Xianlu

Chapter 324 The Ancestral Land of Meng Zhao
After dealing with some chores, Xu Dao and Zhuang Bufan went straight to the west.

The two of them kept running day and night, and every time they could see the setting sun melting gold, the sunset glowing all over the sky, and the mountains and sky blending into one.

As they got closer and closer to the west, Xu Dao obviously noticed that the terrain was getting higher and higher, and the places they passed by became less and less populated. From time to time, the peaks of the mountains could be seen whitening, instead of emerald green.

On this day, Xu Dao then looked at a pure white mountain and thought to himself:

"If it is as rumored, this land in the far west is thousands of feet high, and the climate is cold and changeable. From time to time, it will snow heavily, the size of a goose feather, as if the sky is falling."

It has been nearly half a month since he and Zhuang Bufan killed the Red and Green Shuangsha. They crossed many mountains and mountains along the way, and they are already tens of thousands of miles away from the capital of Wu. Most ever.

Fortunately, the two of them had also arrived at the Far West, and their hasty journey could come to an end.

After looking at the snow-capped mountain, Xu Dao cleared his eyes, and continued to control the sword energy, followed closely behind Jiazhuang Bufan, and followed him to the destination.

But after Zhuang Bufan saw the snow-capped mountain, his movements slowed down. Before Xu Dao could ask, he said to him via voice transmission with his spiritual sense:
"Fellow Daoist Xu, it's been a hard journey, let's go, I will take fellow Daoist Daoist to Haosheng to have fun and wash off the dust on my body."

After Zhuang Bufan finished speaking, he controlled the blue-purple sword light, made a erratic turn, and flew towards the snow mountain that appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

Xu Dao felt a little surprised when he heard the other party's words, but the trip was rushed all the way, even if he didn't feel tired because of his advanced cultivation, he still felt monotonous.

Since the other party intends to take a break for a while, he naturally has nothing to do, so he just slapped the head from a distance, and replied with his spiritual sense: "Good."

Not long after, the two turned around and came to the back of the snow mountain.

A multitude of palaces appeared in their eyes. It was repaired from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain, encircling the entire snow-capped mountain like a long snake, very grand and spacious.

It's just that Xu Dao looked over with his spiritual eyes and vaguely noticed that these palaces were old and dilapidated. Even if there was a little bit of spiritual light on them, it still couldn't hide the feeling of coldness and emptiness above.

On the contrary, at the foot of this snow mountain palace, there are groups of people and horses gathered. In the ice and snow, there is a crystal clear river flowing around the foot of the mountain below, steaming white, it seems that it is not an ordinary river.

When he came close, without waiting for Zhuang Bufan's order, Xu Dao restrained the aura on his body.

The same is true for Zhuang Bufan on the other side, and this person also took out a set of colorful clothes from his sleeve pockets, which are not Taoist robes, and are quite different from the customs in the Central Plains.

After Zhuang Bufan finished dressing, he immediately changed from a Taoist priest with a good temperament to a heretic with a strange aura.

"This place is a market that has entered the Far West. Not only are mortals and horses gathered, but it is also the foothold of Taoists from the southwest. It is eye-catching, so it is better to cover it up."

Zhuang Bufan took care of it himself, and persuaded Xu Dao: "Fellow Daoist, why don't you change your look too, Pindao happens to have a set of clothes from the Mengzhao tribe here, and fellow Daoist needs it?"

A thought flashed in Xu Dao's mind: "It turns out that this person is wearing the clothes of the Mengzhao tribe." He thought the other party's suggestion was very good, but he was not ready to take the clothes in the other party's hands.

I saw Xu Dao standing in midair in front of Zhuang Bufan, mobilizing all his muscles and bones, making his figure suddenly grow a foot taller, his muscles grew, and he instantly became a thick-shouldered and round-waisted man.

Then he rubbed his face, put away the Taoist robe on his body, and took out an animal skin jacket and put it on his body. His aura was even more strange, but it matched the boundless snow-capped mountains around him.

Xu Dao also manipulated the cuttlefish sword magic weapon on his body to change its shape.In a few breaths, the cuttlefish sword also changed into the shape of a long knife.

Just like that, Xu Dao also changed from a handsome young Taoist to a vulgar and arrogant snow mountain swordsman.

After the two changed their faces, they looked at each other with a smile, no longer bowed their hands, but clapped their weapons together, and rushed towards the snow-capped palace.

Entering a few miles away from the foot of the mountain, Xu Dao instantly felt a rush of heat, as if he had broken into a formation, but he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, but found no trace of the formation, but there was a formation underground. Small dark rivers surged, intertwining like human blood.

