I have a long pupil

Chapter 245 Overnight in the Ice and Snow Field

The wind and snow are raging, and the fog is thick. Looking around, there is only a white expanse, like a cold tomb, a restricted area for life.

No one could have imagined that this was the once prosperous Luzhou.

War, fog, evil spirits, snow disasters... this vast plain, famous for its grain production, presents a doomsday scene.

However, in this harsh environment, there is a wandering tribe moving slowly, like a group of black ants on a white carpet.

They wore simple leather jackets and their faces were smeared with thick oil to protect themselves from the biting cold wind.

Even so, the biting cold wind scraped their rough faces like sharp blades, leaving red and swollen scars.

They were dragging cattle and sheep, pushing caravans, carrying the old and supporting the young. Their steps were heavy, but their eyes were firm and persistent.

But in this terrible environment, not everyone can hold on after all. Some people are constantly freezing and falling down, unconscious.

The leader of the team was a tall man with a beard and a broad face. Seeing this, he quickly helped a few people up, waved his whip and shouted: "Everyone, hold on a little longer!"

His eyes were full of determination, "Those wolf cubs may be laughing at us, but Beruda will protect his strong people, and we will eventually find our home!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people looked solemn and covered their chests.

Seeing this, the man nodded slightly and took out a parchment scroll from his arms, which was the map of Luzhou.

An old man with frostbite on his face came up next to him and whispered: "Grol, how long will it take? Some people may not be able to hold on."

"almost."

The man known as Grohl pointed to the parchment, "Here, there used to be the Jiyuan City of the Central Plains people. Although it was destroyed by the war, the house for shelter should still be found."

"There are fertile fields outside. I have already tried it. I can dig out the ice and snow to plant arum. If I kill some cattle and sheep, I should be able to survive this winter."

"Abandoned city?"

The old man's face was full of worry, "These places have countless dead people and many evil spirits, so they are a bit dangerous."

Grohl shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Father Persa. The ghost king is getting stronger and stronger. Almost all the ghosts on the plains have been recruited by him. With the protection of ancestor Beruda, we will be fine."

"Ok."

The old man sighed helplessly.

Encouraged by the leader, everyone speeded up and finally saw an old city standing in the wind and snow when it was getting dark.

However, no one cheered.

Everyone was alert and took off their bows.

Outside the abandoned city, many people had already gathered, representing all religions and streams. They set up tents, lit bonfires, drank wine, ate meat, talked and laughed in the wind and snow.

"It's Nakahara Noshu."

The old man beside him made a judgment immediately.

Grohl also nodded solemnly, told everyone behind him to be careful, and secretly held the pendant around his neck.

Seeing this group of prairie people, the wild cultivators were wary at first, then snorted and chatted among themselves without paying any attention to them.

Only one monk saw the cattle and sheep. His eyes lit up. He patted the snow on his body and walked over. He smiled and asked: "Hey, this prairie man, how do you sell cattle and sheep?"

Grohl gritted his teeth and said, "If you want it, I will give you one."

"Yo!"

The idle monk was a little surprised, "You are quite generous. People from the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom are really rich."

"I'm not from the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom!"

Grohl seemed insulted, "We are the Eagle Tribe, not the same thing as those wolf pups."

"Flying Eagle Tribe?"

The monk was stunned, shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it. Anyway, they are all prairie people. What's the difference..."

Grohl's face was red, but he didn't want to say more. He asked his men to bring a sheep and gave it to the monk.

"Tsk tsk."

The monk got an advantage and was in a good mood. "For the sake of you being so sensible, I would like to give you a piece of advice. Just camp outside the city. Don't go into the city."

Grohl was shocked, "Why?"

He led his tribe here just to settle down. Seeing that he couldn't enter the city, he always wanted to ask why.

The monk chuckled, and his eyes became gloomy, "Something strange happened in this city. It's okay to stay outside, but once inside, a sinister wind will rise in the middle of the night, and then they will be kidnapped by evil spirits. No one will survive!"

