readx;? There are countless caves on the mountain walls on all sides of the sinkhole, and there are thousands of Luozhi people living in them, not so much caves, it is better to be more precise, they should be grottoes, because the sinkhole is surrounded by stone walls, and it is more difficult to excavate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info√

After Yang Jing passed through the crop area, he came to the front of this grotto.

There is a fence outside this grotto, and there are vines climbing on the fence, and there are a few unknown melons on the vines, and inside the fence is a small vegetable field, which is planted with some rare herbs!

And the entrance of the grotto is also equipped with a firewood door, at this time the firewood door has been opened, the fire in the grotto is very weak, the grotto is set off as deep as a bottomless pit.

Yang Jing did not hesitate any longer, and walked in, he had already wrapped his hands tightly with kudzu potato vines, and used them as arm guards and fist gloves to defend himself.

The grotto is not small, there are more than ten square meters, and the middle part is the most eye-catching, because there is a fire pond there, although there is only a faint light of a little charcoal, but in this dark night, it is as bright as a lighthouse.

On the edge of the fire pond, a Luozhi man was sitting, holding in his arms the god that Yang Jing had been searching for.

At this time, Shen Tu had fallen asleep peacefully, like a long-lost child, sleeping deeply in his mother's arms.

Yang Jing took advantage of that little bit of firelight, and saw that Na Luozhiren's chest was like two shriveled water bladders hanging down, and then saw her face full of maternal kindness, and she already knew in her heart that this was the real mother of Shendi!

When Shen Tu was chosen to be a spirit child, he must have been very young, and he was not yet old enough to be sensible, so how could he remember his mother? Why was he able to find him here? How could he be sure that this Luozhi man was his mother?

Yang Jing didn't know anything about this, but he wasn't too surprised, because whether it was Gu magic or the descendants of Yelang, everything was already magical and weird enough, maybe many things couldn't be explained clearly for a while, but Yang Jing wasn't easy to be surprised.

It's like when he feels the call of the gods, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing, it is okay to say that it is intuition, it is not too much to say that it is an illusion, it is also the influence of the surrounding environment on him, or it is just because he is walking in a dark world, and there is a faint fire here, he naturally came here.

Because the Luozhi people are in rags, or even simply unclothed, in order to keep warm and protect their skin, they have a lot of mud on their bodies, or stone armor formed by stalactites and stone slurry, so they will give people an ugly impression.

But Yang Jing has seen the Bamboo King, and he has also seen the Luo Demon Man, and he has also seen many Luo Zhi craftsmen wearing cloth clothes along the way, these people have good faces, good facial features, and are not ugly.

The same is true of Shendi's mother, although she looks a little old, she can still see that she should be a beauty when she is young, or that she is not old at all, at least not as old as her appearance, but because the living conditions are too difficult, her face and body are older than her age.

This Luo Zhi man, who was suspected to be the mother of the gods, did not seem to panic, as if he had expected Yang Jing's arrival.

She picked up a wooden bowl next to her and handed it to Yang Jing, Yang Jing looked at Luozhiren, and now that she had no malicious intent, she squatted down and took the wooden bowl.

The bowl was soup, or mush, hot, and there was no smell of meat, so Yang Jing drank it with confidence.

If there is a smell of meat in it, it is estimated that Yang Jing will not dare to put his mouth down, after all, there is Sun Erniang's experience, drinking broth in such a bitter place, who knows what kind of meat it is?

This bowl of mush doesn't have any special taste, but it can keep out the cold when it is hot, Yang Jing cherishes it very much, there is no waste at all, and when he handed the empty bowl back, he said thank you to Luozhi people.

He knew that the Luozhi people didn't know how to listen to the official language, so they didn't use the official language.

As for what he just said, he doesn't even remember himself clearly, because this is the local dialect he learned in Guangxi when he investigated the old doctor, and he doesn't know whether it is Yao or Zhuang, the meaning may be hello, or it may be thank you.

Although I don't remember it very clearly, it is said to be derived from Yelang's language, anyway, it is better than speaking official language, and Yang Jing didn't think much about it, so he said it.

"Here you are... Why?" Luo Zhiren suddenly asked, she didn't expect her to understand official language!

Yang Jing was also surprised, but after thinking about it, it is said that the people of the White Bull Sect often use the Luozhi people as slaves and animals, and it may not be too strange that these Luozhi people know some official language.

Luo Zhiren's question caused Yang Jing to fall into a short period of contemplation, and after a while, Yang Jing answered truthfully.

"In order to overthrow the White Bull Cult. ”

Yang Jing thought that he was quite satisfied with this answer, because his purpose was indeed to exterminate the head rudder of the White Bull Sect and win the followers of the Bamboo King, and these Luozhi people were enslaved and oppressed by the White Bull Sect, and they should have hated the White Bull Sect for a long time, so this answer should be able to get the favor of the Luozhi people.

However, she shook her head and said to Yang Jing, "Then why do you want to go with the Bamboo King?"

Yang Jing couldn't help but be vigilant in her heart, it was obvious that she had a lot of hostility towards the Bamboo King, and even some warnings in it!

"For he is your king. ”

"Then why should he watch us suffer, and shouldn't the king love his people?"

Yang Jing's mind suddenly appeared that Luozhi people were as humble as reptiles, and his heart was uncomfortable, but he still replied.

"Because he wants to restore his country..."

Na Luozhi raised her head, her eyes were as clear as the ice blue lake, she looked directly at Yang Jing, and then said with anger.

"We are his country, without us, there would be no other country, and if you want to restore the country with the help of the people on the ground, it is simply a matter of seeking fish, because the people on the ground are our worst enemies, groveling to the enemy in order to restore the country, what kind of king is this?"

