After Ding Yue challenged, the youngest son of Mucheng City Lord proposed to rest first.
Everyone saw that it was already past noon, and many people were already hungry. Luo Jue saw that most of the people agreed, and Ding Yue did not object, so he immediately announced a rest.
Yan Mo saw that all the birds used to tell the time in Wucheng couldn't help but want to recommend the simple version of Wentian to them.
During the short one-hour break, the cities were undercurrents, and the reason why the cities couldn't even take a rest was naturally the advertisement that Yan Mo said.
This is the best opportunity to contact Jiuyuan, but who will take the first step
Everyone, whether they intend to make a breakthrough or just want to watch the excitement, all pay attention to Jiuyuan's every move with unbearable anguish.
During the break, Wucheng doesn't care about everyone's food and drink, and each city is responsible for its own drinking water.
Because of the short time, many people did not light a fire, and simply ate some jerky and drank a little cold water to fill their stomachs. Of course, people with high status would naturally have slaves to serve them. It would be more convenient if there were fire control fighters by their side.
Yan Mo had ready-made cooked food in his pocket, but he still asked Yuan Zhan to build a firepit, and took out a piece of raw meat that had been washed and peeled for everyone to roast on the spot. Huo Yuntian took the initiative to light the fire, and Er Meng asked Yan Mo for condiments. Play with Lamo Ling to brush meat. The middle-aged slave wanted to work but there was not much work for him. He found that the Jiuyuan people, no matter the leader priest or the warrior god servant, were used to doing it themselves.
Lamo listened to the middle-aged slave sweating anxiously, afraid that he would be useless, so he asked him to get a bucket of water.
Yan Mo took out a big wooden bucket for him, and the slave finally laughed, and quickly ran to fetch water with the wooden bucket in hand.
Yuan Zhan used a small bone knife to cut a series of openings on the raw meat, so that it was convenient to apply seasoning.
Yan Mo took out the dishes and distributed them to everyone, and made a little sweet condiment with brown sugar made from bee milk and sweet stalks, which was slightly heavier. No way, his livestock like it.
Yuan Zhan glanced at the dish of dipping sauce, and smiled from the corners of his eyes. Since brown sugar appeared in Jiuyuan, many people have become obsessed with sweets. He is not particularly obsessed with it, but occasionally he wants to change the taste.
"I haven't found any chili peppers yet. When you find similar condiments, I promise you won't be able to stop eating them!" Yan Mo salivated, missing the spicy taste very much.
Ermeng begged for condiments and threw them to La Moling, sitting there wanting to eat ready-made ones.
La Moling cut some meat slices with a knife and grilled them on a skewer, sprinkled a handful of cumin on it, and an extremely tempting aroma spread like this.
Many people couldn't help looking in the direction of Jiuyuan's seat, and many people sniffed their noses and asked what it smelled like.
La Moling acted as if she didn't want to make it easier for others, so she placed the seasoning wooden box in front of her, brushed with oil, sprinkled with fried salt, and sprinkled a little cumin powder.
"Gudong." I don't know how many people began to swallow.
La Moling shook his head and sniffed the aroma of barbecue intoxicatedly, "Greedy, greedy, it's not for you to drool."
Yuan Zhan cut off the first cooked layer on the surface, dipped it in the sweetener and ate it, and found it delicious, so he peeled off a few slices of the dipping sauce and fed it to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo took a few mouthfuls and let him eat by himself, he wanted to eat the cumin flavor even more.
Ermeng murmured to Huo Yuntian, saying that the priest was eccentric, and how good the things made by the priest were, but the one who ate the most was the leader.
"Shut up, I'll get you something to eat, and there's so much nonsense!" Yan Mo grabbed a hawthorn and threw it on his forehead.
Er grabbed the hawthorn that fell from his head and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, then hugged La Moling's waist and pretended to cry, and ate the sliced meat that La Moling had just grilled.
La Moling grabbed his thief's paw and comforted him with a half-smile: "Don't cry, your eyes will fall out."
