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Out of the western border of the Qingluo Empire is the Darong Empire with a vast grassland, and the people here, except for the nobles in the capital, are mostly distributed in the vast grasslands. If you miss a town in the Darong Empire, you are likely to spend months sleeping in the deserted savannah, or even lose your way and die of a marauding horse thief. Therefore, in the Darong Empire, except for the traders who trekked for profit, few foreigners came here to travel and live, and Buddhism and Taoism could not set up temples and open altars here, only to talk about a few Jianghu sects to teach the cultivation method, which is really unique in the Nineteen Empires of Shenzhou.

Jiang Wuxiong and Zong Yang left the Tianchan Temple and traveled to the Darong Empire, along the way to appreciate the different customs of the grassland tribes, walked through the lively market towns, of course, also visited the Genting Palace built at the foot of the towering mountain, but also encountered several horse thieves during the pursuit, but the most shocking thing is to witness the tragic scene of the entire urbanization into ruins after the tide of corpses, how desolate and miserable.

Although five years have passed since the tide of corpses, and the dead air of slaughtering living beings has long disappeared, I believe that there are still traces of this disaster everywhere in the land of Shenzhou, and there should be many empty cities and dead cities today, I don't know how many patriotic soldiers are blood-stained with wind and sand, how many gates are empty and have an ownerless sword, and the terrifying memories in the minds of the surviving people cannot be erased, but sadly they don't even know whether this is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, but there is one thing they have completely woken up, that is, there are more than immortals in this world, There are still a lot of dark and terrifying things out there.

In the Darong Empire, stone towers were piled up on the sides of the ruins, with colorful prayer flags fluttering on them, and incense candles after people worshipped, because under them, the remains of the victims were buried. The shadow of the corpse tide still looms over the heads of these grassland people, and from time to time there are corpse plague outbreaks in various places, and the infected people will suffer the fate of being directly burned by the fire, so that the grassland people who do not believe in Buddhism on their own strength begin to pray to the heavens, and when this belief begins to spread, there is a sect called the Immortal Sect that begins to grow rapidly in the grassland.

Jiang Wuxiong only watched everything in this world as a passerby, not with the nomadic tribes, and the towns he passed through were only for rest, only when he met a horse thief who was not long-eyed, he had to kill, just stop and go, only care about the long sword in his hand, because there was a fool holding it at the other end. As for going west, it was because she finally understood the meaning of the word "eight", which referred to Bagua Mountain.

Saying that Jiang Wuxiong just wants not to cause trouble along the way, adhering to the principle that it is not about himself and does not care, but the world is unpredictable, Jiang Wuxiong, who did not want to be involved in right and wrong, when he was about to walk out of the prairie, he was still not used to seeing a group of centaur thieves looting a certain tribe that migrated halfway, among which there were several cultivators in the spiritual realm, so they drew their swords and killed people, and then they couldn't withstand the warm hospitality of this tribe called Muzha, because they went forward together by the way.

The sky is high and the sky is wide and the sky is white, and the life here is quiet as if there is never a tide of corpses, and no one believes in the religion of immortality, only the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep, the children laugh and run, the back of the man on the horse, the smoke of the cooking in the felt tent, and the mellow and sweet mare's milk wine. During the day, you can gallop wildly, and at night, you can sit by the bonfire to feel the plainness and warmth of the grassland people, and look at the bright starry sky, Jiang Wuxiong has gradually become accustomed to and likes such a quiet life.

After a long time, some people asked who the fool who was silent all day long by her side, Jiang Wuxiong kept silent, and only made up a vague statement, saying that Zong Yang was unfortunate to be like this, and the grassland people were simple and would not ask more, let alone be suspicious, but they had a little more kindness to Zong Yang, and after knowing that he loved to drink this extremely strong mare's milk wine, he gave it generously. There are fierce and proud men in the tribe who once fought with Zong Yang for wine, and in the end they naturally fell behind, and since then, all the men in the clan have admired Zong Yang.

After bypassing the snow-capped mountains, the Muzha tribe began to set up camps and erected fences to enclose cattle and sheep, saying that they wanted to spend the whole winter here. Jiang Wuxiong wanted to take Zong Yang to say goodbye and leave, but who knew that they told Jiang Wuxiong that there was a crescent moon lake not far from here, which was a holy lake in the eyes of the grassland people, and the lake was full of colorful stones, and a wish could be fulfilled by making a wish in the holy lake, and a lively Naadam conference would be held on this day, so I hope they can attend this party before going west.

Jiang Wuxiong is a woman after all, and when he heard that there was a colorful holy lake that he could wish for, he nodded and agreed, anyway, it didn't seem to make a difference if he arrived at Bagua Mountain one day earlier or one day later.

On that day, the young people and children of the Muzha tribe set off in their "costumes", and it took about an hour and a half to ride a horse, and in the middle of a huge basin, Jiang Wuxiong finally saw the colorful holy lake in the grassland population, which was indeed extremely beautiful like a crescent moon, and looked so magnificent against the backdrop of a piece of green.

