If such masters were born in Yundutian, there would be nothing surprising.

Yun Dutian must have a deep meaning in purging the demons. The Fire Territory must prepare in advance and figure out Yun Dutian's intentions.

"Fellow Taoist Binder, you think too much."

Qin Sang didn't even look back and walked further and further away.

Fu Xiao looked at the retreating figure with hesitation on his face, but in the end he did not choose to catch up.

…

Soon after, the monks realized that the sand bandits that had been rampant in the past suddenly disappeared.

As the survivors were discovered and various news spread, the story of the Sand Bandits being uprooted gradually spread across the desert and even the Fire Territory.

Those with good intentions boldly explored the bandits' stronghold in the Three Mountains, and saw corpses lying on the ground, and the mountain walls covered with blood and guilt.

The sky is blue and the sun is bright, and it is as dark as the underworld.

These people hurried down the mountain after taking one look, not daring to stay too long. After returning, they always felt frightened when they thought about it.

Then news came out that some famous sects had internal thieves who had an affair with the Sand Bandits. They were also purged, and some even had their mountain gates disabled.

Most of these sects choose to close the mountain and keep it secret.

What is surprising is that there is no reaction from the three fire domain sects.

The turmoil gradually calmed down, and no one knew who was responsible from the beginning to the end.

After a long time, many monks were still grateful for the mysterious man's righteous deeds.

The tragic situation of the sand pirates frightened those with evil intentions. For a long time, no one dared to cause trouble in the desert, and the atmosphere in the world of immortality became very solemn.

It was not until a hundred years later that several waves of sand thieves appeared sporadically, and they were quickly wiped out by the joint efforts of the major immortal sects.

…

Walking through the desert and entering the Gobi, I finally saw a touch of green.

After passing the Gobi, there are undulating peaks and endless barren mountains. Not only are mortals unable to live here, but even the figures of immortal cultivators are rare.

A white cloud flew by leisurely.

Qin Sang stood in the clouds, looking at the scenery below, and suddenly said: "Look at the flow of these rivers. If you go a few hundred miles south, there will be people. Then we will find a boat and take the boat south."

Luohou didn't have any objections. After coming down the mountain, he always abided by his duties as a mount.

Suzaku suddenly became excited, flopping up and down, and kept asking, "Are there really so many delicious things in the world?"

Along the way, Qin Sang explained the world to Xiao Wu. He remembered that Xiao Wu was interested in the food at Juxian Tower, so he said a few more words.

Unexpectedly, Suzaku heard it.

"When it comes to fine seasonings and expensive ingredients, how can a mortal compare to a cultivator? But food is the most important thing for people, and different places have different customs and customs, which will always allow you to constantly discover new and novel things..."

As he spoke, white clouds passed over the mountains. Qin Sang noticed that the mountains in front gradually eased, the river opened up, and man-made fortifications began to appear on the river bank. He said: "There are people in front of us, let's go down."

Qin Sang used a blind trick, and the white clouds jumped forward, and then fell straight to a mountain road on the river bank.

The river is relatively gentle, and there is a simple wooden dock on each side of the river. The wooden piles soaked in the water have obvious signs of decay, and they look like they are old.

After landing from the pier, there is a main road extending towards the land, which becomes narrower as you go forward, and finally separates into several small roads and disappears into the mountains and forests.

There is a awning boat tied to each of the two docks, both of which are used to entertain guests. It seems that there is a clear division of labor.

The shipowner on the east side is a skinny old man, working his way up and down, busy moving materials to the ship, carrying water and cleaning. The shipowner on the west side is strong and strong, leaning on the bow of the ship, crossing his legs and squinting in the sun.

Before the boat sailed, there were customers waiting on the docks on both sides.

The old man kept apologizing to the guests and kept saying: "It's coming! It's coming!"

The guests naturally didn't mind, and some even took the initiative to help.

The strong man was too lazy to talk to the boat passengers, so there was no one to communicate with him. The boat passengers looked at the east coast with some envy.

A little closer to the side of the boat, you could smell the rancid smell inside, but you didn't dare to complain in front of the strong man, so you could only secretly cover your nose and worry about the next trip.

