The sword is the devil

Chapter 736
During the three months in Kangba Zuoqi, in the first month, he was trained by Dong Xianzi, and his money was almost lost; in the last two months, he trained others. These straightforward grassland men were all severely beaten, and finally understood Knowing how dangerous the outside world is, it is undoubtedly nonsense to dream of establishing a country and a sword with their current strength.

After he demonstrated some things, they began to subtly affect the thinking of some people. Of course, it is impossible to see immediate results. The inertia of the millennium tradition is very huge, and it is not possible to turn around just by turning around.

"Are you really not going to the Golden Khan Court?" Shi La still felt a little regretful.

Hou Tiao shook her head and said with a smile: "I won't go, believe me, maybe now is not the time."

He knows what Shi Lat is thinking, just as Shi Lat also knows what he is doing, and they both know each other.

Shi La wants to change the foundation of Golden Bloodline's swordsmanship, and the direction is his body swordsmanship, but this kind of thing cannot be decided by him alone. There are many people at the Golden Core level above him, and it is not so easy to reach an agreement.

Hou Tiao wants to change the inheritance of grassland swordsmanship and integrate his own things into it. The purpose behind this is hard to say. Therefore, both sides are testing each other's limits, but the time is limited and they are not allowed to have too much contact.

Shi La nodded, the timing is indeed wrong, it is too hasty, he has not even passed his own level, let alone these friends around him, let alone those elders who hold the power of the tribe, but they still have plenty of time. time?

"When will Brother Hou come again? Many brothers in the grassland have been fighting swords these days, and they still have something to say."

"When it's time to come, you will definitely come. Don't worry, the situation in the mainland is changing. In the end, everyone will always be together. Whether you like it or not, I hope we will still be friends at that time."

With a sweet smile, she leaned over her body and whispered in the man's ear, "I'm going to find a suitable transformation tool, then shall we have a trick?"

He is full of respect for everyone who has come up with his own efforts.

"It must be friends! The only advantage of us grassland people is our bright eyes, because people from the Central Plains think we are not smart enough."

"Okay, then Hou Lang will save up his capital first, and come back... If you come to the southeast one day, you can contact me. I can't do it, but I can probably help with other trivial matters?"

There is another important reason, the earth spirit bead is embedded in the forehead of the Saintess Little Wing and cannot be taken out. This is another difficult problem to solve. It got complicated.

However, outsiders are not very welcome here.

All the way without talking, after more than ten days, I can already look at the tall Yaoguang Mountains, and in a few days, I will escape to the Yiren tribe.

She paid the price with her life, which was decided from the very beginning when she resolutely embedded the earth spirit bead into her forehead, so Hou Tiao said that she would find a husband for her, because she didn't want her to come to this world for nothing.

In the end, Luo Yewang wrote to him about all these situations, without any details.

After waving goodbye to these prairie swordsmen, they took Dong Xianzi up into the air and fled away.

There is no need to elaborate on the details, everyone is advancing in groping, the saint is like this, and so are the three foreign monks.

Take the right direction and turn into the light. It has been nearly two years since this trip, and the next Shanmen annual meeting is only three years away. It was a bit procrastinating, but the harvest was really good. In the Northwest Xunfeng Valley, In the Tianxin Pavilion at the end of the year and in the Kangba Left Banner, these scattered footprints are strung together into a line, which seems to be nothing if taken alone, but if they are connected together, it seems that there is something guiding them in the dark. he.

The process of solving it was full of various mistakes, but with the efforts of everyone, the goal was finally achieved, and the price was that the Saintess Little Wings would be buried here forever.

The biggest evil consequence of being abandoned by the times is that you have taken the wrong path, and when you wake up, it will be too late to regret.

This is the highest state of chance, not a treasure, not a certain resource, not a magical technique, not a nobleman's favor... but a line, a direction.

Because of the harvest from farming, survival no longer depends on the luck of hunting. With food in hand, life will always be much richer.

In the end, nothing changed.

Hou Tiao refused, "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the interest!"

Seeing the woman's fragrance swaying, people are already floating out of the sky, and he can't help but sigh, it's not that a woman can have fun, but that she knows how to please a man, she can let go of her figure, and she is willing to put her mind to it, a single-handedly in the cultivation world Those who can break through this step must have their own merits.

It cannot be thrown into the water like the water spirit beads, unless the saint is buried in the soil.

This is a paradise hidden in the shallows of the Shiwanda Mountains. Because of the special environmental structure, this piece of gentle slope terraced fields with a radius of hundreds of miles has appeared. Compared with the surrounding mountains and mountains, it is a completely different scene.

The green hills are lush outside, and the terraced fields in the green hills are like shade. The Yiren tribe living here is just one of the countless large and small Yiren tribes living in the Shiwanda Mountains. Because they are close to the periphery and because there are terraced fields for cultivation, their living habits have already been hunted with the mainstream Yiren tribes. They make a living differently and have become a group of half-farmers and half-hunters.

Ten years ago, under the protection of three foreign monks, the saint of the tribe returned to the tribe with the earth spirit beads, and since then she has changed the soil conditions here. This process is not easy.

The level of the Earth Spirit Orb is too high, so high that non-Splendid Continent practitioners can fully grasp it, even major cultivators, not to mention the three minor cultivators of the Heaven-reaching Realm, who have not even reached the Natural Realm.

Fairy Dong just giggled, she was in a good mood, her own affairs were solved perfectly, and she was on this line full of infinite possibilities again, which was much harder than those so-called true disciples of the Daomen, with unlimited potential.

After a while, Fairy Dong was about to say goodbye, "Hou Lang, do you really not need me to accompany you?"

It was precisely because of guilt and reverence for the power of life that he suddenly understood something. After the death of the saint and the earth spirit beads had been able to function normally, the second brother Luo and his confidante Ying Taoist, Shuangshuang left the sect and chose to be a free casual cultivator, traveling around the world.

Also affected was a monk, Jialan, who did not quit Zhaoneng Temple, but chose the path of an ascetic monk, and has since disappeared.

The life of the three people was changed because of an escort. No one can tell the gains and losses in this, whether it is good or bad for the three of them?

Such a tragic result made the tribe extremely repulsive to foreign monks from then on, and they were no longer willing to accept visits from outside monks. The earth spirit beads also accompanied the saintess in the hometown where the bones were buried, and have since disappeared.

(End of this chapter)