Chapter 1265 Ancient Road

"Hehe, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, no talisman, it may not be a good thing, it is rumored that some powerful talismans, they often can lay out a large array with a single thought, and the means are endless,......。 ”

Lin Feifeng studied the formation, and often deduced in the air, Feng Rushan had seen a lot, and he didn't think there was anything bad.

He can conclude that Mo Yun's talent in formations and runes is mediocre, but his interest in runes is very strong, strictly speaking, Mo Yun is very interested in a type of runes, and this kind of runes, Feng Rushan has a vague feeling, and the broken rune seal in the south gate should be of the same origin, that is to say, it is likely to also belong to the origin of the rune seal, at least there should be some connection.

The broken talisman seal in the south gate is obtained from a relic of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, and Mo Yun is a descendant of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, the two are somewhat related, and it is not impossible, Feng Rushan will not make a fuss. However, extracting the origin must also be the top secret technique in Gangxing Divine Prefecture, in fact, he suspected that extracting the origin, in Gangxing Divine Prefecture, is also a forbidden technique, at least Feng Rushan has never seen a similar record.

Feng Rushan couldn't understand why Mo Yun would reveal such a rune to an unknown outsider.

The runes in Mo Yun's hands were obviously inherited, not figured out by himself, and he didn't look like a nerd.

Even though Mo Yun was purely an academic study, Murong Xuefei was obviously a more suitable object, but Mo Yun was more willing to discuss the runes in his hand with Feng Rushan.

The key is that with such a top-level secret technique, Feng Rushan believes that even in the Sky Wolf Clan, not any clan can access it, and Mo Yun, even if there is no Sky Wolf Howling Moon, it should not be an ordinary descendant of the Sky Wolf Clan.

"Elder Mu has a point. However, if the husband wants to attack it, he must first use his own weapons, but unfortunately, these rune runes cannot be bought on the market at all, and there is no one in the Shiniu tribe who can refine the runes,......。 ”

Mo Yun had just come into contact with the runes after becoming a warrior, and he had set up a large array as soon as his mind moved, which was too far away from him. The slightly more complicated rune arrays would take him a lot of time to complete.

Of course, there is some truth to accumulation, but it takes time to accumulate thickly, and Moyun can't afford to wait. However, between words, after Feng Rushan failed twice more, he finally succeeded in delineating the complete rune for the fourth time, and their eyes were quickly filled with a faint mist, and Mo Yun had no intention of entangling those useful and useless anymore, and concentrated all his mind to comprehend the flow of mist.

"Hehe, it seems that Mo Yun is still not at ease with me. ”

As far as Feng Rushan knew, it was not particularly difficult to refine ordinary talismans, at least Murong Xuefei tried to refine a few pieces, and the success rate was acceptable. Generally speaking, the more rare and advanced the rune, the more precious the materials needed, and the refining techniques are less known, naturally, the more expensive the price.

The talisman that Mo Yun needs cannot be bought on the market, and there are naturally some sayings in it, but Feng Rushan is not in a hurry.

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"Yun Gongzi, about ten miles to the south, there is a tent, and there is a cyan tooth flag standing in it, it seems that the son of a wealthy chief took advantage of the early spring to hunt, and accidentally went over, should we go to them to ask for * to buy some water and fresh meat?"

After Zhewen finished speaking, he looked at Mo Yun quietly.

"Forget it, let's take a break and leave later. It is estimated that in two days, we will be able to get out of this damn Gobi, and Miss Mu will be able to take care of one or two more. ”

Mo Yun silently looked at the rolling hills to the south, and finally sighed softly and shook his head gently.

In the blink of an eye, they have been walking on the road for more than three months, it is already early spring according to the season, but the desert is bitter cold, the winter snow is not over, the wind is like a knife, they have not met a single figure in the past three days, although there is no shortage of food, but they have not met suitable prey, drinking water and good wine, not to mention abundance, as for other daily things, they should also save a little use, Mo Yun himself is quite distressed, he wants to come to the yellow sand, lack of water and vegetables, Murong Xuefei is not very used to it.

In fact, he also understood that Zhewen did not necessarily want to replenish water and fresh meat, but it was common for him to walk on the grassland and meet people on the same road, and everyone would get together to have a lively time.

Maybe it's because the Gobi is a little too desolate.

"Hunting, Brother Wen, what kind of prey can attract a tooth flag in this broken place where birds don't?"

Murong Xuefei was masked with a black veil, and others naturally couldn't see how much suffering she had suffered.

