The accompanying Xuannu had been standing aside, and when she saw that Wu Xingfeng was going to take the risk to save Amu, the expression on her face was hard to see. Although the wizard did not say how to summon spirits, he had already stated his position.

The wizard's frown, Wu Xingfeng saw it in his eyes, the art of conjuring spirits seemed simple, but no one would be willing to risk it for a slave.

What's more, wizards are all valuable resources, and the total number of wizards in the remnants of Jiang Shui's tribe today is less than twenty. There is only one purple-robed wizard, and it is still a light purple aura.

Sensing the abnormality of the breath, Wu Xingfeng said. "I have a way to cast the method of conjuring spirits without having to break my life. ”

The wizard did not answer, but turned his head to look at the Xuannu and asked with his eyes.

While frowning, Xuannu drew her scimitar and slashed at Ah Shan's head. Wu Xingfeng never thought that Xuannu would act like this, and hurriedly raised his hand to block it. Seeing this, Xuannu was not in a hurry to put away the knife, leaving a deep blood mark on Wu Xingfeng's shoulder.

Wu Xingfeng was stunned on the spot, as if he had forgotten his injury, and stared at Xuannu without blinking. Xuannu was frightened, threw away the scimitar in her hand, hurriedly grabbed Wu Xingfeng's arm, and checked the injury.

"Heal him quickly!" Xuannu was very anxious, regretting her actions, but she was extremely angry. For the sake of a slave, since he blocked the Xuanyue Sword with his arm!

The wizard took out the elixir in his arms and extended his aura to stop the bleeding for Wu Xingfeng. The drug is very effective and melts in the mouth. Wu Xingfeng closed his eyes, and he couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

Xuannu treated her well, but what she did really made him feel cold, Amu was so young, since she killed her with her own hands in order to protect others.

"Don't hurt Amu in the future, she's just a child. Wu Xingfeng thinks that he has gone through ups and downs, he is young and tall, and he is not stained by the world, and at this moment he imagines himself as his master, compassionate, but forgets his identity.

Xuannu was stunned, and after a long while, she nodded. "From today onwards, she is yours. "Tell the distance, turn and leave.

Wu Xingfeng didn't chase him, but in fact, he didn't have the intention to chase him, Xuannu meant that she would leave him alone in the future, let him go, go wherever he wanted, and do whatever he wanted.

The wizard also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Wu Xingfeng. "I know that casting the Soul Conjuring Method will damage Yin and Longevity, I don't want to owe you, this is a light red inner pill, which will help your cultivation. ”

The wizard paused and thought for a moment, then reached out to take it. "I'd like to hear what you said earlier?"

"Actually, I want you to teach me the conjuring mantra and do it myself. Wu Xingfeng took the healing pill from the wizard's hand.

The wizard nodded, then said. "You are a bear clan, because you should learn the spell of a bear, the method of conjuring spirits belongs to the art of the market, and it is difficult to get to the treasure. ”

Wu Xingfeng knew that the wizard would refuse, so he didn't force it. Youxiong is a relatively large tribe in the Yellow Emperor tribe, and legend has it that there is a bear king to protect it. If there is really a bear people, he can come freely, but unfortunately he does not belong to any tribe.

The knife wound that was deep in the bones was probably not completely healed if he just took the pill, Wu Xingfeng took off his coat, tore a strip of cloth, and bandaged the wound.

Because it is too difficult to bandage myself, I can only go around my neck and step by step.

In the evening, the sun was setting, and the jungle in late autumn looked a little depressed, but there were still evergreen green leaves, exuding a simple and heavy atmosphere, Wu Xingfeng returned to his grass hut and changed into bloody clothes.

He likes to live here, the geographical location built by the mountain has a kind of heroism that dominates the world, the west of the thatched house is a high mountain, and there are trees of different shapes growing on the high mountain, all of which are towering ancient trees, and at the end of the ancient tree is a cliff, the cliff is not a little high, and it goes straight to the clouds.

