There is a road in Xizhou called the Silk Road. The camel bells are long and the yellow sand is long. It is the hub for overseas trade between Jiuzhou and Jiuzhou. This road starts from Yumen and Yangguan in the southeast and extends to the west.

It is said that this road has no end, and trade can be spread all over the world. On this road, there are cities such as Hulong and Rongya, and even countries such as Khotan. Among them, the most famous country in the Central Plains is Loulan.

It’s not that Loulan has developed trade and strong national strength, but that it’s a sigh of incompleteness of beautiful things overnight. What made Loulan famous in the Central Plains was the ruins that had become a barren land. After the disaster in the Central Plains was subsided, many forces in the Central Plains martial arts world poured into Loulan, and eventually formed a bloody battle that lasted for a year. The ancient country that stood for a hundred years turned into a bubble in the shadows of swords.

What attracted those people was the only mural in Loulan.

Although the Loulan mural is not as famous as the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, it is rumored in the Jiuzhou martial arts world that this mural contains the purest sword intent. As long as you understand the mystery, you can surpass decades of hard practice of swordsmanship. Even the "Sword Ancestor" who used Yifan Sword to seal the road to exiled immortals not long ago was inspired by this mural. She had outstanding sword skills and silently used swords, which started the craze for swordsmanship in the martial arts world.

The Loulan ruins are now full of dead bones, which are left eight years ago. They include those with ulterior motives, and also include the martyrs of the Loulan Kingdom who are fighting for their family and country. The sun shines on the bones, making them even more desolate.

An old man with white hair and beards stood in front of the mural, and a group of children who were only ten years old stood in front of him.

The old man asked to the little boy closest to him, "What do you see from this mural?"

The little boy was eating his fingers and eating it smelled good. After the old man reminded him, he shuddered all over his body. With a "wow", he cried out, "It's so scary!"

"Where is it scary?" the old man gently stroked the boy's head.

"This dragon." The little boy raised his finger that he had just eaten and pointed to the giant dragon flying on the mural.

"Good boy, don't be afraid." Although the old man was comforting, he shook his head silently in his heart. After finally calming the child down, he looked at a calm-looking boy in black in the crowd.

The old man knew this young man very early. The young man in black is the oldest among this group of children. He died at the age of two and grew up eating a hundred families on the Silk Road. Although he was only ten years old, he could help those herders grazing and chopping wood. He had a mature and steady state that was not of this age, and gave people a feeling of honesty and honesty. The young man also noticed that the old man was looking at him, so he consciously walked to the old man.

Although the old man knew him, he had never known his name, so he asked, "What's your name?"

The young man saluted respectfully: "Ling Jianqiu."

A shock flashed in the old man's eyes and asked meaningfully: "Your surname is Ling?"

The boy buried his head and refused to answer, as if he was waiting for the old man's next instructions.

Lao Zheng wanted to say something, but he finally stopped talking. He pointed to the mural and said to Ling Jianqiu: "What can you see from this mural?"

Ling Jianqiu lowered his body and came to the mural. The old man looked at Ling Jianqiu's back, but made up his mind: no matter what the result is, he would accept this young man as his disciple.

"I saw nothing." Ling Jianqiu replied frankly soon.

The old man who had never expressed his joy and anger on his face finally flashed with gloom at this moment and sighed silently in his heart: "Even God doesn't want to help him..."

When the old man calmed down, he saw a strand of white hair appearing among the black hair above Ling Jianqiu's head, which was extremely abrupt, like a touch of frost and snow in the long night.

The old man was shocked, but he could not hear the sadness and joy in his tone: "Okay, okay! The pure heart is exquisite and unrestrained. Sure enough, God really can't bear to deceive me."

All the children present looked over in unison.

The old man looked at Ling Jianqiu and nodded, "Are you willing to practice swords with me?"

"Do you have any food to eat when practicing sword with you?" The honest and honest Ling Jianqiu licked his lips.

The old man smiled knowingly and said, "Of course there is a meal, but it will be very hard to practice swords with me. Are you willing?"

"No matter how hard it is, it will not be as hard as grazing and chopping wood." Ling Jianqiu looked simple.

"Okay!" The old man's calm eyes showed fanaticism, and then turned to the group of children, "Children, let's disperse..."

"I haven't seen this mural yet." A flamboyant and tender voice interrupted the old man.

A handsome child with black hair and black eyes walked out of the crowd.

The moment the child had just walked out, the old man had inexplicably developed great interest in him. The child seemed to be only seven or eight years old, but a wine gourd was hanging around his waist, and his feet were staggering, as if he was about to fall down the next moment. However, the child took such a big step and came to the old man.

The old man smiled and said, "Little brother, are you drunk? Are you drinking at such a young age?"

Luo Feiyu did not reply to him, but looked at the dry bones beside his feet, then looked at the mural in front of him, and said deeply: "Is it because of this painting that the dry bones on the ground are created?"

The old man was surprised, and even Ling Jianqiu, who was beside the old man, could not help but be stunned.

After a long time, the old man said, "Are you not drunk?"

"No." Luo Feiyu suddenly grinned.

