Chapter 824

Pedestrians came and went, not limited to Red Cliff Road.

Several children squatted by the roadside playing with sand; in the past, this situation would have been severely scolded by adults, dragged over, and given a bamboo board stir-fry; but now, no one cared if they piled up several small houses with sand.

The desert was quiet, and a little green grass had grown in the sheltered and shaded places.

He Lingchuan clearly saw something moving in the sand dunes not far away, but it didn't come over to pounce on the children.

Qiu Hu and the others were also looking around, feeling very fresh: "This is the famous Panlong Desert?"

They were all veteran soldiers who had been on the battlefield, but most of them hadn't walked in the desert, and seeing that the soft sand dunes could be higher than mountains, they were all clicking their tongues in wonder.

The scenery of the great desert was unique.

"Famous?" He Lingchuan smiled, "Is the Panlong Desert famous in Rongshan too?"

He had previously told everyone that he was going to Panlongcheng, and the Rongshan people only said it was good, following his lead, without saying much else.

"Panlongcheng has stood here for more than thirty years, resisting foreign insults and fighting the Heavenly Gods, with countless tragic stories. We have also heard a lot in the sect." Another Rongshan sorcerer took the conversation, "Deeply admire it."

This man was in his thirties, named Xiang Lian, specializing in logistics.

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Does the Rongshan Sect also talk about these past events?"

"Do not forget the past, it is the teacher of the future." Qiu Hu nodded, "Yes, there are."

He Lingchuan understood. The Rongshan Sect also belonged to the immortal forces and had a natural affinity for Panlongcheng, which resisted the Heavenly Gods.

They chatted casually about the past of Panlongcheng, and He Lingchuan found that the historical facts mastered by the Rongshan people were actually more than those of the Heishuicheng civilians who were close at hand.

The weather was clear and cool along the way, with no wind and no sandstorms.

The next day, they checked into the Weicheng Station.

The ancient cities passed by Red Cliff Road were all developed into relay stations for merchants to rest. This "Weicheng," when He Lingchuan first entered the Panlong world, had already been destroyed by the Baling Nation. Before He Lingchuan joined the Panlongcheng patrol, he even claimed to be from Weicheng.

The ancient city had long been eroded by yellow sand, originally leaving only a dozen broken low walls, and Heishuicheng rebuilt some houses on this basis.

It was the end of May, and the Red Cliff trade route was gradually becoming busy; living in the low houses of the relay station, one could often hear camel bells and horse neighs outside, and someone knocking on clappers.

Things in the ancient relay station were also expensive as always.

He Lingchuan wouldn't save this kind of money; with a wave of his hand, he ordered an expensive set meal with meat, vegetables, and tea for each team member.

The meat was real camel meat, not something strange desert insects pretending to be.

He Lingchuan and the others were eating in the hall when another twenty or so strong men walked in from outside.

He Lingchuan looked out and saw the station guards leading their carriages, with merchant flags inserted on the horse heads and boxes tied on the carriages.

No one who came here wasn't dusty. They looked around the hall a few times before starting to take food and water.

Taking advantage of them leaving their seats to get food, Qiu Hu leaned toward He Lingchuan and said: "This group of people has a hard and fierce temperament; they are either bandits or soldiers, not good things."

"One of the boxes on their carriage fell just now, and the sound was empty." He Lingchuan raised his bowl and drank soup: "They came from the north; this season is usually for goods to be transported south, and the carriages should be fully loaded to make money."

So this was a fake merchant team.

What were they preparing to do, rob? Qiu Hu then privately reminded the fellow disciples to be careful at night.

At this time, a dispute arose in front; it turned out that several men in this team had quarreled with the cook.

"A coarse flour bun, two mouthfuls of clear water, you dare to sell it to me for thirty coins!" The man slapped the table, "Is your bun inlaid with gold?"

The cook who only managed the rice had no expression: "The price is here; if you want it cheaper, go home."

The man was angry and took a step forward.

The station guard on the side rushed over immediately: "What are you doing!"

The man's companion pulled him back and apologized to everyone with a smile: "He's heat-struck, everyone don't blame him, don't blame him!"

He turned his head, and the smile was gone, and he said angrily to the man, "What are you going crazy for, don't you care about the main business?"

The man sat back sullenly, having to gnaw on the thirty-coin bun.

He Lingchuan and the team members exchanged a look, finished their meal, and left, leaving only two to watch in the hall.

This night was quiet.

There were many guests staying at the relay station; the next morning everyone got up, and nothing happened, not even a copper coin was missing.

It seemed that yesterday's small episode didn't count for anything; He Lingchuan and the others also put their hearts down and continued on their way.

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After walking on Red Cliff Road for two days, He Lingchuan returned to Heishuicheng.

With the cooperation of the office, Hu Qin finished checking the real account books of Red Cliff Road over the years and expressed satisfaction for a rare moment.

They were not used to the desert climate of western Yuan, and after only a few days, their noses were bleeding and their faces were peeling, so after obtaining He Lingchuan's consent, Hu Qin and the three specialists took the first step and set off to return to Rongshan.

Their mission was completed, and it was time to go back. Continuing to stay by He Lingchuan's side were the fifteen Rongshan disciples pointed out by Elder Dao.

He Lingchuan held a farewell banquet for them, personally sent them to the East Gate the next day, and did enough courtesy and packed enough red envelopes.

Hu Qin was not an easy person to talk to, but this long business trip was quite congenial with He Lingchuan. Before leaving, he gave a guarantee that from now on, whenever He Lingchuan needed help, he could just write a letter to find him.

"With Mr. Hu's words, I can rest assured!" He Lingchuan wanted to form a good bond with such a figure.

After sending Hu Qin and the others away, he hesitated for a long time before leaving Qiu Hu and the others in the city and going out alone to the west.

The destination was Bai Ta Temple.

This temple was not big, with only four or five temple keepers stationed there, but the incense was quite popular, and people came in and out every few hours.

He Lingchuan remembered that the original body had come two or three times in total, and once even hunted a wild rabbit on the back mountain.

He really didn't expect that the original body's biological mother was buried here.

He Lingchuan originally didn't want to come, because the original body's biological mother had nothing to do with him, the transmigrator. Let the past be the past.

But there was a voice in his heart urging him to take a trip.

He knew this was the original body's longing.

Anyway, his affairs in Heishuicheng were almost done, so he paced over.

There were many graves on the back mountain.

According to the Great Shaman of Mandu, the feng shui of Bai Ta Mountain was good. With the old man's certification, the local well-to-do families were willing to bury the deceased here, hoping to shade their descendants.

The graveyard was kept very clean, with no weeds, obviously taken care of by someone. There were fresh flowers and vegetarian fruits in front of some tombstones.

He Lingchuan searched one by one, and soon found the white stone tablet engraved with "Lu Xiaoyun."

This grave was in a good location, the tablet was upright, and the lacquer characters were very new, looking like they had been traced not long ago.

Thanks to the enthusiastic appreciation of the classmate Mie Yue Ye Xiao Si! We have another Sect Master.

(End of chapter)