In order to look more realistic, Lin Jiusheng slapped himself on the body.
His face looked paler, and it seemed that he was very weak now.
In order to fear that Lin Jiusheng would be exposed, Bai Ling made some hands and feet on his face, and his face completely changed.
I'm afraid it is the closest person who can't recognize who he is.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the tribe, Lin Jiusheng fell to the ground with a "bang", his aura became much weaker.
Just when he fell to the ground, there was a sound of footsteps, Lin Jiusheng squinted his eyes and watched the two people slowly walk towards him.
When he came to Lin Jiusheng, he looked carefully for a while, put his hand under Lin Jiusheng's nose, and carefully checked his breath.
Then he dragged him into the tribe, and Lin Jiusheng spoke weakly: "Water! Water!"
After listening to his words, after a while, a broken bowl was placed beside his mouth.
Because of his appearance, many people walked towards him, pointing to Lin Jiusheng one by one.
With Bai Ling's memory, Lin Jiusheng could understand the words of these people.
"Boss." A voice rang.
Lin Jiusheng looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a middle-aged man approaching.
Lin Jiusheng is no stranger to this middle-aged man. He has chased himself all the way.
Seeing him coming, Lin Jiusheng felt a little uneasy, if he was recognized, it would be really unlucky.
Lin Jiusheng's heart was relieved that the middle-aged man walked up to him, took a look, then looked away, and spoke softly to the two people around him.
"Chief, looking at this person, I am afraid it is a refugee," said a young young man.
For this kind of situation, they are not uncommon.
Although the Northern Wilderness is a barren land, there are tens of thousands of tribes, each of which is large and small.
Like their tribes belong to the lower-middle level tribes, there are also large tribes with tens of thousands of people, and small tribes with hundreds of people.
As long as there are tribes that can't hand over people, or there are not enough people, they will be killed by big families or sects in the south.
For the big families and sects in the south, paying people is the same as paying grain in ancient times.
If you can’t hand it over, you will suffer a certain amount of
punish.
"It seems that there is a yang qi fluctuating. It is a monk." The young man checked, his face was a little surprised.
What they lack most is the monks, especially after the capture of the Yangzhu, most of the monks in their tribe were killed and injured.
"How old is it?" the middle-aged man asked.
If you are too old, the big clans and sects in the south will look down on them.
"It looks like he's not more than thirty." The young man said.
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man was obviously relieved. This is not very old. If he is too old, it will be really troublesome.
After the capture of Yangzhu, many monks died, but these monks were over thirty years old.
The middle-aged man wouldn't take the monks who contributed, he didn't want to experience the scene of the tribe being destroyed.
Even so, because of the lack of Yangzhu, some young monks obviously did not meet the standards, and now the arrival of Lin Jiusheng happened to solve their urgent need.
"Take full care." After leaving this sentence, the middle-aged man left here.
Lin Jiusheng could feel that several people carried him away.
After that, he felt a hand on his back, conveying Yang Qi to him.
Lin Jiusheng took a deep breath, his complexion improved a lot, and the yang energy on his body recovered a lot.
Seeing Lin Jiusheng woke up, the old man behind him slowly put his hands away, "Get a good rest."
After saying these four words, he walked out towards Shimen.
Lin Jiusheng sat and looked at Shimen, staying inside Shimen, it was very cool.
"It seems that they didn't doubt my identity." Lin Jiusheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Now that he entered the tribe, no matter how strong the palace gates were, they would not directly rush into the tribe.
At this kind of moment, it is impossible for the people of the palace gate to reveal their identity. If they expose too much and attract the monks from the south, it will be even more dangerous.
They are not fools, this simple truth should be understood.
Lin Jiusheng took a deep breath and gradually relieved.
After a while, Shimen made a "creak" sound.
A middle-aged man walked in, and Lin Jiusheng raised his head when he saw the middle-aged man.
"I wonder if your Excellency came out of that tribe." The middle-aged man said
Dao, his face should be as gentle as possible.
Just as Lin Jiusheng was about to stand up from the ground, the middle-aged man put his hand on his shoulder and pressed hard to make him sit down.
"Chief Kai, I escaped from the Tianqiong tribe, which is the farthest to the north, because the tribe is scarce, and the tribe was destroyed by the southern tribe after completing the mission. I was fortunate to have lost my life." Lin Jiusheng said softly. road.
Anyway, there are so many tribes, there is a lot of distance from the far north, Lin Jiusheng can't believe it, this guy really knows.
The middle-aged man sighed, his face filled with sympathy, "It's really pitiful, if you don't dislike it, you can stay in my tribe for a period of time. After the injury is healed, you can stay if you want to, and you want to walk."
"Thank you, Chief." Lin Jiusheng said thankfully.
"It's okay, rest a lot," the middle-aged man said softly.
After walking out, two young men were already waiting at the door.
"Chief, what do you think?" the young man asked.
"You first observe, and by the way, see if you can find out some details." The middle-aged man said.
"Yes." The young man clasped his fist.
Suddenly thought of something, he asked: "The leader is really as he said, waiting for his injury to heal, let him leave?"
"Do you think it's possible? When you come to us, you have to listen to us. How can he go his own way." The middle-aged man whispered.
Lin Jiusheng lay in the stone house. The stone house is not big, it only has one bed and nothing else.
"This place is also cold." Bai Ling's voice rang, and Lin Jiusheng looked into his pocket, only to see a white snake the size of a thumb, and his head stretched out.
"Yes." Lin Jiusheng nodded in agreement.
In the past few days, his life was comfortable, and no one disturbed him.
Except you can't leave the tribe, you can't go to the stone house of the tribe leader, you can go to every place in the tribe.
In the past few days, he has learned a lot.
The middle-aged man's name is Jinwu, and this tribe is the Wuling tribe.
Most of the people are ordinary people, only more than 30 people are monks.
The cultivation conditions in the tribe are too harsh, depending on the spiritual roots. If the spiritual roots are not good, they are just ordinary people.
(End of this chapter)