Dozens of tribesmen gathered on the shores of the sacred lake, with felt tents in one piece, were busy cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep, and according to tradition, they would hold horse races, archery, chanting and other activities on this day, attracting athletes from all tribes to compete with each other. As soon as Jiang Wuxiong arrived at the party, he first went to the holy lake to make a wish, stood quietly for a long time, and then picked up a piece of cyan

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Let Zong Yang put away the goose soft stone, and then take Zong Yang to watch various competitions, taste barbecue refreshments with good flavor, and dance the grassland dance together, having a lot of fun. By the end of the afternoon, everyone began to gather at the lake, for the most exciting wrestling match was about to begin, and the strongest young men of each tribe appeared one after another, and the match was drawn by lot to determine the last man.

When the game was raging, Jiang Wuxiong was grooming by the lake, and Zong Yang was quietly waiting by the side, she wanted to go into the crowd and continue to join in the fun, but a trace of gloom flashed on her face, and she said to Zong Yang: "I have a feeling of being like nothing these days, it is dangerous." ”

She has always been on the road of revenge of killing and being killed, and she is already sensitive to the feeling of danger, but now as an immortal Venerable, this instinct is even closer to a god.

Zong Yang was silent, his current divine consciousness was as useless as a mortal.

"I don't know what it is, is it for the revenge of that horse thief" Jiang Wuxiong thought to himself, frowned slightly, and smiled after a while: "Impossible, it should be more dangerous than this." ”

Jiang Wuxiong finally picked up his sword and pulled up Zong Yang, looked up at the blue sky and said, "Forget it, no matter what it is, let's leave here early, so as not to affect them, and leave early tomorrow morning." ”

After making up their minds, the two squeezed into the crowd to watch the wrestling match, it happened that there was a young man from the Muzha tribe who participated, but when they came to watch the battle, they found that they had already lost, after the last few duels, the strongest in this wrestling match was finally decided, but when he accepted everyone's cheers and cheers, Zong Yang's eyes suddenly became bright, I don't know what he noticed, Leng Buding let go of the scabbard and walked to the arena alone, which made Jiang Wuxiong surprised.

The young people of the Muzha tribe who knew Zongyang began to shout excitedly when they saw this, although they were equally surprised, but more excited and enthusiastic, and those who did not know Zongyang also began to shout and shout, the grassland people advocate force, so as long as anyone shows force, they have respect.

The strongest man standing in the field saw that the challenger was coming, and directly hit the fierce chest muscles with both hands and roared to fight, because it was the last battle, he simply took off his battle robe, revealing the eagle tattoo on his back, flicking his long braided hair full of silver ornaments, stepping heavily on the grass with his feet and stepping on the horse, his arms like eagles spreading his wings, and roaring: "Tiebur Khan"

This is the rule of wrestling, the two sides have to sign up for each other first, but Zong Yang didn't say a word, just walked towards him.

Not reporting his name, this is a great disrespect to the opponent, which caused a lot of discussion, Tiebul Khan gritted his silver teeth, and snorted coldly from his nostrils.

"He can't speak, his name is Zongyang," the young man from the Muzha tribe hurriedly explained.

The battle was imminent, the wind blew the weeds all over the ground, and some grass clippings were raised at the same time as the grass waves, and Tiebur Khan took a full breath and exerted his legs, like a wild bull rushing towards Zongyang.

One is a grassland bison, the other is a foreigner who is covered with stubble and has a very thin body in comparison, in the eyes of all the grassland people, the strength of the two has been judged, but they still have a little suspense, because this foreigner has no strength to sprint so simply towards Tiebur Khan, is there another trick The young people of the Muzha tribe are even more convinced, because they all know how powerful Jiang Wuxiong is, since they are companions, then Zong Yang should also have two hands.

Everyone was waiting with bated breath, Tiebur Khan had already rushed to Zong Yang, several heads taller than the latter, and swooped into it with his arms outstretched, at this time Zong Yang had no reaction, and was knocked away in an instant.

No one expected that the victory would be so fast, but this is the truth, after Zong Yang smashed to the ground, he turned over several times, lying on the ground motionless.

Tiebur Khan had already let out a cry of victory, arousing everyone's applause, Jiang Wuxiong stood quietly in place, she was not worried that such an impact could hurt Zong Yang a few points, sure enough, Zong Yang stood up abruptly in such an atmosphere, making the scene that began to boil suddenly freeze, Tiebur Khan realized something from people's eyes and turned his head

looked at Zong Yang, who had an intact body and a calm face, and furrowed his brows.

At this time, I believe that most people should think that Zong Yang is a strange person, because according to their common sense, with the collision of Tiebur Khan just now, there are definitely a few people on the grassland who can carry it except for Mu Zhen. The so-called Muzhen is a person who has been endowed with the power of the grassland by the gift of God, and outside the Caodarong Empire, he is a cultivator.

Tiebur Khan let out a second cold snort at Zong Yang, he turned around and prepared to continue the fight, his right foot stepped down heavily, then his left foot, but in such an instant, a figure flashed under him, so fast that he thought it was an illusion, because it was faster than the wind, but this figure did make him step on his feet.