The side of the cliff is rugged and rocky, rugged and undulating, on the occasion of ten thousand ravines vertical and horizontal, there is a waterfall through the sky, the waterfall is hundred, the smoke wave is like the sea, the momentum is magnificent, it is amazing.

The east is a large bamboo forest, 100 meters in front of the thatched hut is a river channel from west to east, the river channel is not deep, the visual measurement is less than two meters, the width is about three zhang, there is a river beach of 100 meters square is very smooth, it is difficult to see the strange stone shallow, the river water comes from Tongtian Waterfall, Tongtian Waterfall is Wu Xingfeng himself, the name of the mountain is unknown.

There is a bay road two miles east of the thatched house, and the river turns back from there, bypassing the grass house and flowing to the northwest, and from the angle of Wu Xingfeng standing, you can see the people of the Xuannu tribe living under the mountain in the north.

I don't know when, the autumn rain washed my face, and it rained. In ancient times, the rain was sweet, Wu Xingfeng took the earth jar, and put the stone basin out, the diameter of the stone basin is slightly larger, and it is suitable for receiving rain.

Rain, also known as rootless water, is divided into three, six, nine and so on, just like human society.

It is said that there is an autumn rain and a cold, Wu Xingfeng has a sadness in his heart that does not match this age, he began to miss the modern age, missed his master Xin Wangshan, missed the people and things that the master took him out of the mountain, there were cars in those days, there were villas, mobile phones that could be used for communication, and railroad tracks that could fly in the sky and run on the ground.

This is a love, a love that is different from the love of children, but it goes deep into the bone marrow and penetrates the hearts of the people.

"The chill is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested. The account of the capital is empty, and the nostalgia is urged. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day, and the good times are in vain. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to talk to. Wu Xingfeng chanted in a low voice to comfort his soul, longing is painful, and the longing that can't be returned is even more painful.

"Wu, what are you reading? How can you be so sad? It is inexplicably distressing, and life is like death. "When did the goddess come, Wu Xingfeng didn't know, he only knew that from today onwards, he was going to start refining qi and cultivating.

"If you like it, I'll make another one for you. Wu Xingfeng transformed his longing into a love, he preferred the goddess more, although the two daughters of Shenxuan looked the same, but they still felt more inclined to the goddess.

"Make another song?" the goddess is unknown. "How do you make another one?"

Wu Xingfeng thought for a moment and blurted out. "Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

The goddess was amazed when she heard this. "Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. It's so beautiful, I've never seen anyone praise someone with a clever tongue. ”

"This poem is for you. Wu Xingfeng thought of Li Bai, Yang Guifei, and his unchanging state of mind.

"What a clever tongue calls it, poetry?" exclaimed the goddess, and it would be strange if she did not exclaim.

Wu Xingfeng smiled and nodded, if you want to have your own foothold, you must have a good relationship with the people around you. The goddess is more delicate than the goddess, and she feels more comfortable.

By the time the autumn rain stopped, it was already dark.

The goddess was reluctant to give up, and turned back three times in one step. Although Li Bai's "Flower Wants to Look" is very different from the current scene, the goddess only praises herself, not to mention that the vocabulary is jerky, she only remembers what she can understand, and does not ask anything else.

In the next ten days, Wu Xingfeng has been refining his qi and exhaling, and he will occasionally hunt and bring back some prey such as pheasants and boars. The Xuannu did not appear, as if the world had disappeared.

Amu woke up three days ago, and it was a wizard in crimson robes who cast a spell to bring back her soul. Later, Wu Xingfeng learned that the light red inner pill he gave to others last time was actually a qi tonifying pill.

The wizard's name was Kirisen. It was originally a red aura, and the cave was cultivated, and after only taking the qi tonifying pill for more than ten days, it was upgraded to a higher level, and now it is the deep red of the cave god.

Wu Xingfeng didn't blame himself for not knowing the treasure, it seems that he underestimated the little green-spotted snake, now the green-spotted snake has turned into a dragon and left, thinking of the Blazing Yang Dragon, Wu Xingfeng thought of the Blazing Yin Dragon, I don't know if the Xuannu let it go, since it is useless to keep one, it is better to let him do a personal favor and release it together.

