When a few people finally saw the white stone door that Lin Yao had mentioned, after a night of endless travel, the sky had begun to whiten.

"I was really found again." Lin Yao looked at the ancient city that suddenly appeared in front of him, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment, and he was really able to follow the path he left and find this place again.

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Master Lin." Hua Wuliang held his back a little sore, and sure enough, when he got older, he was prone to back pain.

"Where is the flower doctor, helping others is the first rule of our canon!"

This day Yao religion is really different from folklore. Rong Nanfeng walked at the end of the line, holding his chest and thinking.

When Chu Huai was squatting in the yard and drying herbs seriously, he always felt that someone was tinkering with his yard door, but he just glanced in the direction of the gate, and then continued to bow his head and didn't want to pay attention.

"Eun Gong!"

Chu Huai raised his head, and there was no one around. I'm ...... Auditory hallucinations?

Let's continue to give the herbs and turn it over.

It's just that it didn't take long for the light in front of Chu Huai to be blocked.

"Don't step on my babes." Chu Huai patted the foot in front of him, but soon, he sensed that something was wrong.

Am I not living alone? Whose foot does it belong to? Who broke into my house?

Chu Huai raised his head suddenly, his hanging heart fell after seeing Lin Yao's face clearly, and at the same time, his expression also turned cold.

"What are you going to do?" Almost, almost the image of my iceberg.

Chu Huai stood up, holding a basket of herbs woven from bamboo strips, and swayed towards the house.

"Brother Tai, what's wrong with your feet?"

Chu Huai looked at Hua Wuforgiving, who was standing behind Lin Yao, and then looked at his feet: "Squatting numb." ”

"That's it......" Hua Wuliang shook his fan and thought for a moment.

Chu Huai no longer paid attention to these people, and went into the house to tidy up the medicine cabinet by himself.

Hua Wuliang leaned against the window with his chest crossed, and looked at Chu Huai quietly.

"Sell sugar gourds."

"Rouge gouache took a look."

The streets of Loulan are very lively, which is very different from the depression of Shahe Town.

Obviously located in the center of the desert, but there is no yellow sand in sight, a river crosses the entire ancient city from south to north, and the canopy boat sways and sails out of the bridge.

The buildings on both sides of the river bank are not at all like the unique style of the northwest, but are similar to the black tiles and white walls of the bluestone alleys in the south of the Yangtze River.

"If I hadn't been here, I wouldn't have believed it was a town in the middle of the desert." Xia Yuan held a sugar gourd in one hand and apple candy in the other, looking at the surrounding buildings curiously.

"I really want to thank Master for being willing to bring us here." Wen Mu looked at Xia Yuan's curious way around, and really felt a little cute.

"Wow, Miss Wen, look, it's Qinglou." Xia Yuan pointed not far away.

At the top of the vermilion gate hangs a black gold-edged nanmu plaque, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances with the words "Feng Yage".

The drunken gentleman staggered out of the vermilion lacquer door, beside him a young girl with a soft waist and creamy skin.

"Childe, slow down."

The old bustard, dressed up in a fancy fashion and with a somewhat bloated figure, stood aside, half-covering his obviously excessively white face with the round fan in his hand, and smiled so much that he could barely see it: "Childe often comes." ”

"What? Do you want to go? Wen Mu saw that Xia Yuan could see it, and quipped with some dissatisfaction.

"How is it possible, I only have Miss Wen alone in my heart." Xia Yuan saw that Wen Mu's expression was a little relaxed, and couldn't help but want to tease her.

"Poor." The corners of Wen Muan's mouth curled into an almost imperceptible arc.

The sky, which had been a leisurely sky with white clouds, suddenly seemed to be dyed with dark clouds, and it was pressed down.

Drop by drop, the rain hit the river more and more, drenching the hair of the pedestrians, and also wetting the herbs that Chu Huai had just dried in the yard.

"The medicine I just dried ......" Chu Huai pulled the door frame, looking at the herbs in the yard that were beaten crooked by the heavy rain, and was very distressed.