The temptation of the wizard

But the host Zhu found that he was also very suitable for the scimitar fighting style, because the body's flexibility is amazing, even if there is only a little space, he can change all kinds of incredible postures, as stunning and smooth as a wild horse, unfettered, and more than swordsmanship. Kind of spicy.

Climbing the mountains, crossing the river, climbing the cliff, crossing the abyss... The thin maiden has never moved forward, her footsteps are always firm.

The sprite saw it and swore to rape; the succubus saw it, struggling to find its way; the sprite saw it, and fled in panic.

Killed the flower demon in the forest, killed the fish demon on the lake, slept in the pile of bones, and made friends in the demon cave.

The rain and dew have soaked the white shirt and red dress time and time again, the branches have messed up the hair time and time again, the thunder in the valley is like the wrath of the gods, the cold wind on the snow-capped mountains is violent like a knife, but the maiden is always cold and jade, and the beautiful eyes are more distant. The brilliant night sky like a star.

After more than a month, Zhu Yuntai looked around, and the snow-capped mountains traversed the sky in the distance.

All the peaks are white from the mountainside and connected with white clouds.

The sun was so fierce that it dazzled people's eyes, and the Yuntai wore a brim hat, which was temporarily woven from red maple leaves.

The calf said with a smile: "You really like red, piggy, you don't want any green leaves that can be picked at your fingertips, but you have to climb the mountain to pick the maple leaves, the girl's heart exploded!"

I wish Yuntai didn't bother to explain to her what a terrible curse the "green hat" was, and was speechless.

After traveling for another three days, I found that the vegetation was much sparse, and there were many snow-capped mountains and lakes on the road, like pearls inlaid on the ground.

If you want to come, Xueyuan and the holy temple are between these mountains, but An Zhen doesn't know the specific location. He was confused when he entered and exited Xueyuan. Anyway, he felt that the surrounding mountains and rivers were all the same, and it was really difficult to identify.

The epidemic calf also flew up high to take a look, but he couldn't see far. The peaks were either covered by clouds or mist, or the sun was scorching, and the space was as psychedelic as a sparkling lake.

I wish Yuntaiquan was a tourist, admiring the lake and mountains along the way, and occasionally wandering in the clear lake, relaxing and trembling.

In the early morning of September 23, I wish Yuntai once again climbed high and looked far away. Suddenly, I saw a group of horses and carts slowly moving at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

When I got closer, I realized that there should be two teams. In front of them was a pack-carrying team of camels and horses. Only on the front cart was an uncle Hu stubble, and the end of the team followed dozens of miles away. Travelers of different skin colors are dressed quite gorgeously, with several flags erected, not like a security guard.

When the witch walked towards the uncle on the cart, the other party also saw "her", and she was surprised and pulled the horse with a "call".

The witch walked to the cart, took off her hat, and composed the compilation: "The witch in Xia Nanjiang wishes Yuntai and wants to make a pilgrimage to the Xueyuan Ancestral Temple. May I ask if you are from Xueyuan?"

Uncle Hu Zhu looked rather sloppy, but his aura was restrained and his eyes were refined, he smiled and looked at the witch, and said: "Are you from the eastern part of southern Xinjiang? Have gone through eight hundred miles of wildness?" The Central Plains dialect is an unexpected standard.

I wish Yuntai nodded.

The uncle moved his position, took a sheepskin cushion beside him, and said, "Sit down."

Yuntai got on the cart generously, and the uncle continued: "My name is Di Lengba. Everyone in Xueyuan calls me Uncle Ba. I am responsible for going to Qunu City or Spitfire Country to buy. You are lucky to meet me. "

To the west of Tianjiang are countries such as spitting fire, Jialou, and donating drugs. Daxia calls them the kingdoms of Xiyi, and west of Xiyi is Taixi. Li Hongdou also went to the world two hundred years ago. Taixi, the Central Plains still has the story of "Li Hongdou making trouble in Taixi".

Going from Tianjiang to Xiyi is naturally much closer than going to Xiliang or the eastern part of southern Xinjiang. It is not strange to go to Xiyi to buy and buy. What is strange is the team that follows.

Zhu Yuntai only looked at the back, Di Lengba understood, picked up the cowhide bag and took a sip of wine before saying, "That's the person who followed in Qunu City. There are the princes, shamans, and priests of Taixi. , They said they would go to Xueyuan and the Wumen Alliance to deal with Daxia together, I couldn't beat them, so I had to let them follow."

Yuntai was relieved, and Uncle Ba resumed his horse forward, and the camels and horses behind followed by themselves.

