There was nothing to clean up, and when the sky fell, Datang and his party had already arrived at a farmhouse thirty miles to the south. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe kind-hearted farmer vacated a thatched hut for them, and Datang gave it to Gu Yu, and he and the nine Xuanyao took a nap in the tree behind the house.

Three days later, Datang had reached the sphere of influence of the Youxin tribe, and he was followed by a small beast that looked like an elk.

The Lushu Beast, which was the first to return to the realm of mountains and seas, finally broke the thick shell wrapped around it from the inside, and sang a song with an incomprehensible meaning but extremely pleasant to the ears of this Xiuzhen Jianghu.

It was beside Datang, biting his trouser leg affectionately, and raised his head slightly and screamed a few times, like a little girl singing in the wilderness, its sound curling.

Gu Yu was born close to all kinds of beasts, and it was soon convenient for the newly born Lushu to fight hot. When he was fine, he held it in his arms and stroked its head affectionately. The latter squinted comfortably in enjoyment, and his two front paws scratched restlessly at Gu Yu's chest.

Although the Youxin clan still retains the tribal system, its real strength surpasses that of many vassal states, and it has also climbed the top ten in the mountains and rivers list in the past few years, but its strength should not be underestimated.

Everywhere you can see slaves or civilians dressed in khaki linen, working in the green fields. In this history that has just broken away from primitive society, the first condition for a strong power is the availability of sufficient food.

Occasionally, when the field man looks up and sees more than a dozen outsiders, he will show a curious and timid look, and at first glance, everything seems to be thriving.

In such a season, it is out of place to meet a thin child who is unconscious and dying at the foot of a mountain col.

The first to see him was A, who walked up to the child, sighed at his snort, and returned to the group with a blank face.

Although there is hope for a harvest this season, many people are still dying of sickness or starvation. Datang sighed slightly, ready to turn around and continue to hurry, but the moment he turned his head, he unexpectedly saw the child's slightly undulating chest.

He's alive?

It was a little boy, seven or eight years old, with a yellow face and thin muscles, obviously overly hungry. After personally checking his snort, Datang frowned slightly, why didn't Jia choose to treat him after finding out about his snort?

Datang had no choice but to pick him up and put him on the elephant's back, and then looked over with an inquiring look in his eyes.

A looked at the child with disgust and said:

"I think there are problems, first, the person who should freeze to death should die in the winter, not now, and second, this place is not inaccessible, and there are people coming and going, why no one saves him, unless someone deliberately counts the time and throws him here waiting for us to find out. ”

As soon as A's words fell, the small deer beast jumped onto the elephant's back, opened its mouth and bit the child's neck. Datang waved his hand away, and Lu Shuyou was unwilling to show his sharp teeth.

It is undeniable that what A said is reasonable, but does he really want to see death and not save him? Datang couldn't bear it.

Gu Yu's attitude was surprisingly resolute, she picked up the child, and the meaning of protection was very obvious. Datang shook his head helplessly, so he had to take the child first, and ask him when he woke up, and then make plans.

After a bowl of corn, the child had already woken up, and he curled up timidly, as if any movement could startle him. This kid really looks like a little slave who is often beaten and scolded, and then abandoned.

After a long period of questioning, I learned that he was a slave of a large family somewhere in the south, and his number was seven, so he named him Xiaoqi.

He and his mother were abducted by a group of people passing by, and his mother was sold to a farming family in Peng State, where he fell ill and was abandoned by the bandits.

Jiayou was unwilling to investigate, but failed to find any clues, so he could only lead him forward first.

Xiao Seventy is very well-behaved, and every time the team stops, he takes the initiative to find some vegetable leaves, pick up some dry firewood, and skillfully light a fire. Everyone quickly accepted this child, anyway, the rations he ate were not much, and he and Gu Yu rode on the same green cow, so they would not drag down the journey.

Under the reminder of A, Datang will also think about the problems of this child.

The web woven by the Third Lady enveloped them invisibly, and at this time, he would not despise anyone, for the Xuanniao had already killed people with their own hands when they were eight years old—perhaps ordinary young men, or perhaps real monks.

But no matter what, since Datang picked up Xiao Qi back, he naturally had to find a way to cure his illness.

So, on this day, on the broad back of the elephant, Datang also checked Xiao Qi's body after practicing, only to find that he really became like this because he was poor.

The disease is originally a minor illness, but it can accumulate over the years, and it takes a lot of effort to treat it.

If he was put in an ordinary home, there was a good chance that no one would treat such a small slave, and he could only slowly get sicker and die. Fortunately, he happened to meet Datang, and the latter also wanted to treat him as a patient, master some Wuzhu skills, and become a Dan Dao master in the future.

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The terrain in the north of Youxin is not uneven, one mountain after another, and when you reach a col with a back sun, there are already fewer people. There were traces of the hunter on the narrow mountain path ahead, and it was not very clear to see in the light fog.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed ghostly, and the sharp-eyed armor immediately shouted, "Nine-Tailed Fox!"

Datang hurriedly looked over, and a bush of furry tails could be vaguely seen in the depths of the mist, blocking most of its body.

