Rainbow Moon Seeking Immortality.

Chapter 129 Kitahara Sanbu
Kitahara
Sunset on the west hills, twilight dimly.

Under a lush, green carpet of earth, Qin Yiguan emerged from an underground cave, sleepy-eyed.

He was dressed in the most beloved attire of Northern Plains warriors, a wolfskin robe inlaid with armor, a cowhide belt tied around his waist, long riding boots on his feet, and a rugged, unruly face.

Judging from the clothes alone, he looks like a Beiyuan native.

If it hadn't been for the early summer, when the sky was high and the sun was long, and the heat was sweltering, he would have had to put on another felt hat.

His riding horse, the hump wolf, loyally guarded the outside of the cave, acting as a temporary watchdog, taking a nap among the wildly growing grass in early summer.

Looking up at the dome filled with red clouds, a crescent moon's fangs were revealed, vaguely visible. Qin Yi felt inexplicably relieved when he saw it.

These days, I have changed my daily routine, resting during the day and traveling at night.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky is helpful for the use of one's own natal moon source Gu, which facilitates the absorption and storage of moonlight, and is also conducive to the use of other moon Gu.

In other words, a moonlit night is equivalent to his home court, with extra boost.

Limited by the suppression of Beiyuan's aura, Qin Yiguan's Kongqiao Zhenyuan is still at the peak level of Level [-], but he has several Level [-] Gu insects that ordinary Level [-] Gu masters may not have, which can be described as extremely magical.

whoosh-

After a sound of air being sucked in, everything in the cave was swept away.

The bag-like Gu worm in his hand swelled.

Its outer layer is like cowhide that has been patinated for a long time. It is black and purple, has a narrow mouth and a wide belly, a rounded tail, and serious wear on the edges.

Three-turn storage voodoo, cow bag voodoo!
The material of each cow bag Gu comes from ordinary cattle, and the internal space can be increased with continuous refining. It is loved by the majority of Beiyuan Gu masters and is the most common storage type of Gu in Beiyuan.

Most Beiyuan Gu masters will obtain the first level of Cow Bag Gu after awakening, and then gradually improve themselves as their practice improves.

This Level [-] Cow Bag Gu was one of his purchases in Central Continent. After crossing the boundary wall to Beiyuan, he took the time to refine it again.

As for the Douchi grass Gu that was originally brought from Guyue Village in southern Xinjiang and has been used for a long time, he abandoned it.

There are many forests in southern Xinjiang, and flower and grass voodoos are quite common. The grass voodoo voodoo is the best choice for the third level.Although there are also flower and plant voodoo insects in the Northern Plains, they are not as common as the cow bag voodoo.

When entering Middle-earth for the first time, there was no such obstacle.

This is because Central Continent has Gu Masters who practice many schools. Various schools are rich in resources, and it is not difficult to understand that there are various Gu insects.

In addition, there is also the reason that Kitahara is xenophobic.

To be more precise, no matter which domain in the Gu world, there is xenophobia, but the degree varies.

The East China Sea is rich in cultivation resources and is the least exclusive, followed by Zhongzhou.

Southern Xinjiang is mountainous, and families are tied by blood. They occupy a mountain to keep warm, and there are many hermitages, which is the most exclusive.

Almost all other Gu insects with exotic characteristics were replaced by him to facilitate their integration into Beiyuan.

Calling softly, he mounted the wolf, discerned the direction of the stars, and continued to move forward in the hazy moonlight.

Night is the best camouflage, and it is also the time for many predators to appear.

On the way, we repelled several waves of small beasts, and also encountered a large beast group with the level of the king of beasts, and were forced to change the route in a circle.

The Northern Plains is different from the Southern Xinjiang. The Southern Xinjiang has many mountains, deep forests and luxuriant leaves. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is little contact between the various families. They rely on caravans to complete the communication and exchange what they need.

This situation does not exist in the Northern Principle. The boundless grassland allows tribes to come and go like the wind. Everywhere is feasible. There is no 'road' in the traditional sense. If you encounter obstacles, just make a slight detour.

After traveling for more than an hour, Qin Yi observed the red light of a bonfire somewhere, which was particularly conspicuous under the blue moonlit night.

Jumping off the wolf's back, he made the hump wolf lie down while he quietly approached.

Climbing over the mound, there is a camp surrounded by earthen walls. There are large and small dome tents and two or three observation towers, which are guarded by Gu masters.

"The earthen wall was built with great care, but unfortunately there are not enough sentry towers and there are not enough Gu masters. We are just a small tribe. No matter how thick the wall is, it is useless."

Qin Yiguan looked around and put away his guard.

He has seen many similar small families, and he can discern the reality with just a few glances.

There were frequent battles in Beiyuan, and the rise and fall of a family might be determined by a certain battle.Large families split into small families, and small families jump to medium-sized or even large families in just a few years.

