The next day, thirty-one of them were stuffed like cattle into a closed carriage. The walls of the carriage were clad in iron sheets, with only small windows on either side.

Xuanyuan Zhao squeezed next to the small window, and there was a guy who didn't have long eyes, holding still, kicking him away, and then Shi Shiran sat down. The child looked at him pitifully and angrily, and Xuanyuan Zhao was indifferent.

Horse-drawn carriages galloped along the way, flanked by either high mountains or fields, and few towns were seen. It seems that this group of people deliberately avoided crowded places. Without towns, it's hard to figure out where you are and where you're going. He still has some unique symbols on both sides in mind and looks forward to helping them in the future.

Opposite him, there was a stubborn boy with a very strong body and thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had also been observing Xuanyuan Zhao, and the eyes of the two met. The little boy smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Feilong." ”

"My name is Xuanyuan ......" He wanted to introduce himself as Xuanyuan Zhao, but this was not the name given by his parents, but his grandfather, who was called Xuanyuan Zhao for two years, and was used to being called Xuanyuan Zhao. If he had been in the Xuanyuan family, perhaps this name would have been his name forever, but now that he had left there, he should resume the name his parents had given him.

"My name is Xuanyuan Qingyu. ”

Xuanyuan is his father's surname, and Qingyu is his mother's surname. This name is a small memorial left to him by his parents.

"I know that the surname of the Chengtian Holy King is Xuanyuan, is he your ancestor?"

"Perhaps. "Xuanyuan Zhao, no, now it's going to be called Xuanyuan Qingyu," he replied with some sadness.

"My dad is a very sinister man, he will definitely come to save me, and we will go together when the time comes. ”

"Good. Let's go together. ”

The two children were filled with hope at the same time.

In the far northwest, a man named Zhao Feihu went crazy, his son was lost, and someone saw his son kidnapped. Zhao Feihu is an adventurer with extensive connections, and he will do whatever it takes to find his lost son. This son is all his hope.

What he didn't know was that there were two teenagers who also pinned their hopes on him.

On the other side of the mountain, there are still mountains, and the mountains are endless. There are towering trees everywhere, cliffs everywhere, and I don't know which poor mountain is here.

In this sea of green, the Manichaeans enclosed a compound of two or three miles, surrounded by strict carved towers. In this mysterious compound, there lives a group of children, who are climbing in the mud at this time. The whip struck them on their backs for no reason, and the whip did not even say a word, and continued to crawl forward in silence.

Zhao Feilong took the lead and climbed the fastest. Xuanyuan Qingyu was mixed in the crowd, unhurried, and received a few whips on his body. With each whip, he could hear the skin and flesh being cracked open and blood dripping into the mud. He was numb to the pain.

This is a Manichaean training camp modeled after the Knights of the Cult of Creation, who want to cultivate their faith in Chawan, the god of light, from a young age. Every night, an hour is spent praying and studying the teachings of Manichaeism.

Xuanyuan Qingyu is very curious, very curious about all religions, probably because Pope John II gave him a handful of gifts, he has a good impression of the Creation God Cult, and has always prayed to the God of Creation, and the Almighty God of Creation listened to his prayers and let him escape and ascend to heaven smoothly.

The head of Mani is a god of light. In their teachings, the universe originates from the same source, and there are two gods, dark and light, each with its own dominance. The God of Light is holy, beautiful, peaceful, and orderly, while the kingdom of the God of Darkness is dark, unclean, ugly, and chaotic.

They also put both the demons and the orcs under the side of the dark rule, and the human race was also created by the god of light, but they violated the strict orders of the god of light and had original sin. As a result, human beings were punished by the God of Light to be enslaved by the Dark Demon God, and this led to the fate of human beings being enslaved by the demons for thousands of years.

But the God of Light did not give up on humanity and sent His own Son of Light to save humanity, and he was Mani. For the sins of mankind, in order to redeem mankind, he was willing to be burned at the stake and completed his redemption in the flames.

The head of Manichaeism is called Da Mingzun, and there are protectors, left and right messengers, and the banner masters, and then priests and deacons, with strict hierarchies and strict organizations.

