In the early morning, the sword forest is quiet and secluded.

Le Yisheng put on his backpack and said goodbye to Yuan Zhennan, Aunt Shen and others, and went down the mountain in the car that came.

Le Yisheng didn't tell Le Huan when she left, she was still asleep.

He didn't buy a plane ticket to go back, and the phone to call the rain at night didn't work, it seemed that the rain could only contact him unilaterally, it was useless for him to call, and he was still thinking about how to go back without a plane ticket.

As soon as he got off the mountain, he immediately turned on his mobile phone, but fortunately, the signal was full.

He quickly looked at today's plane tickets, and as expected, they were all gone, and it seemed that he could only go to someone to help buy first class.

He was a little worried, but he didn't have no choice, after all, the name of the young monarch of the Southern Regions was here, and ordinary cultivators would give him some face, and it was not difficult to find someone to help, if it weren't for the fact that the Sword Forest was closed now, otherwise he would have asked Yuan Zhennan directly to get a ticket.

There are not many people he knows in Fengcheng, and there is another person besides the people in the Sword Forest.

He decided to go to him.

He took a taxi and went straight to the south gate of Fengcheng, which was the territory of the Yin Clan, and most of the people inhabited by the Yin Clan.

This ethnic minority Le Yisheng is actually unfamiliar, he is familiar with one of them, a young man who is mentally retarded in Le Yisheng's eyes.

At the same time, he is also Le Yisheng's sworn brother, who is twenty years old, just one day younger than Le Yisheng, and became the second brother.

He is the young sacrificial tarot of the Silver Clan.

The silver nationality is a relatively feudal minority, retains most of the feudal customs, except for the national customs that are not allowed by law to be prohibited, the others are basically completely preserved, very distinctive, is a beautiful scenery of Fengcheng City.

This custom also includes the ritual of the clan.

The sacrificial inheritors of the silver clan were originally in a high position in the silver clan, because they held the lifeblood and luck of the entire silver clan, and today's sacrificial people are just a form, after all, modern people are not very superstitious, and they all believe in the supremacy of science in their hearts, only because they want to retain cultural characteristics, so they have to launch a person to inherit the sacrifice, and it is a sacrifice with no status at all.

This man is Tarot.

When Le Yisheng met Tarot, he was molesting girls at a street stall.

"Girl, what else do you have besides these things~"

"Tarot, what do you want?" the girl obviously knew him, after all, it was a sacrifice, although he had no status, but he was remembered by the silver clan.

"I want to buy your ————" he elongated the perfume ......"

Tarot, the rammer, took the opportunity to grab the girl's hand, and put it obscenely next to his hand to smell it.

"It's so fragrant, where did you buy this perfume?" he smiled obscenely, unaware that he thought he was handsome.

The girl looked ashamed and angry, and with a slap in his face, she quickly closed the stall and left.

This thing also touched his face, with an intoxicated expression, very disgusting.

Le Yisheng stood on the street not far from him with a black line on his face, he wanted to come forward to say hello, but now he just wanted to pretend that he didn't know him.

The passers-by who came and went around pointed at him, some looked disgusted, some laughed and mocked, and some said normal, after all, this person is tarot, and obscene and stupid is his essence.

This thing didn't realize that he was being pointed at him, and muttered about why the girl is so irritable now, isn't it just touching her little hands......

Oh, shameless.

Tarot is only twenty years old, but he looks like an uncle in his thirties, he has a beard with a little chin, and a bunch of beards under his nose, neatly trimmed, with a high nose bridge, and a big nose.

His eyes flashed from time to time, and the obscene aura couldn't be covered, he was not tall, only about 1.7 meters, slightly fat, wearing the unique flower robe of the Silver Clan, and the expression on his face was disgusting and very annoying.

You have to say it, the sacrifice is good or bad, it also represents the face of the entire silver clan, how could it be that this rammed goods were pushed to the sacrificial position.

In fact, there is only one reason why Tarot was pushed to the sacrifice, and that is because he is the only one of the Silver Clan who knows the complete process of the sacrifice, why is this?

This is the story of an accident when Tarot was a child. If there is anyone who has experienced something like in a fantasy novel, Tarot is definitely such a person.

Tarot, who has not been doing his job since he was a child, is not good at studying, skipping class all day to climb trees and catch birds, and he doesn't know a craft, his parents are working outside, and as a result, he has been gone for more than ten years, and he has never come back to see him, and his grandparents brought him up with a handful of and urine.

He was identified as an absolutely unproductive person when he was a child.

When he was ten years old, the old man of the previous generation of the silver clan was more than one hundred and forty years old, and he couldn't be old anymore, and he didn't know why he suddenly held the last sacrificial ceremony of his reign.

Although the clansmen are not too superstitious, this old priest is highly respected, and has been in the sacrificial position for a hundred years, after several generations, he is the oldest elder of the silver clan, and he is also deeply loved, so everyone depends on him.

