Although it is not the southernmost southern, the southeastern frontier of the degree of freedom, it is the most mountainous, watery and miasma place, sparsely populated and full of poisonous insects.

Even the Long family army that attacked here didn't want to stay in this Diyuan City for a few more days.

As soon as Ling Huxian entered the territory of the Wuma family, she felt the temperature and air completely different from other places, humid and warm, obviously it was late autumn, but it was like midsummer, this kind of ghost place, you can't find a family in ten miles, you can't see a village in fifty miles, it's really barren.

The Wuma family, who was born and grew up here, has been in the bloodline for nearly a thousand years.

She put her hands on the pergola and looked up at the barren grass, faintly mottled stone towers, there were yellow flags embroidered with the word "dragon" in huge and bright colors.

It's just that there are few people in this ancient city built on the mountain, and I don't know how many people and horses the dragon family left to guard the city after capturing it. She drove her horse forward, and with an extremely obedient appearance, she easily deceived the soldiers who were guarding the city and entered the mournful city.

Because of the war and the restrictions on access to the city, the small number of people in the city died of starvation and illness one after another, and even the soldiers defending the city also rose to fever, and groups of men and horses walked lazily and lazily patrolled the streets.

Ling Huxian led the horse and swept over the ragged and poor people who could be seen everywhere in the shadow of the pavilions on both sides, and her eyes were full of unbearable. She really didn't understand why the Long family refused to let go of this remote southern Xinjiang, where the land was barren and only miasma and poisonous insects, and even more targeted.

Walking aimlessly on this main long street, the city lord's mansion is still located in the position where every city should be located, quiet and deadly, she suddenly didn't want to go in to take the life of the city guard, if it really caused turmoil in the end, it would be these people who were already in dire straits, not to mention......

What can she do if she kills the general who defends the city, the Wuma clan has not been allowed to leave the valley for generations, these cities have always been autonomous, and the few old, weak, sick and disabled people cannot rise up against these soldiers, so it is better to have a city defender to manage the chaos in the city.

After thinking about it, she lamented and sighed, and finally gave up all her compassion, led the horse and turned around to leave the city, but she saw a woman in ragged clothes holding a childish child in the corner not far away, and the child who fell to the ground cried and did not know what had happened. She panicked, and took two or three steps over to check on the filthy woman, and probed her snort, which was already very weak.

"She won't live long," Ling Huxian was just about to comfort the child and rescue the woman, when a clear and familiar voice came from behind her, and the hairs on her back stood on end in an instant, and she looked back at the man vigilantly.

But it's not the same look.

The man seemed to be a rich man, dressed in a clean and neat robe, but a pair of very good-looking eyes staring at her and the woman on the ground with pity, seeing her extremely vigilant turn, at first a burst of shock, but also quickly calmed down, and said with a smile: It happened suddenly, disturbed the girl, and asked the girl not to blame. ”

Ling Huxian touched the soft sword on her waist with one hand, and looked up and down vigilantly, but this man's appearance was very different from Long Moyun's evil wantonness, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The humidity and heat in this southern Xinjiang are unbearable, how could Long Moyun, who was born in the northern region, deign to suffer in such a place......

She forced a forced smile and turned her head to check on the woman.

"The damp and hot miasma entered her body, and coupled with breastfeeding, she couldn't get through. The girl might as well ask her if she still wants to do so while she is still dying. ”

The man behind him hadn't left yet, standing in place like a crow, and persuading with many tongues, Ling Huxian turned his head and glared at him, and ignored him in disgust.

"Along the long street past the city lord's mansion, there is a mercy hall, after the woman leaves, it is better to take the child there to raise." The man seemed to know that he was bored, and after persuading him again, he was about to leave, but he didn't expect the little girl to talk.

"What about the Hall of Mercy, this side is in chaos, where is there anyone willing to adopt these lonely and helpless children again." She sneered, and her men did not stop, clearing the acupuncture points to relieve the woman's pain, so that she could die without pain.

The man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking carefully about what she said, and only after a while did he think about speaking: "I see that the girl is not an ordinary family, why don't you donate some silver taels to help this mercy hall, how about it?" Ling Huxian glanced at him like a fool and laughed at his childishness: "In this barren time, what is the use of silver taels, even if everyone in this city is entangled, there is no rice and grain to trade, how can they survive?" ”

This Hall of Mercy lacks not silver taels, and the people of this city are not short of silver taels, but food for survival......

She watched the poor woman in her arms slowly die with lamenting eyes, and it was not until half an hour that she picked up the child and coaxed softly,

didn't see the man behind her, his eyes were full of tenderness and stared at her at every movement, and finally left slowly and quietly.

Ling Huxian was not puzzled, according to what he said, after walking through the City Lord's Mansion, sure enough, there was an extremely shabby Mercy Hall, but there were few people inside, whether it was the children or the mothers in charge of the Mercy Hall, their faces were sallow and ragged.

