The meandering river, which skirts the hills of the Eaglehoof tribe's station, nourishes the nearby meadows, and the waterfowl, which are invisible during the day, stop at the shore of the river, flapping their wings from time to time to blow the calm surface of the river.

Reflecting the small river in the night sky, the light and shadow cast by the dim and obscure stars were suddenly shattered, and countless star chips shook down, decorating the waterfowl with extraordinary luxury.

The cold night breeze blew away the hustle and bustle of the bonfire dinner, and the centaur warriors, who danced in a circle, gradually withdrew from the stage due to physical exhaustion.

A cold wave is brewing in the far north of the city, ready to move south, unleashing a blizzard that destroys everything and wipes away nature.

The grassland outside Kyushu Pass, the ground that has been dyed with white frost before late at night, indicates the terrible breath of approaching winter.

Ye Zhiqiu was meditating and refining qi in his tent, and found that the mild aura in his body appeared, and a wisp of cold breath appeared, and he suddenly woke up.

"The Eaglehoof tribe is about to migrate to a nearby valley for the winter, and it's none of my business whether they live or die. However, according to the information gathered, there is an unknown guardian spirit hidden behind the tribe. ”

Ye Zhiqiu remembered what Tie Feng, the leader of the caravan guards, had said: "One horse is a thousand forces! This is just the tip of the iceberg? Is it all strength? I suddenly became interested in it. In normal times, it may be able to hide, and the Eagle Hoof tribe is packaged and relocated as a whole, and I don't believe that the so-called guardian saint can still live in hiding. ”

His thoughts flowed out unabashedly, and it didn't take long for them to catch the attention of certain beings.

Due to the proximity of the patron saint of the Eagle Hoof Tribe, he learned Ye Zhiqiu's thoughts for the first time. After a moment of silence, it secretly made a move, and gradually collected the information of this "Han shaman" from the hearts of the tribesmen who believed in it in the way of "falling into a dream".

"The spell is weird, ruthless, and the caster who will not be soft! There is no ability to threaten me for the time being, maybe it's more than that! Characters worth seeing can be contacted and used to understand the customs of the Han Kingdom. ”

When Ye Zhiqiu was still thinking, the small tent suddenly became larger, and then he saw a round of silver moon suddenly appear, as if opening a portal, and out of it came a young man covered in black and yellow tiger stripes.

It is said to be the achievement of a Sanskrit monk, which is equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Yin God, the second stage of the realm of refining qi and transforming the god in the Kyushu Taoist system, only one step away from the yin pole and generating yang, refining into the white sun and yang god. Hmph! How many amazing and brilliant people are stuck in this level, and they can't break through until they die, and they can't succeed if they don't become yang gods, and the great perfection of yin gods is like this. ”

Although Ye Zhiqiu regained his composure after a short period of surprise in his heart, he still greeted him according to the number of courtesies, guessing in his heart that there was a ninety percent probability that the person who came was the patron saint of the Eagle Hoof Tribe.

The tiger-striped young man took away the moonlight released by the Yin God, saw the Han shaman's bow, and pinched it into a meridian with both hands, and did not dare to return the salute later.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly turned sideways to avoid, with his shallow cultivation, he really couldn't afford this kind of etiquette between Taoist friends, even if he wanted to put the other party down, and by the way, he couldn't put himself in the wrong position.

Now that the patron saint of the Eagle Hoof tribe has appeared, just cultivating has the level of the Yin God Great Perfection, Ye Zhiqiu compared the strength of the two sides and immediately cut off his delusions.

The two of them did not discuss the Dao method, nor did they intend to compete, but just sat silently in the tent that had become ten times larger, motionless, like two clay and wood carved gods.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that the tiger-striped young man lightly bowed his forehead, sighed, got up and turned into light and walked away.

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to collapse, the whole person's spirit was extremely tired, and dense sweat appeared behind his back, and his clothes were wet in an instant.

"The cultivation of the Yin God Great Perfection is really remarkable, no matter how much I try, I can't find a flaw. The moonlight released by the Yin God is clear inside and out, like pure glass, without the slightest flaw. ”

"The demonic nature of blind stupidity, the resentment of fierce spirits and ghosts, and all kinds of left-handed techniques have no effect. Still, I'm not without gains!"

Ye Zhiqiu's right hand turned slightly, pinching a ray of clear moonlight, and then kneading it into an irregular amber stone.

"I was able to solve it on my own without the help of the system. ”

Having said that, Ye Zhiqiu's insight could not analyze this spar, so he unceremoniously returned it for systematic identification.

After three breaths, the results came, and after Ye Zhiqiu read it carefully, he was not only surprised.

"Thoughts! This is the Sanskrit monk's doubt. Only the Brahma gods with screw-haired hair will specialize in cultivating divine soul power. I didn't expect that the patron saint of the Eagle Hoof tribe is the seed of Sanskrit, and there are countless tribes in the vast desert steppe, to what extent is the infection of Sanskrit Buddhism?"

