thought was sick.

Upon closer inspection, there was no abnormality, and the magpie pointed with the tip of its wings to the place where it had squatted earlier. Hu Xianxian brushed away the leaves and looked there, and saw that the soil was much wetter, stained with colorful magpie feathers. The discomfort of the wings and claws of the magpie is due to a feeling of stuffiness.

Hu Xianxian himself gradually felt as if there was something pressing on his lungs, and his breathing was heavy.

She and Caique are more sensitive than normal people, and can detect that this is a sign of an impending rainstorm.

Hu Xianxian's sense of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and she asked Caique to carry her around and pay attention to wherever there were rivers and valleys.

The rivers in the surrounding area are small, the valleys are mostly dry and have no springs, and there are many dry seasons here, unlike the drainage canals in her hometown of Lingzhou.

She imagined that if the rainstorm suddenly came, the town of Zhaosu, surrounded by mountains, would become a "mud bucket". If the flash flood carries down the sediment, the entire town of Zhaosu will be buried, and how can the people in the "mud bucket" still have a way to live?

Thinking of this, she flew to the town and asked the gentry to persuade them to move away from the people.

There are about 20,000 people in this town and scattered villages around it, this place is remote, not as densely populated as the hinterland of the Central Plains, and more than 20,000 people live in the mountain col, which is nearly 60 miles wide.

The gentry who were willing to listen to Hu Xianxian's persuasion said that many of these people were unwilling to move. There are still many people who live far from the town and can't tell them at all.

Hu Xianxian was anxious, but helpless. The next day, it rained heavily, and only about 200 people moved to a hilltop to Pingba in the east.

They were all sensible people, looking at the old garden under the mountain with sorrow on their faces from their tents.

Two hours after the rainstorm, the streets of the town began to struggle to drain. Rainwater poured into every house with mud and sand, and men, women and children panicked.

Hu Xianxian spread a foggy net in the rain, and he could take some away. Caique also carried two adults and picked up a child.

After she and Caique went back and forth a few times, a gentry who had been a small official in a border city and had returned to his hometown to retire eagerly grabbed her and told her not to save those people anymore.

Hu Xianxian looked at him suspiciously, he pointed in the direction of Lingshan and said: "There is always a time when the rain stops when it rains in the sky, if Lingshan is frozen and snowy, it is a mountain flood that cannot be stopped." We have always been dry and cold here, and it never rains heavily in April, and it must be like this because of the changes in Lingshan. ”

Ling Shan can also see a line of white edge in the sky, looking close, in fact, it is nearly five hundred miles away. Hu Xianxian was not sure if Ling Shan would have a change, and he didn't know why the old gentleman said this.

"Fairy Gu, let's find a way to save more people. I have checked the historical materials more than 100 years ago, and the city of sand and sand at the former site of the border city was first flooded, then sandstormed, and finally completely abandoned. ”

The old gentleman pushed the stunned Hu Xianxian and said loudly: "If you have Taoist skills, you should save all the people." If you don't stop a bigger disaster, don't say that a small Zhaosu Town, the people of Lingshan nearly a thousand miles will suffer! ”