I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 215 Walking barefoot on the earth

Chapter 215 Walking barefoot on the earth
It's already been a relationship where you are part of me and you are part of me. Li Lang didn't have to avoid Tianshan Yue when changing clothes.

But after Li Lang put on the Western Region monk's dress and cassock, he turned around and saw that Tianshan Yue's eyes were watery and her cheeks were flushed. She obviously had evil thoughts.

When he saw Tianshan Yue swaying her slender waist and approaching with charming steps, Li Lang understood it completely.

"It's broken! I've become a lover!" Li Lang thought to himself.

Men who have girlfriends or wives know that women are really more lustful than men.

In fact, they are more courageous than men to try new tricks.

Li Lang had only thought about Mingbi's ever-changing powers, which were gifts and magical powers that countless men dreamed of.

But they forgot that this kind of fun is also effective for women.

Before Li Lang could resist, Tianshan Yue had already walked over with her long legs and lifted Li Lang's chin with her fingertips: "What a handsome Hu monk. Who knows what will happen if he falls into the hands of this envoy?" The end?"

Li Lang had a playful expression on his face, this girl... was actually acting!
Could it be that his long sword is disadvantageous for acting like this?
Li Lang took two steps back and distanced himself, with a solemn look on his face.

Perhaps in the eyes of some practitioners in the Western Region, the inheritance of memory, cognition, and feelings is better than the so-called inheritance of blood.

Li Lang has quickly entered the role.

Sing a song of cherishing sex.

Under the quilt, they were entangled together, squirming crazily, primitive movements, with endless tension.

It does not change color at this moment.

Doomsday Moderna.

"Hmph! You evildoer! I am as determined as the sea, and I will never fall into your trap!" Li Lang formed the Immovable King's Seal, with a solemn treasure.

Just like the Buddha, he had to block the light of the sky because of the behavior of his Buddhist disciples, so as not to reveal the darkness and filth of Buddhism.

Madanga is exactly me.

"Actually, it's more similar to the meaning of Yibo Disciple."

Li Lang had a look of disdain on his face, and the disdain in his eyes was on the surface.

Tianshan Yue chuckled, her red lips sliding down her neck to her chest, lower abdomen, and pubic area...

It is beauty, excellence, and color.

If there really is such a secret technique of near-immortal reincarnation in the Western Region, then practitioners all over the world should come and seek it.

How could it be possible that it was only spread in the Western Regions?

"Is the reincarnation technique of these monks in the Western Regions real, or is it just some mysterious propaganda?" Li Lang asked, stroking Tianshan Yue's shoulder.

Outside of the quilt, there seemed to be some distance between the two of them. The scene was either cloudy or clear, and they seemed to be separated.

Ask who can not cherish it.

It was really like a white python, entwining the eminent monk in the manor.

There is a poem that implies: If you want to turn into a turtle and a snake to give birth to a holy fetus, who can guess the subtle meaning of Lishan Mountain? Even if every piece of pure steel is worn away, you won't be able to see through it even if you don't believe it.

Her red lips lightly parted by her ears. Her body was as soft as a beautiful snake, and she wrapped her body around Li Lang's stiff body and said, "Of course... I'll eat you alive, and I'll eat you in my belly!"

Singing heartily, the song reaches its peak, and the stars make the veil.

Color becomes empty, and space becomes color.

"Strictly speaking, it is not a real reincarnation, but because there are similarities between the former and the latter, whether it is memory, part of the style, or even the martial arts and supernatural powers they mastered, they are often regarded as the same person."

Tianshan Yue arched her head into Li Lang's shoulder, and said tiredly but contentedly: "This is a secret technique spread by the original primitive religion in the Western Regions. It selects a baby with a very close destiny and aura, and secretly renders it spiritually Similar magical powers are cultivated in secret. When the caster dies, the person being cultivated will appear as the caster and receive almost all of his inheritance."

At this time, the love is strong, but it is also full of fun.