But Manichaeism is still far inferior to the Cult of Creation, which has been circulating since the beginning of human civilization, and the Manichaean doctrine of salvation is almost copied from the Cult of Creation.

What's worse is that the Cult of Creation is the state religion of the empire and is supported by all the people and the imperial court, while Mani is regarded as a heretic and is often suppressed by the Cult of Creation. Although Mani is not weak, he is still too far behind the Cult of Creation God, which has ten knights.

Therefore, this generation of Da Ming Zun decided to learn the Creation God Cult to cultivate his own knights. They couldn't find many teenagers who volunteered for a while, and in order to complete their tasks, they went around arresting and kidnapping and abducting them.

But Mani's people acted secretively and mysteriously, and the young men they kidnapped and abducted were all sons of poor families, so that they would not touch the nerves of the nobles, and would not irritate the emperor.

Xuanyuan Qingyu has been here for more than a year, and the thirty-one of them and the teenagers from several other places, a total of one hundred people, form a class. In the training camp, there are more than a dozen teams like them.

From the moment they came in, the number of people has been decreasing, because every day there are deaths. The dead were thrown like garbage at the bottom of the cliff. When it's hot, the wind blows from there, and you can smell the stench of rotting corpses, and the flies are more like clouds, flying in clumps.

Coaches don't have any excuses to kill, as long as they see that you are not happy, they can kill any student. So, the only thing to do here is to follow the rules and not make the coach uncomfortable.

Practice, train, study, and pray every day are these four kinds of lessons that are repeated over and over again.

In terms of cultivation, he secretly practiced magic alone, without telling anyone, including his best friend Zhao Feilong. Fortunately, the copy of "A Primer on the Four Lines of Magic" that he had kept in his package was not searched, because no one was interested in his dirty package. This is the only teaching material and teacher he has for learning magic.

In two years, his magic has improved greatly, and he has officially become a magician. He had learned all the first- and second-order primary magic of the four departments. This is fortunate that in "A Preliminary Study of the Four Systems of Magic", there is a very detailed introduction to the beginner and intermediate magic of the four systems of earth, fire, water and wind.

Every magic has a very elaborate argument, and the advantages and disadvantages are all commented on one by one. What's even more rare is that each spell contains more than three different spells, and has a very forward-looking view of the fusion of magic casting.

In martial arts, he worked harder than all others, and the realm of the Gathering Star Realm was still there, but after there was no innate source crystal in his body, every ten rays of starlight he absorbed, three to four wisps leaked out of nowhere. He is still hovering on the quenching eightfold, and this result, in their class, is only in the middle of the stream.

What made him even more painful was that after being dug up the source crystal, there was a huge crack in the dantian in his body, and when he was subjected to the tide of Yuanli, he always felt cold sweat and pain.

Every time he practiced, he would put a stone in his mouth to prevent himself from screaming or biting his tongue. If you make a sound, you may be killed, and if you bite off your tongue, you may die of pain.

Zhao Feilong has always been quite good, and now he is in the middle stage of the star soul, and he has branded his life star in the distant starry sky, according to him, it is a metal star, which will provide him with a steady stream of metal power, and his attributes will definitely be metallic in the future.

Zhao Feilong would show off to Xuanyuan Qingyu every time, and this was the only thing he could be proud of. Because, in other courses, for example, cultural classes, prayer classes, practical classes, training courses, etc., are not as good as Xuanyuan Qingyu.

What made him most depressed was that his realm was obviously very high, but he couldn't beat Xuanyuan Qingyu in actual combat. Every time he asked, "Hey, how did you refine this guy, obviously you have only quenched your body eightfold, but your body is like a fierce beast." Quietly tell you, our Zhao family also has a bloodline. ”

I have to say the same thing almost every day. After Xuanyuan Qingyu listened to it for the first time, he would take over the conversation and say: "Yes, your family inherits the bloodline of the Tiger Clan, and your father has awakened the Howling Sky Tiger, who is the famous Howling Tiger King and a great four-star hunter master. ”

Next, he will ask: "Your family inherits the Tiger Clan, so why is your name Zhao Feilong and not Zhao Feihu?"

Zhao Feilong would say with a depressed face: "Phew, Lao Tzu's father is called Zhao Feihu, I can only be called Zhao Feilong." ”