At this time, the old man in white clapped his hands outside the hall door. The men, women, and children in white, who were still crowded outside the door just now, immediately lined up and entered the hall in a hurry. Take a seat at the long table in turn.

Soon, around the long table, there were more than a hundred people in white sitting densely. The cave hall immediately became bustling.

Everyone sat together, tasting delicious food, chatting about homely things, and their faces were filled with a calm and happy smile.

After the old man in white saw everyone sitting down, he showed a satisfied smile and calmly sat down and began to eat.

Bingyang stared thoughtfully at the old man in white and asked, "These people are all members of the clan of their predecessors, right?"

The satisfied smile on the face of the old man in white suddenly disappeared. He let out a long sigh and said, "Yes, my people, all here. ”

Zi Ling felt a little strange, stopped stuffing various fruits into her mouth, and asked puzzledly, "Your people are crowded on a table to eat, it's warm and lively, why are you still sighing?"

The old man's gaze swept over the clansmen who were eating and chatting together, and whispered a little sadly: "My clansmen, in the past hundred years, have been decreasing, and only these more than 100 people remain. It is foreseeable that within a few decades, our clan will be completely wiped out in this thousands of miles of yellow sand. ”

Zi Ling was suddenly stunned, the golden and brilliant underground palace in front of him, the friendly and kind people in white, were about to face such a sad ending.

Zi Ling was a little anxious, and said to the old man in white, "You can move elsewhere." ”

The old man in white smiled miserably, shook his head and said, "We can't go." We are here and have our own mission. ”

Bingyang stared at the old man and asked in a deep voice, "Are you here to guard the wealth in the dungeon?"

The old man in white did not hide it, nodded, and said: "The wealth here is the foundation of my clan, and it is the key to his daily recovery. ”

Bingyang groaned for a moment and asked, "Restore the country, are you the remnants of Loulan?"

The old man in white shook his body and closed his eyes in pain. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and said, "Exactly." ”

Bingyang continued to ask, "Who was the dead beauty in that room before?"

The old man in white showed a solemn expression on his face, and said with a straight face: "That's the last princess of my Loulan, Hartiman." ”

The old man's cloudy eyes blurred, and tears flashed, and he said in a bitter voice: "A hundred years ago, there was a great drought in Loulan for several consecutive years, the river gradually dried up, and most of the people died. Later, a great plague became the final blow that destroyed my Loulan. I, the people of Loulan, have been displaced and scattered in all directions, trying to find a new home. But most of them died in this 10,000-mile desert. Princess Hatiman led hundreds of people from the royal family, carrying most of the wealth in the Loulan Kingdom, into the desert. Trying to find a new source of water, in order to preserve the foundation of our Loulan, he will rebuild Loulan one day. ”

Although the old man in white had a low voice, the more than 100 people sitting around the long table all stopped eating and talking, but quietly listened to the old man's speech with solemn expressions.

The old man in white paused for a moment and continued: "Princess Hartiman, after a long journey, she finally found a water source in this Windy City and barely settled the people. After that, she continued to send people to look around for a place for me to restore Loulan. However, the people sent out never returned, and disappeared in the vast desert. Poor Princess Hatiman was worried day and night, never married, and died of illness in this underground palace in the prime of life. Before she died, she still couldn't let go of her obsession, worried about the clansmen who couldn't settle down, couldn't revive the glorious homeland, and finally died with hatred. ”

The old man in white was already full of tears at this time. The men and women in white around the long table could not hide their grief and sobbed in low voices.

Jin Man, who was gobbling up, also felt this heavy sad atmosphere, and couldn't help but stop, with a big mouth open, his small eyes wandering, and he didn't dare to come out.

Zi Ling sniffed, looked at the old man in white sympathetically, and said, "You can move the whole clan to the Central Plains." It's a prosperous scene. ”

The old man in white suddenly looked at Zi Ling a little strangely, and said, "How does the girl know that we are planning to move to the Central Plains?"

As soon as Zi Ling heard the music, and was about to answer, Bingyang suddenly interjected: "The Loulan clan is moving to the Central Plains?

The old man in white said: "Restoring the country is the mission of the Loulan clan that has been passed down from generation to generation, and we will never give up!"

Bingyang asked puzzledly: "Then you go to the Central Plains, how to restore the country?"

A fanatical expression suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in white. He looked into the distance, as if muttering to himself, "The Holy Sect Master will guide us to complete the great cause of restoring the country!"

"Holy Sect Master?" Bing Yang frowned and asked hesitantly, "The Holy Sect Leader in the mouth of the seniors, but Yao Qinglan?"

"Yao Qinglan?" When Zi Ling heard this, he stood up and said loudly, "Could it be that you Loulan remnants are the Demon Sect disciples that Yao Qinglan left in the Western Regions?"