Qin Sang naturally chose the east boat, landed on a mountain road on the east coast, and led his horse on foot.

"Hey, a Taoist priest is here."

"Where did the Taoist priest come from here?"

"Oh, what a handsome girl, did you fall asleep on the horse?"

…

Qin Sang was talking among the boat passengers approaching the shore.

When Qin Sang came closer, the passengers on the boat stopped talking, showed kind smiles, and some even bowed irregularly.

There are gods and Taoists in the world, no matter whether they are capable or not, it will never go wrong to treat each other with courtesy.

Moreover, the Taoist priest in front of me has flowing sleeves and has a somewhat mundane temperament. Maybe he is really a master of Taoism.

"Boatman, my poor horse is a little tired, can you make a quick trip?"

Qin Sang asked warmly.

This awning boat is not small, and it is more than enough to accommodate a horse.

"this……"

The old man put down the firewood, rubbed his hands, and felt a little embarrassed, "I can waive the Taoist priest's boat fare for you, but this horse..."

Despite the fact that there are not many boat passengers now, there are only two boats going down the river from many docks along the way to Beikuo County.

People from both sides of the Taiwan Strait depend on them when entering the city, and it often gets crowded halfway through.

"There is no need to waive the boat fare. Let the horses rest. We will get off the boat when there are more people, okay?"

Qin Sang took out a few copper coins.

He had no copper coins, so he pinched a piece of silver and exchanged it from the old man's money box.

"Well, there's really no need for shipping fares!"

The old man refused to accept the offer.

Not long after, at three poles in the sun, the old man stacked the firewood neatly and called the passengers on board.

There were about the same number of people on both sides of the strait. When Qing Ma boarded the boat, the hull on this side had obviously sunk.

The owner of the boat on the west side untied the reins, held the oar, and rowed hard. The awning boat divided the water and broke the waves. The speed of the boat was comparable to that of a clipper, leaving a white line on the river, leaving them far behind.

The old man was not in a hurry, rowing slowly and talking and laughing with the boat passengers.

Everyone glanced at the stern of the boat from time to time. Qin Sang and Xiao Wu were sitting on the ground. Suzaku lay on Qin Sang's shoulder and dozed off, and the green horse stood aside.

Everyone would be curious about this combination, but no one dared to disturb it for fear of accidentally violating a Taoist taboo.

They have already acquiesced that Qin Sang is upright, otherwise how could he dare to walk around with a baby girl?

The river did not go straight south. After a while, it suddenly turned west. The river narrowed and the water became turbulent. This saved the old man some energy.

Soon, the second pier came into view.

There were only three people on the dock. There was a little boy about ten years old with a big bundle at his feet. When he saw the boat, he waved excitedly.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

The tender voice of a child came, and the old man had a smile on his face. He rowed a few times and quickly docked, "You'er, have you bought it?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little boy nodded vigorously, "Uncle Zhao said that the harvest has been good recently and he has made a lot of bacon. It smells so good!"

As he said this, the little boy picked up the heavy baggage and shouted, before waiting for the boat to reach a stable position, he jumped onto the boat in three steps and two steps at a time. The old man was so frightened that he quickly dropped his oar and stretched out his hand to hold on.

"Nonsense!"

The old man raised his hand as if to strike.

"whee……"

The little boy rushed into the cabin like a loach, and soon there were shouts and screams inside.

"Wow! Grandpa caught a lot of fish today..."

"Wow! There is also a yellow tooth!"

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had Huangyazi. The one last year was so fragrant and plump!”

…

The little boy yelled but moved quickly and tightly, carrying the boiler seasonings to the bow, taking the slaughtered fish from the fish basket, and then moving to the stern to carry firewood.

"Wow!"

Suddenly seeing a green horse, the little boy couldn't help shouting, "What a tall and mighty horse!"

What man wouldn't want to own a BMW, let alone such a majestic horse?

The little boy showed a fascinated expression and stared at Qingma in trance, and then he noticed Qin Sang and Xiao Wu.
To be continued...