Long Lin was a little surprised that this slang song of the Spine Plug was so elegant and well-worded.

Zi Xiu said that the Ridge Plug people are one of the natives of the Fengqi Continent, who do not work for crops, do not like to study, live as nomads, and have the most dissolute temperament. Later, after the Fengqi Continent was divided by the major dynasties, they were expelled everywhere, and gradually retreated to the deep mountains and wastelands, or wandered around, making a living by singing and dancing.

"Are there any of them who have attained the true Dao?" asked Long Lin.

Zi Xiu shook his head and said that he didn't know, his interest completely fell on the fragrant roast yellow sheep that Hu Wangcai and Xue Zhanyi were making. The fire of the wood spirit of the snow-stained clothes used to roast meat can induce an unimaginable aroma, and she doesn't see it as a waste. She focused on the heat of the flames, and her little face was flushed.

They soon met the flute-player, a tall, athletic man with bronzed skin, shirtless, with a bleeding white cloth band wrapped diagonally from his right shoulder to his lower left ribs, apparently a recent wound. With long, unkempt curly hair tied up at the back of his head, a large bow hanging from his left shoulder, and a long knife behind his back, he was almost a barbarian version of Long Lin. Long Bao couldn't help but laugh.

His eyebrows and under his eyes were smeared with strange ornaments in red and white stone mud, but it was still evident that he was a very handsome man, to be precise, a very handsome mortal man. Long Lin can clearly see the criss-crossing old wounds on his muscles and bones, the seemingly young and smooth skin, there are all kinds of animal claws, knife tips, axe blades, arrow clusters, hot insects, bites, scratches, etc., scars of different sizes, and there is even a pair of very clear tooth marks on his left shoulder, looking at the size, it is the stamp left by the woman... It's not a powerful incarnation.

It's not a body that was taken away, because I can't see the Yuan Baby.

But the sound of his flute can travel so far.

He greeted them warmly, using a common language in the Fengqi Continent. He said that his name was Kunlunnu, and he was a Spine Plug of the Zokul tribe, and their tribe had been herding a group of dragon horneed horses for the king for many years, and he had always been very tame. His right chest was also hit by the horns of a dragon wildebeest!

Zi Xiu explained to Longlin Chuanyin: The "slave" of the Spine Plug people is a term of endearment for boys, not slaves.

Kunlun Nu said that he had to go out with the rest of his people to search for it, only to see the devastation in the wasteland, which he thought was the punishment of the angry gods.

He was always smiling as he said this, showing his glowing white teeth.

Long Bao coughed a little embarrassedly and invited him to sit down next to the roast yellow sheep. Like Long Lin, he couldn't see the other party's realm at all, but he didn't feel that this earthy Kunlun slave was really a mortal through and through, and he couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart.

After eating the first bite of roast yellow sheep, Kunlun Nu was completely conquered by this magical delicacy. Of course, he didn't know that the spices sprinkled on it were made by the 10,000-year-old immortal plant by the Shenwang Lake. His expression of happiness and shock reminded Long Lin of the witch Arkin he had met in the Badlands.

Kunlun Nu took out a skin bag full of wine and insisted that Long Lin take a few sips and "drink like a man". Long Lin ignored Hu Wangcai, they winked at him, smiled and took a sip.

This wine is as fierce, hard, hard, and straightforward as the winds in the wilderness.

Seeing that Long Lin and him drank a leather bag of liquor alternately, his face was as usual, and he couldn't help but be in awe. Except for him, there is no one in their tribe who can survive after a family of three. This wine can get drunk on an adult wild elephant. He praised Long Lin for looking like a "shy girl", but he was a real man when he drank.

Long Bao said disdainfully: "What kind of wine are you? A friend of ours gave you a hundred flowers of wine, and a sip of it guarantees that you will sleep for three years and five years!"

Kunlun Nu stood up angrily, saying that he was recognized as the number one hero in the tribe, able to tame the strongest horses, chase the strongest girls, and drink the strongest wine... It is an insult to say such things to a milky hairy child to him!

Long Lin smiled and tugged at him to apologize, and asked where the tooth mark on his left shoulder came from. Kunlun Nu smiled a little shyly, sat back down beside him, and said that the tooth mark was a "spirit-like girl", named Emma, who bit it with her mouth.

"Why did she bite you? Did you fight?" asked Snow Stained with big brown-green eyes.

"This is great love, and children will not understand. Kunlun Nu's face flushed, I don't know if it was because of pride or alcohol, but he was obviously very happy to bring up the topic, and said brightly: "It was a night of enthusiasm..."

Hu Wangcai and the others' eyes were all staring at a strange light, and they were surprisingly bright, holding roast yellow mutton in their hands, but they didn't put it in their mouths, and looked at him motionlessly.

