Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain Chapter 340

 When the misty sun emerges from the lead clouds.

 The sky that had been snowing for three to five days finally cleared up.

 wisps of sunlight, crossing the Black Dragon Mountains that stretch across the sea of ​​sand, are projected onto the earth. An ancient, lonely, and mottled ancient city also gradually shows its decline in the light and shadow.

 Obvious dividing lines can be seen on the walls of the ancient city.

 It seems to have been sealed in the sea of ​​sand for countless years.

 Distinction between light and darkness.

Just like the low and damaged city wall on the outside, it not only separates the inside and outside, but also separates the silence and vitality.

 “Oh, it's sunny!”

“Brothers, come out and see, the sun is shining.”

 “Finally no more snow.”

 Outside the city wall.

 In the camps that rise from the ground and look like umbrella canopies.

 The cheers continued.

　　One voice after another opened the curtain door and came out. Looking at the lead-colored clouds that gradually dispersed and the golden light shining down, I felt indescribable excitement.

“Mr. Pat, you have something special. You said it would clear up and it actually came true.”

Generally young people surrounded Pat in the middle, chattering.

“That's not the case, old man, I have lived in the Western Regions for most of my life, so I still have this ability.”

Pat was holding a pipe, smoking it, and said with a smile.

 From Kunmo City to now.

 Almost a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

 He has also been familiar with the big guys for a long time.

 Originally, he was worried that he would be difficult to get along with, but as time went by, he realized that these boys were very enthusiastic and took great care of his old man.

 “This is the old man.”

 Several people gave thumbs up.

The smile on Pat's face couldn't be concealed.

 The Western Regions are not like the Han Dynasty.

Especially because he is from Uighur.

From generation to generation, they can only work for Master Bayi, working as cattle and horses for the shopkeeper's family.

On this trip, he discovered that people, including masters and servants, can get along with each other.

“With the weather being so good, do we have to set off today?”

“Sure, Master Guai said earlier that the trip will not be delayed as soon as the weather clears up.”

 “Coming…”

 While speaking.

Huamaguai seemed to be disturbed by the cheers and walked out of the tent.

Facing the big sun in the sky.

 The sun was shining on my body, and it was actually warm.

 He couldn't help but froze on the spot for a moment.

 He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen this scene.

Since entering the Western Region, it has been either wind, frost, ice and snow, or the sky is full of yellow sand. With such a warm spring breeze, I don't know if I thought it was spring overnight.

 “Why are you still standing there?”

 “Make a fire to cook, pack your luggage, and get ready to return!”

Taking a deep breath.

 A cold feeling passed through his nose and throat.

Having grown up in Xiangyin since childhood, he never thought in his life that the cold in winter actually has a taste.

 Looked at everyone.

Huamaguai said loudly.

The shopkeepers and others have been away for a few days. During these days, they have also dug three feet into the ground of the ancient city of Jingjue. It must be said that although this ancient city in the Western Regions has been visited by countless peers for thousands of years, there are many ancient artifacts left behind. Amazing.

And the style is very different from that of the Han Dynasty.

 He can imagine it all.

 Wait until they return to Chenjiazhuang.

The moment these exquisite utensils appear in the Moving Gold Building, they will be a big shock to those antique collectors and old people.

"yes."

 As he raised his arms and shouted.

In an instant, hundreds of workers responded to the call, and then the troops split up. Some were responsible for making fires and cooking, others were cleaning up tents and campsites, and more were moving and loading goods.

 Outside the entire ancient city, there is a vibrant scene.

Huamaguai also had a rare look of relief on his face.

Ever since the shopkeeper and the others left, the burden on his shoulders has become much heavier. Hundreds of people are far away in the Western Region. Eating and sleeping is not a trivial matter.

What's more.

 In the ancient city under the yellow sand.

Black snakes, sand scorpions and various poisonous creatures are often seen.

 If you are not careful, it will be accompanied by death and injury. The shopkeeper, Kunlun, and Miss Hong are not here, and there is no one to discuss the matter.

 It can be imagined.

