After two months, the green gradually filled the whole land, in addition to the green in the eyes, there were also undulating stone mountains and rivers as clear as glass ribbons, the sky was blue and blue, and the white clouds of the big lumps were pressed very low, and the light and shade were clear and distinct.

The cultivation resources of Xiyuan are relatively rich but there are no large sects, and here there are large and small mortal nomadic tribes as the main body, and the scattered cultivators are stationed in the tribes, sheltering the tribal herdsmen and livestock while accepting the offerings of the tribe.

This unusual situation is all due to the "Qin Shi Huang" thousands of years ago - in order to prevent the whereabouts of the missing "Qin Shi Huang" from returning to the Western Plains to "unify the Xiuzhen Realm" again, or other amazing Xiuzhen wizards to follow the example of "Qin Shi Huang" to unify the Western Plains, the five super sects of the Beichuan Ice Dao Sect, the Zhonglu Huatu Sect, the Hongyang Sect, the Dongyang Langzi Sect and the Nanmo Leng Cone Sect have shouldered the mission of guarding the peace of the Xiuzhen Realm and preventing the Zhongxing of the Western Plains. The "supervisory commissioners" of the five sects have been stationed in Xiyuan for a long time in turn, and they are vigilant against abnormal conditions, and as long as there are middle-class and high-ranking teenagers with qualifications, they will be brought back to their own sect by the commissioners, so as to extinguish the possibility of Xiyuan being shrouded in bloody wind again from the source; not only that, but the large resource points of Xiyuan have also been occupied by the five major sects in the name of "rational development and utilization."

Therefore, only those casual cultivators or exiled monks with mediocre qualifications and who are really desperate will go to the Western Plains and attach themselves to a certain tribe, in exchange for some cultivation resources by helping the herdsmen and herds of their tribe resist the attacks of demon beasts. Occasionally, a monk would take a few young people with mediocre qualifications as apprentices and set up a small sect with less than ten people—a sect with more than ten people would not be able to pass the approval of the "overseer".

The scattered Nishihara monks did not dare to be angry or speak out about the current situation in Nishihara.

......

Sitting on a paper plate and dressed in silver-white Ice Dao Sect costumes, Shangguan Danqing took the work - the spiritual liquid in the blue and white porcelain vase could reach one-fifth of the maximum capacity.

He saw dozens of "cow-like creatures" in front of him—their size resembled the buffalo of Zhang Ning's world, with knotted muscles on their backs, but their limbs were thin and short, and their heads were only the size of a basketball, which looked very uneven—and they contained a lot of aura in their bodies.

A mortal is grazing.

"Shangguan Danqing" fell behind the shepherd and asked, "What kind of spirit beast is this?"

The shepherd was startled, but quickly calmed down, and after a few glances at the young monk of the Ice Dao Sect who had descended from the sky, he reluctantly replied, "Spirit animal, Siloin Ox." The expression was as if to say, "I don't even know this kind of common sense, so I'm embarrassed to cultivate immortals?"

"Shangguan Danqing" tilted his head and scratched his earlobes, too lazy to care about the shepherd's "disrespect".

He turned his attention to the sirloin ox—the animal that contains the aura is called the spirit animal, which should not be enjoyed by mortals, but is most likely the special offering of some large tribe monk—the name is so rich in meaning that it must have tasted good, so he said, "Sell me a few." ”

Without hesitation, the shepherd raised his nostrils and said, "Not for sale!"

...... This is very badly beaten, is it because the monks of Nishihara are too discerning, and mortals can't distinguish the boundary between them and the monks?—— do you want to beat them?

Seeing that this Ice Dao Sect monk stared at him and the herd, his face changed and changed, and he finally had a little mortal consciousness, and hurriedly flicked his whip and drove the livestock towards the nearby valley. Instead of choosing a gentle hill, he drove the Sirlen herd towards a steep canyon on the north side.

"Shangguan Danqing" suddenly became interested--this shepherd's attitude and behavior were quite suspicious, and there must be an ulterior secret! He put on an invisibility talisman, sat on a disposable paper tray, and leisurely followed the herd and the herdsman.

The valley pasture road is very narrow with only two oxen running side by side, flanked by steep stone walls, and the gravel ground is covered with a thin layer of ice, and the yellow ash is mixed with the snow and ice ballast, on which the hooves of the oxen slip every two or three steps.

After the herd had been marching for an hour, the sun shifted in the west, and the temperature in the valley plummeted by more than ten degrees. The shepherd was visibly irritable, and the whip became more frequent. The Sirloin cattle trotted in a panic, and more than a dozen of them fell on the gravel and were wounded, but the shepherd threw the whip harder and thrier, urging the herd forward, with no intention of slowing down.

After another tea time, the light in the narrow valley became darker, and a large field of snow blew in front of it, and after only a dozen breaths, the snow fell so densely that it was almost impossible to see the road ahead. The herd was exhausted and staggered, and several of them were planted every ten or so steps, and the shepherd hurried with his hands and feet and the sirloin oxen that helped the stragglers.

As they were trudging, the snow at the top of the cliff above suddenly loosened and fell with a thud. The herd of cattle walking in front was startled by the sudden noise behind them, and they ran forward on their emaciated four legs, while a dozen or so cattle behind were buried in the snow because they could not dodge.

The shepherd touched the sweat from his forehead and spat to the side—if he hadn't dodged in time, he himself would have been buried in the snow.

"Shangguan Danqing" watched quietly, as silent as the rocks on the cliff next to him.

The shepherd did not chase the distant herd, and after taking a few breaths, he gritted his teeth and took out an old talisman "flame" from his leather robe and threw it on the snow that buried the herd, and then lit a fire and threw it accurately on the talisman.

In an instant, the surface of the snow burned. The white yellowish snow burns with a blue flame, like lit lemon-flavored ice cream poured with spirits, and it is very beautiful.

After a dozen breaths, the heat from the combustion melted most of the snow, revealing the larger rocks in the pasture. After a few more breaths, two-thirds of the flames were extinguished, leaving only a few blue flames still burning, continuing to melt the snow around them.

The distressed sirloin cows were wet and exposed, and they struggled to break free from the snow nest with their four thin legs.

The shepherd drove the sirloin cattle that had fallen behind, and after a quarter of an hour they finally caught up with the herd ahead.

It was soon getting dark, and the shepherd looked even more nervous, even more nervous than he had just encountered in a small avalanche. With a desperate swing of his whip, he forced the exhausted Sirloin herd to climb a steep slope at the end of the canyon at an angle of nearly 50 degrees.

The shepherd pushed, kicked, shouldered, and overheaded, and after a tea time, finally sent the whole herd of sirloin cattle to the valley platform above the slope.

The platform is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with only one slope exit – the ground is uneven, like the bed of a large dry lake – and Shangguan Tanqing guesses that the canyon he passed through was probably formed by the discharge of the dammed lake here many years ago.

The half-dead sirloin cows were panting heavily, their sweat was covered with frost, and more than two dozen sirloin cows, injured and buried by avalanches, lay on the ground, dying.

After counting the number of sirloin cattle in a panic, the shepherd did not care about the uneven surface of the slope, and slid down the slope like a slide, stumbling down the same path.

At the same time, the last ray of light in the valley was gone.