Chapter 311: Lanlou Kingdom, Flying Fish Statue

Suddenly hearing of the general in the sky, the pass is heavily crossed. Starting to return to the Loulan Kingdom, heading back to the Shuofang City. Gold-decorated war horses, white feathers gather divine soldiers.

Stars and moon open the heavenly array, mountains and rivers line up the earthly camp. Evening wind blows the painted horn, spring colors shine on the flying flags. How can one know Ban Dingyuan, is still a scholar. -- Chen Zi'ang

The ancient Lanlou Kingdom is not the ancient Loulan Kingdom, it is just a historical relic hidden in the Tenggerila Desert.

Standing on the beacon tower, looking far away while leaning on the wall.

At the end of the field of vision, between two huge sand ridges, there were vaguely broken walls and ruins.

"That is my hometown, Lanlou," the old beggar said, pouring down a mouthful of wine.

Zhang Xingyu nodded and then asked: "How long has it been since you came back?"

"I haven't been back since I left here when I was young. It's been too long, I don't remember the exact time," the old beggar poured another mouthful of wine.

Zhang Xingyu looked at the old beggar and then handed over the roasted lamb leg in his hand.

"Eat something, drinking on an empty stomach is not good for your health."

The old beggar nodded and reached out to take the lamb leg.

After he swallowed a few mouthfuls of lamb meat, Zhang Xingyu opened his mouth to ask again: "Don't you live in Tianhuang Cheng? Tianhuang Cheng is not too far from here, didn't you think about coming back to take a look?"

"I thought about it. However, the home is gone, what can I do if I come back?" The old beggar poured another mouthful of wine.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Zhang Xingyu didn't ask again.

He could understand the old beggar's mood.

The country has perished, the home is gone, what is the use of coming back and adding to the sorrow?

Sentimental? Weeping bitterly? What is the use?

Following the old beggar's gaze, Zhang Xingyu looked at the broken walls and ruins gradually disappearing into the night, and turned to walk down the beacon tower.

Under the tower, by the campfire, the little girl was sleeping soundly in Shen Xueyi's arms.

A sweet smile still hung on her chubby little face.

Children don't know the worries of adults.

This is good. This is best.

Early the next morning.

When the sun cast its first ray of light, the old beggar had already prepared the ingredients.

His expression was as usual, without a trace of joy or sorrow on his face.

After everyone finished breakfast, he waved his sleeve and said: "Let's go, we are going to Lanlou."

Broken walls, ruins, yellow sand.

At sunset, the camel caravan arrived outside the ancient Lanlou Kingdom.

Under the old beggar's direction, everyone tied the camels to the broken stones outside the city.

Passing through a gate without a door, what came into view was a road paved with bluestone.

The houses on both sides of the road had collapsed, and the remaining bluestone walls still had traces left by time.

Zhang Xingyu was a bit strange.

This ancient Lanlou Kingdom is located in the center of the desert, why hasn't it been buried by yellow sand for tens of thousands of years?

The city was dead and silent, and not a single living creature could be seen.

Stepping onto the stone road, everyone walked hesitantly.

The old beggar was in front, the little girl and Shen Xueyi were in the middle, and Zhang Xingyu and Demon King Hali were at the back.

The old beggar was expressionless, the little girl was full of curiosity, Shen Xueyi held her sword in guard, and Demon King Hali was indifferent.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a while and also secretly made preparations.

The road was very long.

Everyone walked for an hour before reaching the end.

Passing through a forty-meter-high triumphal arch, ahead was a wide square of tens of thousands of square meters.

On both sides of the square, two rows of flower beds were neatly built. It's a pity that the plants in the flower beds had long turned into dust.

In the center of the square, a ten-meter-long flying fish statue was placed, its high-raised fish mouth indicating that it used to be a fountain.

Opposite the square stood a magnificent castle. Tall stone pillars, shining golden roofs, silver window lattices. Under the sunlight, the entire castle was shining.

Under the old beggar's leadership, everyone sat down on a row of stone chairs next to the flying fish statue.

The old beggar poured a mouthful of spirit liquor, was silent for a long time, and then opened his mouth to say to Zhang Xingyu: "I want to go into the palace opposite to take a look, trouble you to take them and wait for me here for a while."

Zhang Xingyu looked at the old beggar: "Is it dangerous inside? Why don't we go together."

"No need!" The old beggar shook his head.

"Help me take good care of Yingxue," the old beggar added.

"Okay!" Zhang Xingyu nodded.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu agree, the old beggar stood up and walked to the little girl's side.

"Yingxue, Grandpa needs to leave for a while. You stay here with your brother and sister," the old beggar said to the little girl with full love.

"Grandpa, I want to go with you!" Liu Yingxue pulled the old man's lapel.

"No, I'm going to relieve myself, what are you following for," the old beggar glared at her.

"Oh." Liu Yingxue pouted unwillingly.

"Remember, when I'm not here, don't run around, just stay by Zhang Xingyu's side," the old beggar touched the little girl's hair with a withered palm and instructed with full love.

Seeing Liu Yingxue nod in agreement, the old beggar smiled happily.

He turned around and casually threw his wine gourd to Zhang Xingyu: "Little Zhang, I'm going to relieve myself, you keep this thing for me for a while."

After speaking, he shook his tattered sleeves and walked straight toward the palace.

Looking at the pitch-black wine gourd in his hand, looking at the old beggar's stumbling and hunched figure, a trace of unease faintly arose in Zhang Xingyu's heart.

Could it be that this old guy is going to die?

Could it be that he was entrusting his orphan to me just now?

The old beggar's figure had already disappeared inside the high wall in front of the castle.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head and drove the unease in his heart aside.

He tied the gourd to his waist and took out two bags of hand-torn beef jerky.

He bought two flavors of beef jerky, one five-spice flavor, one spicy flavor.

The little girl Liu Yingxue liked beef jerky.

Even in this dry desert, the little girl's little mouth hadn't stopped.

Seeing the beef jerky, the worry in the little girl's eyes instantly turned into joy.

She took the beef jerky from Zhang Xingyu's hand and chewed it crunchily.

Looking at the happy little girl, Zhang Xingyu said secretly in his heart.

I hope nothing happens to the old beggar, otherwise, I don't know how sad this little girl will be.

Just as he was pondering, Demon King Hali's reminder came to his ears: "Northwest direction, someone is coming."

Zhang Xingyu looked toward the west.

Sure enough, a team emerged from the street corner on the west side of the square.

In the center was a person, dressed in fine clothes, face like jade, a red sun embroidered on his white Daoist robe.

This person was exactly the Heaven's Pride of the Taiyi Gate, Wang Yuyi.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu's group, a flower immediately bloomed on Wang Yuyi's face.

"Ice and Snow Fairy, what a coincidence!"

Wang Yuyi waved at Shen Xueyi while walking over quickly.

Zhang Xingyu frowned; this Wang Yuyi was really a piece of dog-skin plaster, no matter how he shook it, he couldn't get rid of it.

Just as he was pondering, Wang Yuyi had already arrived in front of him.

"Ice and Snow Fairy, we are truly fated!" Wang Yuyi said to Shen Xueyi with a smile. ===== CHAPTER 312 =====