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Mr. Yan?Who is that?Lian Zhu Xian's first reaction was to shake his head in denial.

But he thought about it suddenly again——Mr. Yan, Ah Ding... Could it be that this name came from his own nickname?

But it wasn't quite right, there were only a few people who knew the nickname "A-Ting", except Xuan Tong, Ah Qing, a few brothers from the Five Immortals, and Mr. Feng Zhang.

If it was them, why would they suddenly appear in such an unreliable place?And he didn't take the initiative to show up, he only sent Xiao Er to test him out.

It is obvious that there is something tricky.

Thinking of this, Lian Zhu Xian neither nodded nor shook his head, but asked the waiter instead: "Why did the shopkeeper ask such a question?"

The little one didn't hide anything: "If it's Mr. Yan, the little one received an order from a distinguished guest this morning, saying that he must treat him well. The room has already been prepared in the store."

Is it such a good thing?Lian Zhu Xian was dubious, and asked again: "Then how did you recognize that Mr. Yan?"

Xiaoer said: "To tell you the truth, that Mr. Yan is said to be just like you, with black hair and blue eyes, and he is also uncommonly good-looking. Just for this single business, I have squatted at the door for several hours , There are eight hundred people coming and going, but the people who meet the requirements only see you."

Listening to his full of praise, it doesn't seem like he has any malice.Lian Zhuxian asked him one more question: "Who told you to entertain Mr. Yan?"

Xiao Er put on a trick: "If you are Mr. Yan, you should know everything and say everything."

Lian Zhuxian thinks he is long-winded: "Then what if I say I am?"

Xiao Er's eyes lit up immediately, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Then I dare to ask you, sir, which one do you prefer, Gorgon Fruit Cake or Osmanthus Cake?"

What the hell kind of question is this?Lian Zhuxian was stunned for a moment, Yunpian Cake and Osmanthus Cake are both snacks from the Central Plains, and he has never eaten them a few times, how to judge?

But wait a minute, he suddenly recalled that on the morning when he and Fengzhangjun Yiyi parted, there were these two kinds of pastries in the food box that Fengzhangjun specially brought.At that time, Feng Zhangjun did ask exactly the same question.

"I prefer Wangchenju's Yunpian Cake." Lian Zhuxian replied without thinking, and immediately asked, "Where is Mr. Fengzhang? Where is he?!"

The waiter hurriedly waved his hand to signal Lian Zhu Xian to be safe and not to worry: "Mr. Yan, don't worry! That fairy came to the store early in the morning. After paying for the room, he left a message and left. He said he wanted to come back. But according to the direction he left, he was probably going to the Western Regions. Since he is the fairy king of the Central Plains, he will come back..."

Lian Zhuxian didn't listen to his rambling, and asked again: "Where's the room?"

Xiao Er led Lian Zhu Xian up to the second floor of the inn in the backyard.Feng Zhangjun booked the best room here for practicing Zhu Xian, and it is said that he even cleaned it extra, it was indeed clean and fresh.

But at this moment, the most important thing for Lian Zhuxian is that there is still a small white bird parked on the bed frame.

The person who booked the room was really Feng Zhangjun.

After sending Xiao Er down to prepare food and drinks, Lian Zhuxian closed the door tightly, and only then began to listen to the message from the little white bird.

The little bird opened its mouth, and it was indeed Feng Zhangjun's voice, still only a few words, instead of repeating nonsense such as "I miss you, how are you", instead told Lian Zhuxian "Go west, The less people are populated, the post stations will gradually disappear, so you should rest properly during these days to conserve your energy.”

It really sounded very caring, but Lian Zhu Xian's thoughts turned in another direction—how did Feng Zhangjun know his whereabouts? !

Before, it was a little strange that the little white bird could accurately arrive at the paintings in the Valley of the Five Immortals, but now Fengzhang-Jun has calculated in advance that he will live in this inn, which means he already knows his whereabouts like the back of his hand!

Why is this so?Lian Zhu Xian thought for a moment, and immediately thought of the most likely answer.

He immediately unbuttoned his skirt, and looked down at his chest—the mark of Taoist companion has faded to the point of being almost invisible now, but Lian Zhu Xian couldn't ignore its existence.

Is it related to Taoist seal?It must be... Other than that, how else can Feng Zhangjun keep track of his whereabouts at any time? !

But at the time when the seal was formed, Feng Zhangjun didn't mention a word about it... No, when the seal was formed, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to other things at all...

Lian Zhuxian scratched his hair in annoyance, and drove all the inappropriate lace memories out of his mind.

To be honest, this function of Taoist seal made him very, no, it can be said to be extremely annoyed.Although he is not a person who is particularly fond of freedom, he still feels very uncomfortable when he thinks that his whereabouts are always in the hands of others—even if that person is Feng Zhangjun.

What's more, the current situation is far from being as simple as "not being free" - Lian Zhu Xian has not forgotten that the main task of his trip is to go to the depths of the vast sea to find the former leader of Nosoma and the Gu King.And as long as his whereabouts are in Fengzhangjun's hands, not only the secret of the Five Immortals, but even the current location of Yirugong, who is hiding from the world, will be exposed.

Although Lian Zhuxian believed that even if Feng Zhangjun knew about it, he might not do anything out of the ordinary, but this feeling of being controlled still made Lian Zhuxian very uneasy.

There is no other way, before entering the vast sea desert, he must find Feng Zhangjun, have a serious talk with him, and persuade him to cancel the Taoist seal - this is very likely to cause conflicts between them, but practicing Zhu Xian knew that he had to solve this problem as soon as possible.

Without further ado, he immediately folded a piece of Ying Luo talisman paper into the shape of a bird, but he only made one request to the messenger White Bird: He wants to meet Feng Zhangjun, the sooner the better.