Er Meng pushed him away in fright, covered his eyes and anxiously asked Yan Mo to show him, and sneaked food by the way.
Yuan Zhan kicked him away and said, "If you want to eat, bake yourself!"
Er Meng was disgusted by everyone, so he had to honestly cut up the meat.
Huo Yuntian smiled, he liked the atmosphere of Jiuyuan people very much, it was natural, harmonious and relaxed, much better than he expected.
Yan Mo handed Huo Yuntian a plate and a bone knife, "You can cut the meat and eat it yourself, don't be shy, these are all edible, if you are polite, don't even think about eating anything. "
Huo Yuntian didn't intend to be polite, he was just used to letting the strong eat first and the weak last, and now he is obviously the weak no matter whether he is in Huocheng or Jiuyuan.
"What kind of stone is this? Why is it so...?" Huo Yuntian carefully held the porcelain plate, not knowing what words to use to describe it. He can only be sure that this is not made of pottery or Yuanjing, but more like some kind of precious material in between.
Yan Mo smiled, "Isn't it good-looking? This is porcelain, a specialty of Jiuyuan."
When the middle-aged slave came back from fetching water, Huo Yuntian saw that Er Meng gave him one of his exquisite porcelain plates and cut a piece of meat for him, his heart was extremely shocked.
The middle-aged slave even shook his hands and knelt on the ground to thank him for the reward. Poor Ermeng was stunned for a moment, and patted the slave on the back for the last time. He didn't say anything and just let him sit and eat. When he finished eating, he cut another piece for him, just to take care of the newcomer.
Yan Mo and the others are used to this, but in the eyes of others, the fact that Jiuyuan chief priests and slaves eat together is proof of savages, and only savages are so indiscriminate.
Originally, there were many people who were extremely jealous when they smelled the aroma of barbecue in Jiuyuan. Now, as if they had found a reason, they were all expressing their opinions loudly. All comments came out, and most of them were contemptuous and disdainful.
It's a pity that the Jiuyuan people didn't respond to this, even Huo Yuntian, who had just joined, quickly integrated into the atmosphere of Jiuyuan, and the middle-aged slave ate while crying, crying happily and eating without slowing down.
The curse witch sat in Wucheng for a while and couldn't sit still. His apprentice's barbecue and seasoning methods are first-class, and his mouth has long been fed by Jiuyuan's endless delicacies in the past few years. How can he bear to live in Wucheng? Only salty and fishy grilled fish.
The witch squeezed a place next to the apprentice, Yan Mo saw him coming, and immediately took out another stack of thin pancakes that were still steaming.
"Master, you are getting old, you can't just eat meat, let's eat it in a roll, with some vegetables." Yan Mo said and took out some wild vegetables and other things that had been cleaned.
The curse witch is happy to be served by his apprentice, and even shows off by visiting other priests in Wucheng.
The other priests didn't know what was going on in their minds, but the expressions on the witch's face were not very good, and the strength of biting the grilled meat and grilled fish became stronger and stronger.
"Little Silent Witch, what are you eating, why is it so delicious?" The first person who couldn't help but sway over came.
The curse witch despised him, "Don't be so thick-skinned, number one warrior! If you want something to eat, you can exchange it."
Yan Mo retracted the dish that he had stretched out, and looked at Feishan with a smile, with a face that I listened to my master's cuteness.
Feishan Qile took out a handful of nuts, "Do you want to eat?"
Yan Mo saw that the nut looked like a melon seed, and immediately asked: "Is this the seed of a large yellow flower with a disc? This kind of flower also likes to face the sun?"
"What? You also have this kind of flower in Jiuyuan? I thought it was only available in our Wucheng. No, to be correct, it is only available to the giant race. They have a lot of this kind of flower there, and they regard it as the follower of the father god. But they don't like this sunflower seed, it's too small, they can't taste it, the whole Wucheng, probably I like it better." Fei Shan sat down in the vacant seat vacated by Yuan Zhan.
Yan Mo took the melon seeds and stuffed them all into his pocket. He thought that all the food Feishan ate was fried, but when he took them, he found that they were all raw.
