"Why is the paste called paste?" Ji Shiyu asked Chu Rouge.

"It's white and soft, it's not just mush. Chu Rouge said as a matter of course.

"Wouldn't it sound good to be called Xiaoxue?"

Chu Rouge said: "It never snows in our Southern Tang Dynasty." ”。

"You haven't left Nantang?".

"Yes, when I was fighting, I went to the Wu Kingdom in the east and the Great Sui in the west, and I also went to the Miao family village in the south a few times, and I saw a lot of blood, but there was no snow once. ”

"Where are we going next?" asked Chu Rouge in the same language.

Chu Rouge tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally his eyes lit up, and he said, "Go eat Liu Ji's pastries." ”。

The teahouse is not far from Liu Ji, cross the bridge and turn right, which is a matter of dozens of steps.

The reason why Chu Rouge wanted to eat Liu Ji's pastries was also very simple, because she saw it. She sat by the window against the wall, and when she was drinking tea, she happened to see the clean black flag with the four big characters of Liu Ji pastry written on it being blown up by the breeze, and a boy in a simple Taoist robe, holding a broken silver in his hand, looking forward to it.

"That pastry should be delicious. Chu Rouge thought.

Chu Rouge's foot was lightly kicked, and when she came back to her senses, she found that Ji Shiyu was motioning for her to look at the group of people sitting in the corner.

It was four people, three men and one woman. The dress is not much different from that of the locals, but neither the language nor the gas is at all like the Southern Tang people. If anything, they are more like those hunters in the mountain villages. The color of the exposed skin is dark, about dark yellow, even the woman's skin is wheat-colored, and when she speaks, she does not have the grace that a Nantang woman should have, she speaks very quickly, and her eyes are particularly bright.

The four of them were wrapped in loose clothes, and it was difficult to see how their figures were, but Chu Rouge deduced that compared to their tall bodies, clothes of that size could still look loose on their bodies, and they must be lean and sturdy bodies. The four of them did not have the kind of 'qi' that cultivators only have, but it weirdly gave Ji Shiyu a sense of danger, which also aroused his interest.

Chu Rouge quietly dipped his finger in the water, and wrote a small word 'barbarian' on the table.

To the south of the Southern Tang Dynasty is Qianmiao, that is, the southern frontier of the northern population, where the terrain is lower, the mountains, waters and forests are dense, and the number of poisons and demon beasts is second only to that large forest in the night where there is a demon palace in the legend. In terms of the size of the area, it is even larger than the miasma.

And in the south of thousands of Miao villages, there is a mountain range that stretches for millions of miles, I don't know how high, called Tianduan Mountain, legend has it that on the other side of Tianduan Mountain, there lives an ethnic group that is no less than the continent north of the entire mountain range, and they are called barbarians.

The reason why the barbarians are called barbarians is because since ancient times, every 3,000 to 5,000 years, they will cross the continuous snow-capped mountains and wage war against the dynasties in the north, of course, all of them end in failure.

The Northern Dynasty had intended to go south and unite with Qianmiao to attack the barbarians in the south, but they eventually returned because they could not find a way to pass through the Tianduan Mountain Range. The masters of the Divine Elephant Realm have entered no less than ten times, and they either gave up halfway and escaped with serious injuries, or they simply went back without returning. The barbarians, who had been captured in the war, were vague about how their army had come to the other side of the mountains, saying only that it was a miracle!

Another reason is that their cultivation system and methods of fighting are completely different from those of the people in the north of the mountain range. There, all the people believed in the gods.

Ji Shiyu chuckled: "Not long after it came out, I encountered interesting things one after another. ”。

"One after another?" Chu Rouge didn't know why.

It is indeed a strange thing to meet the legendary barbarians in the land of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but in addition to this one, they have all seen and heard about it all the way, where is there any interesting thing?

Ji Shiyu glanced at Chu Rouge deeply, smiled and said nothing.

Childe didn't want to say, so Chu Rouge didn't ask, poured another cup of jasmine tea, squinted his eyes and tasted it carefully.

As for those few barbarians, with this number of people, how much wind and waves can they afford?

Not only Chu Rouge, but even Ji Shiyu didn't care too much. Several attacks by the barbarians ended in failure, and when they retreated, their high priests often only had time to take the elite troops that were still intact, and some of the other remnants of the defeated army and the fringe tribes were left directly on this side of the mountain. Most of them fled into the smoky forests of southern Xinjiang to survive, and after hundreds of thousands of years, the barbarians who remained in the north and could not return gradually became a considerable group. The people of Qianmiao are good at witchcraft, and some of their secret techniques are also obtained from the descendants of those barbarians. In fact, a considerable part of them have been assimilated by the northerners, and the hatred is not as deep as it was at the beginning, after all, no one has seen the appearance of the legendary homeland for tens of thousands of years, and southern Xinjiang is already their hometown.

It's just that these people left Southern Xinjiang and ran to the territory of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which made Ji Shiyu a little interested.

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The words are divided into two ends, one for each table.

Qinghuai Town, a hidden and secluded courtyard, in a certain room, a man and a woman are kissing fiercely on the couch, the man's brocade clothes are thrown to the ground indiscriminately, looking like a rich man's son, there is a blue and pink cloth skirt on the ground, which is probably the woman's clothes.

After a while, the woman straightened out her slightly messy clothes, glanced at the naked man who had fallen to the ground and lost his breath, and chuckled: "Childe, you personally promised the slave family, as long as you can feel the bliss of this world, you are willing to give the slave family whatever they want." ”。

After saying this to herself, the woman's head rotated strangely one hundred and eighty degrees, her hands slightly pulled up the thin collar, and she looked down.

I saw that the woman's fashionable and smooth back with the man's clouds and rain revealed an ugly wound the size of a palm, red and black, still bleeding pus and bubbling black gas.

The woman opened her mouth and spat out, and the red essence was continuously injected into the ugly wound, and the wound that was originally the size of a palm began to heal slowly, shrinking by about an inch, and the pace of healing stopped again.

The woman frowned, her eyes showed a bit of deep resentment, and she murmured: "Dog's day Tuha, I, Zhuohua, will one day burn all the black snakes of your black snake tribe into charcoal snakes!"

The willows on the moon, the clouds cover half of the sides.

The town of Qinghuai accompanied its people into a deep sleep.

The woman named Zhuohua gently pushed open the half-hidden door, carried the body of the brocade-clothed man all the way, and threw it into the river under the bridge.