After walking for a while, Di Lengba said again: "I remember that there will be five years before the maiden pilgrimage. At that time, the elders of the temple will go to southern Xinjiang to lead the maiden. You can't wait even these five years. Do you still come here?"

Shaqima once said that the witches of southern Xinjiang made a pilgrimage once in 30 years. Now it has been 55 years since she and the witch have made a pilgrimage. The next pilgrimage will indeed be five years later.

Yuntai replied: "I really can't wait."

Di Lengba: "But come along the Huofengshan, Jiuqu River, and Tianlei Valley?"

As soon as Yuntai heard it, he guessed that it was mostly a relatively safe or quick route explored by the holy temples. You said frankly: "I don't know these places."

Di Lengba was surprised, "You came here recklessly?"

The witch suddenly realized that she was stupid, and her pretty face blushed.

Chapter 212

Di Lengba’s cargo team has more than 60 horses and camels, and most of the goods they carry are tobacco, alcohol, tea oil and iron daily necessities, which are naturally not produced by Xueyuan.

He is one of Xueyuan's six purchasers. He travels back and forth between Tianjiang and Xiyi every two months. He takes Xueyuan's handicrafts and medicinal materials out and returns for daily necessities.

But this is the last trip of the year, because the winter in Xueyuan comes early and long, and once it starts to snow, it is difficult to carry goods.

The cart walked slowly on the wasteland, and stopped by a lake when the sun was about to set. Dilempa quickly unloaded the goods and let the livestock go to the puddles to graze.

There was a simple stone house by the lake, which also stored some forage and bean feed. Di Lengba made some food for the livestock before he could make his own food-a simple boiled batter.

The flour is very rough, and the taste of the batter is really not very good, but I wish Yuntai will also be satisfied, after all, I have eaten wild vegetables and tree roots for more than a month.

The temperature dropped quickly after dark, and the cold wind howled. Di Lengba and Zhu Yuntai were warming up in the stone house. They were comfortable, but they saw a big man with a pigtail hair come to the front of the house and shouted: "Mr. Di, Your Royal Highness hopes Buy you some bean feed for horses, our horses are too hungry to walk."

Di Lengba waved: "Don't buy it."

The big man was angry and looked at the bean materials piled in the house and said, "You still have so many bean materials, do you leave them to feed the mice?"

Di Lengba: "This is a rest stop shared by our Xueyuan purchasers. In two or three days, my brother will also pass through here. These beans are all left to him."

The big man was so angry that he screamed for a while before he said, "Your room is very big. Please allow our shaman and priest to come here to rest."

"No, didn't you see that I have a distinguished maiden guest here? The stone house is reserved for the maiden. I will sleep outside the house for a while, let alone think about it."

The people of Xueyuan naturally respect the shrine maiden, but Zhu Yuntai feels a little embarrassed, because he is a man, in fact, there is no need to be so taboo, but the attitude of the uncle seems to be deliberately angry with those trailing dogs, so he doesn’t say much. , I was eating butter tea in my spare time.

The big man looked at Zhuyuntai carefully, his eyes lit up, and he was quite surprised. He patted his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly: "Prince Darwu of the Golden Wheel Kingdom Hauge has seen the noble Miko."

I wish Yuntai didn't care about wars, but I also knew that Jinlun Kingdom was the country that Baiman King announced last year, which shocked the Daxia Dynasty.

Yuntai just looked up and said indifferently, "Hello."

Darwu came again and said in a solemn voice: "Your Excellency Miko, we Jinlun Kingdom and Taixi Great Light Sect have come together and sincerely invite Wumen to join the Faxia Alliance. I believe that we will be an alliance soon, looking at the future alliance. For the sake of this, I also ask the Lord Miko to allow shamans and priests to rest in the stone house. I believe you will have many topics in common."

The witch did not even look up this time, and replied, "I refuse."

Di Lengba smiled and drank the wine, he found this witch is really interesting.

Darwu exploded in anger and hummed heavily before turning to leave.

Di Lengba smiled and said: "If this alliance is completed, you will offend the allies of the holy temple. If it fails, you will at least offend Prince Hauge of Jinlun Country, which is not worthwhile."

Witch: "I have offended many people, they are nothing."

Di Lengba was stunned, and tentatively said: "For example?"

The witch did not answer, but smiled mysteriously, and Di Lengba suddenly panicked.

On the other side, Darwu returned to the camp, and everyone in the account was angry.

Prince Haug is an eight-foot man with a pigtail haircut on his head. He has wheat-colored skin, a rugged face and sharp eyes, like a dormant lion, which seems to be a fatal blow at any time.