Monks in the Western Regions do not have the concept of observing sexual precepts, so if you want to show resistance, you have to approach it from a national perspective.

The sunlight penetrated through the window, and then it was ashamed to fall into the clouds again, no longer taking a closer look at the scenery in the room.

Tianshan Yue's pretty face was hot, but her eyes were shining brightly. She pressed Li Lang's chest, and then gently stroked Li Lang's bald scalp with her fingertips: "Keke! What do I want to do?"

"Shameless fucking woman, what do you want to do?" Li Lang spoke fluently in the southern Hu language with a pure accent.

She smiled like a fox stealing a chicken, and the charm in her eyes was about to turn into drops of water.

The wine is drunk, the meat is dried, and the red candles are replaced by the sky.

Li Lang still looked like a foreigner, lying together with Tianshan Yue.

Mohu Luojia, Mohu Luojia, Jieyi Maha
Mohu Luojia, Mohu Luojia, Revealing the Truth Maha...

When it's all over, it's a bit of an eyesore when you look at it.

Don't sigh, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

When looking for excitement, this technique of change is good.

Li Lang nodded, thinking this was reasonable.

An inexplicable song sounded in Li Lang's heart.

Tianshanyue's body was soft but not too twisted to appear weird.

However, Tianshan Yue rubbed Li Lang's face and motioned for him to change back first.

After all, the land of the Western Regions has no rules and regulations and is closer to primitive barbarism.

Many people don't care at all about the origins of their children.

As long as he is born strong and grows powerful, he is a good boy.

When some leaders of small tribes encounter strong travelers during their nomadic journey, they will even take the initiative to arrange for their wives or daughters to entertain the travelers.

The purpose is to leave better seeds to take root and sprout in his fields.

The sage said: If you have a solid warehouse, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

The Western Region is desolate, and most people are just struggling to survive. Etiquette is a luxury for them.

After weaving the identity framework, Li Lang combined the various clues and information given by Tianshan Yue in the next few days to complete the entire character setting on his own.

Then continue to simulate performances.

It wasn't until every move was natural and almost perfect that I left Baiyuguan barefoot.

At the same time, several teams also left Baiyuguan in cooperation and launched a search for Li Lang's "secret". It was a complete show.

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In the setting sun, beside an oasis, a group of dozens of riders surrounded a barbarian man with green eyes and red hair.

War horses galloped around the barbarian man, kicking up dust all over the sky.

"Hatu! He is Ren Feiyun, a Ganhua Huren. His real name is Ahong. I saw with my own eyes that he secretly communicated with Ganren people." A man with the same red hair as the man surrounded in the middle said loudly.

Ren Feiyun, who was surrounded in the middle, stared at his brothers who betrayed him with his eyes wide open and his teeth gritted.

"Siwa, from now on, we are no longer brothers. The wind in the Gobi has dried up our blood ties." Ren Feiyun said fiercely.

At this moment, Ren Feiyun was frightened, but even more angry.

For the development of the tribe, he secretly turned to Ganren and only told this to his fellow brother.

But he didn't expect that he would be betrayed by his brother.

Of course, from the perspective of the Hu people in the Western Regions, his brother is the hero, and he... is an evil thief who betrayed the interests and survival of the entire ethnic group for his own glory and wealth.

All the surging emotions happened in just a moment.

Not allowing Ren Feiyun to have any more words or ideas, several scimitars were already cutting at him.

Ren Feiyun roared, his hair fluttering in the wind, like an angry lion, slashing left and right with a saber, temporarily forcing the besiegers back.

It's just that his hand can't be said to be useless, it can only be said that he is fighting against a trapped beast.

The barbarians on war horses didn't bother much with him. They just carried their horses in a circle and cut him with a single blow when they found an opening.

Although the horse formation is simple, it works well together and once the speed is increased, its lethality is very intuitive.

