Chapter 21 Desert "Have you ever heard the story of the Desert Girl?"...
"none."
Yun Wanzhou took a step forward.
To him, Xie Wuyang's question seemed as simple as the question of "whether to have a meal".
Xie Wuyang naturally didn't believe it. Seeing Yun Wanzhou's cold face, he became more interested and raised his eyebrows to ask, "Are you serious?"
Yun Wanzhou tilted his eyes and fixed them on him, with a hint of warning in his eyes.
Xie Wuyang felt a lump in his throat, which was completely blocked by Yun Wanzhou's simple glance back.
Xie Wuyang thought it would be better not to ask any further questions.
It was five hundred years ago now. No one could tell what happened in those five hundred years. It was possible that Yun Wanzhou encountered something during that period and lost his heart in Taoism.
If I continue to ask, I might not only get nothing out of it, but seeing Yun Wanzhou like this...
It seems like he still wants to force him to copy books?
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang was gifted and cultivated rapidly. He learned all the techniques of cultivation at a young age and firmly sat on the position of Demon Lord.
Now that he has been reborn, it is even less likely that he will spend his time on the mental and sword techniques he has already learned.
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The direction pointed by the spell is different from when it came.
Dashipo is several miles south of Cangqiong Mountain, but at this moment, the spell is showing the northwest direction.
When the two of them set off, Xie Wuyang was in doubt for a long time and checked the talisman on his forehead countless times, fearing that something might go wrong during the conversion.
"Is there something wrong with this talisman? Why is it pointing to the northwest?" Xie Wuyang injected another strand of spiritual power into his forehead, but the direction of the spiritual power remained unchanged.
They had followed the instructions of the talisman to find the big rock slope, but now they were asked to go back. They didn't know what the man in black wanted to do.
As Xie Wuyang thought this, he couldn't help but glance at Yun Wanzhou's expression.
She pursed her lips and looked ahead indifferently.
It seemed that Yun Wanzhou was looking at the road, but Xie Wuyang didn't think that was entirely true. This man's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, light and vague, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
This time, the Nightmare Stone was stolen, and I was the suspect. I was also the one whose tendons and veins were cut because I couldn't find it. From the beginning to the end, Yun Wanzhou didn't have to bear any responsibility except that he was the original owner's master and would be accused of poor teaching.
Furthermore, Yun Wanzhou was an Immortal Lord, and Cang Qiong Mountain would definitely find a reason to completely remove him in order to protect him. In this case, Yun Wanzhou wouldn't have to worry about anything.
But Yun Wanzhou not only sought an opportunity for the original owner to prove himself, but also protected him closely along the way. He can be said to be a good master.
Xie Wuyang found it quite interesting and stared at Yun Wanzhou for a long time.
One has to admit that Yun Xianzun was born with a good-looking appearance. Even five hundred years later, he would still be the most handsome man in the world.
It's just that good looks are not enough. Yun Wanzhou just doesn't like to talk to people. No matter how attentive the female cultivators from the immortal sect are to him, Yun Wanzhou is like a piece of wood and remains unmoved.
For example, now, even though Xie Wuyang was staring at him all the way, Yun Wanzhou didn't even turn his head.
If he continued like this, Xie Wuyang would be asking for trouble.
Even though he knew that Yun Wanzhou would not harm his disciples, Xie Wuyang still felt that following Yun Wanzhou was not a good idea.
After all, he is not the original soul of this body, and he may be exposed one day. But if he leaves Yun Wanzhou, he will definitely be like a headless fly. In this case, he can only follow Yun Wanzhou obediently to find the man in black.
What Xie Wuyang had never expected was that he would be traveling with Yun Wanzhou for more than a month.
During this period, the two men went to villages, stayed in restaurants, and even spent the night in the wilderness, but there was no clue of the man in black anywhere.
Xie Wuyang was accustomed to sleeping on the streets. In his previous life, he probably would not have thought that he would go back to his old age and lose all his dignity as the Demon Lord.
Xie Wuyang felt that if he took a broken bowl and sat on the street, he could probably beg for food.
There was nothing but desolate ground within sight, not a single blade of grass growing.
The sun shines fiercely overhead, and even the slightest sound of wind can stir up the yellow earth all over the sky.
This was the sixth day that Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou had entered the desert. The water they brought was almost gone, and the bags full of food had deflated.
Xie Wuyang's mouth was full of the taste of wind and sand, and his throat was extremely dry.
On the other hand, Yun Wanzhou is not much better.
Although he is an immortal with outstanding cultivation in Cangqiong Mountain, he has not yet ascended to heaven and is still a mortal.
