The Wu Clan's cottage is towering and covers a vast area, and the wooden pillars used to build the village are one foot high, and the village surrounded by thousands of giant trees looks very majestic.

Walking inside, it seems to be scattered, the houses in the northern region are not as neat as Guanzhong, most of them are very scattered and can't be separated, some are even built around the tree, cut the big tree waist-to-waist, dig a hole in the middle, arrange it a little, and then build a few platforms outside, build a few layers of step houses, this kind of building is not a few in the southern Wu clan.

The people here don't know how to be hospitable, and they only randomly arrange a group of Confucian disciples in the vacant houses and some bunks at home, which makes the Confucian disciples who attach great importance to etiquette very unhappy;

Some Confucian disciples who couldn't stand it anymore began to cut down wood and build houses by themselves.

Lu Hong didn't care about this, the seemingly simple Wu man arranged him in a small vacant house with Yan Wufang, the house was dilapidated, repaired for a long time, and he could smell a musty smell as soon as he got close, and the three of them opened the door for a while and found some food at random, quite a bit of Yan turned back to the leisurely comfort when he was in the alley.

But it gradually became a little crowded.

Although Xu Ziji, the envoy of the Wu tribe, and Ah Youyi, the holy envoy of the Wu tribe, said that they were to let the Confucian children enter the village and wait for the appearance of the saint on the fifth day of the third month, they actually did not restrict the entry and exit of others, and people from all walks of life from Guanzhong and local aborigines and tribes could come here to pay homage to the holy relics.

Lu Hong soon saw an acquaintance.

Ziyang Zhenren and Ye Forget worries of the South China School.

Ziyang Zhenren naturally saw him, but he didn't have the hostility he had before, and actually nodded to him in courtesy.

Lu Hong also nodded to him, but when he left, he shook his head and said, "There is really no one in the God of Wealth Pavilion who is easy to match."

"That person has a strong foundation, an extraordinary temperament, and he has Taoist real kung fu, and he is also a person from the God of Wealth Pavilion?",

Yan Wufang asked.

Lu Hongdao: "The Ziyang real person of the Nanhua faction, he looks like a master in the open, but in the dark he is the eagle dog minions of the God of Wealth Pavilion, not long ago I just had a vicious fight with him, and he is really a difficult character."

Yan Wufang couldn't help but put down the cup in his hand and said in surprise: "Nanhua faction?",

As the owner of the Xianwen Pavilion, with his knowledge, he will naturally not be unfamiliar with the Nanhua faction, as early as a thousand years ago, this branch of the Taoist sect has been at its peak, the ancient Taoist gate moved out of Zhongzhou, and after guarding the reincarnation, the Nanhua faction is the bull's ear of the Taoist faction, and it has been faintly able to be as famous as the Kunlun faction, the Nanhai Guanyin Sect and other hidden immortal sects, if even this faction is infiltrated by the God of Wealth Pavilion, then the strength of the God of Wealth Pavilion is worth his re-evaluation.

Lu Hong didn't take this matter very seriously, he had already understood the mystery of the God of Wealth Pavilion, and every time he was born, he was already surprised, and said: "I heard that the body of the saint is at the altar of the five immortals in the holy land of the Wu clan, I want to go and see it",

Yan Wufang bowed his head slightly: "I'll go with Xiaoyou",

Lu Hong said: "Today is seven or eight days away from the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, but I don't know if we can enter the holy land of the Wu clan, if the master of the family does not allow it, we will have to do some things like chickens and dogs."

He planned so, but unexpectedly, after listening to their inquiry, the Holy Envoy of the Wu Clan, Ah Youyi, readily agreed to take them to the Holy Land of the Wu Clan.

"I will take you there, and although you will go in vain, you people will never listen to persuasion."

The little girl, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, rode on the back of a giant scorpion with bare feet, and at this time she had two more colorful poisonous snakes on her ears.

The two vipers hung right on her ears, sometimes spitting out scarlet apricots, sometimes burrowing into her hair.

A chill surged in Lu Hong's heart and asked, "Why?"

Ah Youyi smiled and said, "Because although he is sitting on the altar, you can't see him."

"Can't see him?",

"Not bad", Ah Youyi smiled: "No one can see his face clearly, not even me",

Her face was like an unripe green apple, and it was even more lovely to smile like this.

Lu Hong thought to himself, not knowing why the saint's body couldn't see clearly, but he became more and more curious in his heart.

"It looks like many people here are blessed tonight, our Wu clan has never been here with so many teenagers from Guanzhong",

From time to time on the road, there were oncoming witch girls, and after saluting Ah Youyi, they always did not forget to throw their eyebrows at Lu Hong and Yan Wufang, and the hot look in their eyes was undisguised.

The folk customs of the north are open, just as described in the "Book of Songs", the feelings of young boys and girls are warm and unrestrained, and the girls of the Wu clan are particularly fond of those who come from Guanzhong, who are red and white-lipped, knowledgeable and a little shy, and there is no lack of a dewy marriage every time they are concerned with the visitors.

Lu Hong said with a smile: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, my fair lady, gentleman is good, Mu Shaoai is human nature, I am afraid that those nerds will be killed, and even what Old Master Kong said'Food, sex' is forgotten, but what to do Liu Xia Hui ......",

The cold gaze came, and he suddenly remembered that Yan Wufang and Chaochang were also people who read sage books, and he couldn't help but laugh dryly, and snorted haha.

Ah Youyi covered her mouth and smiled: "Yanagi Hui, is it the one you say in the book of Guanzhong that you don't sit still? No, my clan has been to many young people in Guanzhong, but I haven't seen a few Yanagi Hui."

As he spoke, a gray barrier in front of him had come into view, it was a wall made of huge stones, more than five zhang high, arched, and a towering large stone door in the middle, there was no wind in his ears, but Lu Hong could feel that the aura in all directions was converging towards the stone door.

The aura outside the stone gate continued to flow into the stone gate, but once it entered it, it disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"Huh?",

Lu Hong's heart couldn't help but move, it was the first time he had seen this kind of situation, as if the tall stone door was devouring the aura in all directions, and the open door seemed to be an open mouth, swallowing cattle all the time.

A tall figure was located behind the stone gate, and the golden holy light rose to the sky, shining in all directions.

"That's... The body of a saint?",

Before a few people approached the stone gate, they saw the figure that was higher than the wall and the stone gate, and their hearts were shocked, this body was too tall, and it was nearly six zhang tall when he sat cross-legged, and his body was full of golden light, eye-catching, and sure enough, as Ah Youyi said, no one could see his true appearance.