Although he is interested in Mei Changxi.
However, Li Wuyou hasn't made up his mind for the time being, who should take it away.
After all, Mei Changxi is excellent in martial arts, but he is still incomplete.
Li Wuyou didn't know if a eunuch would affect his practice of the Diamond Sutra.
He still needs to think about it.
Or, find someone else.
There is no need to worry about this matter.
There is less than a year to prepare.
The most urgent task is to get rid of Sang Boyun's matter first.
The genius hope of the Witch Gu faction.
next morning.
Sunshine flooded the entire southern Xinjiang rainforest again.
The soldiers of Zhennan Palace woke up one after another, packed up their chariots and horses, and started on their way.
And Li Wuyou, who had treated Liu Tianming obediently, also had a new treatment.
He was in a separate carriage.
No one bothered.
Following the convoy, they slowly drove towards the depths of the southern border jungle.
This kind of time passes quickly.
It was two days in a blink of an eye.
And as it got deeper and deeper into the southern border jungle, the surrounding situation gradually changed.
The dense, lush, and wild feeling of the jungle began to gradually weaken.
But gradually began to appear popular.
There are also some southern border tribes appearing in the surrounding area.
Some of them live in wooden houses of old trees, connected to the ground by soft ladders.
It should be the leader of the tribe, or a higher clan.
Most people live directly on the ground, without a house, only a hole in the soil, or a hole in a tree.
Clothes are mostly ragged.
It's like entering a super slum.
As a closed world, compared with the Central Plains of the Great Zhou Dynasty, this place is really backward.
However, as it gets deeper and deeper, the situation inside is actually stronger than the outside.
The number of tree houses is increasing.
The state, complexion, etc. of those tribal people are getting better and better.
At first glance, there is no shortage of food.
Moreover, many people have practiced martial arts.
While Li Wuyou was casually observing these southern borders, the convoy of Zhennan Palace gradually stopped.
He looked up and looked forward.
I saw that there is a rare mountain here.
The reason why it is said to be rare is that there are almost no mountains in the entire territory of 100,000 in southern Xinjiang.
Not even hills.
They are all endless jungles of thorns.
And this mountain peak seems to stand out from the crowd.
Woohoo!
As the convoy of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion gradually stopped, a low-pitched horn sounded from the mountain.
Gradually, a group of southern Xinjiang tribesmen wearing uniform black clothes and bone chains around their necks swarmed out from inside.
They all held what looked like javelins in their hands.
The gun head is made of metal.
It's also pretty good.
However, compared with the soldiers and equipment of the Zhennan Army, they are very different.
"Welcome, my most honored guests."
These people were divided into two teams, leaving a broad road in the middle.
An elderly man walked out with a cane with unknown bones.
Look respectful.
"Great Priest, long time no see."
Liu Tianming also quickly got off the carriage.
He and this high priest seemed to be very familiar, the two hit it off immediately, and chatted acquaintedly.
"Sang Boyun, where is the genius of witchcraft?"
Li Wuyou didn't care about the conversation between the two, and he didn't want to care at all.
He just wanted to finish killing Sang Boyun as soon as possible.
Then go to get the secret treasure of Ghost Valley.
Li Wuyou was waiting in the car.
After about half an hour, Liu Tianming had finished talking with the great priest, and the two of them walked towards the mountain peak together.
Afterwards, the commercial convoys of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion also headed inward one after another.
Li Wuyou naturally followed the caravan.
The road to this mountain peak is flat.
Even a convoy with heavy cargo is not strenuous.
Soon, the convoy arrived at the designated location.
Someone started loading and unloading the cargo.
And Liu Tianming also came to the carriage where Li Wuyou was. He cupped his hands and said respectfully,
"Young man, I have already made an agreement with the chief priest of the Wugu Sect. Tonight, when the goods transaction is over, they will hold a grand party to celebrate."
"At that time, Sang Boyun, the young genius of the witchcraft faction, will appear as the master."
"Um."
Li Wuyou nodded slightly, and then glanced at the soldiers of the Zhennan Palace around him.
It was clear what he meant.
Liu Tianming knew what he was thinking.
Kill Sang Boyun.
And once Sang Boyun was killed, the Witch Gu faction would never let it go.
Whether they dare to target Zhennan Palace is not sure.
But it is inevitable that all the soldiers involved in the transaction will be killed.
To vent anger.
"I just hope that the young man can take the old man away when the time comes. The old man promises that he will hand over the secret of Guigumen."
Knowing Li Wuyou's gesture, Liu Tianming bowed slightly to express his opinion.
These soldiers, in his eyes, are not that important at all.
"good."
Li Wuyou nodded.
"Thank you."
Liu Tianming showed respect, but retreated again.
After a while, Li Wuyou was sent to a special place together with these soldiers.
It is a luxurious wooden house.
It was not built on a mountain, but on some rocks.
Li Wuyou's identity seemed quite special, and he had received special instructions from Liu Tianming, so he lived alone.
In order to show their respect, the witches and Gu faction specially sent two young and beautiful southern Xinjiang maids.
She looks about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The life is exquisite and clear.
The figure is also slender and slender.
"Just wait outside the door."
Li Wuyou was not interested in them, and directly drove them out.
He crossed his knees and closed his eyes.
Meditate and rest.
And, prepare for the next killing.
…
time flies.
The transfer of goods between the Witch Gu faction and the Zhennan Prince's Mansion went smoothly.
Obviously, both parties have already carried out this kind of exchange many times, and practice makes perfect.
It was not evening yet.
Li Wuyou saw that on a clearing on the side of the mountain, people from the Wugu tribe began to get busy.
They are raising a bonfire.
There are also many people who are slaughtering cattle and sheep here.
It was a lively situation.
And the soldiers who escorted the goods all had excited faces and scorching eyes.
They have all been here many times.
After a long journey all the way, some rest is definitely what everyone is looking forward to.
And more importantly, here, they were treated as honored guests by the Southern Xinjiang Wugu faction, so...
Every time this kind of celebration, basically there will be many young women from southern Xinjiang, come to serve.
They can choose any girl they like.
Then, take it home to enjoy at night.
This is an unwritten agreement reached by both parties.
Therefore, these soldiers are already a little impatient and eager to try.
"Enjoy this last song and dance."
"When I kill Sang Boyun, everything you have will become a dream!"
Li Wuyou looked at this scene and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Eerie, full-bodied.
do not know why.
He grew fond of killing.
I also like this kind of feeling of destroying other people's beauty and hope.
When did it start
Perhaps, from the moment he was tortured by sepsis, he had this addiction.
After all, he was gifted, but tortured.
And those ordinary people, who are mediocre, have health.
He's out of balance...
"It should be killed!"