Yuan Zhan handed Fei Shan a plate of sliced meat.
Thank you Feishan.
"Send some of your fish over later." Yuan Zhan saw that Yan Mo was very interested in the sea fish that the people of Wucheng ate.
"Okay!" Fei Shan was equally surprised when he saw the porcelain plate, "Is this a bone vessel? No, this is..."
"Porcelain." Yuan Zhan only said two words without further introduction, "Does Tucheng have a way to send news back quickly?"
Fei Shan stuffed a slice of meat, and was fascinated by the special aroma. Hearing this, he swallowed the slice of barbecued meat and said with a smile, "Are you worried that Tucheng will call people to deal with Jiuyuan first?"
Yuan Zhan admitted frankly, "Yes."
"Don't worry, they don't dare. If they really do this, they are planning to make enemies of the other eight cities. The Nine Cities Gathering stipulates that the tribal leaders and high priests must come, and in order to win the competition, everyone will put the most powerful In order to prevent each other from attacking hostile forces when the other party participates in the Nine Cities gathering, Nine Cities has already set various rules."
Fei Shan paused and grabbed a piece of meat, "Besides, what's the use of them secretly attacking Jiuyuan, as long as they don't kill you, aren't they afraid of your revenge? This barbecue tastes really good, how much did you bring? I'll take something Change with you."
"Isn't there a trading market after the party, come back then." The curse witch clearly didn't want to take advantage of Feishan.
Fei Shan had no choice but to cut off a large plate full of meat slices quickly, picked it up and ran away, "I'll give it to Wu Xiang to taste, and I'll send you a basket of sea fish later."
Feishan's actions seemed to give other people a signal or courage
Yan Mo and the others were exchanging feelings with the two newcomers, and someone came over again.
"Goddess who rules life, the smell of your barbecue makes everyone hungry." The third priest of Mucheng walked over with three soldiers.
"Sit." Yuan Zhan seemed to have expected that someone would find him, and motioned for Er Meng to get out of his seat.
Yan Mo smiled secretly at Yuan Zhan: Look, it's open.
Yuan Zhan squeezed his thigh.
Cong Sheng took three soldiers and sat cross-legged between Er Meng and La Mo Ling. The youngest of the three soldiers he brought was looking at Yuan Zhan and the others curiously, and the one who watched the most was Yan Mo.
Yan Mo had almost finished eating, and he personally peeled the meat slices and passed them to the four of Cong Sheng, then asked with a smile: "Everyone, besides the barbecue, do you still want me to help you break through?"
Cong Sheng was not ashamed or annoyed when his real purpose was revealed, and said with a smile: "Our wooden city has always disliked disputes, and its combat effectiveness is also much weaker than other upper cities."
The curse witch sneered, "It's very weak. Wu, air, water, fire, and wood, the top five rankings have not changed for many years. In order to make friends with you, Tucheng insisted on marrying the young and beautiful princess to your The eldest prince who can only lie down and cannot walk."
"Don't talk about my elder brother like that!" The youngest fighter in Mucheng jumped up, "If it wasn't for the injury, my elder brother would be the most powerful fighter in Mucheng!"
"Mu Xiao, sit down!" Cong Sheng shouted.
The boy named Mu Xiao sat down unwillingly, but as soon as his butt fell to the ground, he asked Yan Mo eagerly: "Little Priest of Jiuyuan, if you can cure the soldier in Huocheng, then you will be able to cure him." Is my brother right? If you can make my brother…”
"Mu Xiao!" Cong Sheng was helpless, "If you interrupt again, go back, I told you just now that I don't want you to come!"
Mu Xiao pouted, and the soldier next to him smiled and rubbed his head.
Cong Sheng was disrupted by his little prince, patted his face in distress, and said sincerely to Yan Mo: "You heard it too, I am a healing priest myself, but just like I can't be optimistic about Huo Yuntian, I can't let our His Highness the First Prince stands up. Lord Mo Wu, our First Prince cannot be loyal to you, but as long as you can cure him, we are willing to exchange you for an eighth-level fighter."