She entrusted the child to the Compassion Hall, and handed over all the food she brought out of Lezheng's house and bought all the way to the people here, and then left with all the anxiety.

Far away, Long Moyun has been following her silently, watching her tell her everything, looking at her thousands of gentleness, and finally closing his eyes and sighing, with the gentle and delicate figure in front of him.

Behind the "Seat Master......," Dragon Tooth asked softly, "Let's go down, and wait until she returns to the city after visiting Wu Ma's house." "What?"

The person behind him made a fuss, causing him to give him a cold look.

"But...... Don't forget, Master, that she persuaded the Witch Horse family to join forces with her against you...... How can it be ......"

Long Ya still couldn't bear to ask, he had been by Long Moyun's side for so long, and Long Moyun was so hesitant and endured in every way, it was really too rare.

"It doesn't matter."

Out of the city gate, Ling Huxian went to Wugu, further south of Di Yuan City, along the way the miasma visible to the naked eye, under the horse's hooves, I don't know how many forest bones have been stepped on.

Legend has it that Wugu is a worm valley in the southern Xinjiang that has raised hundreds of poisonous insects, and it is also a natural place to raise Gu King Mo Xiao.

She finally reined in the reins of her horse, and the westerly sunlight reflected through the narrow valley in front of her, and it was very quiet and comfortable.

Who knows that there are dangers inside.

As soon as she led her horse into the valley, she saw Kick Snow's eyes widen in horror, and she raised her front hooves and refused to follow her in.

Kicking the snow and biting her robe, desperately trying to pull her out of the valley, before she could take a few steps back, she found that the back road was surrounded by a steady stream of black and various insects crawling out of the rock walls of the valley......

At a glance, it was dense, and those who opened their teeth and claws were about to climb on her and Kick Snow, which made Huxian's scalp tingle.

She hurriedly took out the Heavenly Prayer, took out the Gu King Mo Xiao, and hurriedly played the Gu King Death.

Mo Xiao moved the pliers extremely reluctantly, stretched his stiff little body, and then hit the army of thousands of poisonous insects, but he was not timid.

The Wuma family mansion built on the cliff of the dangerous mountain in the valley also heard the sound of the Gu King's death very clearly, and some of the children of the clan ran back and forth in panic: "Oh no! That Long Moyun is here again! He's back in the valley again! ”

With such a shout, the Wuma tribesmen in the whole valley became agitated, and they were panicked and ready to resist the attackers, but they saw a white-haired and white-bearded energetic old man blowing his beard and glaring out of the room very calmly, and slapped the child who had been calling out the clansmen to inform him.

"What kind of ears are you! Listen carefully, that puppy is playing a flute, this is the sound of a flute! Flute! ”

After scolding and scolding, he finished talking about this extremely confused little disciple, but it made everyone puzzled and excited: "I haven't heard of such a pure Gu King for more than sixty years, could it be that this flute player is the old man's brother?" No...... No, that kid has never been a rare musical instrument, pinching a leaf and blowing every day, could it be his child or apprentice? ”

"Grandpa, why don't you go and take a look, if it goes on like this, this Ten Thousand Gu Array is going to break!" It was just when he was entangled in who was coming that a crisp woman's voice interrupted Wu Mazuo's excitement. "Third Miss!" As soon as she saw this person come out, the crowd around her was finally silenced for a moment, and a pair of eyes stared at her.

"This person who breaks through the valley can blow out the Gu King's Death, he must not be an idle person, Mo Qian, you go and see who is breaking into the battle." When the patriarch's grandfather was admonishing, he heard someone rushing over in a panic, and fell to his knees panting with a thud: "Mo ...... Ink ......"

"What?" This posture frightened the grandfather and grandson, Wu Ma Luo (the word Mo Qian) frowned and asked him eagerly: "Mo Mo Mo Mo what, you should hurry up and say!" ”

"Ink ...... Ink Owl ......"

"What?!" "How is that possible?!" "Gu King?" "How can it be an ink owl?"

As soon as this name came out, the crowd around it exploded, and everyone couldn't believe it. "Can you see clearly? Is it really an ink owl?! ”

Not to mention that this is the head of the family who has been missing for nearly seventy years, but the appearance of Gu Wang Yan and Mo Xiao together is enough to deter the people of the entire clan.

Everyone can play Gu Wang Yan, but the one who can play Gu Wang Yan and make Gu King Mo Xiao recognize the master, since the ancestors, there is only the missing brother Wu Ma You's predecessor of the patriarch grandfather.

Thinking of this, Wu Mazuo was even more excited: "Is it difficult, is it really him?" "Grandpa, it's been more than sixty years, how can the second grandfather be ......" Wu Ma Luo persuaded himself to keep his mouth shut.

It can't be the second grandfather at all, is it possible, the second grandfather still has descendants left in the world?

"What are you doing? Why don't you go and get someone in?! ”