Even if Ren Feiyun used his magical power, he couldn't resist for long. Soon his body was covered with knife wounds and he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Just when Ren Feiyun thought he was certain to die, suddenly, yellow sand rose everywhere on the desert, and someone in the distance heard shouting: "The God is angry!"

Ren Feiyun reluctantly raised his head and saw that the people who had been surrounding him all started to flee in all directions.

Before Ren Feiyun could prop up his body and find a place as sheltered from the wind as possible, the strong wind had already blown over the ground in an instant. The endless desert Gobi was covered with yellow-gray to dull sand and fog, like hundreds of thick The thick yellow curtain covered the sky and the earth, and the blue sky suddenly turned into night.

Only silhouettes of people were seen in the sand and fog, running in all directions.

Ren Feiyun's body shook, and his whole body was swept up into the sky.

"My life is at risk!" Such thoughts flashed through Ren Feiyun's mind.

"It's a pity that we didn't go to the prosperous Central Plains after all."

Along with the vague thoughts, he was completely involved in the horror of the tornado sand. The large amount of yellow sand hit his body like tiny bullets. The already seriously injured body was afraid that it would be difficult to survive for a few more breaths.

At this moment, a hand reached into the howling wind and firmly grasped one of Ren Feiyun's legs.

Then he was snatched out of the wildly rotating storm.

It didn't tear his body apart, it also stabilized his breath, and the wound stopped bleeding.

The storm continues, and this palm continues to catch people who are unfortunate enough to be caught in the storm.

I don't know how long it took before Ren Feiyun woke up.

When I first regained consciousness, I felt wisps of sandalwood refreshing my heart and lungs.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was lying on a hillside, surrounded by flowers.

Beside him, there were still more than a dozen barbarians lying on the ground. Judging from the situation, they were all sleeping soundly and did not wake up.

A monk wearing a red and white monk's dress holds a Buddhist scripture in his hand and recites silently.

The prayer wheel turned in his hand made a subtle buzzing sound.

The strange sandalwood scent emanated from the monk.

Looking from Ren Feiyun's perspective, the monk's body was clearly coated with a layer of golden light.

An invisible majesty spread from his body, making him gradually afraid to look directly.

"Buddha?"

"Am I in the Western Paradise?"

"Can a person like me go to the Western Paradise?" Ren Feiyun thought strangely.

He longed for the Central Plains and the prosperous world of Ganren. At the same time, he also sought refuge with the Ganren in Baiyuguan so that the people in the tribe could have a better life.

This is Ren Feiyun's choice.

But on the other hand, he is also disdainful of his own choices, and may not be without regrets and self-hatred deep in his heart.

Seeing this scene, he struggled to get up and knelt in front of the monk.

"Buddha! I am guilty!" Ren Feiyun said.

"I betrayed my tribe, but I didn't just have selfish motives." Ren Feiyun said, not daring to look up and look at the expression on 'Buddha's' face.

The monk continued to chant sutras, as if turning a deaf ear to Ren Feiyun's words.

It wasn't until he finished reciting the sutra that the monk slowly stood up.

Ren Feiyun lowered his head but was still taking a peek. Only then did he notice that the monk was walking barefoot.

With every step he takes, a white lotus grows under his feet, holding his toes firmly.

Accompanying the monk's journey.

The mysterious color is being withdrawn from here.

Only then did Ren Feiyun feel his breathing and heartbeat, including the heat in the air and the solid feel of the soil under his feet.

"Am I not dead?" Ren Feiyun touched his body. Although the injuries on his body were not completely healed, several deeper wounds had scabbed over, and the shallower ones actually had no traces left. Soon after, more Hu people woke up.

They communicated with each other, all talking about the true or false dream they had seen not long ago.

Everyone was amazed when they looked at the flowers blooming on the sand dunes.

Only Ren Feiyun, after struggling for a few breaths, chased the monk in the direction he was going.

At that moment, he felt many things.

Everything in the first half of his life was in vain for him.

Next, he wants to pursue a more divine 'reality'.