The strength of the small family in front of them is obviously average, and it is not even certain whether there is a fourth-level clan leader. If his strength reaches two levels more, I wouldn't mind eating him along the way.

Wealth is secondary, the souls after killing these Gu masters can be used to strengthen their souls with the Soul-Eating Gu.

Qin Yiguan did not give up easily on the cultivation of the soul path. When he was in Central Continent due to objective factors such as the general environment, he was unable to exert its effects as much as he could. He could only make up for the damage to the soul in the daily refining of Gu, and came to the land of Beiyuan where he was fighting. Will there still be a lack of soul?
While thinking about it, at the horizon of the grassland, a group of Gu Masters came on horseback.

Qin Yiguan raised his eyes and took a closer look. When he saw the size of the opponent clearly, he said with relief:
"It turns out that I'm not the only one who has taken a liking to this piece of meat!"

...The night wind is blowing and the chill is chilling.

On top of the sentry tower in the camp, an old man was giving instructions to a young Gu Master, teaching him how to stand sentry.

"Child, you must remember that the second half of the night is when people are most sleepy. Don't let your guard down then. Do you understand?"

"Yeah!" The young Gu Master was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

Seeing that the other party was a little flustered, the old man comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I know you are inexperienced, so stay guard for me for a while. I'll go back and take a nap, and I'll come back for you later."

After that, he patted the young Gu Master on the shoulder to show encouragement and climbed down from the sentry tower.

Passing through the large and small tents, the sound of sleeping women and children could be heard one after another, and the heavy sobbing and panting of horses reached his ears.

In these tents, there are clansmen who have just escaped from the conflicts in the world and occasionally have a moment of respite.

too tired!
Everyone is busy trying to survive...

The old man sighed in his heart and silently prayed for the blessing of the Immortal God.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and found a sneaky voice somewhere in the corner of the tent curtain.

"Still not coming out?" The old man sneered.

"Grandpa!" A child of eight or nine years old rushed out of the tent, opened his arms and hugged the old man.

puff!
The two bumped into each other.

The old man looked kind, and he also hugged the child tightly, feeling his body growing taller.

"Grandpa, I can reach up to my belly button!" The child shook his head and twisted his body.

"Okay, okay!" The old man choked up as he thought of something. "Grow tall!"

"Grandpa, it's time to tell me the story of Beiyuan today!" The child dragged the old man towards the tent.

"Okay, where did we talk last time?" The old man opened the door curtain and entered half of the room to stack goods. There were only a few tables that could barely fit in.

"Last time, we talked about the King's Hegemony held once every ten years by the Giant Sun Immortal!" The child sat on the desk, his feet just touching the ground.

"Well, now that I've told you about the Royal Court Controversy, I should tell you about past examples of Royal Court Controversies to wake you up. This is also a common saying on our grasslands - Kitahara Sanbu!"

"Three no?!"

"Yes, you can't drink the milk tea from the Shuote family, you can't marry a woman from the Holy family, and you can't forget the lessons of the Fei family!"

(PS: Except for the last item, all others are my second creation and have certain historical prototypes.)
"Milk tea...can't marry...uh..." Zhidong was a little dazed.

"Let me tell you one by one, this - eh?!"

The old man hugged the young boy. Halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly widened and his whole body became alert. He rushed to the door and looked out.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Zhidong asked Xingsheng.

"Quick, hide in the box." The old man rushed back, picked up the child, put it into a wooden box full of cloth, and handed out a dagger to defend himself.

"Grandpa -" The child couldn't help but cry as the wooden box was about to close.

"Don't cry! Grandpa will be back soon and will definitely find you, just like last time."

Outside the wooden box, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

A few breaths later, the sound of horses' hooves clattering came like a flood, like pouring a basin of scalding hot water into the sleeping camp, boiling instantly.

The sound of fighting, crying, wailing... all kinds of sounds drowned out the child in the wooden box, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to cry anymore, and held the dagger in his hand tightly, trembling.

After a long time, there was no more noise in the camp, and it completely fell into dead silence.

"It's over..." Zhidong was thinking, suddenly!
Through the gap between the wooden box lids, he vaguely saw a figure opening the door curtain and walking in quickly.

"Ah... um!"

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that the man was wider than his grandpa. What frightened him even more was that he seemed to hear his own voice, coming towards him.

Lord Juyang Immortal!

help me!
　The first two of the "Kitahara Three Nos" have historical prototypes: Tatar's milk tea cannot be drunk, and Xixia's princess cannot be married.

　　Genghis Khan Temujin's father died under the poisonous tea of ​​the Tatar tribe. For this reason, Temujin launched the Battle of Kuoyitian, annihilated the Tatar tribe and carried out a massacre. Since then, the Tatar tribe has been in decline.

　　After the Xixia princess went to bed, Genghis Khan died of a sudden illness, and the Xixia people on the wheel were massacred.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)