Tibur Khan bowed his head in astonishment, the figure of the foreigner was impressive, and in hesitation, although he did not understand the strange behavior of the foreigner, he instinctively stepped on it with his left foot.

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; But the foreigners below are as steady as a rock

Zong Yang was holding the ground with his left hand, his expression was calm, his eyes were staring, and his right hand reached into the weeds under his face, and there was a small pink flower blooming in it.

Tiebur Khan is still exerting his strength, but his whole body strength is like a mud cow entering the sea and can't set off the slightest wind and waves, and the people around him who have recovered from their stunned eyes have only one thought at this moment, and some people have also read it.

Mujin

Just as Tiebur Khan also fell into this kind of terrifying speculation, Zong Yang slowly got up, forcing Tiebur Khan to stagger away, and turned his head to meet Tiebur Khan after standing up straight.

Just a look, Tibur Khan almost went into cardiac arrest, and unconsciously sweated all over his body.

Zong Yang suddenly turned around and walked towards Jiang Wuxiong with a small flower, while Tiebul Khan fell to the ground in a state of despair.

Under everyone's horror, Zong Yang put the small flower on the top of Jiang Wuxiong's head, and Jiang Wuxiong, who had been waiting for a long time, asked with a smile: "Is it good-looking?"

Zong Yang didn't speak, but showed a slight smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Zong Yang became the strongest in Naadam's wrestling match, although it was unexpected in Jiang Wuxiong's opinion, but it was just an insignificant episode, thinking that it would be okay to accept some prizes, who knew that things were not as simple as she imagined, it turned out that the wrestling match was the most important event in Naadam, and there was an ancient tradition, once the young people participating in the competition became the strongest, they could marry their favorite woman and get the witness of the holy lake

This is really self-defeating, when it comes to this, Jiang Wuxiong doesn't dare to have the urge to explain, can he tell the grassland people here that everything is just a misunderstanding, and I'm really embarrassed to destroy your Naadam to know that these are extremely sacred in the hearts of the grassland people

Just when Jiang Wuxiong was still struggling, the grassland people began to prepare the wedding banquet quickly, which made her completely give up the idea of redemption, so she had to comfort herself that Zong Yang didn't know anything at the moment, and no one outside would know about this wedding after tonight, so she would play a fake show, but she was still very guilty in her heart, because she wanted to waste the kindness of these grassland people.

As night fell, the bonfires were blazing, the delicacies were all on the scene, the prairie people began to sing and dance in a circle, a group of people walked out of the felt tent not far away, and it was Jiang Wuxiong who was surrounded by them, although she was a foreigner, but she put on the dress of the prairie people, even the headdress and hairstyle, which was regarded as following the local customs.

Tonight, the newcomer put on new makeup, which aroused the admiration of a grassland man, and even the grassland woman did not hesitate to praise.

On the other side, there was also a group of people who entered noisily, who else could be surrounded except Zong Yang, who else was wearing the new clothes of the grassland man, his long hair had been combed clean, his face had been shaved off, and his face was also amazing, making people sincerely feel that this pair of newcomers was a perfect match for God.

The two met by the campfire, and the wedding of the steppe people was not as complicated as the outside world, as long as they drank a glass of wine, they were considered husband and wife. When the couple drank a glass of wine, arrows dragging colorful lights crossed the night sky, and everyone drank the wine in the cup to bless them to grow old together.

Carnival until late at night, the candles in the quiet felt tent were brightly lit, Jiang Wuxiong and Zong Yang sat side by side on the edge of the bed, the two were silent, only the sound of wax oil dripping and the chirping of wild insects outside. Jiang Wuxiong drank a lot of wine tonight, his cheeks were crimson, he suddenly laughed, and said a drunken word: "Thank you." ”

Then, she turned her face sideways to look at Zong Yang, her eyes were affectionate, and she said another drunken sentence: "Thank you." ”

Of course, Zong Yang didn't respond, but Jiang Wuxiong consciously said a big nonsense, and hurriedly patted his cheeks with both hands to sober himself up, and then got up and sat at the table and began to remove the decorations on his head.

She carefully placed them one by one, leaving only the small flower, and at this time she put her hand on her cheek thoughtfully, thinking about it and smiling again.

"What's that" An exclamation suddenly broke the peace outside, and also interrupted Jiang Wuxiong's thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of gas poured into the felt tent, and Jiang Wuxiong couldn't help but secretly hate under the shock: "It's still too late."

When she came to the tent in an instant after the Pope Yang was not allowed to move, her eyes stared at the holy lake, there were already many figures on the edge of the lake, and the movement was in the middle of the lake, there were large bubbles rising from the bottom of the lake, the ground was shaking and becoming more and more obvious, and finally even the whole lake was stirred, the lake was rising rapidly, and the lake water flooded the lakeside in a blink of an eye.

The cold autumn wind blew Jiang Wuxiong's hair, she was already awake, and something was about to appear

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