The goddess came late in the afternoon and sent a bow to Wu Xingfeng, according to her, this thing was made of Changyang Mountain meteorite, and the bowstring was taken from the dragon tendon of the thousand-year-old demon dragon.

This is a big gift, Wu Xingfeng wanted to shirk it, but he was afraid of breaking the goddess's heart, so he reluctantly accepted it.

Amu moved next door to Wu Xingfeng, the thatched house was newly built, Wu Xingfeng and Amu were busy for a day, after the thatched house was built, many people watched, they had never seen such a strange house.

The structure of the houses of the ancients is very peculiar, they used to surround the livestock under the house, the whole house is rammed into the ground with four to six thick tree stumps, on the basis of which small trees are split into wooden planks, and some simply live on the trees in order to save trouble.

Wu Xingfeng couldn't stand the smell, so he rebuilt the thatched hut and opened three rooms and entered the room. Amu lives in the north, and he lives in the south. There is a rectangular stone table against the wall in the middle room, there is no stool, mainly because people like to sit on the ground at this time, there is almost no home in the house, Wu Xingfeng took this into account, and placed more than a dozen round straw mats in the middle of the room, which was called Pu mat in later generations, and the overall feeling is a bit like the furnishings in the Taoist temple in later generations.

To Wu Xingfeng's surprise, at this time there were already simple brushes and paper for painting, but this kind of stone paddle made of bark cloth was somewhat primitive.

The patterns on the mat were painted by Amu himself, and there are various animals, heavenly gods, large fish that slaves would not be allowed to eat, and small gray men who resemble alien creatures.

"Have you seen this little gray man?" Wu Xingfeng asked, pointing to the humanoid creature on the pattern.

Amu raised his head, not understanding why Wu Xingfeng asked this. "I heard the old man say that God has seen it. ”

Wu Xingfeng asked. "Who is God?"

"The gods are the gods who dwell in the heavens, and they often come to visit the earth, and once our people once saw a god who took this foreigner to the Gonggong tribe. Amu said the little gray man on the pattern.

The first thing that came to Wu Xingfeng's mind was that the Fire God Niangniang controlled the Xuantie to go 6,500 years ago, because the Xuantie crashed and could not return to the modern era, three years later, he encountered another Xuantie, killed the creatures inside, and returned to the modern era, and met the Sanqing Dao Ancestor on the way to find the Golden Saint and the Water Saint, and the Sanqing Dao Ancestor used a spell to make it return to the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Through this line of clues, two results were obtained, first, the fire god Niangniang hid the crashed Xuantie in Kunlun Mountain. Second, the Xuantie hijacked by the Fire God Niangniang is in the Xin family's tomb in the modern era five thousand years later.

So the question is, why did the gods take the foreigners who control the dark iron to find the co-workers?

Wu Xingfeng seems to have touched the bottleneck of the problem, as long as he finds out what the gods brought the little gray man to do to find the co-workers, they can know what they want to do next.

Connecting the threads, seemingly unrelated things, is likely to have something to do with why he is here. Wu Xingfeng has a feeling of seeing the sun through the clouds, and this feeling is very wonderful.

As long as there are clues, there is a possibility of going back.

Amu saw Wu Xingfeng in a daze, and was busy with his own work.

At this moment, thunder rolled over the void clouds, and a black cloud suddenly overwhelmed the realm.

As he was contemplating, a figure fell from a high altitude, smashing a deep pit into the flat ground in front of the house.

Wu Xingfeng stared at it, and it was none other than the Xuannu who had not been seen for many days.

"This is the end of disobedience..."There was a giant man about three meters tall on the black cloud, with an ugly appearance, and the axe in his hand was taller and darker than Wu Xingfeng's, and he was angry at this time, scolding the Xuannu who didn't know whether to live or die in the deep pit.