"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river. That's what I'm talking about. The Gobi Desert is desolate, a round red sun slowly falls to the west, the twilight sunlight shines on a land, and the fading temperature seems to carry a thick tiredness.

On the endless desert, a caravan walked. This desert separates the Land of Light from Middle-earth in the Far West, and the barter between the two places is quite profitable. For example, the elixirs of Middle-earth, spiritual tea, silkworm silk, landscape poetry and canvas, etc., are all luxury goods for nobles in the Land of Light. The fur clothing, firearms, musical instruments, and bizarre inventions unique to the Land of Light are also first-class luxuries among the nobility of Middle-earth.

However, this desert is vast and boundless, and most of the caravans that dare to cross this desert to transport supplies back and forth are first-class heroes, and even monks accompany them. In such a harsh environment, many robbers survived around, just because the value of the caravan's materials was too valuable.

It takes three years for a caravan to make a round trip, and that's the distance between the two closest cities between the two countries. If these luxuries are sent to the nobles of Middle-earth, there will be more than ten years. The windfall profits of this trip are enough to keep a caravan alive for ten years.

The leader of the caravan was a rugged-looking man, but his eyes were shining. The name of the big Han is Meng Fu, and their Meng family has been doing this caravan trade for generations, and it is his turn to be the ninth generation. Meng Fu is forty years old, he has followed his father to run caravans since he was a child, and has experienced the cruelty and ruthlessness of the wind and sand, the life and death crisis of lack of water, the burning and looting of robbers, and his own brothers have all died in this desert.

It's just that he survived, and the pain and torture of the years did not make him mentally decadent, but made his eyes firmer, his temperament more stable, and his will stronger.

There was a thin master beside Meng Fu, his eyes were a little gloomy, and he said to Meng Fu with a little worry at this time: "Meng Ye, isn't it okay for us to bring these three people of unknown origin? These three people are dressed strangely, not like the people of Middle-earth, nor like the people of the Land of Light, and suddenly appear in this desert, it is really abnormal!"

Meng Fu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Walking the caravan for decades, I Meng Mou thinks that I will not look at the wrong person." Those two men and one woman are not ordinary people, and if we have this good karma, it should be beneficial and harmless. Look at the man with the beard, walking down this way, no matter how hot the sun is, I don't see him sweat or take a breath. And his body posture did not change in the slightest with every step he took, and even the distance between each step was fixed, this man was very respectable and terrifying. ”

Look at the woman again, although her appearance is covered with gauze, but looking at her figure, you know that this woman's appearance must be amazing. Look at the batch of horses she sat down on, tsk, I have walked between the two countries for decades, and I have never seen any kind of horse, but such a handsome mount has only been heard of in the mouth of the storyteller. ”

"The last ragged scholar was very strange, and the horse he rode was also the most ordinary jujube red horse, he was young but had no energy at all, his hair was gray, he looked sick, and he drank all day long, and he was the worst of the three. I just can't figure out how the two people in front of me could stay with such a down-and-out scholar. ”

Master nodded and said, "What Meng Ye said is right, that eight-character bearded monk should be their leader, we need to communicate with him well." The woman seemed to be very tall, and we couldn't talk. Not to mention that down-and-out scholar, who is half-drunk and half-awake all day, maybe he will be drunk to death one day!"

As soon as the words fell, a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the eight-character bearded monk, and he was about to do something, when he suddenly heard the masked woman say crisply: "Ye Yin, don't come nonsense!"

These three people are Yingtian, Ji Leer and Ye Yin.

Half a month ago, after the ascetic rescued Yingtian from the evil path, his expression suddenly changed greatly, and he exclaimed that there was a major change in the extreme north, so he hurried to the north. Before leaving, he gave Yingtian a thin, quaint and shabby booklet called "Immeasurable Zen Heart Sutra", which helped to restrain the erosion of the blood moon in his body. In addition, he also cautiously warned Yingtian to let go of that hateful obsession as soon as possible, if he couldn't let go for a long time, even if it was the Immeasurable Zen Heart Sutra, he would not be able to suppress the erosion of the evil power of the blood moon.