"Are you fighting?" Long Bao was stunned as he held a piece of yellow lamb leg meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Long Lin smiled and gently pushed Kunlun Nu's shoulder: "Let's talk about it next time." ”

At this moment, his divine sense swam into Kunlun Nu's body, and found that his bloodline was many times wider than that of mortals, and his muscles and bones were not much stronger than those of ordinary middle-level body refiners. This is the body of a human race, but it is as strong as a demon. He was secretly amazed in his heart.

Kunlun Nu could see that this group of strange old and young people only obeyed Long Lin alone, including the obviously "spoiled child" (Long Bao), Long Lin was not allowed to speak, and the others did not dare to speak out if they wanted to hear it. He's a bit of a frustrate.

Long Lin turned the conversation to the tune played by Kunlun Nu. He looked at Kunlun Nu's flute, and there was no formation diagram inside, it was an ordinary bamboo flute. Kunlun Nu said that this old song was known to all the people in their tribe, and Emma liked it very much, and Emma said that if he played it, she would hear it thousands of miles away.

"Is Emma a girl from your tribe?" asked Long Lin.

Kunlun Nu shook her head wistfully, saying that she didn't know where she came from and where she went.

Talking about his own strong physique, he proudly said that he was born with divine powers, but after "that night of enthusiasm", he had a very strange illness and lay down for months--- you know, he had never been sick since he came out of the womb. After recovering from his illness, his body was dozens of times stronger than before, as if he had inexhaustible strength, and he believed that this was "the power of love".

"I'll go, are her teeth poisonous?" asked Long Bao in surprise.

Kunlun Nu didn't like this statement very much, but he didn't bother to deal with a little hairy child.

"Then how do you go to her?" asked Long Lin, looking at the bamboo flute. He was sure in his heart that Kunlun Nu had been forcibly widened and strengthened by a miraculous technique, and that the terrible pain that Kunlun Nu had endured in those months was something he could only imagine. But the pain he suffered when he was young came from the two "planets" that constantly released the power of unknown origin, and this was not the case with Kunlunnu.

Kunlun Nu thought for a moment and said, "Emma said that she came from a place called Luoqing Cliff. ”

Luoqing Cliff ?... These three words were like a huge thunderstorm in Long Lin's sea of knowledge, as if all the sand and gravel at the bottom of the sea were shaken into powder.

Thoughts suddenly became cloudy.

"Kunlun, do you want to be an immortal?" Long Lin's pupils quickly regained their clarity.

"Why be a god?"

"Immortals can live for a thousand years, ten thousand years, even... It is possible to live forever. ”

"Why live that long?"

"Because, you need enough time to find the person you love. Long Lin replied slowly.

"Are you a god?"

"Even so. ”

"Isn't cultivation particularly hard?" Kunlun Nu's bright eyes showed a serious and uneasy look.

Long Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Yes." But it won't be more bitter than missing. ”

Kunlun Nu got up and knelt down in front of Long Lin: "I am willing to be an immortal." ”

Xue Zhanyi, Hu Wangcai and the others couldn't help laughing, and there was a certain ridicule and disdain in the laughter.

Long Lin did not immediately put him into the small world, lest the special divine laws operating in the small world do him any harm, but first treated him for his injuries, and then diluted a little Baihua wine with the water of Xianwang Lake taken from the secluded land, and gave him a small sip every day.

Kunlun Nu's physique is surprisingly strong, except for the first time when he slept upside down for a long time, and then he completely tolerated it, and like a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, he could basically skip food and sleep, and jump dozens of feet, which made him so surprised that he was so surprised that he was jumping wildly every day, tossing up and down.

But on his first day in the small world, he suffered an unprecedented setback: he lost an hour-long wrist-wrestling match with Purple Breath.

He couldn't believe that he, Kunlunnu, the number one warrior of the Zokur tribe, would lose to a petite and delicate little girl. This gave him a blow to the head, and made him very sad, and he sat alone by the lake in a daze.

The others didn't pay attention to it, only Hu Wangcai quietly walked over, sat beside him, and poked him affectionately with his elbow: "Hey, big man, tell me what happened to your 'hot night'?"

Unexpectedly, Kunlun Nu was upset and refused to tell his love story anyway. For the first time, he began to ponder Emma's tooth marks, and many complicated and strange feelings welled up in his heart.

Long Lin changed the name of the broken branch, called "the mountain has wood". Everyone thinks that this name is simple and elegant, much stronger than "broken branches". The song of the same name played by this crooked bone flute is another style, as indifferent as the clouds outside the sky, and it seems to have infinite sadness and pain, just like a heart frozen by ice and snow, cracking little by little, and constantly gushing out of the blood.

"What a terrible song. Scholar Zixiu muttered, and went to cultivate.