Seeing several grassland children being frightened and quickly retreating, the monk's heart softened inexplicably. Thinking of his children who died in the war, he sighed slightly, "I'm not joking. I'm not lying to you. A lot of people have disappeared inexplicably recently. Not even the monks can escape.”

The last sentence was lowered, "Also, don't say that you are not from the Golden Horde Wolf Country. Sometimes you can survive by pretending to be confused."

After that, he shook his head and left.

Grohl clenched his fist and said loudly: "The Flying Eagle Tribe owes no favors. Let me tell you the news. The evil has expanded again. The Fire Sect is taking advantage of you. Don't be blinded by the treasure!"

"Pfft!"

The monk laughed and said, "I'm not a fool. Let me tell you, the ghost king won't live long, so we rushed there."

After that, he led the sheep to a camp and said loudly: "It's time to roast the lamb, try my old Feng's craftsmanship."

"it is good!"

The wild cultivators in the camp suddenly cheered.

"Old Feng, how long are you going to pretend to be a fake monk like you?"

"Bah! What a fake monk, we are serious monks..."

"Hahaha…"

The camp suddenly burst into laughter and laughter.

Looking at the field camp in the distance and the increasingly dark sky, Grohl gritted his teeth and said, "Camp far away from them, eat dry food, don't make broth, and explore again tomorrow."

After giving the order, the tribesmen immediately became busy.

The two sides were far apart and could only vaguely see the light of the fire.

In the wild cultivator camp, a man with a scarred face played with the sharp knife in his hand and said with sinister eyes: "These grassland barbarians are taking advantage of the chaos to occupy my land in the Central Plains. If I am still in the frontier army, none of them will survive tonight!"

"calm down."

The monk smoothed things over and advised: "It's not easy to stay alive in this world. Even the warlords of Daliang are negotiating peace with the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom. What kind of killings are they committing for no reason?"

"You are a kind monk."

"Old Feng is a serious monk. It's a pity that the rules and precepts of the Lotus Sect are too strict, otherwise I would have become a disciple of the sect."

"Just blow it and grill it!"

"But having said that, why did those families suddenly join forces?" The topic was changed, and the scar-faced man lost his murderous intention and said with interest: "I heard that it was the disciples of the sect who discussed joining forces. After all, it's okay. This ghost king is the biggest soft persimmon."

"The people who came back here are quite cautious."

"Well, after all, we are a sect, can we still suffer twice?"

"Who is coming this time?"

"The Five Immortals Sect is led by Liu Santong. I heard that all the elites from the Five Fragrance Halls are known as the Five Blessings..."

"The Lianhua Sect has come to protect the Rakshasa. Good guy, I saw it from a distance, just like the statue of the god in the temple..."

"Many fierce people from the Faxiang Sect have come, claiming that all actions are impermanent. The disciples of the Yanjia Sect have been waiting outside Guixi for a long time..."

"But the most powerful one is Xuandu Guan. They are still led by Xuanhua. There are also the Three Swords of Shenting and the Seventh Son of Xuandu. Moreover, Xuanhua Guanxue has attained enlightenment and has been promoted to the fifth level. He is considered the number one master of the younger generation. !”

"Are you kidding? Isn't the number one master Tai Sui?"

"That's not the younger generation."

"Why aren't you young? I heard you're only in your 20s."

"This...can't be counted on him anyway."

"Hahaha."

"In short, this time we have defeated the ghost monster, we have received the task, it is considered completed, and we can also get some spiritual materials. Everyone, please take care of each other when you go..."

"That's natural."

As everyone talked and laughed, they became familiar with each other.

This is the case in the world of rivers and lakes. When walking outside, multiple friends can always lead to multiple paths. Although everyone will be guarded, they will always get along in terms of face.

Monk Feng was a very generous man. He once worked as a cook. After showing off his skills, he attracted praise from everyone.