At this time, Zhuang Bufan explained in time, making Xu Dao understand.

It turns out that there is no array here, but this array is not completely driven by spiritual energy, but gets heat from the underground magma, burns the river water, and makes it gushes out, forming a hot river around the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, the small underground river that appeared underground in Xu Dao's spiritual consciousness diverged from Rehe, covering the land for several miles, so that even though it was in a snowy and icy field, the mud ground was still soft and could be used for living.

"This mountain is the ancestral land of the Mengzhao tribe. It is said that the underground Rehe once spread over hundreds of miles around, making it a 'warm house in the west'. Therefore, the Mengzhao tribe unified the snowy pass."

Zhuang Bufan explained aloud, and sighed: "After all, the climate in this ghost place is changeable, and even cultivators can freeze to death in the mountains."

"Eh, this mountain is the ancestral land of the Mengzhao tribe?" Xu Dao immediately became interested when he heard these words.

He looked at the top of the snow-capped mountain again, and found that although there was spiritual energy on the mountain, it was not an ordinary mountain, but the spiritual energy was thin and not strong at all, revealing a sense of dilapidation from the inside to the outside.

This is not the first time Xu Dao has encountered such a situation. He frowned slightly and said in surprise:
"Since it is the ancestral land of Mengzhao, why is the spiritual energy so low? Could it be that...the spiritual veins in this mountain were taken away by someone?"

When Zhuang Bufan heard what he said, his face was suddenly surprised: "Friend Daoist is knowledgeable, and he guessed immediately that the spiritual vein in this mountain was taken away by someone."

After receiving the other party's confirmation, Xu Dao's thoughts surged in his mind.

It is said that Sheshan, where the Shezhao tribe was located at the beginning, had extraordinary aura, and the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and the weather was extraordinary, but after the spiritual veins in the mountain were taken away, the whole mountain was dilapidated.

Although it is still a bit strange, it has become one of the ordinary mountains and is no longer miraculous.And the "Mengzhao Ancestral Land" that appeared in front of Xu Dao's eyes was not much different from the ruined Sheshan.

Thinking in his heart, he pretended to be surprised and asked:
"The good-looking Mengzhao ancestral land, how come the spirit veins were taken away by someone, and the Mengzhao tribe didn't care?"

Hearing this question, Zhuang Bufan said casually: "That happened hundreds of thousands of years ago. The real Mengzhao tribe has already moved away from this place to enjoy happiness on the Erhai Lake. How can such poor people survive?" To be kept in their hearts? Naturally, the spirit veins were taken away and moved to Wudu City."

"If Pindao hadn't expended a lot of effort to collect news about the Far West, he wouldn't have known about the old sesame seeds and rotten millet."

This answer made Xu Dao a little surprised, he didn't expect that the reason why Mengzhao's ancestral land was dilapidated was that Mengzhao abandoned it on his own initiative.But if you think about it carefully, this reason makes sense.

After all, the land in the far west is not only sparsely populated, but also does not have a lot of cultivation resources. Living in this kind of land is far inferior to the hinterland of the "Wu Hua Tian Treasure" Wu Guo, whether for ordinary people or for monks.

If there are better options, few people would be willing to still live here.What's more, after Mengzhao was stationed in the hinterland of Wu State, it was one of the six edicts of Wu State, and the population under it commanded tens of millions, which was much happier than dominating the snow-capped mountains.

The two talked in detail, and Zhuang Bufan also commented: "If this Mengzhao really refuses to extract the spiritual veins and go to the capital of Wu, I am afraid that there will be no Mengzhao among the Wuzhao's five edicts."

He sneered: "The Wuzhao tribe is just five bereaved dogs."

There was no deep meaning in these words, Xu Dao asked directly, and immediately knew that apart from Mengzhao, the other four tribes also abandoned their ancestral lands and enjoyed wealth and honor in the capital of Wu.

This made Xu Dao frowned slightly:

"In this way, it is not true that the Mengzhao and other tribes abandoned their ancestral land, or they may have been forcibly relocated to the interior of the Wu Kingdom... Then how to explain the Shezhao lineage?"

If the Shezhao Taoist priests hadn't destroyed their homeland, the ancestral land of Shezhao would probably be able to thrive for thousands of years, and there would still be chances dormant under the ancestral land.

Compared with the five edicts in the capital of Wu, such a situation does not seem to be shabby and desolate, but full of vitality and great potential.

　Relaxation is over, and things are dealt with cleanly.

　　Changed the city, officially entered the full-time status, and updated well, I am really sorry recently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)