The old man in white was also surprised, and said, "The Holy Sect Leader is indeed called Yao Qinglan. Are the three of you my old acquaintance?"

Zi Ling was about to jump up in a hurry. She almost approached the old man in white and said loudly: "Senior, you old and weak women and children have been deceived by Yao Qinglan's devil!"

Bingyang touched his nose, pulled Ziling to his seat, and said softly, "Little Master, calm down, calm down." After saying that, he stuffed a large handful of grapes into Zi Ling's mouth.

Zi Ling was so angry and angry, her face turned red, and she yelled at Bingyang indistinctly.

Bingyang smiled slightly, arched his hand at the old man in white, and said, "Senior, this Yao Qinglan is indeed our old acquaintance. I just want to know, how does Yao Qinglan plan to help you restore the country?"

The old man in white had a withered face. The passage of time, the difficult survival, and the painful struggle and torture of the restoration of the country have left deep traces on his face. However, at this moment, his eyes flashed with an astonishing light, like the light of fire in the cold winter night. He said with some fanaticism: "The Holy Sect Leader has supreme divine skills, and it was Allah who sent her to rescue me and the other Loulan clans. In this Windy City, the Sect Master established the Holy Church. She will take us to the Central Plains and overthrow the current imperial power in the Central Plains. Rebuild my Loulan country and reproduce the glory of my Loulan!"

The three of Ziling were shocked when they heard this.

This Yao Qinglan is ambitious, not only wants to get involved in martial arts, but also covets imperial power!

Bingyang then asked, "Then Yao Qinglan, no, your Holy Sect Master, to help you restore the country, what are her conditions?"

The old man in white said firmly: "As long as the Holy Sect Leader helps us to restore the country successfully, we are willing to give all the treasures of Loulan to the Sect Master." ”

Zi Ling was furious when he heard this.

Yao Qinglan took advantage of the desire of the remnants of Loulan to restore the country, and promised a false future for this dying nation, just to steal their wealth to satisfy her own ambitions.

Bingyang sighed lightly, and said to the old man in white with a heavy face: "Senior, I'm afraid that you have given the foundation of Loulan to Yao Qinglan, but she can't do what you want." ”

The old man in white was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Bingyang Zhengse said: "Yao Qinglan has lost her nature since she entered the demon path. She is now bloodthirsty and murderous, and has killed many people in the martial arts. What she values is nothing more than the great wealth in your Windy City, not the lives and future of the Loulan people. ”

The old man in white shook his head in disbelief and said, "We have made a covenant with the sect leader before the true god. She will not turn her back on us. ”

Zi Ling glanced at her mouth: "That Yao Qinglan was once betrayed." So she now sees turning her back on others as her way of revenge. ”

The old man in white stood up and said with a grim face: "Three, this matter is very important, and it is related to the life and death of my Loulan clan. We also need to take a long-term view. ”

With that, the old man in white and the man in white who looked like several elders left the long table and walked out of the huge stone hall.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang didn't have the heart to eat and drink anymore. They forcibly dragged Jin Man out of a large pile of food and walked out of the huge stone hall.

Walking out of the stone hall, the passage was obviously bright.

And the further you go, the higher the terrain.

After a while, the three of them walked out of this underground palace with thousands of twists and turns.

The exit of the dungeon is on a hidden stone wall. Beyond the exit, there was a large meadow, and not far away, there was a small lake. A lonely moon, reflected in the lake, looks unusually quiet and deserted.

On the edge of the lake, stood the three unrighteous horses. They don't know which exit of the dungeon they come from, and they are grazing with their heads down, so comfortable.

Jin Man's nose was almost crooked, and he ran over and jumped at the three horses, shouting and scolding.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang looked at this oasis in the desert in surprise.

The oasis is surrounded by mountains. The mountain walls on all sides are like swords reaching into the sky, just enough to block the 10,000-year-old wind and sand of the desert. Different from the desolate scene in the Windy City, in the oasis, the water and grass are abundant, and the cattle and sheep are leisurely. The remnants of Loulan even regarded this mountain, grass and water as the last straw. It's a pity that although the oasis life is comfortable, it can only allow these hundreds of people to survive, but it can't show its former glory.

Zi Ling sighed: "In this paradise-like place, I still can't escape the covetousness of mortals. ”

Bingyang nodded and said, "We can't let Yao Qinglan ruin this place." ”

Jin Man had finished scolding at this time and led the three horses back. He said with some confusion: "There are no guards here. They gave us back the horses. Did they want us to leave?" he suddenly patted his head and said with great regret, "If I had known this, I should have eaten more just now." ”

Bingyang looked around at this quiet oasis and said, "I am reluctant to leave such beautiful scenery and food." ”

Zi Ling asked puzzledly, "Do we have to stay here?"

Bingyang blinked: "Not only do we have to stay here, but we also want the people of Loulan to give us the treasure." ”