The bearded warrior beside Congsheng thumped his chest, "I, the mallet, is an eighth-level wood control warrior, but I can only control one kind of plant, which is the wooden spear tree."
Yuan Zhan whispered to Yan Mo: "The wooden spear tree is the tree used by the Yuanji tribe to make wooden spears. It is quite hard. If it is old wood, it is harder than the granite you mentioned."
Yan Mo asked the mallet, "What can you do with a wooden spear tree?"
The mallet replied furiously: "I can make my body as hard as a wooden spear. I can easily make the wooden spear trees grow, break off, and become real wooden spears, and I can also make them into rams. I Its strength is great, and it can hold the thickest wooden spear tree and charge."
"Will Mucheng exchange you for the treatment opportunity of the eldest prince, are you willing? Don't lie to me, you can't hide it from me."
The mallet beat his chest hard, and said loudly: "My mallet never tells lies! I am willing to make an exchange, you let me swear with my battle spirit now!"
Yan Mo nodded, and said to Cong Sheng: "I need to meet your eldest prince first, you bring him here."
"Okay, after the party." Cong Sheng and Mu Xiao all had smiles on their faces, even the gavels that were exchanged.
Cong Sheng cleared his throat, "I heard that Zhan Boss seems to be related to the Longevity Wood Clan?"
Yuan Zhan raised his eyebrows, "What did people from Yincheng say?"
Cong Sheng didn't deny it, he observed Yuan Zhan carefully, and said: "If the leader of Zhan is related to the Longevity Wood Clan, then we are not outsiders."
I don't know if it was because of Yuan Zhan's high level, but he couldn't see or feel whether this person's blood was related to the Changmumu clan.
When Yan Mo was at Niaoping, he felt that Mucheng and Shuicheng were not so much here to snatch the fruit of witch luck, but more like they were here to make trouble for Fire City, Dark City, and Tucheng. It turned out that it was not his illusion.
Cong Sheng sighed, "It's just that our Wood City has not been in touch with the Longevity Wood Clan for a long time, and they now very much reject humans from entering their territory."
"So, there are Longevity Wood Clan near your wooden city?"
Cong Sheng nodded, "There is a stretch of high mountains near our wooden city, and the soil is red. We call it the Red Mountain Forest, and there lives a Song tribe of the Longevity Wood Clan."
Yan Mo asked about the situation of the Song Clan, Cong Sheng didn't hide much, and briefly mentioned what he knew.
Cong Sheng looked at Yuan Zhan and said with a very low profile: "Chief Zhan, we in Mucheng want to invite you to Mucheng after the party in Jiucheng. I don't know you..."
Yuan Zhanxin thought that my mixed blood of the Longevity Wood Clan was fake, and I was really right next to me. This is the descendant of the mixed blood that the old Sama of the Maple Clan admitted. Every time I saw Mo go to visit him, I was so happy, But I could only wait in the fringes, and was bullied by those Maple people.
"If you want to use me to reestablish ties with the Longevity Pine Clan, then you're looking for the wrong person." Yuan Zhan told the truth, but he didn't have the kindness to tell Cong Sheng that his priest was a real wood hybrid.
Congsheng laughed, "We have a lot of good things in Mucheng. Although this meeting brought some, but not all of them. I heard that Jiuyuan also has a lot of treasures. Doesn't Jiuyuan want to go to my wooden city? Maybe we have something It's what you want."
Yan Mo was full of interest in Mucheng, so he pulled Yuan Zhan, and agreed immediately: "Okay, after the party, if we are not busy, I will go to Mucheng with you."
"That's great." Cong Sheng looked at the young priest on the opposite side more and more pleasing to his eyes, thinking that he really is a simple and honest boy, completely ignoring Yan Mo's previous deceitful behavior, "I have another suggestion."
Yan Mo was in a good mood, "Let's listen."
"This one is my wooden city's ninth-level peak fighter, Pine Needle."
