When Ye Haotian walked out of the bottom of the cliff, it was already noon.

Along the way, he spent his time in the ridicule of eight taels.

When escaping from Qixing Island, Ye Haotian took three books with him, one was "Luohe Book", one was "Nine Turns True Scripture", and one was "Baixiu Tu", which Zhao Tiangang regarded as a treasure.

"Hundred Shows" is actually a spring palace atlas, which contains a total of 100 unsightly portraits of women with a body in the body.

Some of these spring palace pictures are a woman, some are several, and some are even absurd and obscene pictures of men and women having sex and harmony.

According to Ye Haotian's nature, he would never bring this kind of obscene album with him, especially at the moment when he was shouldering the blood feud of his master, in addition to cultivating and enhancing his strength, he had no heart to think about those men and women.

But Ye Haotian had to take it with him.

Because that was Master's last will.

Because the materials used to make these 100 drawings are not only extremely precious, but also the most mysterious techniques when making rune imperial costumes are incorporated into the drawing of images, in Zhao Tiangang's words, they are the essence of Tianjimen Emperor costumes, and they are the top imperial costume production secrets!

This is the fundamental reason why after the loss of "Luohe Books", Ye Haotian did not feel as heartbroken as ordinary people imagined.

It's just that the runes that make up the women on the Baixiu diagram are too profound, and Ye Haotian can't see the mysteries contained in them through the appearance, so he can only draw them out as they are according to the secret of the emperor's costume production of the Tianji Gate, so that they can play some of the most basic functions. The three female aura arrays on the thunder umbrella came from this.

Surviving in the dense jungle is not difficult for Ye Haotian, with the natural 'sentinel' of Baliang, the danger has been avoided before it approaches them.

Before you know it, three days have passed.

In the past three days, Ye Haotian has never encountered the shadow of the demon army again.

At dusk on the fourth day, he chose a big tree to spend the night, but he didn't expect that a torrential rain suddenly fell in the mountains just after midnight, and the temperature suddenly cooled.

The biggest disaster brought about by this heavy rain is the eight-two disease.

It was very sick.

The breath was faint, and the body was as cold as ice, and it didn't even react to its favorite roast wolf meat in its mouth.

It doesn't even have the strength to open its mouth to bite.

Ye Haotian was very panicked, the days of relying on each other in the mountains and forests made him have a deep affection for Baliang, in order to save it, he tried his best, but in the end there was no effect.

Without the help of Baliang, hunting has not become as easy as before, and when the night covers the mountains again, Baliang has become dying, and he can't even open his eyes.

Ye Haotian was very sad, he held Ba Liang in his arms, cut his wrist with a long black knife, and dripped the bright red warm blood into Ba Liang's mouth, and the blood flowed down its throat.

Baliang still didn't react, due to grief and hunger and excessive blood loss, Ye Haotian finally fell asleep.

The next morning, a trace of abnormal movement in his arms woke Ye Haotian from his slumber, he opened his hazy eyes, and saw that Baliang was raising his little head to look at him, his body kept writhing, as if he wanted to break free.

Ye Haotian cried with joy. Baliang finally survived.

This crisis has made the feelings of one person and one cat heat up sharply, and the little black cat that crawled back from the abyss of death no longer avoided Ye Haotian, it seemed to have fallen in love with that warm embrace, and would take the initiative to get in every night, arching in it like a child, and the delicate appearance made Ye Haotian's heart extremely steady, as if there was suddenly light in the dim world.

There is just one thing that makes Ye Haotian very worried.

That's the body of eight taels.

Since it recovered from its illness, its body has become extremely cold, and Ye Haotian is holding it like holding a piece of ice, and it takes a long time to warm up every night.

Fortunately, Baliang's spirit is getting better day by day, and after five days, it has returned to the original vigorous appearance at the beginning, and the movement of jumping up and down is faster and more sensitive than before.

Ye Haotian faintly felt that there seemed to be some changes in the body of the eight taels, if it was defined by the human evaluation of the demonic beasts, it would be advanced.

On this day, the sun was shining, Ye Haotian climbed a mountain, and finally saw the rising smoke of cooking, under the smoke was a wide valley, and in the middle of the valley and on the slopes on both sides of the mountain sat hundreds of houses and courtyards of different sizes, looking very much like a medium-sized tribe.

From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, Ye Haotian took an hour and a half.

When he stepped onto the crooked stone path that connected the mountains and the tribe, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw the tall and sturdy men who came and went in the tribe, with open chests and bare arms, and animal skins around their waists.

This mountain range is called the Barbarian Forest Mountains, according to Ye Haotian's previous understanding from books, this nearly thousand miles of deep mountains is the territory of barbarians and barrens, among which it is said that there are also cannibals and giants.

Judging from the appearance of these strong men who appeared in front of them, it was likely to be a tribe of barbarians.

In the realm of human beings, barbarians are synonymous with barbarism and ferocity, they advocate force, like to be brave and ruthless, and the rough way of thinking and strong physique are the best interpretation of the eight words "well-developed limbs and simple mind".

It's easy to deal with them, and you don't need to spend too much effort to figure out the other party's mind, because their emotions will be written on their faces, and what thoughts in their hearts will be said simply and directly, and they don't know what shame is or what euphemism is, as long as you follow their intentions, you will basically not suffer.

Of course, the first thing that comes to mind when they see a stranger is to try to see if the other person is beaten.

Ye Haotian stood in the middle of the road, thinking about whether to enter the tribe, after all, it was the first time to contact the barbarians, I don't know if they can speak the common language of human beings, what if there is a problem in communication, causing a misunderstanding, what should I do if I start to do it again? But if I don't enter, it is difficult to determine how long it will take for the next village to meet, and sleeping in the open for more than half a month in a row has made him have an unprecedented desire for clean water and comfortable beds.

Just when Ye Haotian hesitated, a dog barked suddenly behind him, and the cry was thick and loud, like a beast's roar.

The eight taels lying on Ye Haotian's shoulder swooped to the ground in fright, his slender tail was raised high, and he jumped vigilantly onto a boulder next to him, his eyes full of anger.

Ye Haotian was also shocked by this sudden dog barking, his whole body trembled, he turned around, and saw a big yellow dog with golden hair and a size comparable to an adult male lion appeared in the middle of the road more than ten meters away.

Seeing Ye Haotian turn to look at himself, the silver-white mane on the neck of the big yellow dog suddenly stood up like a steel needle, its eyes showed a fierce light, bared its teeth, and let out a low roar in its throat, as if it was ready to pounce at any time.

Hearing the barking of the dogs, several of the barbarian men of the tribe looked sideways, and a few of them strode over, each with a hunting fork and battle axe in their hands, and an archer with a bow drew an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bowstring, and turned and burrowed into the grass beside him.