His lips were chapped, his face was pale, and even his usually spotless white robe was now stained with dirt.
The two of them also tried to use their spiritual power, but they didn't know if there was a formation here or what, let alone using spiritual power to draw talismans. Xie Wuyang tried twice but couldn't condense it.
Yun Wanzhou took off the water bottle from his waist and handed it to him.
Xie Wuyang hadn't seen water all day. When he saw the kettle, he didn't care about anything else. He opened the lid and poured it straight into his mouth. As a result, the kettle was empty after just a few sips.
Xie Wuyang suddenly lowered his head, closed one eye and looked into the kettle twice, then shook it upside down twice, and finally accepted this reality.
Yun Wanzhou had already left Xie Wuyang far behind. Xie Wuyang didn't care too much. He wiped the dirt off his face and quickly followed.
"Master, this place is truly eerie. There are few people in the desert. Who would have the leisure to set up a formation here?" Xie Wuyang put the kettle on his waist and his eyes fixed slightly on the endless desert ahead.
Both of them are cultivators. Although Xie Wuyang's spiritual power is low, he has the Immortal Master Yun Wanzhou here. If he died in the desert, wouldn't it be laughed at if people spread the news?
It felt like fire was spewing out of his throat, and Xie Wuyang felt extremely uncomfortable.
Just when Xie Wuyang thought his life was about to end, a strong wind suddenly blew from the end of his sight, and yellow dust flew into the air.
The master and disciple stopped here in time and dared not move forward.
In the desert, if you encounter strong winds, you must not get close to it, otherwise you may not be able to stay here safely.
Although Xie Wuyang had never been to the desert, he understood this point.
When the wind and sand cleared, Xie Wuyang was just about to take a step when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Because he was far away, Xie Wuyang couldn't see the man's appearance clearly. He could only vaguely tell from his hunched body and slow movements that he was an old man.
Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward, but he suddenly came to his senses the moment before.
There is no weeds in the desert, so how could there be a human figure?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Master, I'm afraid this person has bad intentions.
Yun Wanzhou glanced at Xie Wuyang sideways, his gaze lingering on Xie Wuyang's cracked lips.
Xie Wuyang subconsciously touched his index finger and found that he had lost Quexie. He then reached back to touch the talisman paper at his waist, but the place he touched was empty. Then he remembered that he couldn't even cast an ordinary spell at the moment, let alone talisman paper.
For some reason, even though this body has been replaced by someone else, some habits still remain.
For example...
Many times, he would subconsciously look at Yun Wanzhou's expression.
Yun Wanzhou's gaze fell on the woman, his lips slightly pursed, not knowing what he was thinking.
The two men had lost their spiritual power at this moment, and even if they had really seen a monster, they could not do anything. They could only stand there for a while until the old man disappeared in the wind and sand, and then they continued to move forward.
Xie Wuyang thought that the matter would just pass, but unexpectedly, the two of them had just walked a short distance when they heard an old voice coming from behind them.
"Gentlemen, please stay."
Xie Wuyang pretended not to hear and quickened his pace. He just glanced at the ground and when he looked up again, the old man was standing in front of Xie Wuyang.
Just now, he was too far away, and Xie Wuyang didn't see the old man clearly in the wind and sand, and he couldn't even recognize whether he was a man or a woman. Only when he turned around did he see the old man's face clearly.
This is an old woman wearing a headscarf and carrying a basket. The wrinkles on her face are like cracked fields. She looks to be at least seventy years old.
Realizing that Xie Wuyang hadn't caught up, Yun Wanzhou turned around belatedly and looked at Xie Wuyang with a serious frown.
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the old woman he met when he first arrived at Dashipo.
At this age, he even deceived Yun Wanzhou, but in the end he was transformed by that disgusting monster and was poisoned by some kind of poison. It really left a big shadow on Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang wanted to turn around and leave, but the moment he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the things in the basket and stopped in his tracks.
Noticing Xie Wuyang's gaze, the old woman smiled and asked, "Young Master, why did you come to this deserted place?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly, and he lied casually, "I got lost."
After saying this, he thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know how far this desert ends?"
Looking at the endless desert, the old man sighed, "It's not far. If we continue in this direction for another half a day, we'll be out. If you can make it out alive, you might even see the Azure Sea."
Blue sea?
Hearing the familiar name, Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but grab the disciple token hanging around his waist.
The only remaining imperial tree in the world of cultivation is in the Blue Sky Sea.
The Blue Sea is full of spiritual energy, lush vegetation, and a magnificent scene on earth. It is a good place for cultivation.
But the end of the Blue Sea is not certain.
