The great wizard Wu Zhe sighed lightly, looked at Mo Li, who looked calm as water in front of him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and said:

"The Wu Clan has not had a guest from the Central Plains for hundreds of years, would you like to follow me around the Wu Clan?"

Mo Li frowned slightly, pondered slightly, and said, "Okay! ”

Great Wizard Wu Zhe smiled slightly, pointed forward with his hand, and said, "How about going to that place first?" ”

Mo Li looked up, and was suddenly stunned, only to see that the place where the great wizard pointed was a stone platform building built on the mountainside, frowned, and said, "Altar? ”

The Grand Wizard smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's the altar." ”

Mo Li was silent, and his heart was faintly vigilant.

At this time, the Wu clan was not friendly to the Central Plains people, and the place where he went was the weird altar of the Wu clan, so he had to ponder for a while.

After all, the altar has a special meaning here in the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan.

Although it was the first time he came to the Wu clan in southern Xinjiang, he didn't know much about the customs here, but he still knew about the five clans that were separated from the Wu clan in later generations: Zhuang, Miao, Tu, Li, and Gaoshan.

There is a corresponding introduction in the original book.

The five ethnic groups are divided into land, and each has its own religion of the gods.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, altars dedicated to the ancestors of the gods.

The altar has a high status among the tribes in the southern Xinjiang area, and in the eyes of most of the tribal people, it is a tool to communicate with the gods.

What does it really mean to be in such a sacred place, the great wizard actually wants to take him there?

After being silent for a long time, Mo Li didn't understand the meaning, so he had to ask: "That's the altar of the Wu clan, is it appropriate for me as an outsider to go over?" ”

The great wizard Wu Zhe smiled faintly when he heard this, and said softly: "Little friend, the Wu Temple was broken just now, do you still care about the altar of the Wu clan?" ”

“......”

Mo Li.

The old guy was very bad, and he knew that he didn't succeed in getting in, and he still used words to squeeze it.

It's disgusting.

But...

This is other people's territory, and there is no room for presumptuousness.

He glanced at the great wizard Wu Zhe lightly, expressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said:

"Let's go, since you said so, if I don't go over, it will be too petty!"

Although I don't know who the old man is, looking at his powerful cultivation and the confidence exuded from his expression, his status in the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan is definitely not low.

Moreover, he didn't show any hostility towards himself for the time being, so let's go over and have a look first.

If there is hostility, you should be able to get out of here by your own means.

Great Wizard Wu Zhe looked at Mo Li with a smile in his eyes, looked at Mo Li with interest, and said with a light smile: "Let's go!" ”

Mo Li glanced at him, didn't speak, and walked directly towards the altar in the middle of the mountain.

Mo Li knew that this place was where Fang Cai's Qili Pass was located.

As they continued to move forward, they saw more and more Wu people.

The people of Middle-earth led by the great wizard Wu Zhe all showed curious looks, and some even showed a little hostility.

All the way forward, the two were speechless.

It took about half a cup of tea.

They walked to the foot of the high hill of the altar.

The great wizard Wu Zhe stopped and went up directly without taking Mo Li.

It's not that they don't want to, it's that there are people who are guarded by the Wics here, and they won't let them in if they don't say who they are.

At the same time, the Great Wizard smiled and said, "Little friend, do you know what kind of place this is?" ”

"I don't know!"

Mo Li shook his head.

If he didn't understand the meaning of what the great wizard Wu Zhe brought him here, he would never say that he knew.

After all, this is one of the sacred altars of the supreme clan of the people.

"This is Qilitong, a place dedicated to the god of dogs..."

The great wizard Wu Zhe was like a talker, constantly telling about the dog god, and Mo Li, who knew these contents, had to pretend to be unknown and listen, in order to cover up what he knew.

Soon, two burly men came over, looking at their outfits, these two should be the leaders of the guards here.

Although they were dressed in the usual clothing of the Wicans, they wore wooden armor made of tough wooden baskets on their chests, and they held a slender scimitar instead of the long-handled spears used by soldiers.

The two strong men of the witch clan came to the great wizard Wu Zhe, looked Mo Li on the side up and down, and then said loudly: "Gurgling, croaking, croaking, ......"

"Quack, Quack, Quack, Mul, Woo, Woo, ......"

The Great Wizard Wu Zhe also replied loudly.

“......”

Mo Li frowned, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face.

For him, this kind of language is a foreign language, and he can't understand it at all.

Even if the great wizard Wu Zhe sold him, there was no trick.

Who doesn't know a foreign language!

Not for a while.

The two Witch men in fine clothes turned to leave, and made a gesture of letting go.

The Great Wizard turned his head to look at Mo Li, and said with a smile: "Let's go, little friend, I'll take you to visit Qilitong." ”

Mo Li nodded.

At this time, he somewhat understood the helplessness of the ghosts of the later generations to come here.

If you don't understand the language, you can't move an inch.

He traveled all over for Baguio, looking for the whereabouts of the Black Witch Clan everywhere.

It's a pity that more than 10 years were wasted because of the language barrier.

Mo Li followed behind the Great Wizard and secretly made up his mind that he must learn the Wu language well in the future.

This way, it will be easier to communicate with them in the future.

On the road.

The women of the witch clan around them, when they saw Mo Li, some of them had their eyes shining, as if they were seeing something delicious.

In groups of three or five, the sound of chirping comes and goes.

I don't know what we talked about.

However, the smile that cracked from the corner of the mouth of the great wizard Wu Zhe to the ear was definitely not a good thing.

Halfway through the journey, seven or eight strong warriors of the Wu clan came down the mountain road, and in the middle of them was an old man who looked to be in his early fifties.

After seeing Wu Zhe, he saluted respectfully, and his voice was like thunder: "Big brother, this kid is the one the witch god said, right?" ”

After speaking, he walked out of the crowd, came to Mo Li's side and looked up and down, his eyes were sharply aggressive, and Mo Lizhi frowned.

This old man is quite tall, although because of his age, there are gray hairs on the corners and sideburns, but his spirit is extremely strong.

Those eyes were blazing, and from time to time they would reveal bursts of coldness.

"Not bad!"

The Great Wizard Wu Zhe nodded.

A large number of old men who couldn't leave for a while suddenly spoke, but this time they used the witch language, and said: "Gurgling, croaking, croaking? ”

Wu Zhe is also: "Gurgling, Gurrah, Gura Gur, Gura Fluff Hu..."

Mo Li was stunned, it sounded similar to what the two leaders asked just now, I think it probably means the same thing, right?

After a while, the old man left with seven or eight young strong men.

When he passed by Mo Li's side, he said with a smile: "Boy, you are very good, the old man likes it!" ”

"Forehead ....."

Don't be stunned.

There was a kind of intention to beat the old man.

What does it mean that the old man likes?

Is it okay to have a normal hobby of old paper!

........