Amid the hustle and bustle, he found that there was always a person in the corner of the camp wearing a cloak, sitting silently in the tent. With his heart moved, he picked up a piece of barbecue and walked over, smiling and saying:
"Brother, want to try my craftsmanship?"

"Thank you."

The man raised his head, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and an ordinary face that was difficult to spot even among a crowd of people.

Monk Feng was an acquaintance, and he inquired playfully:

"This brother, what is your surname?"

"Zhang San."

"Oh."

Monk Feng knew it was a pseudonym as soon as he heard it. He shook his head and said, "Well, if you don't want to say it, forget it. Seeing that your cultivation level is ordinary, you should make more friends with others so that you can have someone to take care of you when you get to Guixi."

After that, he shook his head slightly and turned to leave.

The man in black robe was naturally Zhang Biao, but he wore a human skin mask to restrain his aura, so these wild cultivators could not detect him.

Looking at the monk's retreating figure, Zhang Biao smiled slightly and whispered: "He is quite warm-hearted..."

With his cultivation level, he could clearly hear everyone talking, even the whispers of the monk and Grol.

I picked up the barbecue and took a few bites. It was indeed delicious.

Zhang Biao took out the silver wine flask from his arms, and while eating and drinking, he looked at the ancient city in the distance.

Naturally, he came to Luzhou for a purpose.

News came from You Shen that they finally found a few Sanming Fire Seeds in the cracks of the canyon, but the highest was only fourth grade, and there was only one plant.

Although it was not the fifth grade he wanted, he couldn't find it, so he could only use more and gradually improve it.

In this way, it seems a bit wasteful.

After all, fourth-grade treasure medicine, whether used to help disciples and monks in the village improve, or sold in exchange, has great value.

But for him, it seemed a bit tasteless.

But there is also good news. Pang Shanhu used the mountain patrol method to practice and found that there was something strange in the atmosphere of the canyon. He has been following it and may be able to find something.

And he would take this opportunity to come to Huaizhou to worship the Yin-Yang Diagram.

He didn't want to leak this matter to the outside world. After all, it was necessary to be on guard against others. If the Yin-Yang Diagram was perfected, it would be a trump card, so he put on a human skin mask and sneaked into Luzhou.

The Jiyuan City in front of us is the first target.

A lot of strange things happened here in succession, and there might be powerful ghosts at work, but he had already investigated during the day and found nothing, so he could only wait for night.

It happened that this group of wild monks arrived, so they simply set up a tent and pretended to be young monks waiting.

At this moment, he suddenly looked to the other side.

There is the Flying Eagle Tribe camp.

Others couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that there was a surge of incense and divine power there, and then an explosive and ferocious spiritual thought expanded.

Zhang Biao was thoughtful and shook his head slightly.

He saw everything that happened just now.Although the Flying Eagle tribe is also a people from the grassland, it seems that they can't deal with the Golden Horde Wolf Kingdom.

Now it seems that it is not surprising at all.

This Flying Eagle Tribe, by some unknown chance, actually has its own secular god, who looks like an ancestral god.

His ancestors must have produced powerful heroes, and they were probably even monks. They had secret magic weapons that stayed in the spiritual world and were preserved to this day.

With the xenophobic nature of the Fire Sect, it is a miracle that the Flying Eagle Tribe can survive to this day.

After thinking about this, Zhang Biao was too lazy to pay attention anymore. He closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged and meditated, and silently carried Zhou Tian.

Before you know it, night falls.

All campsites have fallen into silence, except for the constant snoring and the crackling of campfires.

At this moment, Zhang Biao suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head.

He could feel that there was a ferocious thought wandering in the air, watching everyone indifferently.

"beep--!"

At the same time, the Eagle Tribe’s camp also lit up with fire, accompanied by long horn sounds.

"What happened?"

"What did those prairie barbarians discover!"

"Be careful, wait until I ask."

Before he finished speaking, there was strong wind and flying snow all around. All the bonfires were extinguished and plunged into darkness...

(End of this chapter)