ps: Sorry: I admit my mistake to everyone. I am eager to finish the book recently. In addition, I have not taken it back after the holiday, and I wrote a bit sloppy. I will write the next final story in detail. Please forgive me.

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In fact, the vast Western Regions are not completely deserted. Some people are scattered in the Gobi Desert bordering Daliang, producing various glassware. In the Gobi Desert near Daliang, they are rich in grape wine.

People in the Western Regions are collectively called Hu people.

The total population was counted once in the Shunzong era, just a few hundred thousand people.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and it does not produce mineral veins. Even the abundant iron tools need to be purchased and replaced from Daliang. All dynasties did not use military force to add to the Western Regions, which was considered a little kindness of the king.

The Hu people are already desolate.

Of course, the most important thing is that even if you conquer the Western Regions, there will be no benefit.

Glass utensils can be replaced.

Once the food can be exchanged for several trucks, the grapes and wine are even more so. They are extremely cheap in the Western Regions, but when they arrive at Daliang, they are controlled by the court, and officials and wealthy businessmen must not have them.

In the middle of the spring of the first year of Dading, when someone in Dali killed Duan Daxing, Duan Daoxing, the first person in Jiandao with the fingering technique of "Jingzhe", deep in the Western Regions, there was a ragged boy carrying a skin made of sheep's stomach, filled with precious water, and continued to move deeper.

The boy's name is Ramanujam.

Ramanujam was dressed in rags. Judging from his style, he actually had a Confucian shirt from Daliang. This is actually a symbol of identity for many tribes in the Western Regions. It cannot be worn by non-tribal wealthy people or chief families.

Ramanujam's identity is indeed not low. He is the second son of the patriarch of the most marginal tribe of the Western Regions named Kshatriya tribe.

One month after the empress changed its reign to Dading, Ramanujam left the tribe and went deeper into the Gobi Desert - carrying the hope of the tribe's owner in the name of the leader of the Kshatriya.

On the first day of changing the era of Dading, the entire Western Regions suddenly developed fusion.

That day, sand and stones flew, mountains and ground, houses collapsed, and everyone could not stand, as if the earth was shaking under their feet, and a layer of soft water paper was formed under their feet.

From the depths of the Western Regions, a huge tornado swept across the sky and the earth, wind and sand covered the world for two days and two nights, blowing down countless houses, and even thousands of people were ruined in this storm.

No one knows what happened.

Ramanujam set out under such circumstances. For the sake of his tribe, he had to investigate. For this reason, he had been walking for two months.

Fortunately, the ability he has learned since childhood has always allowed Ramanujam to find water in the next door to Huanhuan, but today, he has seen despair because there are fewer and fewer water sources that can be discovered.

At most, he will be back in half a month.

This Gobi desolated too many warriors from the Kshatriya tribe. Countless people once entered this Gobi destiny, hoping to find a more suitable place for the tribe to survive, but no one could do it.

Those who went there have never been back.

Half a month later, Ramanujam was completely desperate and walked through countless sand dunes. He still did not see hope. The clear water in the sheepskin can only provide him with the minimum demand for his life for one day.

On this day, he could only use it to return to find the nearest water source.

Can't move forward any more.

Ramanujam was unwilling to give up, but had to accept the reality. Finally, hesitated for a long time, and finally looked back at the direction of his hometown.

The lips that were dry and visible to the flesh were opened.

Smiled.

My deep love in my soul...goodbye.

For you, I am willing to go further, just for that slight opportunity. My wish is just for the people of my tribes to one day enjoy the endless water source, and to cultivate fertile land like those people in Daliang, and to build countless private schools and schools on the soil at will...

Ramanujam took off the sheepskin bag and drank the water inside.

forward!

Keep moving forward!

The son of Kshatriya will never retreat—even if he is dead!

I'm going further.

Ramanujam staggered around in a step.

He wanted to go to the dune to take a look.

Look at this Gobi Desert that had imprisoned the Kshatriya tribe for more than a thousand years. He hated this Gobi Desert, and of course he hated the people of Daliang even more. He guarded such a fertile land but did not cherish it. There were wars every ten or a hundred years.