Song saluted Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan, who had a gentle smile and a deep dimple at the corner of his mouth.
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan immediately had a good impression of this man.
"To be honest, we don't know anything about Dingyue, but with you Jiuyuan in front, we don't dare to ignore this new force. Songzhen is the number one expert in my wooden city except for one person, but that person is old. Now I don’t make a move easily, and I didn’t follow.” Cong Sheng sighed again, “I’m not afraid of your jokes, we really don’t want to lose to a new tribe that just emerged, if possible, we would like to ask Master Mo Wu to help Song Needle break through to ten class."
Yan Mo tapped his fingers on his knees.
Cong Sheng immediately said: "Of course, we know your request, but we really can't lose the pine needles. Do you think there is any other way to exchange?"
"Three nine-level wood control fighters, one of them must be able to control poisonous plants." The witch made a condition on behalf of the apprentice.
Cong Sheng had a headache and hurriedly said, "Three are too many, we can only exchange one for one."
"Then there is nothing to say." The curse witch said that he turned his face and turned his face.
Cong Sheng looked at Yan Mo pitifully.
Yan Mo spread his hands at him, but said honestly: "He is my master, and I will obey him."
Yuan Zhan also smiled: "Master Curse Wu has a high status in our Jiuyuan, even if I am the leader, I still have to listen to his old man's opinion."
Cong Sheng gritted his teeth, "Two, up to two!"
The curse witch snorted coldly, and did not budge an inch: "Three, I can't do without one."
Cong Sheng was about to cry, "Master Curse Wu, we don't have many blood warriors at the ninth level in Mucheng, okay?"
"How many tenth-level fighters are there in Jiucheng? How many ninth-level fighters can beat a tenth-level fighter? If you leave one, my apprentice will lose a tenth-level fighter. Don't say three for one, ten for one." , My apprentice is also at a loss!"
Cong Sheng hugged his head, "Two ninth-level, plus three ninth-level Yuanjing."
Curse Witch: "Go away!"
Wooden Xiao was about to jump up again, but was held down by the pine needles covering his mouth.
Cong Sheng might be in a real embarrassment, his eyebrows were almost drawn to the corners of his mouth.
Yan Mo still wanted to establish diplomatic relations with Mucheng, and he didn't want to trick him too much, so he tugged on the hem of Curse Wu's clothes, and called naively: "Master..."
The curse witch rolled his eyes, and reluctantly took a step back, "Two ninth-level, one eighth-level peak, swear allegiance to my apprentice for thirty years, not less than a day!"
Cong Sheng was afraid that he would regret it, and hurriedly shouted: "Okay! That's the deal!"
Although the three top masters are gone just like that, as the witch said, no number of nines can be exchanged for one tenth level! The most important thing is that they urgently need a tenth-level fighter to help them win the challenge. Besides, those three fighters have followed Jiuyuan forever, not just thirty years? They won't lose money on this deal.
Cong Sheng was anxious, "Then start breaking through now? Do you want to make any preparations?"
Yan Mo saw that there was not much time, so he simply said: "Call the three soldiers who are going to be exchanged with us. As long as I like them and they swear, I will do it."
"Okay!" Cong Sheng quickly turned back to the wooden city, and the two left behind, the pine needle and the mallet, and the wooden owl who didn't want to leave was dragged away by Cong Sheng.
Although few people could hear the transaction between Mucheng and Jiuyuan, everyone saw Mucheng's actions.
Almost everyone thought of what Mucheng was doing.
The Dingyue people didn't react much, as if they didn't know what the tenth level meant.
And Mucheng's actions also caused commotion in other upper cities, many city lords and priests were discussing something in secret.
Tucheng Wuyan secretly looked at Yan Mo, with extreme fanaticism and yearning flashing in his eyes, but he told himself: not now, he can't just pass by like this, Snake Gall is too ambitious, the city owner has been bewitched by Snake Gall, he must be optimistic about Snake Gall, wait He seized the handle of the snake gall, and it would not be too late to go to the Lord Mo Wu who is favored by the gods!