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Thousands of feet away, a huge willow tree is particularly conspicuous.

Even at such a distance, Qingyang can still feel the enormity of this willow tree.

The trunk alone has a diameter of seven or eight zhang, and is as high as fifty or sixty zhang, which can be called a towering giant tree.

The strange thing is that the huge willow tree, as if it had been struck by lightning very badly, half of it is dry and black, and the other half is luxuriant.

The willow tree was stout, with twisted branches, and seemed to be imbued with great power to resist the oppression of the heavens.

Half of the trunk and branches, verdant and dense, covering a radius of hundreds of zhang.

The faint green luster, passing through the branches and leaves, the branches swaying gently with the wind, but they are extraordinarily gentle, guarding the sacrificial willows around them.

Qingyang sensitively noticed that when he entered the range of 3,000 zhang of the willow tree, he rarely saw those dangerous poisonous insects, but the air was filled with a faint freshness, which was shocking.

"Hee-hee, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

On a large tree with a diameter of nearly a zhang, the laughter of catkins sounded.

Looking up, the girl looked like dust, sitting on a swing, swaying gently, a foot from the ground.

The big tree is like an umbrella cover, with lush branches and leaves, and on the swing, surrounded by vines and flowers.

Delicate girl, the blue dress hangs down, revealing white and bare feet, and the belt flutters in the wind, which is a beautiful picture.

"I wonder where the old patriarch is?"

Qingyang asked expressionlessly, the temperament of the girl in front of her has changed too much, which really makes people wonder if it is a multiple birth, and she doesn't dare to provoke her.

"It's boring!"

The catkins put on silk shoes and jumped down gently.

The sacrificial willow department is next to the huge willow tree, and the courtyard built by hundreds of stones and giant trees is neat and orderly.

From time to time, old men and women appeared, greeted the catkins loudly, and asked Qingyang and others about their origins.

To Qingyang's surprise, the sacrifice willow tribe is known as the wild people, but the people are completely different from the red ghost wild people.

The wild people of the Red Ghost Department, Ru Mao drinks blood, the strong are respected, there is no etiquette, and they are like savages.

The people of the Sacrifice Willow Department, whether it is dress, language, or behavior, are almost the same as the people of Xingguo.

If he hadn't known in advance, this was the Sacrifice Willow Department, Qingyang would almost have thought that this was just a common people's village in Xingguo.

Liu Fu said proudly: "My clan is a thousand-year-old clan in the Northern Wilderness, not comparable to other clans, recently the young and strong people of the clan have gone out to hunt, otherwise it will open your eyes!"

In fact, Qingyang has opened his eyes, and many buildings along the way are not planted with ordinary flowers, fruits and trees, many of them are more precious elixirs, including many precious varieties in the eight products.

"Planting so many elixir and spiritual fruits, aren't you afraid that someone will come to rob the willow department?"

"Puff~"

The catkins seemed to hear a funny word and squirted out directly.

She chuckled: "In the entire Northern Wilderness, there are more than a thousand years of ethnic groups, except for my sacrifice to the Willow Tribe, that is, the Ghost and Witch Tribe, which is barely one!"

In the past hundreds of years, there have been many people who have beaten me with the idea of sacrificing willows, and they all think that I am easy to do with the willows, but now that the ministers of the willows are alive, they have all disappeared!"

Qingyang nodded, just by that powerful willow tree, his soul could feel that powerful aura.

Even in the settlement, there are some remnants of the strong aura of the Sacrifice Willow Department, and there is no shortage of strong people comparable to Zhong Bo.

Zhong Bo also spoke: "Sacrifice to the pharmacist of the Willow Department, the Northern Wilderness is famous, and the monarch is still respected, who dares not to be inferior?"

Qingyang's heart was suddenly shocked.

Xing Guo is located in the Northern Wilderness, far away from the civilized land of Zhongzhou, in addition to the strong martial cultivators, there are still a few who can come up with their hands, and there are almost not many strong people in other martial cultivators, talismans, mages, and pharmacists.

In this way, although the Sacrifice Willow Department is a wild people and is not under the control of Xing State, in fact, in the high-level of Xing State, it is treated differently.

While talking and laughing, the catkins slowed down, and the whole person became much quieter.

