The next day, when Gu Xu walked out of the "Xianyunju", he was holding a baby girl in his arms.

- To be precise, the baby girl is "floating" in front of him, after all, she has no entity.

In Gu Xu's perception, this baby seems to have grown up a lot overnight, from the thin and shriveled appearance when he was born, to pink, tender, white and fat, looking like an ordinary baby's few months old.

"It's just a Nezha that grows against the wind." Gu Xu sighed silently in his heart.

At this rate of growth, perhaps in a day or two, it will become a child who can run on the ground.

The grassland barbarians naturally noticed the baby Gu Xu was holding, and they all showed surprised eyes.

In the northwest grasslands, where the law of the jungle dominates, it is generally a woman's job to take care of children, while the man's mission is to kill the enemy and defend the tribe.

Gu Xu walked the grassland alone with his children, which is undoubtedly an extremely unreasonable thing.

However, Harabar and the others soon discovered that the baby in Gu Xu's arms was translucent, like an ethereal ghost.

"Could it be that he, like those rumored evil cultivators, sacrificed the soul of a baby as a weapon to kill the enemy?" Harabar secretly guessed.

Thinking of the various strange methods that Gu Xu used to deal with his group yesterday that were difficult to resist, Harabar felt that this conjecture was very likely to be true.

After all, if he hadn't cultivated evil spells, how could he have defeated a steppe warrior like himself?

Unconsciously, Harabar looked at Gu Xu with a little more fear and jealousy in his eyes.

When the sun rose, the group continued their journey towards the sacred mountain.

Harabar originally planned to give up his horse to Gu Xu, but Gu Xu waved his hand and refused.

He took out a piece of rune paper, and made a few random strokes on it with a stunning pen, and as the baby yawned lazily, the golden light on the rune paper flashed, and it instantly turned into a thick and soft woolen blanket.

Gu Xu held the baby and sat cross-legged on the blanket.

The blanket immediately floated into the air and flew forward against the wind, even faster than the barbarians on horseback.

"Miss Lu, this is the Northwest Grassland," during the flight, Gu Xu looked at the face of the baby in his arms that was very similar to Lu Shiyao, and whispered to himself, "The sky here is bluer and more profound than the sky of Daqi, like a dome felt tent overhead...... The people here are all muscular and scary, but they are actually a bunch of coarse and reckless people, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to beat them all......

"This morning, I also tasted some mare's milk wine from the grassland, the taste is sweet and sour, and there is a strong milky aroma in the mouth, which is not as strong as the wine of the Central Plains, but it is hot in the stomach, as if there is a fire burning...... I don't know if you can taste it with me with the help of the pen as you did before......

"Alas, Miss Lu, sometimes I really think you're a fool. You said you wanted to be a person and experience the wonders of this world. But for my sake, you let your life end in Liangzhou City. You won't be able to see a lot of interesting things in the future......"

As he spoke, the baby girl in the swaddling clothes opened her eyes slightly, looked at him with a confused gaze, and didn't know if she understood his words.

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Today's journey has not been easy.

After flying for more than ten miles, with the howling wind, the endless clear sky suddenly became dark.

An extremely ugly, hoarse and shrill birdsong came from the end of the grassland, which pierced Gu Xu's eardrums.

Many steppe barbarians even fell off their horses one after another, covering their ears, and rolling on the ground with a groaning and writhing expression.

The rest, along with Harabar, fell on their knees, endured pain, and prostrated themselves to the edge of heaven, chanting words from their mouths.

A few seconds later, a large strange bird appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The bird had the body of a rooster, but it had a human face, and its eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if it were ready to participate in a battle at any moment.

"Wandering." Gu Xu recognized the strange bird.

He could also hear that the bird's call was repeating its own name—

"凫徯, 凫徯, 凫徯......"

From the books he had read before, Gu Xu had learned that in the Northwest Grassland, it not only feeds on people, but is often a symbol of disasters and wars - whenever it appears, there will be fierce battles.

Harabar and the others prayed to the prostrate monks, apparently hoping that future wars would not implicate their own tribes.

However, Gu Xu's heart had some other thoughts about this strange bird.

Because it is also recorded in the book that if you make a musical instrument from the bird's bone, when the sound of the instrument sounds, it will disturb the opponent's mind, make the opponent lose the ability to think normally, and become a fool who can only make random moves.

After thinking for a moment and weighing the strength of the enemy and me, Gu Xu decisively decided to make a move against him.

The authority of the "Qiankun" will be fixed in its place.

No matter how hard it flapped its wings, it could not go the slightest further mile.

Then, black cracks as dense as spider webs appeared in mid-air, like cutting cakes, and in an instant, they cut it into several pieces, each of which was as smooth and flat as a mirror.

At this time, Gu Xu raised his hand and gently made a tearing motion.

The black crack became distorted, like an invisible claw, peeling off the feathers, skin, and flesh of the squirting in turn, leaving only the pale bones, which fell lightly beside Gu Xu.

The world is finally quiet.

Gu Xu picked up the bird bone and put it into the "Xianyun Residence".

In the whole process of dealing with the sorrow, he was in a fluttering green shirt, with an elegant posture, looking light, and not a drop of blood on his hands.

But when put together with the skinned and stripped bones, it was even more terrifying than the demon.

"Let's keep going!" He said to the barbarians who were kneeling on the ground.

Everyone stood up tremblingly, lowered their heads, and didn't dare to look directly at Gu Xu anymore.

They all thought to themselves that if they hadn't agreed to the request to lead the way for Gu Xu, maybe their fate would be the same as this one.

As for Harabar, he began to wonder if the shamans on the Holy Mountain could deal with this man—he had the impression that the shamans were not so skilled in controlling space.

"I'm not going to lure the wolf into the house and become a sinner of the steppe...... he thought to himself with trepidation.

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After Gu Xu drove the flying carpet and flew for hundreds of miles, the outline of the holy mountain finally appeared in his field of vision.

The Holy Mountain is not high.

The grass on the mountain is luxuriant, the flag is fluttering, and from a distance, it looks like a huge jade under the blue sky.

"You told me before that you have an acquaintance on the sacred mountain of the barbarians who can help me deal with Emperor Tianxing and Taishang Haotian, so I came here to run this holy mountain for this reason," Gu Xu looked at this holy place in the minds of the grassland people, and said to the white-haired young man in his mind, "Who is that person?" Is it a shaman on the Holy Mountain? ”

Although it is said that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, Gu Xu does not feel that those shamans have the strength to compete with the Great Qi Dynasty and the Tianxing Emperor.

"It's just a shaman, it's not worthy of being my acquaintance," the white-haired boy still laughed and sold him guanzi, "you'll know when you get there." ”

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Concentrate:

"There are birds, its shape is like a rooster and the face of a man, the name is called Xuan, its song is also self-calling, and there are soldiers when you see it." ——"The Classic of Mountains and Seas, The Classic of the Western Mountains"

(End of chapter)