Exclaimed again and again.

Suddenly, a red line appeared on Yuhuatian's wrist, and then blood spurted out. The sword's power was broken, and the outcome was finalized.

As soon as the long sword stopped, the two flying blades were attracted and flew back spontaneously, but they hit Yu Huatian himself. Looking at Yu Huatian who fell to the ground dead with several swords in his body, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The shadow left on everyone was too deep.

The people in the house were all dead and disabled, and it was extremely miserable.

Seeing that the fighting outside had stopped, the people in the secret passage also retreated one after another, leaving corpses on the ground. Everyone moved their things, and then the secret passage was blocked again.

The black sandstorm was getting bigger and bigger, the yellow sand was swirling, and the inn was crumbling, as if it was about to be uprooted. Some sheep and horses outside that had no time to escape were swept up like floating leaves.

Everyone looked at this scene with fear and fear, feeling sad in their hearts.

In the inn, everyone stayed in the inn with some trepidation. Fengli Dao was so frightened that his eyes were closed. Su Qing sat in the corner, calming his breath. Beside him, Jin Xiangyu looked at Su Huirong's body, dumbfounded.

After staring for a long time, he said softly: "I suddenly want to go back to the mountain!"

She closed Su Huirong's eyes and smiled against Su Qing. For some reason, her smile was heart-wrenching. Su Qing's throat felt a little stiff. He looked at the wet blood on his right hand.

"If you're tired, just leave this world!"

Jin Xiangyu said no more, just closed her eyes quietly and leaned against Su Qing.

Su Qing also closed his eyes. He had not slept for the past few nights and fought continuously, so everyone felt tired.

The earthen wall behind him seemed to be pushed by a pair of big hands, swaying left and right. Some of it had cracks and was in danger of collapsing at any time. Fortunately, the wooden piles inside were all stuck, which made people scared.

I don't know how long it took.

"Quick, the sandstorm has stopped!"

A cry of surprise.

Su Qing suddenly woke up.

Outside, the tornado has gone away, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky.

Gu Shaotang and the others rushed out of the inn, but he found that the gold and jade beside them had disappeared, and there were a few words left on the ground beside them.

"The relationship is deep and the relationship is shallow, let's go!"

Gone?

Su Qing stood up in confusion and rushed out of the inn. Looking around, he saw the sea of ​​sand changing, but there was no trace of anyone.

There is a wet mark on the shoulder.

The desert was thousands of miles of wild sand, and looking from a distance, he seemed to see a thin red dress, standing alone, lonely and helpless, with its hair raised, leading a camel, disappearing into the billowing dust.

"Gold inlaid with jade?"

A roaring voice came out of Su Qing's mouth unexpectedly, but no one answered him.

"Since you have no intention of keeping her, why not let her go!"

Words rang out from beside me.

The one who spoke was Qiu Moyan. She and Zhou Huaian were holding the camels and seemed to be preparing to leave.

Su Qing was suddenly startled and said in a harsh voice: "Yes, you are right!"

He looked at the two of them.

"Are you leaving? Don't you want to see the treasure?"

Zhou Huaian shook his head.

"I won't go. There are too many corpses obsessed with power buried there. As many of them are brought out, there will be as many disputes and fightings as there are already enough fightings in the world. Let's do less!"

"It's a long way to go, see you again when we are destined!"

After exchanging hands, the two of them rode their camels and headed east.

Only Su Qing was left standing in front of the inn, watching the passers-by leave one by one.

He was left alone again.

"well!"

There was a murmur and sigh in the wind. The man looked into the distance, turned around, picked up the fallen wooden pole, swept the dust, wiped the table, and drove the sheep.

There was another suona sound in the wind.

Two days later.

Fengli Dao and Su Qing were lying behind a sand dune, watching Xichang Fanzi fleeing in panic from the secret passage, driving their horses one by one and disappearing into the distance.

"Are you going to let them go?"

Fengli Dao was a little reluctant.

"Yuhuatian is dead. These people are no longer relevant. It doesn't matter if you let them go!"

Su Qing comforted the horse beside him and spoke calmly.

"I'm almost leaving. Before I leave, I want to see this world!"

The Feng Li Dao Monster smiled.

"You're not looking for Jin Xiangyu, are you?"

Su Qing shook her head and saw that all those people had fled, so they got up.

In the evening.

Chang Xiaowen rushed to the inn on horseback.

"Fengli Dao, I've been looking for you for two days, but I don't recognize you after leaving the palace gate? Do you really want to keep a few concubines? I think you are itchy!"

"What do you mean? I haven't decided yet?"

Fengli Dao hid around and was finally carried out by someone.

"Anyway, I don't care. Which one do you choose between me and Gu Shaotang? You don't give me a result and you still want to hide. You stinky men are all not good. If I can't get it, I will castrate you first and no one else can get it!"

"Ah, shopkeeper, save me~"

The woman came and left just as quickly, leaving Su Qing shaking her head and laughing, looking at the back of the two arguing and cursing, feeling lost.

He rubbed his eyes and turned around and entered the inn.

Until one day.

The business traveler who was on his way to rest suddenly discovered that Longmen Inn was actually a sea of ​​fire. The fire was raging, and the flames climbed up the wooden poles and burned the last half of the wine flag. All the knives and swords, blood and fire were turned into nothing.

, gone with the yellow sand, leaving only new graves.

distance.

The red sun sets in the west.

In the vastness of the desert, which revealed thousands of years of loneliness, a thin figure wearing a bamboo hat rode a horse, wrapped his sword, covered his face, and rushed towards the east without saying a word.

The yellow sand, the lonely sun, and the man seemed to have become a part of this loneliness.

At some point, a different sound suddenly came from the flying dust.

Someone comes again.

…

…

…

Apricot blossoms and light rain, Chang'an in early spring.

A man covered his face and had been walking for who knows how long. He was covered in travel dust, and his eyes seemed to be smiling, as soft as water, just like a man out on a spring outing to enjoy the scenery, looking around curiously.

On February 2, the dragon raises its head.

The long street is lively, with gongs and drums noisy. People pray for good weather and a good harvest. Dragon dancers, lion dancers, stilt walkers, men, women and children, big and small, all join in the fun, and vendors shout with all their strength.

"Candied haws on a stick! Candied haws on ice!"

In front of an alley, an old man with gray hair and a gray coat shouted at the top of his lungs, surrounded by a group of children with runny noses.

"Old man, let's have some!"

The man walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Okay!"

As soon as he took it, the children's eyes followed him, and they laughed a little.

"Do you want to eat?"

Those dolls immediately pecked at rice, and the mucus almost flowed into their mouths.

"I bought them all!"

After pinching a dime of silver, the man handed it over and looked at the children who were surrounding him.
To be continued...