Chapter Twenty-Five: Rat Lin II
The next day, before dawn, all of us came to the square in front of the Wangtian Temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoThe six major sects of the Central Plains have brought as many as 5,000 people, and the Kunlun sect has also drawn 800 elite disciples, adding up to 6,000 people. Six thousand, the scale is indeed not small.
Because the seven major sects and many forces in the rivers and lakes gathered in the Kunlun faction, before leaving, they should worship their ancestors in accordance with the rules of the Kunlun faction, and the altar will be opened by the five saints of Kunlun. I stood in the square, listening to the words of the Fireheart Daoist, and what he said was nothing special, nothing more than praying to the heavens, doing the right thing for the heavens, and eradicating the demon cult. As for the relevant deployment, the seven major factions have been discussed last night.
This time we have a lot of people, and the route we walked has already been finalized by the high-level of the seven major sects, divided into three teams, led by the Shaolin Temple, the Wudang faction and the Kunlun faction, the main sects are divided into north, west and northwest three roads, and Youyun Villa follows the Kunlun faction from the west road to Shacheng, and there are people from the Emei faction, Guigu, Daming Gate and Xuantie Gate who are moving forward together. Although the Death Swamp is a fierce place, there are still many small towns on the edge, according to last night's discussion, the Shaolin Temple set off from the North Road, and the place where it went was Crane City in the northeast of the Death Swamp, and the team led by the Wudang faction went to the bitter city in the east of the swamp. Judging from the map, whether it is Shacheng, Hecheng or Painstaking City, they are not far from each other, and the middle is only more than a hundred miles away.
After the Fireheart Daoist finished speaking, in a burst of loud shouts, a group of us went down the mountain in a mighty way. At this time, the sky was just dawning, and a red sun appeared half of the east from the mountains.
After bidding farewell to the Shaolin faction and the Wudang faction, we went down to the foot of the western mountain in Kunlun, Han Xiao and the others drove three big carriages, and the carriages were still loaded with the six big wooden boxes. The Kunlun Sect was thousands of miles away from the Death Swamp, not very close, and there was a natural barrier of mountains in between, so it seemed that the Land of the Death Swamp was an unreachable place. According to the agreement, before the end of the month, the three people must rush to the Death Swamp, the road is far and rugged, but the time is a little tight. In four or five days, we had to travel day and night to reach Shacheng as promised.
The Kunlun Mountains lie across the east and west for many miles, and there are endless snow-capped mountains everywhere in sight, and we hurried in the mountains for two days, until November 28, when we were able to get out of the Kunlun Mountains. There are 2,000 people on our way, and Han Xiao and they are driving the carriage, and they can go so fast, the speed is really not slow.
It can be said that there are very few people who came to Youyun Villa this time, and even if Cheng Fuhai is counted, there are only less than thirty people, which is too much worse than the hundreds of people brought by the other three villages. Our carriage also walked in the middle of the procession, with the Emei faction in front and the people of the Daming Sect behind. Probably because of the rules of the door, the disciples of the Emei faction are not very good at speaking, and they walk silently all the way, but the people of the Daming Sect like to talk and ask me a lot about poison.
Before the plague of insects in Chenzhou City, few people knew about the poison, and even now, few disciples in the Daming Sect knew about the poison in Miao Jisong's body. But it's no wonder that the poisonous person in his body is like a ghost, and that kind of appearance is really shameless, Miao Jisong and they are in a high position in the door, so it is naturally impossible for people to see their ugly side, and only a person with a short temperament like Ma Qianli will not be able to bear the poison and show an evil appearance. Maybe there are other people on the rivers and lakes who don't care about the poison in their bodies and turn into ghosts, but if you want to say that they are unscrupulous, Ma Qianli can be said to be the first person, and the name of the vampire old demon is well-known.
I can't tell you why they ask me that. It can be said that the reason why the snake poison can be known is that there are snakeworms in Chenzhou City, and I, like them, only knew about the existence of snake poison when there were snakeworms in Chenzhou City, and I didn't know anything about snake poison before. To say that you know, you just know that the poison in your body will make people look great.
After a long journey, the sky gradually darkened. After two days of nervous travel in the mountains, we were indeed a little tired, so we found an open meadow and began to set up our tents.