Everyone knows the process of the first half of the sacrifice, which is the sacrifice ceremony on the altar, but the second half is in the sacrificial cave, according to the clan rules, only the sacrifice can enter the hole, and anyone else who enters the cave will be punished by death.

After the sacrifice ceremony, the second half of the sacrifice was carried out, and a group of people rushed to the entrance of the sacrificial cave, staring at the old priest, he entered the cave tremblingly with a cane.

At that time, suddenly a thunderbolt on a sunny day hit Tarot, who was standing on the side playing with mud, and directly exploded the mound and the ground, so frightened that Tarot rolled into the hole and disappeared.

The awkward atmosphere was pervasive, and everyone outside looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Tarot, who had entered the cave, rolled down the downward stairs all the way to the bottom, knocking down the old priest who was standing.

Tarot was dizzy, and when he looked up, the old priest stood quietly in front of him, staring at him motionless with cloudy eyes.

Tarot was frightened, knowing that he had made a mistake, he immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Sacrifice to the ancestors, Tarot knows the wrong Tarot knows the wrong ......"

No sound.

He gradually calmed down, why didn't the ancestor speak? So he boldly looked at it again.

This glance caught him off guard, frightened him into confusion and panic.

The old priest actually died.

just died quietly.

The next story is the authentic fantasy plot, this hole is actually the cave of the ancient cultivators, Tarot rummaged through it casually, accidentally cut his finger or something, and recognized the sacrificial cane......

Then he casually searched in the cave and picked up all kinds of cultivation cheats and pills, and then he practiced casually with itchy hands, and he became a glorious cultivator, inheriting the sacrifices and cultivating the things in the cave......

It's terrible!

When Tarot came out, he climbed out with difficulty holding the body of the old priest.

After all, he was only a ten-year-old child, and no matter how old the old priest was, he would have a hundred catties, if he hadn't entered the cultivator's door, he might not have been able to hold it out.

The clansmen outside waited for more than a whole day, Tarot's grandparents were heartbroken, and they couldn't wait outside, and they were eager to enter the cave but were pulled by the patriarch, and then Tarot finally came up, and his grandparents were relieved, hugging Tarot and crying bitterly, and the clansmen were also in a complicated mood.

Then a group of people returned to the south of the city.

The death of the old priest shrouded the entire Silver Clan with a layer of sadness......

When it was Tarot's turn, according to the clan rules, Tarot had to accept capital punishment, but now it is an open society, a society governed by law, and the clansmen are not superstitious, so the patriarch thought of a way.

He asked Tarot if he remembered all the processes of the old sacrifice, Tarot was also smart, although he didn't look at anything, he said that he remembered, so it was logical that the patriarch appointed the ten-year-old Tarot as the next generation of sacrifices, which did not violate the clan rules but also protected Taro's safety.

Le Yisheng slapped Tarot on the head who was still drooling at the beauty.

Tarot looked unhappy and scolded and looked back to see who it was.

"You TMD have ...... Ah, brother, why are you handsome again......"

Tarot saw the tall figure in front of him, and saw Le Yisheng's appearance clearly, and trembled with fright, and turned into a flattering face in seconds.

Le Yisheng called him when he first came down the mountain and said that he was coming to him, so now that Le Yisheng appeared, Tarot was actually not surprised.

"Brother Sheng, let's take a walk, let's have a few drinks first. Tarot pulled Le Yisheng and was about to leave.

"Don't drink. "Indifferent face.

Tarot heard this tone without the slightest warmth, and let go of him in fright, secretly scolding himself for being ignorant, how could Le Yisheng drink, isn't this his own death.

……

"Brother Sheng, did you say you were coming before?" Tarot and Le Yisheng sat down at a snack shop and ordered two bowls of beef noodles to eat.

Le Yisheng swallowed a large mouthful of noodles and said with some vagueness in his mouth: "I want to go back to Nanshi today, and you can help me get a ticket back." ”

Tarot choked for a moment, and he heard clearly, "Brother Sheng, you are going back to Nanshi today, this is easy to say, I will drive you there, no need for a plane." ”

Le Yisheng shook his head: "It takes more than ten hours to drive, and I want to go back as soon as possible." ”

Tarot smiled weirdly: "Don't worry, Brother Sheng, I have good things, don't you just have to be fast, I have a stealth flying device, which I just made a few days ago, and it can just come in handy!"

Le Yisheng glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Have you tried your machine when it is ready?"

Tarot was stunned for a moment, and laughed embarrassedly: "That's not ......"

"So you want to use me as a test subject?"

"No, Brother Sheng, absolutely not! Am I such a despicable and shameless person? Impossible, I just want to make it easier for my Brother Sheng!" Tarot said with a righteous face, not dragging his feet in the slightest.

Le Yisheng is in his heart.

"Keep loading. His tone was flat.

