Xianlu

Chapter 325

Before Xu Dao could ponder too much, a burst of mist rushed over his face, followed by the neighing of cows and horses, and the vigorous shouting of the man from Xidi in the distance.

Whoa!
Just a hundred steps away from them, a group of people pulled oxen and horses, and walked across the steaming Rehe River.

Zhuang Bufan said: "Let's go! Brother Xu, I will be happy when I enter the mountain!" The man held the sword pouch in his hand, clamped the sword inside his waist like a short stick, and waved to Xu Dao .

"Go!" Xu Dao quickly recovered from his thoughts, patted the scabbard, and strode to keep up with the opponent.

Although the two restrained their breath and concealed their identities, they did not pretend to be mortals and walked into the snow-capped mountain. The distance between each person was a few feet, and they passed the convoy that was crossing the river in an instant, and walked to the foot of the snow-capped mountain first.

After all, the mountains are currently covered by heavy snow, and the two or three people who can run across the snow-capped mountains without relying on cattle and horses are definitely not ordinary people.

When the convoy crossing the river saw the two of them, they all raised their heads to look over. They didn't dare to look directly at each of them, so they quickly lowered their heads.

After crossing the river and coming to the foot of the snow-capped mountains, more hot scenes appeared in Xu Dao's eyes. There were people cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and there were big pots of stewing, and some people were drinking wine on the open-air table. The breath also poured into the visitor's nose.

It's just that compared to what Xu Dao saw on Mount She at the beginning, the scene in front of him seemed a bit chaotic and disorderly. Although there were many people, the traffic was chaotic, as if there were no rules.

Zhuang Bufan didn't seem to be here for the first time, he led Xu Dao directly across the surrounding people and horses, and climbed to the numerous palaces on the snow mountain.

When they got close, some weird-looking people appeared in the eyes of the two of them. They all wore red scarves around their heads and wore loose clothes, similar to what Zhuang Bufan was wearing now, but they looked like they were not giving birth.

There was no need for Xu Dao to ask, Zhuang Bufan took the initiative to explain: "These are witches from the West, and they can be regarded as practitioners, but the methods they practice are not heretical."

"Someone has done some research, and it should be that after the Mengzhao tribe moved to the capital city of Wu, the remaining practitioners in the snow-capped mountains of the West gathered here and occupied this snow-capped mountain. Of course, there should also be a relationship between Mengzhao and them It has a lot to do with it, after all, this place is the ancestral land of those guys from Mengzhao, it is impossible for outsiders to take it for nothing..."

While listening to Zhuang Bufan's introduction, Xu Dao looked at those strange-looking witches, but he wasn't too surprised.

Although Taoism is widely spread in this world, as long as one is a practitioner, no matter if it is an orthodox or heretical sect, they all consider themselves Taoists, but there are still other ways of practice in places that are too remote.

For example, before the Shezhao tribe was enlightened by the Taoist master of the Tang Dynasty, they also followed the way of witchcraft, playing with snakes and playing Gu. Many savage habits remain.

And the origin of the Taoists is also said to be born out of the shaman group in the wild tribe, and the two have the same origin.

During the one or two years of Xu Dao's subterranean cultivation in the Taoist Palace, not only has he consolidated a lot in cultivation, but he has also increased a lot in knowledge, which is far from comparable to the past casual cultivators.

It's just that although he was mentally prepared, he was still surprised by the various scenes that followed.

I saw the two of them going straight all the way without directly revealing the cultivation base of the Taoist priest who established the foundation. After a little effort, they stepped into the boundary where the practitioners are located-ghost market or mountain city.

The practitioners with fierce faces kept coming and going, some were dressed as witches, some were dressed as Taoists, and some were dressed as strange people.

But what these people have in common is the raging red light of resentment above their heads, and the instruments they hold in their hands, around their waists, and around their necks are all made of human body materials.

Even if it is a magic weapon made of monster materials, it must be inlaid with one or two skulls, as if for decoration.And things like banners and leather drums are even more so.