Yang Jing didn't expect this Luozhi person's consciousness to be so high, she can be said to have seen through this matter in essence, Yang Jing thought about it, and continued.

"So he needs me to help him defeat the people of the White Bull Sect, because the people of the White Bull Sect are also my enemies..."

As if hearing a joke, Luo Zhiren smiled lowly, and then stretched out his dry finger and nodded Yang Jing's nose.

"He needs your help? How many of you are there? You don't know as much about the White Bull Sect as we do, so what can you do to help him?"

Luozhi people can be said to hit the nail on the head, this question Yang Jing has also asked himself countless times, why did the Bamboo King keep them, why did he take them to the top of the mountain?

Yang Jing thought about it, and the only explanation could only be that the Bamboo King needed Yang Jing because Yang Jing was more suitable for the reincarnation of the Great Sage than the Holy Maiden, because the Luozhi people saw Yang Jing's magic, and he wanted to use Yang Jing to calm people's hearts and stabilize his rule over the Luozhi people.

"Because I'm a reincarnated great sage?" Yang Jing replied to Luo Zhiren with some weakness, but Luo Zhiren's next sentence made Yang Jing speechless for a moment.

"No, you're not. ”

"How do you know I'm not?"

"Because, I am. ”

She is the reincarnated Great Sage! Yang Jing couldn't help but stare at this female Luozhi in surprise, her eyes were extremely clear at this time, full of depth and wisdom, as if she could see through Yang Jing's thoughts!

Yang Jing asked her, "Since you are a reincarnated Great Sage, why don't you stand up and help your people?"

Luo Zhiren smiled at Yang Jing: "Why do you have to stand up to help them? The crops you see in front of you are all the seeds I found, I taught them to farm, teach them to use fire, teach them to weave, those craftsmen who wear cloth clothes are all my apprentices, almost everything in this underground world is brought by me, except for the palace, the palace that oppresses our compatriots and builds them with their flesh and blood!"

Yang Jing couldn't help but be surprised, if what she said was true, then this Luozhi man should be more suitable than the Bamboo King to be the king of the Yelang people!

"But why don't you stand up and watch as the Heavenly Fragrance Holy Maiden of the White Bull Sect pretends to be a reincarnated Great Sage to deceive your compatriots?"

The great sage looked outside the grotto, and then replied to Yang Jing: "Shouldn't the great sage live beside his compatriots? ”

Yang Jing looked at this Luozhi person, and couldn't help but be full of admiration, she was able to live in obscurity among the poor, silently dedicating herself to the survival of her compatriots, this alone was enough for her to compare to the Bamboo King!

Yang Jing bowed his head to her, bowed, and said with reverence: "You are a person worthy of admiration. ”

There was a smile in the eyes of the great sage, and he shook his head lightly at Yang Jing and said, "I don't want your admiration, I want you to do me a favor." ”

"Help? Yang is now unable to protect himself, what can he help you?"

"It's very simple, I want you to learn a song. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"Yes, it's as simple as that. ”

"What song?"

"Only the great sages know how to sing songs, songs that can save you and save us. ”

"You're going to make me a great sage?"

"No, I just want you to sing. ”

Yang Jing also wanted to ask why, the great sage had already begun to sing a song softly, this song was the same tune that Yang Jing had sung before, but the lyrics were different.

Her voice was very low, very kind, and very gentle, and Yang Jing gradually became confused when she heard it, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

When Yang Jing woke up, he was lying on the edge of the fire, still holding the empty wooden bowl in his hand!

Yang Jing sat up abruptly, looking at the Great Sage with vigilance, at this time Shen Di had already woken up, his eyes were not half sluggish, full of spirituality, and even stared at Yang Jing with some hostility!

Yang Jing looked at the great sage with lowered eyebrows, and then looked at the wooden bowl in his hand, not knowing whether everything he had just given birth to was real or an illusion!

It is said that the great sage knows farming and other techniques, and it may not be strange that he knows official language, but everything seems to be born in a dream, just like the great sage specially gave him a bowl of paste in order to be able to communicate with him, so that he fell into an illusion and completed the conversation in the illusion!

Yang Jing couldn't tell the difference, but there was a ballad echoing in his mind, and this ballad seemed to have awakened from the depths of his body, and he couldn't forget it.

The Great Sage stretched out his hand, took out a stone knife made of obsidian, and wiped it on the palm of his hand, and warm blood flowed down immediately.

The eyes of the gods suddenly showed a greedy light, as if the blood was the best delicacy in the world.

The second finger of the Great Sage's right hand rubbed over Yang Jing's forehead, leaving a blood mark on Yang Jing, and then smiled at Yang Jing.

Shen Tu stood up, looked at the great sage with some reluctance, and then, like a child who had just learned to speak, said to Yang Jing in a stiff official voice: "Go... Walk... Let's go..."

Yang Jing glanced at the Great Sage, nodded at the Great Sage, and then walked out of the grotto.

When he walked out of the grotto, Yang Jing looked around, and suddenly felt that his vision was much clearer, as if a rainstorm had washed over the world.

In his eyes, the huge sinkhole was still dark, only the peak in the center and the temple on the top of the mountain were refracted, refracting the light of the stars and the moon, but what Yang Jing saw was a grotto with four walls, lit up with countless green fluorescences, as if the stars in the sky had all fallen into the sinkhole!

In his ears, the whispering voice of the Lochi people became more and more, and he knew that these were the Lochi people's desire for tomorrow, their desire for freedom, all theirs, the light of hope!

And these lights, at this moment, are all paying attention to one person, Yang Jing!