Sitting by the campfire, I took off my thick fur cloak and ate the dry food I had brought with me. Su Qingyao handed me a kettle and said with a smile: "We have entered the wilderness, and we can reach Shacheng by two days' road, where it is very lively, and there are many merchants and wizards. ā
There are 36 small countries in the Western Regions, and there are two countries in the northwest of Tibet, the Black Khan and the Uighurs. The territory of the two countries is not half the size of the Tibetan state, but the situation within the two countries is much more stable than the fragmentation of the Tibetan state. There were often wars between the 36 states of the Western Regions, many of which were joined by small and weak states, and the Black Khans and the Uighurs were two of them. Tibet is chaotic in the country, but its fundamental strength should not be underestimated. Although there was no large-scale war between the two countries, there was no lack of inter-tribal crusades, and the alliance between the Black Khan and the Uighurs was mostly to resist Tibet. In the Western Regions, such things are common, and friendship and scuffles between countries abound, and the situation is precarious. Under the perennial melee, there are some uncared areas between the countries of the Western Regions, where most of them are barren places left after conquest and fighting, and there are countless buried bones, and the Death Swamp is a barren land.
The Death Swamp is a dangerous place, which is a well-known thing, but the Death Swamp is full of all kinds of rare flowers and plants, strange beasts, and it is also for this reason that the Death Swamp has attracted many tribes of wizards from the Western Regions to come, and merchants have even built towns on the outskirts of the Death Swamp. If there are countless wizards in the Western Regions, then the Land of Death Swamp gathers most of the wizards in the Western Regions, and it is even rumored that wizards in the Western Regions are not real wizards if they don't go to the Death Swamp.
Listening to Su Qingyao talk endlessly about the Death Swamp, and when he talked about those rare insects, his eyebrows fluttered, but I didn't care in my heart. It was originally a deserted site left by the war, but it was the location of the base camp of the Demon Cult back then, and now the swamp is full of gas, and after the defeat of the Demon Cult, the Death Swamp has become a paradise for wizards in the Western Regions. The Western Regions are indeed very chaotic, but only at this time did I understand that compared to the Western Regions, the Central Plains were much better. Han Xiao and I sat together, I stretched out my hands, approached the bonfire, and said with a smile: "Senior Su, how do you know so much?"
Su Qingyao touched the beard on his chin and said proudly: "The old man has traveled to the Western Regions for more than ten years, and like Brother Ji Yang, he came here for that witchcraft. I've been to the Swamp of Death several times, so how could I not know?"
Ji Yang was seriously injured and had been healing in the Kunlun Sect, so he didn't come with us this time. I rubbed my hands together and said, "Then who is the best witchcraft between you and Ji Yang's senior?"
Su Qingyao raised his eyebrows, and then came to his senses, and said: "It's hard to say, if there are enough witchcraft classics to check, anyone will become a powerful wizard." ā
As he said this, I couldn't help but think of the situation when those big men under Tao Qingfeng and Li Yanzong used the spirit attraction technique. The magic of witchcraft is indeed powerful, whether it is the head-lowering technique or the spirit attraction technique, it is very weird, but I still think that it is a harmful evil art, when I think of the worm, the wizard he said is powerful, I always feel a little terrible.
Su Qingyao seemed to think of something, sighed and said: "Actually, Ji Yang and I are not real wizards, we are just raising some ghost boys and understanding some witch Gu ways, compared to those real great wizards, we are still far behind? ā
At the end of his words, a sense of yearning couldn't help but rise on his face, and we could hear it, and Su Qingyao was also happy to tell us these strange things along the way. Han Xiao, who was sitting on the side, said, "Is it so powerful? Isn't that as magical as the pill refined by the Wudang Sect?"
Su Qingyao said: "The art of witchcraft is the way of medicine to save the dead and help the wounded, in ancient times, there were powerful healers who cut off their heads to get sick, and the pills refined by the Wudang faction can continue their lives, and the art of witchcraft can naturally be done." Don't think that the old man is joking, but someone has seen the resurrection of the dead. ā
He was serious, and we listened carefully, but he was only halfway through his words, and I don't know who suddenly laughed out of the eighteen knives, and we all laughed along. It seems that the brothers of the Eighteen Swords thought of going with me, although the pill of the Wudang Sect is magical, but it can't prevent people from dying, what Su Qingyao said about bringing people back to life is indeed a bit exaggerated.
As we were talking and laughing, suddenly, a soft "squeak" sound came from behind us, and I thought that there was a worm attacking, and when I turned around, I saw that it was a mouse lying in the grass.
I let out a long breath and secretly said that I was suspicious, but anyone who has experienced the plague of insects in Chenzhou City will become as sharp as me, right? But at this moment, the three eyes sighed lightly and said, "Brother Han, you see, this stinky rat seems to be a little different." ā
It was an ordinary mouse, and there was nothing to see, but as soon as Three Eyes said this, we all turned our heads to look at the mouse lying on the grass, and on closer inspection, this mouse was indeed a little different. The left forelimb of the mouse had been severed, and a layer of skin was hanging on the ground, and the brown hairs on its body were wet and twisted into one piece. It's like you've just escaped death.