The tribes in the Western Regions were not without ambitions, but during the Dayan Dynasty, many tribes united together and tried their best to build a 30,000 army. As soon as they walked out of the next door, they could not even set up camp on that fertile land, they were beaten to pieces by the Dayan Iron Cavalry.

The tribes in the Western Regions dare not expect anything more.

Ramanujam knew that the last hope of Kshatriya and even the entire Western Regions was not Daliang. After this Gobi Desert, as long as he could go out, his tribe members could go out.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. At this moment, Ramanujam climbed the dunes with despair.

After drinking the last water, he could hold on for half a day.

But half a day... I was able to cross this sand dune. After the sand dune, there was still endless unknowns, like an extremely huge sand beast, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing itself.

I will die.

The body will dry up in a few days. As the wind and sand erode, it will eventually become a corpse and be submerged under the gravel. No one knows that there was a young man in this place who walked thousands of miles with hope.

One step, two steps...

It's hard to go step by step.

Ramanujam knew that he was about to die, and that the dune was far higher than he had seen.

But he did not give up.

Even if you die, you have to take a look at the darkness and despair behind the dunes.

Ramanujam failed to walk up the dunes.

He climbed up.

The moment he climbed up, he had no strength left, and could only crawl on the sand dune weakly. He even lost the strength to look up at the sand dune.

Am I going to die?

Can my tribe members no longer see hope?

Ramanujam's thoughts gradually became chaotic.

However……

A stream of salty air crashed into his nose without warning, and the air blowing from behind the sand dunes seemed to have a faint sweet taste. Ramanujam smiled bitterly. Is this the last bit of pity that the god Indra gave him?

Ramanujam used all his last strength, raised his head slightly, and looked out of the corner of his eyes at the dune behind.

Then……

He saw the mirage!

In the distance, in the extreme, a towering cliff blocked the sky and the earth, entered a Great Wall, lying in the endless desert, above the cliff, towering fog, clouds evaporate.

Ramanujam smiled, it was so good.

This is the fairyland on earth that I long for with all my tribe members.

Unfortunately, it is a mirage.

Perhaps, it is just a prefecture and county scenery that is common in Daliang...

Ramanujam wanted to cry, but he could no longer shed a single tear.

Close your eyes slowly.

From the nine heavens behind him, muffled thunder rolled in... Ramanujam's tired body could no longer move. He thought this was just an illusion before his death. After all, this was in the desert, where did muffled thunder come from.

There are thunder and rain, which is only found in dreams, and the cool scenery recorded in simple books.

But the next moment, when an indescribable energy slashed Ramanujam's skin like a knife, he suddenly shuddered, and the unyielding soul in his life stirred up his last strength, turned over and sat up, and looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, from the direction when I came, a long sword, an extremely huge sword, or - that was a dragon!

A water dragon!

A water dragon is like a sword, crossing the boundless desert and falling into the mirage in the distance.

Ramanujam learned swordsmanship with the old man in the tribe who had been on a mission to Lin'an of Daliang. He was not very good at it. According to the rules set by the Empress of Daliang, it was considered to be the Jade Pu realm.

Even so, he could feel the sword intent contained in the water dragon.

It is very lonely, as if it has been independent of the mountain for hundreds or thousands of years. The indescribable loneliness actually makes people feel sad, as if they are in the scene.

At this moment, Ramanujam could actually understand the sorrow of the person who drew the sword.

Dugu Qiubai's sorrow.

It is even more full of aloofness, the sword is silent, but it is full of words, with only one sentence: Don’t bully me, Daliang, no one!

Ramanujam suddenly became ecstatic.

He was not shocked by this extremely huge water dragon, which was not fast at all compared to the huge Great Wall in the distance. This water dragon seemed to be the water of the entire East China Sea.

What he was ecstatic about was that the sword was real.

So……

The Great Wall in the distance and the fairyland on earth above the Great Wall are not mirages.
To be continued...