The 'reality' in Ren Feiyun's eyes was walking barefoot in the desert and spitting out the sand in his mouth.

It has been half a month since Li Lang left Baiyuguan.

But it has to be said that even though he has appeared as a saint many times, the legend about him in this desert is still "inconspicuous".

The speed of information dissemination in this era is too slow.

Although there are special items such as photos and sound stones, they are all spiritual items and their prices are not close to the people.

It was only circulated among nobles and wealthy people, and it was impossible for ordinary people to have it.

"After I confirm the identity of Chulun Gyatso, I can gradually unravel the identity of 'Gem Knight' like a secret by others."

"People have a sense of self-identification. People are more willing to believe the truth told by others than the truth inferred by themselves." Li Lang thought and sighed.

Without the promoters behind him to help fuel the flames, Li Lang finally understood that it was not easy for 'ordinary people' to become famous.

No matter how many talents you have, no one will tout them or publicize them, and most of your time will be wasted in obscurity, just spinning around in circles.

In the past, Li Lang could sleep with any oiran and his reputation would be spread throughout the states.

Today, he has saved hundreds of lives from disasters in heaven and earth several times, and he has manifested his holiness again and again, but the effect is still not good.

I have to say, this is also very ironic.

"Master! Master!" A voice sounded from behind Li Lang.

The red-haired middle-aged man was half staggering after him. From a distance, he clasped his hands together and said: "Saluo'er... A Hong, I am willing to follow the master in practice, and I hope the master will show mercy." Ren Feiyun lowered his head and said to Li Lang shouted.

Li Lang's eyes flashed. Since he couldn't make a name for himself, he would take the group route.

Confucius traveled around the world and had three thousand disciples.

When the Buddha was giving sermons under the Bodhi tree, there were also eight hundred people accompanying him.

The mentality of watching the excitement and following the herd is rooted in human nature.

Li Lang looked at the red-haired middle-aged man with compassion, walked forward and put his hand on his forehead.

Then he smiled lightly and said, "It's good that you have a heart for Buddha!"

"Then take off your shoes and socks and come with me!"

Ren Feiyun, who was named A Hong again, immediately took off his already worn boots, stepped barefoot into the yellow sand, and walked with Li Lang.

In this way, one master and one disciple continue to walk in the desert and rescue the victims.

With the precedent of Ahong, there were more and more followers later.

More than ten days later, Li Lang was already followed by dozens of barefoot practitioners.

Most of them are just ordinary people.

In order to prevent them from falling behind, Li Lang began to teach some introductory martial arts from Dairi Temple, and used his own field to help them guide the flow of true energy and accelerate their practice.

When Li Lang left the Browne Desert and entered the prairie managed by the Turan tribe, Master Chu Lun's name had spread here first.

Before Li Lang and others could walk barefoot into the depths of the grassland, the earth was shaking like thousands of horses galloping, and they could already hear it coming from a distance.

The leader is a girl wearing white clothes and a red scarf. She wears a tight veil, only revealing her light blue eyes.

"Is it her?" When Li Lang saw the girl, his expression did not change and his eyes remained empty.

Call!
The girl reined in the reins, looked at Li Lang and the others, and asked loudly: "But Master Chu Lun and his forty disciples?"

Li Lang didn't say anything, and Ahong said: "It's the master here!"

"Honorable Adalanti, we do not intend any offense. We just want to follow the master and listen to his teachings of Buddhism."

In the Western Regions, a group of three people can be called a tribe, and a group of ten people can be called a tribe.

A team of forty people entered the Turan tribe's pasture without permission, which can be regarded as a provocation.

The Turan tribe also has the right to execute them immediately.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you."

"You are not armed, nor are you driving your cattle, sheep and horses."

"My father, the great leader of Turan, wants to meet your Master Chulun." Adalanti said.

All eyes were focused on Li Lang.

Li Lang nodded, and then a rather luxurious carriage was sent over.