“……”

"Brother Sheng, don't be angry, don't I want to try it together, I was going to Nanshi in two days to run errands, and it's okay to go a few days in advance. ”

Le Yisheng drank the last mouthful of noodle soup and wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go, go now." ”

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Le Yisheng had a black line on his face again, quite speechless.

Tarot's flying machine is actually a simple pair of wings......

The wings were huge, about a dozen meters wide, and could hold two or three people in the middle, and the wings were gray, all of which were soft and unknown material, covered with a metal skeleton.

This pair of huge wings is placed on the large altar of the silver clan at will, the altar is heavy, and only the sacrifice can enter and exit at will on ordinary days, and it is a forbidden place for others, the same as the sacrificial cave.

Tarot ignored the clan rules so much that he directly brought Le Yisheng here, of course, Le Yisheng himself didn't know.

"Brother Sheng, don't look at my machine's simple appearance, in fact-it's really simple, hehe, it can fly as long as it inputs spiritual power, in fact, I tried it once before, it's no big problem, I'll go up first." Tarot eagerly set it up, sat down in the middle, stretched out his feet, and pulled the strap next to him to tie it.

As if he wanted to prove that his wings were not in danger, he said very proudly in front of Le Yisheng: "Brother Sheng, look at it, I'll let it fly, it's absolutely safe!"

Tarot's slightly chubby body was restrained by the straps, but it did not affect his input of spiritual power, he closed his eyes and let out a loud shout, and a majestic green spiritual power slowly covered the wings and merged into it.

Sure enough, the wings swagged, faster and faster, slowly rising, enveloping the altar in shades of gray.

The wind with the wings blowing up Le Yisheng's not-so-short hair blew up, revealing that handsome and beautiful face.

Le Yisheng thought for a moment, and asked Tarot, who was excited in the air, "How long can your spiritual power last?" ”

Tarot smiled, stopped inputting spiritual power, and landed along the trajectory just now with a proud face: "Brother Sheng, the biggest feature of my machine is that you don't need too much spiritual power, as long as you input it in, there will be spiritual power in it, and when you want to use it, enter a little spiritual power, and pat the button behind the strap to start, in terms of my spiritual power, it is estimated that it can last for half a year." ”

Le Yisheng was relieved, he walked quickly to the wings, sat down next to Tarot and said, "You start, let's go now." ”

Tarot: "Brother Sheng, why are you in such a hurry? You can go straight away when you come, I haven't entertained you yet." ”

Although Tarot said this, he still listened to Le Yisheng's words, and directly activated the giant wings to soar above the sky, crossing an afterimage, and rushed to Nanshi at great speed.

Le Yisheng didn't expect this wing to be so fast, this speed is already supersonic speed, I'm afraid it won't take half a day to get to Nanshi.

Tarot did get the inheritance of cultivators and learned the art of mechanism, but Le Yisheng never thought that Tarot could make anything good, but this pair of wings was really too practical, but this thing must not be displayed in front of ordinary people.

If it weren't for the fact that the altar was a forbidden place for the Silver Clan, Tarot would not have put his wings on the altar, after all, the Silver Clan people were just ordinary people, not cultivators, and the unique items of such cultivators still couldn't be placed in the eyes of ordinary people.

Le Yisheng tightened his strap, he was seriously injured now, and if he fell from this height, he would definitely be crushed.

Tarot screamed excitedly, and his very joyful beard was also blown away by the oncoming wind, and his obscene and slightly chubby face made people want to laugh.

Le Yisheng naturally doesn't laugh, he treats people other than Le Huan basically with a cold look as if he will never laugh, not to mention, the rain and the round sky in Nanshi are very dangerous, and he can't laugh.

He knew that his abbot master was very strong and was a master of hermitage, but Xia Nianhua was so strong, and Abbot Jingming was probably not an opponent.

He didn't know what he could do when he went back this time, but he knew that Xia Nianhua shouldn't kill him.

When Xia Nianhua faced Le Yisheng, except for the first time, the other two meetings had no killing intent towards him.

Le Yisheng didn't know why, but he just knew that Xia Nianhua wouldn't kill him, and he guessed that he might be an important bargaining chip for Xia Nianhua or some other reason, and he might be able to save Yu and the others when he returned to Nanshi.

……

"Tarot, you'd better not follow me when you go to Nanshi this time. Le Yisheng looked at the landscape that swept by at great speed below and said.

Tarot was concentrating on controlling the giant wings, and when he heard this, he turned to him and asked, "Why?"

Le Yisheng: "No, just go and do your own thing." ”

Tarot looked confused.

"Okay, brother. ”

Halfway through the flight, Tarot suddenly said, "Brother Sheng, isn't the fourth brother going to get married recently, we can go together after we finish our work." ”

"Hopefully......"

This time, he was not sure if he could be safe, facing a strong man like Xia Nianhua who was at the top of the cultivation world, no one could guarantee his safety.

What's more, Le Yisheng is just a young man of twenty years old, although most people will ignore his age because of Le Yisheng's maturity, but he is indeed only twenty years old.