In southern Xinjiang, the cities of the Miao nationality are not as prosperous as those of the Central Plains, but they have their own national culture, and the architectural style is slightly different from that of the Central Plains.

The walls of important towns are only half as high as ordinary cities in the Central Plains, and most of the pedestrians on the streets are Miao people wearing Miao costumes, and there are also merchants who come and go from the Central Plains.

Although the southern Xinjiang is remote, but the forest here is dense, there are a large number of snakes, insects, rats and ants, a large number of poisonous inhabitants, but the danger is also accompanied by opportunities, the unique environment gave birth to a large number of rare medicinal materials, attracting the Central Plains businessmen to purchase, after long-distance transportation brought back to the Central Plains to resell to obtain a lot of profits.

Although the Central Plains people were cunning and often drove down prices, the Miao people still wanted to trade with them, and with the tacit approval of the rulers, the Miao economy developed rapidly in this trade.

"Husband, is this Ling'er's hometown?"

On the bustling street, a large number of vendors on both sides of the road set up stalls to sell goods, Zhao Ling'er was wearing a black long dress, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar environment, and spoke a little nervously.

Xu Le changed into a white robe, wrapped around his waist with a gold ribbon, his long hair was casually draped behind him, and replied with a light smile: "That's right, if you go further, it is your father, that is, the palace of the puppet emperor of Southern Xinjiang!" ”

Zhao Ling'er's expression darkened when she heard the word puppet, but she thought that her life was not caused by the cowardice and incompetence of her biological father, so she sighed lightly and walked forward with her head down.

Just a few steps, a sugar gourd floated in front of her, Zhao Ling'er's heart warmed, and she just wanted to speak, but found that Xu Le had already walked dozens of meters.

"Husband, wait for me!"

Zhao Ling'er picked up the sugar gourd floating in front of him, trotted and chased after it, and suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in his ears.

Stomp, stomp!

Dozens of red-robed figures ran quickly through the streets, and the people avoided them when they saw the red-robed figures, looking pious.

"Welcome home, princess!"

The red-robed guard knelt on the ground with a Miao knife in his hand, surrounded Zhao Ling'er and saluted, making Zhao Ling'er a little overwhelmed, and said softly: "Get up!" ”

Whoa!

At the same time, dozens of soldiers came out of the end of the street, blocking civilians from the edge and clearing the street.

A car was carried by four big men, and slowly came to Zhao Ling'er, and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume with a crown came down from above.

Zhao Ling'er looked at the familiar face in the unfamiliar, and had a little guess in her heart, and found that Xu Le was already standing by her side, subconsciously holding Xu Le's arm, feeling the sense of security it brought to her, she raised her head firmly to look at him, and asked sonorously: "Are you the Witch King?" ”

The middle-aged man in the Chinese costume smiled for a moment, and his eyes were slightly dim, but he glanced at Xu Le beside Zhao Ling'er, and the smile on his face was still kind, "Ling'er, I am your father!" ”

"Father......" Ling'er murmured in a low voice, and before she could answer, the people suddenly began to cheer, and a group of black and red figures appeared, and the people knelt down and cheered, and the movement was even more powerful than the arrival of the Witch King.

"Moon ......"

The witch king scolded secretly, pretending to be calm but still unable to hide his fear of worshipping the moon, dense fine sweat broke out on his forehead, his clenched fists trembled slightly, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest, although he tried his best to hide it, he concealed Zhao Ling'er's perception.

Zhao Ling'er shook her head, and the last trace of good feelings for the Witch King was completely consumed.

A king is actually afraid of the national teacher, and Zhao Ling'er can also know why his mother sacrificed her life to seal the water demon beast and turned into a stone statue to guard by the lake......

Zhao Ling'er was sad, she heard Xu Le's voice in her heart, and her face changed slightly, but she trusted Xu Le, so she didn't ask back, and nodded in agreement.

"The princess is happy to return home!"

The Lunatic Cult Master came in the crowd of the people, and it can be seen from the people's voices that he has been completely hollowed out, if the Lunatic Cult Master raises his arms and shouts, he can be pulled off the horse, except for his henchmen, not many people will speak for him!

Zhao Ling'er was disappointed in her heart, this father was completely different from what she imagined, and even 108,000 miles away.

Xu Le looked at the cowardly Witch King, and was not interested in paying attention to his little scheme, this kind of weak chicken is not worth paying attention to, but the strength of the Moon Worship Sect Master seems to be stronger, compared to the previous sharpness, now it is much more convergent, and it looks like a mortal from a distance!

Back to basics!

Xu Le held Zhao Ling'er's hand, pinched it lightly, signaled that she didn't need to be afraid, leaned forward slightly, looked at the Moon Worship Sect Master with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "Long time no see!" ”

The Moon Worship Sect Master smiled slightly, "You too, I haven't seen you for a long time, your breath is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that it won't be long before a Daoist friend becomes an immortal!" ”

"Where...... It's not as good as you, you're about to take that step, you don't have enough classics, and you don't have the careful teaching of your master, but you have come before countless people, and you are worthy of being a genius! ”

Xu Le admired from the bottom of his heart, who could be like the Moon Worship Sect Master who only used the most basic cultivation techniques to continuously improve, and reached the half-step fairyland by groping by himself.

Bai Yue smiled slightly, there was no joy or sorrow for Xu Le's praise, it seemed that everything in the world was a dog in his eyes, and nothing could shake his mind, although there was a smile on his face, but there was no slightest smile, only calm in his eyes!

The Wu King, who was ignored, was slightly embarrassed, and greeted with a dry cough: "The national teacher is also here!" ”

Bai Yue did not rush to reply, but raised his hand to signal the people to be quiet, and then said to the witch king: "Your Majesty, the princess has just returned to China, why don't you go back to the temple with me to be baptized and wash off the dust on your body!" ”

"This ......" The Witch King's face was ugly, but looking at Bai Yue's firm attitude, his eyes glanced at Xu Le on the side, his eyes were full of hope, after learning about Xu Le's strength from Elder Shi's mouth, he regarded Xu Le as a savior.

Although he owes Ling'er for so many years, what he longs for most during this time is Xu Le, even if he refuses to admit it in his heart, what he longs for most is the power that has been hollowed out, not family affection.

But what disappointed him was that Xu Le stood quietly aside, and did not react to the aggressiveness of the moon worship, as if he was scared silly!

"This, this, this ......"

The Witch King was speechless, he knew that this was the Moon Worship Sect Master's dismount for him, but looking at the eyes of the people, looking at the adoring eyes of most of his soldiers, and Xu Le, who had no reaction, he barely pulled out a smile, "It still depends on Ling'er's own opinion, maybe he has just returned to China, and he hasn't ...... yet."

"I agree!"

Zhao Ling'er on the side suddenly exited, interrupting the last struggle of the Witch King, taking Xu Le's hand and leaving with the Moon Worship Sect Master!

"Your Majesty, go back to the palace to rest first!"

Bai Yue smiled slightly, ignoring the ugly face of the Witch King, and the mighty team slowly left.