"Then are you?" The old man pointed to the wine gourd on Luo Feiyu's waist.

"It's water. Sister Yuechi said that children cannot drink alcohol, so I can only allow me to put the water into the wine gourd to enjoy my appetite." Luo Feiyu picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

The old man frowned, "Luo Yuechi... are you a boy sent by Luo Shen's family!?"

If it were eight years ago, the Luoshen clan would probably be able to shake the entire Xizhou family. Most of the Xizhou is desert, and there are mirages in the desert. A long time ago, the mirages in the desert were unparalleled. Once a person stepped into the mirage, if his mind was unstable and he could not distinguish the mirage, he would die of thirst in the illusion. After the Luoshen clan entered Loulan, he used his own dream technique to set the mirage into an illusion that was indulged in it to protect the peace of the people in Xizhou. However, since the people from the Central Plains martial arts flocked to Loulan, he was beaten to eight points of his luck. The Luoshen clan, who was not in conflict with the world, could only survive in the mirage that was in peace.

The old man was quite surprised, not because he was able to say such profound words, but because he was surprised by Luo Feiyu's acting skills. Although he did not drink, he met many people who were addicted to alcohol when he was young. The old man was already familiar with the drunkenness of a person. However, Luo Feiyu had just pretended to be drunk, but he deceived himself.

"What an interesting boy." The old man smiled and exclaimed, pointing at the mural, "Okay, what can you see on the mural?"

Luo Feiyu put away the wine gourd and began to carefully examine the mural.

This mural is called "Immortal Slashing White Dragon". On the mural, there is a white-haired sword immortal holding a sharp sword in his hand. The sword tip pointed to a giant dragon with several auspicious clouds floating on the dragon's body, and a ray of lightning flashed at the dragon's claws, which was extremely fierce.

"There is a man, a sword, and a dragon." Luo Feiyu carefully explained the content on the mural.

The old man sighed softly, feeling regretful. He was thinking about how to persuade Luo Feiyu to leave tactfully, but Luo Feiyu interrupted his thoughts, "Wait!"

"What?" The old man's eyes lit up and he looked at Luo Feiyu again.

"This is above..."

"What's on it?"

Luo Feiyu stared at him for a long time and nodded thoughtfully, "There are clouds and lightning."

Someone next to him laughed out loud inappropriately.

The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly, raised his hand to pat Luo Feiyu on the shoulder, trying to embrace him beside him, but found that he seemed to be stuck and could not pull him at all.

"This...this is above..." Luo Feiyu murmured, but only felt dazzled. The still mural suddenly moved quickly in his eyes.

He saw the dragon on the mural begin to sway his teeth and claws, revealing his fangs towards the sword, with a murderous aura as cold as autumn frost.

He also faintly felt a slight sound coming from his ears, extremely crisp. After listening carefully, it felt like the sound of a broken sword.

A pleasant sound made Luo Feiyu's mind feel clear. Luo Feiyu slowly condensed his eyes, but found that the sharp sword in the hand of the immortal on the mural collapsed in an instant!

Luo Feiyu felt a swelling and dizzy.

When Luo Feiyu woke up, he was already in a room. The heat was gushing in the room, and the setting sun shone in from the broken window and brushed on Luo Feiyu's face. There were two people sitting on the ground in the room, eating at the table, which was the old man and Ling Jianqiu.

Luo Feiyu sat up and said, "Where is my wine? Where is my wine!?"

The old man picked up the chopsticks and pointed at the table, "Here."

Luo Feiyu stood up, came to the table, ignored the rich dishes, and just picked up the wine gourd and started drinking.

The old man asked with a smile: "This is obviously water, why can you drink it so delicious?"

"I just have wine in my heart." Luo Feiyu put down the wine gourd, but he kept recalling the scene he saw on the mural in his mind, and his brows gradually frowned.

The old man smiled, got up and took a big cake, and handed it to Luo Feiyu, "From today, you will be my apprentice, follow me to practice swords."

"You two are brothers."

Luo Feiyu said confused: "Be your apprentice? Apart from practicing sword, can you learn to drink?"

"I have never drunk alcohol since I was born." The old man picked up the teacup and blew the heat from the tea. "I only drink tea."

"Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names." Luo Feiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the sunset outside the window, and smiled unobstructedly: "Even if the sword is well practiced, it will not be able to achieve any climate without this fragrant wine combination."

"Although the aroma of wine is fragrant, the aroma of tea is also far-reaching." The old man smiled slightly and drank the tea in his hand. "After the aroma was so fragrant that it could still be left at the bottom of the cup."

Luo Feiyu looked at the heat rising from the bottom of the cup and didn't say anything. He just nodded blankly. He suddenly felt that the master's words were very interesting, but he didn't understand.

Then, Luo Feiyu looked at Ling Jianqiu and found that he was stunned when he was looking at the teacup in his hand.

After a long time, Ling Jianqiu picked up the teacup and drank it all. Luo Feiyu looked at the senior brother drinking tea and suddenly smiled.

With such an interesting master and senior brother, it’s worth entering this master’s sect.

Luo Feiyu picked up his fist and said, "See Master! See Senior Brother!"
Chapter completed!