The Anxi Ancient Road they walked is said to have been the main traffic artery in the east-west direction of the Qinke Grassland in the past, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going, but in recent decades, as the desertification of the grassland around the ancient road has become more and more serious, the Anxi Ancient Road has become desolate and dilapidated, and it no longer has the former style, only some dilapidated buildings on the side of the road are still silently telling the glory of the ancient road in the past.

The Qinke grassland uses a flag to indicate the identity of the owner, size, color, height, shape, and there are many things in it, and Murong Xuefei doesn't bother to care about those details, but the tooth flag, at least a chief, is more than one grade higher than the red flag of Mohuai of the Shiniu tribe, and in the past three days, Murong Xuefei has only occasionally seen a few small sand lizards and gerbils in the sparse camel thorns, she doesn't believe that any chief will be interested in sand lizards, so that the master will move the crowd to hunt them.

"Uncle Shi, the Daning Mountains in the south are rich in high-quality iron ore, and a large number of forging slaves have gathered in them. ”

"Mo Yun has a keen instinct for danger. ”

Generally speaking, the smelting technology and forging level on the Qinke grassland are much worse than those of the Great Zhou Empire, and the reserves of various ores are not rich, but there are also several smelting centers, and the grassland people mine and smelt iron, which is used to make various weapons and living utensils.

It was not easy to trek long distances in the grassland, even if because of the relationship between the Immortal Mansion, Murong Xuefei did not have to worry about bathing and drinking. Moreover, after the Black Wind Mountain, although there were many small problems along the way, there were no too tricky troubles, Feng Rushan was very worried about Murong Xuefei, and he had to find something lively to play.

The ancient desert road, and the usual road, are not the same thing.

"Oh, iron ore. Forget it. ”

Generally speaking, there must be good things in the mine, but to encounter good things, it not only takes a lot of time, but more importantly, there must be corresponding opportunities, such as the bull king general back then, and Murong Xuefei has no time, let alone the mood to gamble on his luck.

Half of the cloud's treasure house, she hasn't finished tasting it yet, and she can't have such good luck every time.

"Hehe, here's the trouble. Get on board!"

Murong Xuefei was so gentle and submissive, Zhewen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately, many times, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come for you.

The sound of hooves not far from the south is faint, the smoke and dust are all over the sky, looking at the posture, it is coming in their direction, Zhewen naturally does not want to look for trouble, but the vigilance that should be there cannot be less.

According to Zhewen's knowledge, the iron ore in the Daning Mountains does not belong to any one at present, but is owned by seven or eight powerful tribes nearby, but no matter which tribe owns the iron ore, the specific ore is not from the tribe, but the forging slave in the Fengru Pass.

After the tribe was conquered, some entire tribes were forcibly relocated to the mining area, and some of the young and middle-aged men of the tribe regularly came to serve in the mining area, and the old and weak women and children chose other places to live. But no matter what form it takes, as people of conquered tribes, miners cannot be regarded as normal shepherds, they are slaves, and their situation is needless to say very miserable, which can be seen from the name of the word forged slave.

Of course, where there is oppression, there is resistance, and the miners will not honestly do not have a little action, therefore, the management, guarding and monitoring of the forging slaves is indispensable, and it is no exception to come to the Daning Mountains, and these supervisors stationed in the mining area, the legendary temper, are not very good.

They are a group of people, the men are all strong and strong, and the women are as beautiful as flowers, and Zhewen doesn't want to be caught mining.

"Hey, Mu Yan, this kid can run, shameless!"

In a short time, the sound of hooves was heard, and a group of men and horses rushed over, not many people, only a dozen or so people, and in front of the horse team, more than ten feet away, there was only one person walking on foot, a little boy covered in blood.

The little boy looked only twelve or thirteen years old, but he was tall, half a head taller than the average adult, but he had two long arrows stuck in his back, his whole body was drenched in blood, and his two slightly slender long legs were as heavy as lead, and he staggered forward.

The little boy's clothes were in tatters, and Murong Xuefei could even hear his heavy gasps and see beads of sweat sliding down his face.

Sou!

A bright red feather arrow accurately shot the little boy's thigh, and the tall little boy didn't even have the strength to scream, stumbling and stumbling forward two steps, and fell to the ground with a bang, he grabbed the ground with both hands, kicked his feet fiercely, and climbed three feet, and could no longer move.

The splashed yellow sand was covered with the little boy's blood-stained juniors, and the yellow sand behind him was soaked in blood and shone with a strange red.

"Sir, Mrs."

In an instant, He Shuang seemed to have been hit by something, tears flowed uncontrollably, as if something suddenly exploded in her body, unprecedented fear and anger swept through her body, as if she was about to burn, her face was distorted, her eyes showed pain, and she unconsciously urged the horse out.