Much worse than a wrong map is not having a map. Even if the map is wrong, it can do something right – eliminate internal friction and rebuild consensus.

This is Ning Xiao's comfort to himself when he finds that the map in his hand is wrong. Of course, her reassurance was well-founded. It stems from a true story in the history of the White Continent War.

Once, a small army of a few hundred men got lost in the mountains between countries R and D. Supplies are getting less and less. The commander also discovered that in the process of blindly finding the way, the troops were sinking deeper and deeper into the mountains. Needless to say, morale was low, and the mood of complaining and accusation was growing day by day, and the troops had even begun to split into several factions, ready to flee for their lives in the direction they had decided.

At this time, the commander knew very well in his heart that infighting and mutiny were imminent. But he didn't have any way, he was at a loss.

One day, they found a house at the foot of the mountain. However, when approaching the house, all the officers and men were disappointed - it turned out to be a house that had long been uninhabited, and there was no food to be found, except for some shabby furniture.

"Ahh Suddenly, a soldier shouted with joy. He found a yellowed, hand-drawn map in a broken cabinet. The map depicts mountain peaks and their names in Latin.

Unfortunately, none of the guys on this team had ever studied Latin.

When the officers circulated the map, they unanimously agreed that this was the topographical map of the area. As a result, all the people saw hope, and all kinds of strife suddenly subsided, and their morale was boosted.

The commander holds this map and dreams of leading the troops out of the valley of death. But to his distress, the map was too sketchy, the scale was very imprecise, and sometimes he would find that there was no way ahead when he marched in the direction the map pointed out.

However, after all, it is better than nothing. They are looking at the terrain and guessing at the map. Two days later, a large plain, with several villages faintly visible in the distance, was clearly presented in front of all the officers and soldiers.

Immediately, the team cheered. For they were saved, fleeing from the valley of death.

In this way, the commander has always treasured this map that has saved countless lives. Years later, he stumbled upon the map and told a friend of his about his escape from the Valley of Death.

So, the friend took the map and looked at it carefully. It was only then that the commander remembered that this friend of his was proficient in Latin.

However, after carefully reading the map, the friend shook his head and smiled meaningfully. He pointed to the line above the map, telling the Commander very clearly that it was a map of the southern mountains far from the Valley of Death.

The commander was stunned at first, then suddenly realized. The two looked at each other and smiled.

However, the wrong map in Ning Xiao's hand did not bring her such luck.

She walked in the desert, as if she were pacing on the bottom of a large iron pot that had been turned over, hard, gray, and hot. Between the gaps in the scorching sun, there was still a smell of burnt paste wafting from time to time, just like sticking sticks and pastry cakes to burn a fire, and rice porridge to burn a pot dry. This is really unbearable for Ning Xiao, who uses ice and snow as a tool.

The wind, too, seemed to be immersed in the gravelly crust, crackling and moaning softly, or brewing a ferocious sandstorm.

On the chaotic horizon, the occasional camel grass is like a patient with abdominal pain, curled up and withered, unable to move, as if recalling the days when he longed for sweetness, maybe just a memory, and it didn't matter if he longed.

A building, a stone city-like building unique to the Demon Realm, jumped in the heat radiation of the distant horizon. Suffice it to say, this building will overwhelm all passers-by who walk here. I don't know if it's the cheers of the building, or the cheers in my heart, "Bang...... Knock Knock...... "Dong ......" in his arms, under his feet, around his body, and then followed the direction of his gaze, stirring up a noise, until his gaze shriveled and dimmed like a dead leaf, and his hand had already pushed open the heavy stone door.

In this desert, it seems incredible. On the road for nearly a day, I didn't see any big stones, not even the size of an egg, and I guess they were all collected by the owner of this stone house. As for the scope of collection, I think there should be a radius of thousands of miles.

Before hitting the road, Ning Xiao had heard that there was an "Eleven" that was very reliable. said that he found "Eleven", even if he found a home, he could be full of sweet water. At the same time, the speaker's eyes were still shining. However, Ning Xiao didn't come back to the "eleventh" for half a day. If it were in the human world, she would definitely think that this had something to do with "National Day" and "Founding of the People's Republic of China". But in this demonic world, the devil knows what it has to do with it.

At this time, Ning Xiao suddenly understood that "ten" was a stone of stones, and "one" was her misunderstanding, it should be "Yi". Therefore, it is not "Eleven", but "Stone Station". As the name suggests, the stone post is a stone post station located in this desert with a radius of thousands of miles.

What Ning Xiao couldn't imagine was that the demon stationed in this desert post station turned out to be a woman. I saw a few strands of white hair hanging from her blue cloth turban, and her gray-brown face made the other party dare not guess below her young beauty. However, her steps are swift and sharp.