Ying Tian was grateful, and knelt down in the direction where the dervish disappeared.

Yingtian and Ji Leer explained a little about what had happened in the past few days, except for their frequent suicides, of course. When Ji Le'er heard that Qing'er was killed, she was also saddened. Ye Yin was even more guilty and blamed himself, after all, it was Yingtian who asked him to protect Qing'er, but he passed out early, dragging Yingtian and the others back.

However, Ji Leer also told Yingtian a good news, that is, Ji Hong and Ji Moyu are not dead. She had been hit one after another before, and after teleporting to this desert, she was chased by a Jindan monk, and after being seriously injured, she suddenly felt some vague words appear in her head. After Ji Le'er carefully comprehended those words, she actually sensed that her two imperial brothers were not dead, which also made Yingtian a lot happy.

Finally some good news!

The group rested in place for a few days, and the injuries gradually recovered. Ji Le'er herself has countless healing pills, and she recovers the fastest. Ye Yin's arm had already been connected, and with the help of Yingtian, the broken golden horn slowly grew.

That Jindan monk has a good strength, and he actually beat this mountain and sea desolate beast to be so seriously injured! It is also thanks to the teleportation magic power of Ji Shu, who escaped with Ji Le'er and the others as quickly as possible, otherwise Ji Le'er and Ye Yin's life and death would be unpredictable.

After a discussion, the three of them decided to leave the desert and return to Middle-earth. Ying Tian had other plans in his heart, he learned from the ascetic monks that the soul cultivation line is as strong as a cloud, and there are countless monks above the Yuan Infant, if he wants to destroy the soul cultivation lineage, the cultivation must be greatly improved, and revenge is not an overnight thing at all.

Thinking of Mei Changqing and his wife dying by blowing themselves up, they felt even more guilty, no matter what, they had to go back to the sect to pay tribute to their master, and they also needed to send Ji Leer back to Da Zhou. All kinds of things in the Great Zhou must be stopped as soon as possible, and then concentrate on dealing with the soul cultivation lineage.

It's a pity that this desert is boundless, and there is no way out. Just when everyone was anxious, a caravan was accidentally discovered. Ye Yin stepped forward to ask them to be guides, and paid a certain amount of gold coins, so that the current scene was achieved.

Ye Yin heard Ji Le'er's warning, and looked at the lifeless Yingtian, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is no longer the invincible Jiu Shao on the battlefield, and the master said that he would die of drunkenness sooner or later, which is really an objective description.

Meng Fu and his master felt Ye Yin's sharp eyes, and they only felt cold all over, and naturally they didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Ji Le'er looked at Yingtian gloomily, but she didn't expect that Qing'er's death would hit Yingtian so hard. Looking at Yingtian's gray hair, he seemed to understand something, and he felt regret and jealousy.

"Little junior brother, if you continue to drink like this, Master will not feel at ease. Ji Le'er said cautiously.

Yingtian wiped the mouth of the bearded scumbag, and sighed: "Senior sister, the master has been scattered and can't even enter reincarnation, how can you see me like this?"

"Then, then you are half-dead like yourself? Miss Qing'er is gone, what is so good about her, you are so worried about her?" Ji Le'er was suddenly excited, and her delicate body trembled slightly. But as soon as she said it, she regretted it, wasn't this revealing the scar on him?

Yingtian didn't speak, but after being silent for a long time, he put away the bag of water and wine, took out the booklet given by the ascetic, and looked at it slowly.

Ji Le'er looked at this scene in a daze: Yes, when it comes to Qing'er, he won't be angry, he will only blame himself, he will only rise up endless hatred and force himself to work hard to cultivate. Along the way, he barely looked at me, and never saw him smile.

He just wants to send me back to Da Zhou as soon as possible, so that he can get rid of my burden, right? Ji Le'er thought silently, she turned her eyes to look at the tattered Yingtian holding the pamphlet and reciting it silently, the young man who was once chic and wanton on the battlefield has now really become a scholar who has lost his soul and is drunk and dreams of death.