There is a pool of clear water in front, with dense greenery and mottled bluestones, which has a unique flavor.

The simple courtyard and thatched house are the residences of the old patriarch of the Sacrifice Willow Tribe.

When you push the door in, the Chinese medicine in the hospital is fragrant and fragrant, which is shocking.

In the courtyard, under the thick spiritual fruit tree, an old man in a green robe and white beard was flipping through the bamboo slips, with a charitable and amiable face, like a great Confucian who had read poetry and scriptures.

"It's really lazy, lazy!"

The old man in the green robe put down the purple bamboo slip in his hand, and hurriedly stood up to meet him, with a smile on his face.

"Don't dare to bother the old patriarch!"

Qingyang also took two steps, greeted him, and bowed.

After greeting each other, the old man in the green robe invited everyone to a thatched pavilion near the water.

In the pavilion, there is a small table, four or five pu mats, and there is a small red clay stove and a tea set next to it.

Qingyang asked in surprise: "This is the elegant tool that has not been popular in Zhongzhou Diqiu for a long time, I don't want the old patriarch to have such a Yaxing!"

The old man in the green robe smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "It's just that the vassal is elegant, taste the good tea collected in the past few days!"

After that, he took out a fist-sized, crystal clear jade box, which was clearly carved from high-grade mutton fat and jade.

What's even more surprising is that this beautiful jade is nothing more than a box.

After opening it, a faint breath came to his nose, and Qingyang's heart jumped: aura.

"Grandpa, it's really eccentric, this precious spiritual tea has never been given to me to drink, and it was actually taken out when the guests were entertained!"

Liu Wu looked disgusted, as if he was blaming the old man, but in fact, he was reminding Qingyang not to know the goods.

Qingyang knew it, tasted it carefully, and was even more shocked, this can at least be regarded as a nine-grade high-grade elixir, but it is drunk as tea, and the sacrificial willow has such a deep heritage?

With the dignity of the monarch of Xing Guo, he still asked to go to the sacrifice willow department and respected him very much, I don't know why the sacrifice willow department attaches so much importance to himself?

As the saying goes, courtesy must be demanded by others.

I'm afraid that the sacrifice of the willow department is extremely heavy today, and I don't know if the Qing clan can do it.

As the catkins enlivened the atmosphere, the old man in the green robe raised his head and collided with Qingyang's eyes, and the sparks of wisdom collided, and both found each other, and they were by no means easy to match.

"Alas~"

The old man in the green robe noticed the little tiger cub in Qingyang's arms, let out a long sigh, and said, "It's a shame to say that the Changting camp is adjacent to our clan, and the Red Ghost Department ambushed the Qing clan last night, and our clan stood by and watched, it really shouldn't be!"

But the young and strong people in the clan have not returned after going out hunting for many days, and the old man is powerless, and he learned that the Qing clan and the knights are safe and sound, which also makes the old man feel a little relieved!"

Old fox!

Qingyang immediately gave a definition in his heart, and he listened to these words, and he couldn't believe it at all.

In his mouth, he thanked him: "Thank you to the old patriarch for your concern, fortunately, the Red Ghost Department is afraid of your department, there are not many people who ambush you, all the soldiers are fighting for their orders, and we can win!"

The old man in the green robe pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "Actually, the Red Ghost Department contacted our clan the day before yesterday in an attempt to coerce our clan to send troops to help the war, but I refused!"

"Oh?" Qingyang was stunned.

Seeing that the young man in front of him finally changed color, the old man in the green robe smiled slightly, and said, "Although my sacrificial willow department is called a wild people, it is actually a relic of the ancient country, how can it be confused with ghosts, witches and savages?"

Besides, I had a friendship with your mother more than ten years ago! ”

The relics of the ancient country, Qingyang read the history books and knew that this was an ancient country that once existed in the Northern Wilderness before the establishment of the Great Shen Dynasty, but it was annihilated in the troubled times thousands of years ago.

His mother had already had a relationship with these people.

Qingyang sat down and listened carefully.

However, the next words of the old man in the green robe made Qingyang's heart tighten.

"It is said that the Red Ghost Department has ambushed you several times, and even if you have suffered heavy losses, you still attack, but in fact, the most important thing is that the Ghost Witch Department has given an order to take your life!"