Follow her into the customer and take the burden of emptiness. The scenery in the room stunned Ning Xiao: a stone table, a stone bench, a stone bowl, and the stone bed was even covered with a straw mat, which was more than enough to sleep ten guys.

If he wasn't convinced that he was in the Demon Realm at the moment, Ning You would definitely think that he had returned to the cave mansion of the Immortal Cultivation Realm again, carrying out a new round of cultivation and ascension.

However, after a few minutes of stopping, I felt a little cool. This made Ning Xiao very comfortable. It's just that the female devil in front of her looks a little demented and numb.

Want to know if there are other guests in the stone inn? She shook her head.

Want to know where the boulder in the room with the bed comes from? She shook her head.

Want to know where a water spring or well is located? She finally stopped shaking her head and waved her hand at the back of the courtyard.

Passing through a cool stone passage, there is a dog barking, but it is weak but slow.

It is a large courtyard surrounded by bright and expansive stone walls. There was a well in the courtyard, and there was a large stone trough beside the well, so big that four people could lie side by side. The water in the trough was cool, and Ning Xiao hurriedly plunged into it, but he was afraid that he would dirty others, so he hurriedly sat on the edge of the pool, opened his mouth, and let the water flow slowly into his mouth, sweet and salty!

Seeing that the derrick is also stone, I think this post station is weird. Look at the corners of the wall, crawling full of climbing seedlings, and some inside, there are large fields of thick green peppers, with bright red one or two signs to ripen.

Ning Xiao stared at the sparkling ripples in the stone trough, and suddenly felt that this "stone post" could not be a mutation of the scenery of this well trough, it was actually a "stone yi". That way, it's more fun. What is extra is more of a delusional interpretation of the "Eleventh".

I wanted to ask the female devil, but she was cooking under the far wall, pinching off the melon seedlings and putting them on her arms. If there are too many, people will be hidden in the green.

In fact, it is not unreasonable to interpret in vain: you see, the stones in this stone house and stone wall are huge or small, and they are of different sizes, but they are all interdependent and inseparable, and they can be described as "like a stone and a strong stone". Here, there are also "Shi Yi" and "Shi Yi" to be released.

Actually, not really!

On the stone derrick more than one person high at the mouth of the well, there is a delicate and clear stone carved bird. This is a kind of bird that can only be found in the ancient secret books, shaped like a mandarin duck, named the crane, good at flying high, in ancient times, the bow of the river and lake will often draw this bird image, in order to show auspiciousness. There is an old poem as evidence: "The painting crane flows, and the green dragon comes to the garden".

Ning Xiao also saw these in the collection room of the temple after he became a god general. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to recognize it so easily now.

The desert wind is cold when it comes to the yard. But the stone house, but the small courtyard, I dare not imagine, this is in the desert where there is no home.

She came to draw water, and Ning Xiao smiled at her, thinking that water would make a smile brighter. She said that she knew who Ning Xiao was and where she was going. Next, she said that she and her husband came to this demon realm from the divine realm and lived in seclusion here. Unexpectedly, her deceased husband had just finished digging the sarcophagus and drank the first gushing well water, and he was distracted......

At this moment, the candlelight suddenly went out, and the rumbling of mountains outside the house seemed to be the passing of a million military vehicles. She said — it's a sandstorm.

In a very flat tone, she said that a sandstorm could sweep away everything here, but it could not shake her stone house.

So, in the dark atmosphere and the whining of the sandstorm, Ning Xiao had a thought: the end of life of all living beings should be a stone, not a piece of dirt. The living are constantly building the stones upward, like building a pyramid, the base of which is endlessly widened and enlarged, and the height is endlessly increased. The dead were turned to stone, and the living were moved to build up, and the dead lifted the living up. Slowly, the living and the dead all went to the same place......

In the early morning of the next day, Ning Xiao was about to say goodbye to Shiyi, farewell to the female devil, and was about to hit the road.

The path on the desert seems to be hidden and not very clear because of the small number of people walking. But in the clear desert, there are very few stones larger than a fist.

At this time, Ning Xiao knew very well that he would fall on the road ahead. She hoped that she would become a bigger rock by then. I hope that the next living person can build her under his feet......

The female devil sent Ning Xiao out of the stone house and on the road. The gray hair was neatly combed and braided into two small braids. Her countenance was relaxed and relaxed. She raised her thin hand as if to say, "Goodbye!"

Ning Xiao also smiled and raised his hand in response, and then stepped on the road. Ahead, the sun was rising, but she felt her heart slowly getting colder.