From time to time, someone would hold a yellow or white leather in their hands and yell along the street: "This year's newly harvested leather is smooth and smooth. It's the best for casting spells and playing drums!"

This scene made Xu Dao frowned slightly.

Although whether it is Baigu Mountain, Shezhao, or the ghost market in Wudu City, there are corpses or human souls sold in the city, but they are all used for refining corpses and ghosts, and they often do not walk along the street. Selling, and unless the quality of the material is really high, only a small number of Taoists buy and use it.

The vast majority of cultivators are still accustomed to using monster materials, natural materials and earthly treasures.

The Xueshanfang City in front of him opened Xu Dao's eyes. He looked over and found that using personal objects to refine utensils here is the mainstream.

Xu Dao couldn't help but sighed to Zhuang Bufan beside him: "It really is a barbaric witch, not like the Central Plains."

However, it is not easy for him to comment too much. Although the practitioners around him are full of resentment and are definitely not kind, they still have rules for each other. Take the material.

Zhuang Bufan echoed and sighed: "After all, it is a desolate place, and there is a lack of resources and food, so we can only tear down the bones to extract oil."

He joked and said: "I heard that in the west, the best thing that the master passed on to his disciples was the muscles, bones and flesh that he had tempered all his life. Even if the master was burned to ashes as a disciple, he still had to pull some bones out of it." Garbage use."

During the conversation, the other party had already led Xu Dao to the largest wine room in the palace complex.

The whole body of the wine room is made of white stone, the surface is crystal clear, like ice, but the inside is steaming, with piles of fire pits set up.

Crowds of Xidi monks gathered among them, eating meat and drinking heavily, the smell of meat was very tempting.

The two walked into it, picked a fire pit on the side, and could look down at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and the more continuous snow-capped mountains in the distance.

As soon as they sat down, a man came over carrying the monster that had just been slaughtered, and a plump woman from Xidi carried a silver jug ​​and poured wine for them.

After a while, the sound of grilling and cooking meat began to sizzle!

Xu Dao sat on the snow-capped mountain, ate animal meat, drank milk wine with special flavor, and looked at the ice and snow outside the bar, and the white tide, and he suddenly felt that it was very meaningful.

Although it is not the feeling of being out of the dust, it also gives him a unique sense of detachment and pleasure.

Zhuang Bufan sat cross-legged across from him, toasting to him constantly: "Brother Xu, let go of the food, so that you can taste the beauties with wine from the West Land, which are much more powerful than the ones from the capital city of Wu!"

Xu Daozi never refuses anyone who comes, and he suddenly feels relieved from the rush of running around.

After eating to their heart's content, when both of them were slightly tipsy, they got up drunkenly from the fire pit, and were led by the woman from Xidi who was carrying the jug to the depths of the wine room.

Passing through a long open-air corridor, the outside is windy with knives and snow arrows, but the inside is even more stuffy, as if it is coming to the dog days.

Sure enough, there were patches of white air in front, emerging from the ground, like continuous white flowers, and there was a sound of water inside, which was a hot spring.

Before Xu Dao spoke to Zhuang Bufan, the other half drunk and half sober nodded at him, and then threw himself into a cloud of white air with the sound of splashing water.

Xu Dao only thought it was for taking a bath after eating, so he randomly picked a hot spring pit and walked into the white air.

He was tentatively stepping on the stone steps in the pit, when suddenly two pairs of tender little hands stretched out from them, paddling water touched his feet, scratching the soles of his feet lightly, and there was a silver bell-like laughter.

Because it was drinking and having fun, and he checked the surroundings early, Xu Dao was not always vigilant, so he felt a little surprised.

I saw two graceful women emerging from the hot spring, looking at Xu Dao glaringly, they were talking and laughing like lotus flowers, quite amazing.

What made Xu Dao raise his eyes slightly was that both of them were covered in white jade, with white top and bottom.

There is no hair on the top, tender like a freshly peeled chicken, holy and self-sustaining, but the brows and eyes are romantic, and the face is full of charm, giving people a sense of novelty.

(End of this chapter)