"You just said, if we can get out alive?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
The old woman sighed, "Yes. The two young men look like outsiders, so they probably don't know that our desert is very strange. The closer you get to the Azure Sea, the more sandstorms there are. If you're not careful, you'll be swept in and disappear forever."
The old woman shook her head, as if she was missing something through the desert. "I've lived here for several years. It was fine at first, until a few months ago, two young men in their early twenties were passing through the desert and were caught in a sandstorm. Neither of them was found alive, and the sandstorm just ended. Since then, it's become more frequent. I used to go to the Blue Sea often to pick wild vegetables to eat, but now I haven't been there in over a month."
After hearing what the old woman said, Xie Wuyang lowered his head and began to think.
Chen Ziyi learned that the monster in Dashipo was actually born three months ago, and at this moment, sandstorms in the desert have been occurring frequently in the past few months.
Is it all just a coincidence?
Xie Wuyang naturally didn't believe it.
If it's not a coincidence, then...
This also proves that his choice to track the man in black was right.
Xie Wuyang felt relieved a little and turned to steal a glance at Yun Wanzhou.
Even though Yun Wanzhou's lips were chapped from lack of water, it did not affect his cold temperament at all, making him look like a superior immortal.
At this moment, the old woman glanced at Xie Wuyang's lips, which were chapped from lack of water, and asked with a smile, "Would you two gentlemen like some water?"
The old woman opened the basket and found some strange-looking grasses and a kettle inside.
The old woman handed the kettle to Xie Wuyang with a loving look in her eyes. "I brought this water from home. It's very clean. You and the other young man can take it and drink it."
This woman was strange. Xie Wuyang didn't even know her identity, so how could he dare to drink the water she gave him?
He shook his head and was about to find an excuse to refuse when a slender hand suddenly caught the old woman's kettle. Yun Wanzhou took out a few high-grade spirit stones from his arms and handed them to the old woman. He then handed the kettle to Xie Wuyang and said, "It's non-toxic."
A full pot of water is about to overflow with just a slight shake.
Xie Wuyang paused and looked at Yun Wanzhou, "Master, do you know this person?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded thoughtfully, "Have you ever heard the story of the Desert Woman?"
Xie Wuyang nodded. "I've heard of it. It's said that a hundred years ago, a young man followed a caravan to a desert. Halfway through their journey, they encountered a sandstorm..."
The sandstorm was so strong that it separated the young man and the caravan. Because the young man was young and unfamiliar with the terrain, he got lost while looking for his companions.
He walked alone in the desert for several days without a drop of water and even ate all the dry food he brought with him. Finally, he died in the desert.
The boy's body was gradually covered by the yellow earth, and eventually no remains were left.
The boy's father died early, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other. He thought that if he could go back home, he could live a good life with his mother, but he never expected that he would be trapped in the desert forever.
The caravan that the boy followed later successfully left the desert. When he told his mother the news of his death, she was heartbroken.
Neighbors in the same village sympathized with the woman and helped her to the best of their ability.
I thought the matter ended there, until one day, the neighbor knocked on the woman's door, but never saw her again.
The woman disappeared. Some people said that she could not accept the news of her son's death and committed suicide by jumping into the lake.
Some people also said that he had seen a woman in the desert. The woman did not believe that her son was dead, so she went to the desert to look for her son, and finally died alone in the desert.
At the end of his speech, Xie Wuyang's eyebrows suddenly raised, "Could this be true? But..."
Xie Wuyang pondered this story circulating in the cultivation world several times and realized a key problem. "This story happened over a hundred years ago. How could an ordinary person survive to this day... Could it be that lady..."
Yun Wanzhou nodded calmly, "It's a ghost."
Xie Wuyang frowned, not quite understanding why Yun Wanzhou chose to buy water from the woman even though he knew there was something wrong with her. He replayed the story of the boy and the woman several times, and suddenly remembered the boy's age.
The young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old when he died, the same age as Xie Wuyang. Could it be that the old lady mistook herself for his son?
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, ignoring the feeling of the dignified Demon Lord being mistaken for his son, and finally understood why Yun Wanzhou was so defenseless.
The old woman was not a hungry ghost. Perhaps she just wanted to have fewer wronged souls like her son in the desert.
But as the Immortal Lord of Cangqiong Mountain, does Yun Wanzhou actually think that ghosts are divided into good and evil?
In the great war in the world of cultivation in the previous life, it was clearly this group of people who invaded the demon world and not only killed him, but also spared no one, including the elderly, the weak, women and children.
But Yun Wanzhou is quite different from this group of people.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but look at Yun Wanzhou twice more.
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