Li Shan, a small southern Xinjiang tribe, has the most primitive simplicity, so that Mo Ming only felt a very familiar atmosphere after just a little contact, just like Mo Village, where he has lived since childhood, people can't help but think of very warm scenes.

And from the moment the young man said that words of welcome, Mo Ming knew that his actions had finally dispelled the hostility in the other party's heart, and incidentally made the people in the tribe relax their initial vigilance.

Even some of the children who were originally hiding behind the adults stared at this young man who was so strange that he was a little out of place with his surroundings.

Mo Ming walked into the tribe with the young man under the gaze of everyone, and was in a good mood when he saw the faces that were either a little vigilant or with a look of curiosity.

He could already see that the young man was the leader of this small tribe and the only monk in this tribe, while the others were ordinary people who had no cultivation at all, and the words of the young man had great prestige in this tribe, and no one was willing to oppose it.

"For the first time, there are many disturbing places, and I hope you will have a lot of Haihan!"

Mo Ming arched his hand and said to those people, trying to keep his easy-going smile so as not to cause any unpleasantness.

And he didn't have the slightest condescension just because these people were just mortals, because from beginning to end, Mo Ming didn't think that he was any different from mortals, even if he was now a veritable immortal cultivator, he didn't think so.

After all, Mo Ming couldn't forget that he was like this back then, but because of different circumstances, he was made what he is now, and he has cultivation and strength that are beyond the reach of mortals.

Walking into the largest yurt in the middle of the tribe, this was the young man's dwelling, and it didn't look much better than the others.

The young man called someone to bring barley wine and fragrant roast mutton, and beckoned Mo Ming to sit at a square table.

"My name is Li Shan Junxiong, and I haven't asked what the Taoist is called!" Li Shan Junxiong raised his wine glass and asked as he learned Mo Ming's words.

"Under Mo Ming!"

Mo Ming also raised his glass and said with a smile, "Thank you Junxiong Daoyou for your hospitality, and I hope that Daoyou Haihan will be disturbed a lot!"

"You've already given me a lot of pills!"

Li Shan Junxiong shook his head, as if he was not good at this kind of literary and crepe answer, and said bluntly: "You can stay in my tribe for half a month, during this period, what do you want to know, just ask, as long as I know, I will tell you what I can say!"

"However, there is one thing I still have to say first, this tribe is only a very small tribe in southern Xinjiang, and the people in the tribe are ordinary people except me, and they can't stand the disturbance of any foreign monks!

I don't want you to disturb them either, if you have any questions, you can ask me, although I can feel that your strength is very strong, but as long as I find out that you have any malice towards my Li Shan tribe, I will definitely fight for my life to expel you!"

"Don't worry, I can assure you!" Mo Ming said with a smile, his tone was very affirmative and sincere!

Li Shan Junxiong nodded, and then said: "Then, you can tell me what you want to inquire about, I will definitely say it if you know, but if you can't say it, I also hope you don't force it!"

"It's nature!"

Mo Ming said with a smile: "I want to know about the overall situation in southern Xinjiang, what tribes there are, what places are there, you can pick up what you think I don't know, and if there is any news about the ancient land that appeared in southern Xinjiang not long ago, I also hope you can tell me as well!"

"I ...... in Southern Xinjiang"

Li Shan Junxiong groaned slightly, as if he was organizing his words, paused, then lowered his voice, and directly used his spiritual sense to transmit the sound.

He spoke very slowly, starting with the various tribes in southern Xinjiang, and then talking about the monks here, the words were very simple, but they were very clear.

Mo Ming stared at his eyes, listened very carefully and carefully, interjected from time to time to ask a few words, and then continued to listen.

Time suddenly passed in such a conversation, the people in the Li Shan tribe did not make any difference because of Mo Ming's arrival, the adults were still busy with their own things, and the children, in addition to the surprise at the beginning, gradually regained their playful temperament, and from time to time they would pretend to pass by the door of Li Shan Junxiong's tent, and then look at it curiously.

The sky was unconsciously dark, a bonfire rose in the tribe, and Mo Ming and Li Shan Junxiong also walked out of the tent and came to the bonfire.

Through this afternoon's understanding, Mo Ming basically had a preliminary understanding of this southern Xinjiang land.

Southern Xinjiang has nearly 10,000 tribes of all sizes, the small ones such as the Lishan tribe have only a few hundred households and thousands of people, while the large ones have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of households, with a population no less than that of a small country in the Central Plains!

Unlike the Central Plains, this place still retains the most primitive way of life, and the tribes are almost self-sufficient and rarely interact with other tribes, and even if they come and go, because there is no country in this place, there is no city, there is no currency, and the transactions between tribes are mostly bartered.

As for the spirit stones, in this place, only most of them have them, and they can also be used as a trading currency, but they are more often used as a resource for cultivation.

Because there are very few resources for cultivation in this southern frontier, and the methods practiced by the monks in this place are also very different from those in the Central Plains, the monks are not called immortal cultivators, but are called witch cultivators.

There is the existence of witchcraft in every tribe, which is the foundation of a tribe's strength, just like the outside world, it also pays attention to the respect of the strong, and there are often large tribes devouring small tribes, and small tribes are dependent on large tribes for survival.

There is only one Wu Xiu in the Lishan tribe, and that is Lishan Junxiong, and Mo Ming felt from his words that in this place, the law of the jungle is more serious than that of the Central Plains, and tribes like Lishan can only survive in this mountain wilderness, while those big tribes occupy the most abundant resources in the depths of southern Xinjiang.

A day's understanding made Mo Ming feel a lot, but until now, he didn't know about the ancient land that appeared not long ago, and from Li Shan Junxiong's mouth, he felt that the other party seemed to be reluctant to talk about this matter from the beginning, and he also avoided many sects and Taoists in the Central Plains, even if Mo Ming opened his mouth to ask, it was basically a simple bypass!

This made Mo Ming very strange, and he was even more curious about the ancient land that appeared

It's just that it's night, and he doesn't have much to ask about the party's request to participate in this bonfire, so he can only think about going back and seeing if he can take the opportunity to ask!