"Chase!" Datang and A glanced at each other and ran forward first.

The original record of the nine-tailed fox is also in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and with the passage of time, many strange beasts have disappeared.

Although Datang has obtained the mountain and sea realm, but now there are only four strange beasts, and the remaining more than 400 are scattered between heaven and earth.

A group of people suddenly unfolded their bodies, and even Gu Yu hugged Xiao Qi tightly, kicked the belly of the cow and ran forward, and in a blink of an eye, they entered the fog.

As soon as he stepped into the mist, the light mist instantly covered him like a thick night, and the white sky around him could not be seen. The armor that was originally on Datang's side has also disappeared, not to mention the slippery nine-tailed fox.

Datang tried to call a few times, but he couldn't hear a response, and he couldn't care about the nine-tailed fox at the moment, so he could only vigilantly try to move forward.

Datang suddenly woke up, it is very likely that someone wanted to capture the nine-tailed fox, and Datang just happened to break into it.

The more I thought about it, the more certain it became, and from the effect produced by this array, it could be inferred that it was at least a high-level formation of Yuan Ying. Needless to say, the others must have wandered around the white fog like him.

However, it was useless to be anxious, Datang forced himself to calm down and calmly look for clues in his favor.

The reason why formation masters are scarce is because the content involved is very subtle, and it is difficult to participate in a short period of time, and there is often a difference of three feet in one inch. If you can't be extremely proficient, it will be extremely difficult to break other people's formations.

However, Datang was not reconciled, he was familiar with the study of the Dao Zang, although he didn't understand the formation, he always knew some of the principles.

The formation generally has a formation base, and the ever-changing is always inseparable from the range of the 64 hexagrams of Fuxi.

At present, this kind of formation should be a phantom array, by confusing the sight, hearing, and smell of the people in the array, the vitality treasure interferes with the monk's divine thoughts after being added to the formation, and the ingenious Qimen Dunjia technique produces a cycle, in which people cannot perceive the direction.

If the people in the formation have murderous intent, they will occupy a great advantage of time and place, and if they want to kill a cultivator white neck like Datang, it will be effortless.

From this, it can be seen that the formation master should have no ill will towards Datang, and he would have killed him long ago. Thinking of this, Datang simply closed his eyes and groped forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

About a quarter of an hour later, Datang's forehead touched a tree trunk firmly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the fog around him had cleared, but he still didn't see where the rest of the people were.

"Idiot!" a contemptuous laugh rang out behind Datang, and then a pole swung sideways.

Datang stretched out his hand to block, and the pole broke from it, and there was no blessing of the qi machine, it turned out to be an ordinary person.

The one who spoke was a girl of about fifteen years old, with delicate eyebrows, a fair complexion, a black mole the size of a grain of corn on her left cheek, and a long black robe that ran from her shoulders to her ankles.

The long pole should have been used to chase the nine-tailed fox.

Her pole was broken by Datang, and she immediately had a frosty face, and quickly put down seven pieces of vitality jade with both hands, and she was going to set up another formation to trap Datang.

Where is Datang willing to let her be so at the mercy of her, and kick the jade away at the moment.

The woman was just about to have a seizure, when her eyes suddenly swept a white light, and she chased after her. Datang also refused to lag behind, and with his surging true qi, he quickly left behind the woman who had no foundation for cultivating truth.

The nine-tailed fox ran too fast, and Datang followed behind her and didn't know how many bends she had made, and when she arrived at a canyon with cliffs on three sides, the trees in the valley were lush and green, and the nine-tailed fox lost its sight after jumping three or two times.

Datang couldn't observe left and right, felt a little depressed, and was about to turn around to find the whereabouts of Xuanniao Gu Yu and others, when the woman in black followed out breathlessly, and scolded without waiting for her breath to even...... Okay, you're stupid...... Goods, get out of my ...... Fog Array, interrupted...... My fox pole, drive away my nine-tailed fox, what crime should you be guilty of!"

"This girl is really unreasonable, this son walks well and is calculated by the villains, and he is scolded when he walks out of the phantom array, and it is easy to run to this mountain forest to hide and be noisy by a crow. "Datang has been mixed with those slaves and civilians since he was a child, and he hasn't learned anything else, but his mouth is quite neat.

The woman was even more annoyed: "Who is the crow, who do you say is the crow!" You little white face, if it weren't for your good looks, this girl would have put you in a cage to feed the wolves. ”

Datang was suddenly a little speechless, he was called ugly for more than ten years, and a few days after the black armor retreated, he had the nickname of "little white face", which can be regarded as an unusual path.

Now that the nine-tailed fox couldn't be found, he left the girl and walked back, and the woman followed behind him and screamed "little white face, fool".

After walking for about an hour, Datang still wandered around the mountains, and the more he walked, the more desolate he became, with an eerie atmosphere in the forest.

This time, they really got lost!

The woman's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she kept silent, obviously scared to death, but still pouted.

The vitality of heaven and earth here is particularly strong, Datang looked around, and soon set his eyes on a leek-sized grass between the mountain cliffs, with small cyan flowers blooming on the grass.

Best wishes!