How much worry does Huamaguai have to worry about?

fine.

 The weather has cleared up today, so we can finally set off.

It won't be in this ghost place, dry and cold, open your eyes every day, a touch of nose is all blood, and the quilt on his body shakes casually to fall down half a pound of yellow sand.

 If it weren't for those gold and silver weapons.

He would not come here even if he died.

But, it should be said that this desert is also strange. There is no grass or trees growing in the soil, but you can dig out a few pieces of copper coins, gold and silver with just one shovel.

 It would be so easy to fight back.

 They don't have to work so hard these years.

Going back to the tent, he found half a bag of kumiss left, and sat down on a deserted sand dune. Huamaguai took a sip and looked at the busy figures around him, feeling indescribably comfortable.

 Already thinking about it in my mind.

 When we return from this trip and Mingqi is released, it will be a matter of whether to buy land or open some more shops.

Over the years, the Chen family has been running antique shops and pawnshops, but they have been unable to get out of the Three Hunan and Four Rivers.

The uncles at home have mentioned it a few times, but the shopkeeper doesn't seem to care much about it, and always excuses it by saying "wait a little longer" every time.

 But this is business.

Especially in the antique business, you have to rely on time to plan your business slowly.

 Looking at the situation in the world, the world is in chaos.

If a fight breaks out one day, it is said that antiques in prosperous times and gold in troubled times will not be able to sell them, but they will all be lost.

 Even, he has already thought of a place.

 The only cities that can truly be called prosperous cities today are Peiping, Jinmen, Shanghai Beach, Jinling, Jiangcheng, Yangcheng, Hong Kong Island and Fengtian outside the customs.

 Going north is obviously not realistic.

Everyone in the world knows that the sky is about to break in the north. The war has been going on for who knows how many years. Large ships fleeing from the north to the south can be seen on the Yuanjiang River almost every day.

It's definitely not possible to go north at this time.

Then only Jinling, Jiangcheng, Yangcheng, Hong Kong Island and Shanghai Beach are left.

The road between Yangcheng and Hong Kong Island is too far.

  can also be excluded.

 Actually, there are only three options.

Jinling, the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, has been a prosperous city since ancient times. Even if he has never been there, he has heard of the Chaotian Palace Black Market, which is as famous as Panjiayuan in Peiping.

Jiangcheng is located next to the river. It is a land of three towns and has developed water transportation.

 The most important thing is that it is very close to Changsha City.

　　It's easy to take care of it after it has passed.

 As for Shanghai Beach…

Huamaguai raised his head and took a big sip of the strong liquor mixed with the aroma of milk, sliding down his throat and into his stomach. There was some indescribable complexity in his slightly narrowed eyes.

He has heard of that place countless times.

　　　Ten miles away, there is a lot of traffic.

 But more was the Moon Gate that was destroyed overnight.

　　Yes.

 So many years have passed.

 Having to go there after all.

Although Miss Hong didn't say anything, they couldn't pretend not to know about it since they had known each other for so many years.

“Then we'll tentatively decide on these three cities, and then we'll discuss it with the shopkeeper after they're reunited.”

Huamaguai's eyes flashed, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

 “Hmm? Oona…”

 While thinking wildly, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the camp in the distance.

 It seems that he has just returned from the ancient city.

Who else could it be if she wasn't Miss Oona?

　Since the shopkeeper and the others left, Oona has been alone and seldom communicates with others. Since men and women are different, it is difficult for him to ask more questions.

The shopkeeper doesn't know what he thinks.

Huamaguai shook his head.

Hua Ling and Hong Gu were devoted to him, but he was immersed in cultivation and never broke through this layer of window paper.

As an outsider, he didn't dare to say.

After muttering a few words secretly, Huamaguai raised his head and drank the last bit of kumiss in one gulp.

 Then we returned to the camp step by step from the sand dunes.

 Have a simple breakfast with the guys.

 Not long.

 The camel bells are ringing.

 The long team faced the cold wind and headed south from the ancient city of Jingjue. (End of chapter)

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