The little bird jumped onto the window sill and looked left and right for a while, as if looking for the location of Feng Zhangjun, the owner of the talisman paper.It took a long time before it flapped its wings and disappeared into the dark night in a short while.

Lian Zhuxian leaned against the window and waited for the reply.Not far away are the steep and barren mountains of the Northland, majestic and undulating, stern and silent under the moonlight.

A whole night passed, and the little white bird did not return.

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Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, it didn't affect Lian Zhu Xian's serious business at the moment.In the early morning of the next day, he left the inn and continued on his way on horseback.

The further you go to the northwest, the more desolate the surrounding scenery becomes.

The rolling and barren mountainous area turned into a high platform of loose and dry loess, and the loess was quickly blown away by the strong wind, and Lian Zhuxian entered the Gobi world.

As Feng Zhangjun said in his message, even on the official road, the number of post stations is constantly decreasing.In the past, I was able to meet seven or eight seats a day, until I was able to catch up with a lodging place at sunset every day, which is already very good.

And for three or four nights in a row, Lian Zhuxian encountered a similar situation in the inn where he was staying - Feng Zhangjun paid the money in advance and told the inn to leave Lian Zhuxian with the best and cleanest guest room no matter what.

However, since a little white bird parked in the first inn, the guest rooms in the following inns were all empty, and there were no messages left.

Lian Zhuxian inquired about the shopkeepers of these inns, and learned an intriguing news: all the rooms in these inns were reserved by Feng Zhangjun at different times on the same day, and that was when Lian Zhuxian arrived. The day of the first inn.

Connecting the scheduled times of all the inns, Lian Zhu Xian could see Feng Zhangjun flying westward with his sword along the official road, carefully calculating Lian Zhu Xian's footsteps to figure out where he might end up, and then set a high price in advance Leave the guest room to avoid Lian Zhu Xian, an inexperienced long-distance traveler, suffering from the miscellaneous affairs with caravans, bodyguards, salt merchants, and Hu merchants in the Western Regions.

Should it be said that he cared, or that he cared to the point of creepiness?

What made Lian Zhuxian even more unpredictable was that the little white bird he sent out had not sent any news back so far.The Feng Zhangjun who had been diligently doing everything for Lian Zhu Xian suddenly seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no more news.Where is he and what is he doing these days? !

Although there is still a "debt" to be settled between each other, this does not prevent Lian Zhu Xian from being worried about Feng Zhangjun at this moment.

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On the morning of the second day after entering the Gobi region, Lian Zhuxian changed into the outfit he had prepared in advance, and replaced the horse with a camel.With a slightly clumsy posture, he adapted to the new experience that was more swaying than riding a horse for a while, and finally mastered the correct riding method, and drifted with the camel.

Half an hour later, he saw the vast desert.

At that moment, the eternal order between heaven and earth seemed to be broken right in front of his eyes.

The hills on the land are no longer hard and stable, but soft and flowing—it seems that before the ages, there was an extremely cruel battle between heaven and man, which crushed the mountains into powder; Years later, the souls of these mountains are still like ghosts, moving quietly with the wind on the vast and uninhabited land.

No one wants to go deep into the hinterland of the Hanhai Desert, because it is dry, barren, hot and cold, and unpredictable.The experienced caravans had already chosen a roundabout but safe route as early as the last station - going north or south, far away from the core area of ​​the vast sea known as the "Sea of ​​Death".

But the purpose of practicing Zhu Xian is different from theirs, he is going to the center of the sea of ​​death.

The road left by the ancient caravan quickly disappeared under the feet, and the camels began to move slowly along the ridgeline at the top of the dune.

Looking around, there are only huge white-gold sand dunes left in the surroundings. It doesn't look like the world, but it looks like the most absurd dream.

There was no sound of wind, and not a single sound could be heard between the sky and the earth. Lian Zhu Xian had never encountered such absolute silence, so quiet that he even began to feel his eardrums beating.

Lonely.Absolutely powerful, creepy and huge loneliness.

Lian Zhu Xian had to try to pat the camel's saddle, or hum some melodies from his throat.But at the moment when the silence was broken, he couldn't help but began to miss the people and things behind those melodies, as if he could never get out of this dead sea of ​​sand in his life.

Just as the sun was slanting to the west, Lian Zhuxian took a lot of effort to climb up the highest sand dune, and found a flat land not far away from the wind.He led his camel to spend the night there, but he spent the whole night looking up at the vast night sky above his head.

From a long time ago, he felt that the Milky Way in the sky was like a huge eye, half-bright, half-blind, looking down at all living beings in the world.

In the past, he always fantasized about whether this eye was staring at him.However, at this moment, he wants to know more, whether this eye in the sky is also silently watching Feng Zhangjun who does not know where he is?

Even Lian Zhu Xian didn't feel it, since the moment he stepped into this vast sea and desert, a kind of inexplicable melancholy and uneasiness gradually surrounded him.

And that's precisely what's really scary about this desert.

The author has something to say: I still clearly remember that at two o'clock in the afternoon that day, I stood on the road from Yumenguan to Lop Nur via Devil City, and felt that I had left the earth and came to another planet.Huge grotesque rocks towered over the bare ground, the sky was as silent as a printed oil painting, and the ground was so hot that the soles of shoes could be melted.

But the most terrifying thing was the absolute silence.I think that since I was born, my ears have never been separated from the sound. Whether it is the sound of the wind, the singing of birds, or the sound of cars and people talking, as long as I listen, there will always be something in the distance.But on that road, no matter how hard you try to prick your ears, you can't hear a single sound.

Another impressive point is that when the mobile phone is taken out of the bag, it can be hot enough to boil eggs in a few seconds...

Actually, I quite like that place...it's super, super, surreal orz