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head slightly: "This is not something I should think about now. The moonlight on the tiger striped youth is all composed of these thoughts, in other words, the so-called Yin God Great Perfection is not real. The power of incense, the power of faith, the power of the soul, I probably understand his essence. ”

In the Taoist system of Kyushu in the Central Plains, those who rely on the power of the leylines to achieve immortal qualifications are commonly known as earth immortals and live in the blessed land of Dongtian.

This is the mainstream of the current Taoist manifestation era, the founder Zhen Yuanzi, also known as the "ancestor of the earth immortals", has been given the spiritual root ginseng fruit tree.

Famous mountains and rivers all over the country, if it is a natural cave blessed land, there are immortals who have settled in to govern it.

It's a pity that these golden locations with rich oil and water are all monopolized by large Dao veins, and most of them are second-generation or even third-generation disciples.

Immortals of ordinary origin have nowhere to go, so they can only open up the foundation of their own residence and obtain the source by themselves to maintain the immortal body's immortal consumption.

Shinto is a good source channel, not to mention the daily transmission of incense and faith, that is, a large number of believers, daily pious prayers, will continue to provide supplements, this is the way of the confluence of immortals and gods, also known as immortals.

Unfortunately, if you reach out and enter Shinto, you will be bound, and the longer you go, the heavier the burden will become, and in the end, you will be stuck in a cage and you will never be able to get rid of it.

Ye Zhiqiu sighed lightly: "The initial entry of the Divine Dao is extremely fast, but there will be bottlenecks in the later stage that are difficult to break through, which is not as good as the freedom of the true immortals." From an earth immortal to a heavenly immortal is the right way, but unfortunately no one can achieve anything. ”

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and Ye Zhiqiu remembered the legendary Dao Ancestor: "At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached the Tao! After the Dao Law was revealed, why did the Dao Ancestor who should have become a heavenly immortal disappear? Could it really be a divine hidden? Hmm...... Hidden by God!"

Ye Zhiqiu's brain hole has always been very big, he actually made a discovery, and then he realized that he might have touched the truth of the Dao Law Manifestation Era, and immediately hid this extremely arrogant idea deep in his heart.

In order to divert his attention, his gaze fell on the "gifted" soul thought of the tiger-striped youth, a crystal clear amber stone.

"The kindness of the Sanskrit monks, or is it the retreat he has left for himself by valuing my strong and unyielding nature?"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't use it for the time being, and he couldn't analyze it, after all, this was something that a cultivator who had cultivated to the realm of refining qi and transforming gods could only understand a little.

Throw it into the system casually and use it as the bottom of the pressure box? Ye Zhiqiu does not have this patience.

He gave the Divine Soul Idea to the foxes to chew on, only to burst their fangs on the spot.

Ye Zhiqiu rubbed his hands vigorously, summoning a pale fox fire, this time it finally had some effect.

The fire of the demon fox, which burned the spiritual quality, swept over this irregular amber stone, and suddenly a miserable wail sounded, and countless small faces, revealing painful expressions, turned into ashes in the fox fire.

With Ye Zhiqiu's polishing, the irregular amber stone faded away from the extra edges and corners and turned into a boxy spar, like an inconspicuous grain of sand.

"Hah! Remove all the impurities, and finally reveal the true face of the soul's thoughts. My mana was not in vain, and this unexpected encounter was indeed my opportunity!"

Ye Zhiqiu reached this point, he was still cautious and not at ease, and immediately carried the "Pure Heart and Tranquility Formula" passed down by the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai, and visualized that the halogen on the top of his head gave birth to a branch of Hanlian, as if it was carved from green jade, and then sprayed out the magic water to refine the body and mind.

This hand was beyond everyone's expectations, Ye Zhiqiu found that he was inadvertently tempted, and used his hole cards repeatedly, and suddenly understood, took away the fox fire Dao method, and threw the soul thoughts directly into the system's "six-grid backpack".

In a certain hidden place, the tiger-striped young man opened his eyes suddenly, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a person to be underestimated! He has such a heart, great perseverance, and great courage to break free from temptation." This Han shaman is not simple!"

There was a crown of white bones and skulls on top of his head, and the little man in the center sat with his legs folded, full of snail hair, and his ears drooped from his shoulders.

"There are as many shamans in the Han Kingdom as you want, not worse than this one. ”

The tiger-striped youth immediately responded: "What the teacher said is very true! However, we are running out of time. ”

"The Han Kingdom is about to undergo earth-shaking changes, and the barrier that envelops Kyushu will soon crumble, and that's when we have the opportunity to enter. Now it's just a matter of picking seeds for later use, and the success of the infiltration program doesn't matter the big picture. ”

The tiger-striped young man lightly bowed: "What the teacher said is very true!"

Many of the figures in the vicinity were originally restless, but when they heard the conversation between the two, they gradually calmed down, and soon fell silent.

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be nothing, sleeping in the tent that had been restored to its original size!