Speaking of this, Ye Qinglan couldn't help but wonder what else in this world she couldn't think of.

"Picturesque, I don't know if Liancheng told you, I'...... I've forgotten all about the past, so can you tell me what should be on this continent? ”

Mo Ruhua smiled and pulled Ye Qinglan to his side, and talked endlessly for her.

All the things about Ye Qinglan, Helian Cheng had already told Mo Ruhua about them.

Naturally, she is also aware of this.

Ye Qinglan and Mo Ruhua have similar personalities, chatting happily, as if no one is there. Helian Cheng stared at Xiling Qian helplessly.

The two chatted tirelessly for a day, from the mainland to themselves, almost without talking.

Helian Cheng and Feng Yanlin have changed several times, and they don't know.

It wasn't until dark that they got out of the carriage.

Since leaving Kyoto, it has become more and more remote, and now, half of the people in this barren mountain range have not seen it.

Tonight, they had to sleep in the open.

Make a bonfire and place the processed game on the fire rack.

After a while, the epidermis changes color.

After roasting for a while, I only saw the oil bubbling out, the aroma was pervasive, and the roast was golden and yellow.

Xilingqian estimated that her chest was pressed against her back when she was hungry, and before it was a little colder, she immediately cut a piece with a knife and threw it into her mouth, which made her grin.

Feng Yanlin joked that she gobbled it up and was repaired by Xiling Qian.

Helian Cheng cut the meat into slices, wrapped them in the naan they bought in the morning, and handed them to Xiling Qian and Ye Qinglan.

Ye Qinglan said thank you and took a bite.

The taste of the meat is very delicious, and when you bite into it, the juices are absorbed by the naan and do not flow out.

The skin is crispy and the meat is tender, and with naan, there is a feeling of eating meat and buns.

Feng Yanlin took out a pancake, wrapped the meat slices in the cake, and distributed it to Mo Ruhua.

Ye Qinglan gulped and sat in the carriage for a day, she was indeed a little tired and hungry.

Today, Mo Ruhua told her a lot.

For example, the cultivation of immortals on the Muka Continent is not only practice, but can really be transformed into immortals.

Once, the ancestor of Jiuhuamen, when he was about to feather, was killed by the Demon Venerable.

Moreover, in this world, in addition to the human race, there are also Qingqiu, Nuwa tribe, gods, immortals, demons, and demons.

Qingqiu is located outside the mountains and seas, no one has ever been there, but they come and go freely in the world.

Those people are born luckier than ordinary people.

When they were born, they had abundant spiritual power in their bodies, and they didn't need to cultivate step by step like this at all.

Among them, Mo Ruhua also mentions Xiaoyao Palace many times, it does not belong to any country, nor is it a sect of cultivating immortals.

The name of the Muka continent is the master of the Xiaoyao Palace, that is, the gods.

It is said that he has great powers, and when he stomps his feet, the world will tremble. Such a person naturally became the object of worship of the people.

Ye Qinglan was originally not interested in that Laozi Divine Venerable, but now that she heard Mo Ruhua say this, she wanted to see this 'Divine Venerable'.

The wind at night is very light and cool.

Feng Yanlin and Helian City set up two tents, and as the night grew deeper, they decided to take turns keeping vigil for safety.

The wind and heat were on the first half of the night.

Mo Ruhua didn't seem to be tired, pulling Ye Qinglan to talk. Xilingqian beside them had already fallen asleep.

Her voice is soft, as comfortable as the wind on a summer night.

"Qinglan, I am an orphan, I have no parents, I only have a master. It was He who gave me new life, He who picked me up from the snow. ”