Adaranti said: "Master, please get on the carriage."

Li Lang shook his head, stepped forward, and walked towards the direction where the Turan tribe was currently stationed.

The tribal warriors who followed Adalanti looked at each other.

Although the Turan tribe has been nomadic on this grassland for a long time, their location is not fixed.

Li Lang was able to directly detect the correct location. This was indeed a trick, not just a pretense.

The grassland is so wide that as far as the eye can see, there is no end in sight.

When the cold wind blew, large undulating yellow grass blades danced in the wind.

The sky and the earth were desolate, and the snowflakes had fallen, and then they became heavier and heavier.

The disciples walking behind Li Lang, those with shallow cultivation, already had pain in their feet and it was difficult to move forward.

A Hong followed closely behind Li Lang, then turned around and scolded him.

Li Lang shook his head and pointed out.

Many lotuses bloomed at the feet of these disciples, supporting them and protecting their feet from the ice and snow.

But he himself was still stepping into the snow with his bare feet.

"He actually cares about the life and death of these disciples?" A Turan tribe cavalry who followed whispered in a low voice.

Most of the monks in the Western Regions were from noble families.

In another identity, he is still an exploiter.

Compassion for the weak is not their norm.

Adalanti looked curious and approving. She had learned swordsmanship from Yan Xilou and was recognized by some.

So she admired Li Lang's behavior very much.

With Li Lang's help, the entire team's journey accelerated.

Before heavy snow blocked the mountain pass, everyone arrived at the current camp of the Turan tribe.

This is a secret land of grassland located in a mountain col.

The sky is full of ice and snow outside, and the grass is withered and yellow.

But in the secret grassland of the mountain col, there are still green grass everywhere and herds of cattle and sheep.

The secrets in the Western Regions are not as well hidden as those in the Central Plains.

There are fewer human traces, and it is also more open to the outside world.

Appearance and dissipation depend more on God's will.

As soon as we arrived at the entrance of this secret mountain col, loud and sad singing reached everyone's ears.

Girl!

Remember that happy time.

You said your love...is deeper than the sea!

How can you bear it?

Want to hurt your lover?
You praise my singing.

Said to be a nightingale on the prairie.

It celebrates your beauty and intelligence.

This beautiful song.

Where do you look for it?
How can you bear it?

Watch my journey to death!

On the grassy slope in the distance, a young shepherd was tied to a stake. An eagle was hovering above his head, ready to come down at any time and gnaw at his flesh.

But he just stared at Adalanti, the shining pearl on the grasslands and Gobi Desert.

"What mistake did he make?" A disciple who followed Li Lang asked in a low voice.

This is a barbarian with obvious traces of a gangster, and may be regarded as a barbarian transformed into a gangster.

This situation is not uncommon in the Western Regions.

Although they are making a living in the Western Regions, they have not really fully integrated into the culture here.

A disciple of Hu origin replied: "He is using death to express his courage and woo Adalanti."

"Huh?" The barbarian with Ganren ancestry was a little confused.

"Only the bravest warriors are worthy of the most beautiful pearl in the entire Western Region."

"If he wants to show his courage, he can only feed an eagle. If he can survive under the eagle's beak for three days, he will be favored by the Khan." A barbarian knight heard the conversation and explained.

At the same time, he added: "I am not as brave as him."

"His lyrics..."

"Not that brave." The dried-blood barbarian said.

The barbarian knight said: "He is cheating and wants to take advantage of Adalanti's compassion."

"We're not going to sit back and let him succeed."

As he said this, he heard several whistles in the distance.

More eagles flew towards the young man on the wooden pile.

A swarm of eagles soared above its head. Even if it had not yet fallen, the oppressive feeling was enough to make people fearful.

Then, screams continued to come from the direction of the wooden pile.

Adalanti looked unbearable, but she didn't say a word.

According to the rules, if she stopped the eagles from attacking, she recognized the young man's 'love'.

She wants to marry him and be his wife.