Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2341 Fu Yuejun is Jin Yanzhi's faith struggling in the dark.

The ancient mountains, rolling up and down.

Since the beginning of the world, for tens of millions of years, the world has been full of vicissitudes, the northern border has become colder, the western region has become sand, and the sea level in the east has risen year by year. I don’t know how many reef islands have been submerged forever.

In the world, only the [-] mountains in southern Xinjiang have not changed a single bit for thousands of years, as if the ruthless years have had no effect on the [-] mountains in southern Xinjiang.

Today, the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang live in the northern periphery of the [-] Mountains in southern Xinjiang. So far, these five ethnic groups have multiplied for at least ten thousand years. Not much stronger.

Among the five ethnic groups, the Zhuang ethnic group has the largest population and the Tu ethnic group has the largest land area. Although the Miao ethnic group is not as numerous as the Zhuang ethnic group, the Miao ethnic group is well-known all over the world for their ancient witchcraft and poisonous art. The overall strength is far better than that of the Zhuang people.

Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao left the city, and were soon found by Xue Gu and Sang Ling.

"He's gone?" Fu Yuejun only saw Xue Gu and Sang Ling, and his voice became hoarse. It seemed that time had taken away the original crisp spirit, and now only the vicissitudes and coldness are left, like the soul that pierces everything. Razor.

Xue Gu didn't speak, but it was already acquiescence.

Fu Yuejun tilted her head to look at Xue Gu, her eyes were bloodthirsty red, so deep that she couldn't see any ripples of emotion, standing here now, she just felt empty in her heart.

She and Jin Yanzhi had been separated for nearly six years, and she could clearly see the time passing between the two of them, and the time passed by, and it would be a pity to meet again.

The two of them are counting every day, constantly searching in this world, and the world is dark in their eyes.

And Fu Yuejun is Jin Yanzhi's faith struggling in the dark.

Similarly, the cinnabar he left in Fu Yuejun's heart has not melted for many years.

But ill-fated.

Fu Yuejun regretted it more than once. When she was the princess of the capital, she was proud and confident, as if the whole world couldn't get her eyes, and she took him by her side, confident that she could protect him.

Now, she is no longer so angry.

After adjusting their emotions, several people set off.

Under the leadership of Sang Ling, the group turned to the south and continued to fly at low altitude, bypassing the territory of the Li nationality and entering the territory of the western Miao nationality.

In the afternoon, everyone saw a mountain that was much higher than the surrounding ordinary mountains. Sang Ling pointed and said with a smile: "In front is Jiuli Mountain, which is the core of our eighteen Miao villages."

When everyone heard that they had finally arrived, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Even though they were all cultivators, they were exhausted after such a continuous journey and had to beware of the beast monsters in the southern border. Everyone felt very tired.

From a distance, you can see that from the east and south of the tall Jiuli, from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, there are many wooden houses scattered in an orderly manner.

These houses, whether in style or materials, are all adapted to local conditions, which are quite different from the houses carved with dragons and phoenixes, hexagonal cornices, and red bricks and gold tiles.

Everyone fell outside the mountain gate, and they could see Miao residents in light green and dark red clothes coming in and out from time to time.

Many people saw this large group of people coming from a distance, and took a closer look. The colorful and beautiful girl walking in the front was none other than their saint Sang Ling of the Miao nationality. Talking non-stop.

Sang Ling was passed down from the Yi nationality, but only Fu Yuejun and the others knew about it, and everyone thought that Sang Ling was from the Miao nationality.

(End of this chapter)