Great Xia calendar, 40,000 and 12 years.

This huge empire, under the leadership of the Supreme Emperor, has gone through 40,000 years, and it is still functioning normally, as if it is as solid as a rock and unbreakable.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the scenery is chic.

The white brocade and green dragon flags representing the Great Xia Empire fluttered in the wind and stood tall.

Yangcheng, the capital, is a city that encompasses the essence of the world's civilization and has the potential to become a "fairy city on earth".

Now is the era of the largest number of human races, more than one billion people live in the Central Plains, free from the poison of war, and can live and work in peace and contentment.

Compared with the chaotic times of a hundred years, today is naturally an out-and-out prosperous era.

However, no one thought that this had actually reached the end of the prosperous era.

In just two years, this great empire will collapse with a bang, and it will be annihilated in the long river of history at a speed that everyone is caught off guard.

No one can give an answer as to what exactly happened in it.

Those who know the truth are basically wiped out along with the capital Yangcheng......

Northwest Desert, Anxi City.

The streets and alleys are dotted with houses, and the streets are full of people coming and going, rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders, noisy and noisy.

The streets are filled with small stalls, enthusiastically selling all kinds of snacks, cloths, rouge gouache......

There are also those who peddle cultivation cheats, shouting hard:

"The peerless secret method, only sold for one day, passed on by His Holiness himself, strongly recommended by the King of Heaven!"

Then he waved a yellowed paper booklet and showed the title of the book on the cover to passers-by:

"Heavenly Jedi Demon Soul Exterminator Dafa"

"The Supreme Emperor Descends the Dragon"

Yin and Yang Joy Sutra

……

Song Yun opened his eyes and saw this scene, almost thinking that he had crossed the wrong place.

Anxi, a place where birds don't, no matter what era it is, it is desolate, can there still be such a prosperous scene?

Moreover, he suddenly appeared on the crowded street.

The appearance of a large living person out of thin air is supposed to cause a commotion.

But the people passing by just looked at it with curiosity, and did not make any panic.

There was even a little girl biting a sugar gourd, pointing at Song Yun, and said in a milky voice:

"Mother, someone is playing tricks!"

"What kind of trick is it, it's called Taoism." The mother on the side immediately corrected.

Song Yun lowered his head, smiled at the little girl, and then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

"People in this era seem to be familiar with Taoism, so it's no wonder I don't feel strange to see me."

Walking through the streets, such a lively and prosperous scene, Song Yun hadn't seen it for a long time, and walked three or five streets in the crowd, and then slowly got used to it.

"Is this the Great Xia Dynasty? No wonder Zeng Haoying When they talked about it, their tones were full of nostalgia, which was much better than a hundred years of troubled times. ”

The Northern Tang Dynasty, which Song Yun single-handedly supported, had some important cities in the territory, and he had also inspected them.

In terms of liveliness, none of them can compare to Anxi in the Great Xia era.

Moreover, Anxi is still a lonely desert, not as good as those big cities in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and even less than the capital Yangcheng.

This shows how prosperous Daxia is.

"How did you manage Anzay like this?" Song Yun looked at the rows of street shops, and his heart was curious.

Anxi's resource endowment is placed here, and the environment is harsh, so it stands to reason that it cannot support so many people.

Looking at it like this, the people have been living here for more than a year or two, and it doesn't look like a conspiracy of the Ghost Killing Sect.

"Let's see."

Song Yun was not in a hurry, the advance of this crossing was very large, and it was two years before the fall of Great Xia.

He had plenty of time to get to know these strange times, and maybe he could make some arrangements.

It's not enough to just see, it's better to ask someone.

But everything in the Great Xia Dynasty is unfamiliar to him, there are too many things to know, so he can't catch someone on the street and ask questions all day, right?

Song Yun had already hidden his cultivation, did not hypnotize ordinary people, and still kept a low profile.

He could feel that an invisible web of divine thoughts had fallen, covering the entire city of Anxi.

Similar to the [Anzai Live Map], it is a powerful monitoring spell.

This method is naturally only possible for ghosts and immortals.

The situation is unknown, and Song Yun does not plan to alarm this ghost immortal.

After another half an hour, he took a rough look at all the market shops in the city.

It can be inferred that there is a relatively complete agriculture and handicraft industry in the city of Anxi, and a large number of goods are produced and sold locally, not from outside the desert.

It's amazing how much productivity can be created in a barren desert.

Song Yun was looking for someone to ask how these melons, fruits and grains were grown.

Unexpectedly, someone outside suddenly shouted:

"It's going to rain! It's going to rain! ”

When some people heard this, they immediately went under the eaves next to them.

This behavior was ridiculed by others:

"The government has already issued a notice, can you forget this?"

Most of them unhurriedly took out the oil-paper umbrellas, opened them in advance, and blocked them.

Song Yun raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky suspiciously.

The air in the desert is still quite dry, most of the time cloudless and the sun is shining.

Now the same is true, there is no cumulonimbus cloud to be seen, and there is no possibility of rain in this weather.

But looking at the determined expressions of the people around them, everyone seemed to be convinced that it was about to rain.

"Wait."

Song Yun waited quietly for a while, and then heard cheers in the distance.

Looking up, I saw a blue figure in the southern sky breaking through the clouds and flying towards me.

A giant water dragon that covers the sky and the sun!

The water dragon soared into the air and hung above Anzai, letting out a long, high-pitched groan.

Immediately, the dragon's body suddenly dispersed, turning into ten thousand raindrops, splashing down, enveloping the whole city.

Song Yun reached out to catch a few drops of rain and kneaded them gently.

Water is just ordinary river water, and there is nothing special about it.

The water dragon is naturally not a real life, but a condensed by a master of Taoism!

"This ...... Artificial rainfall? ”

Cast a spell to divert water from a river hundreds of miles away, condense into a water dragon and fly to Anxi, where it will be scattered into rain.

This is the first time Song Yun has seen this kind of operation.

It's not how difficult it is to say the law, it's a matter of Dao cultivators.

In the chaotic times of a hundred years, the number of Dao cultivators was very rare, and there were far fewer martial artists.

Those who can cultivate to a certain level are all high-level in the major forces, and they are only sent into battle at critical times, and it is impossible to do all tasks.

And looking at the scale of this water dragon in the air, it can be condensed, and the realm of the caster at least has an possession realm, and it may even be a ghost immortal.

Ghost fairy shot rain?

In troubled times, every ghost and immortal is a fragrant bait, and they are all high and venerable.

You are a venerable person, respected in the world, enjoy glory and wealth, and worry about national affairs.

How could it be possible to care about the rain in a desert city?

"It's kind of interesting." Song Yun looked up at the rain and smiled slightly.