In the end, only Zhou Fei and the sword idiot Ling Zhaoyan stepped into the grassland.
The two of them left the camp quietly in the middle of the night, under the joint cover of Tu Wanyue and Yue Chen.
The remaining disciples of Dingjian Pavilion also set off to return to Dingjian Pavilion at dawn, but no one noticed that Jianlun was not in the team.
As for Zhou Fei, his sense of existence is not strong. Most people's attention is focused on Yue Chen. As the genius of Zhao Guo, the son of Zhiyueguan Guanzhu, his existence is like a firefly in the night. So, so eye-catching.
After racing in the grassland all night and making sure that no one would follow, Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan found a shady place and closed their eyes to rest.
After an hour, they continued to set off.
On the vast grassland, it is not easy to find a book. Zhou Fei doesn't even know where to go. He and Ling Zhaoyan are running around like two headless flies, aimlessly.
After doing this for about three days, they finally saw a living person.
A small tent, two lambs, a stocking little baby, and a woman sitting at the door of the tent mending clothes.
Her hands and feet are thick, her skin is rough, and her facial features are also very tough. However, her body is particularly tall, and she is a head shorter than Zhou Fei, estimated to be about 1.75 meters.
Ling Zhaoyan is no longer short at 1.65 meters, but in front of this woman, she appears so short.
When the woman saw Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan, she immediately showed a vigilant look. She let her child return to the tent and picked up a hatchet at her feet.
Ling Zhaoyan quickly said: "This eldest sister, we are not bad guys, we are just passing by, don't need to be nervous."
The woman spoke, but the tone of her speech was very strange, which reminded Zhou Fei of foreigners who were new to Chinese.
"What are you... people?" the woman asked.
Ling Zhaoyan said: "I'm from Yan country, and this young man is from Tang Dynasty. We came to the grassland to find an artifact."
"Tangren?" The woman looked at Zhou Fei, but slowly put down her hatchet: "I know Tang, it's very powerful."
Zhou Fei smiled: "You are also very good."
The woman shook her head: "No, we are not great, otherwise we won't be driven away by you."
Upon hearing this, Ling Zhaoyan immediately understood who this was in front of him.
Barbarian!
She subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, Zhou Fei quickly grabbed her wrist, shook her head slowly, and whispered, "Don't be impulsive."
This was also a subconscious reaction of Ling Zhaoyan. After he recovered, he knew that his behavior was a little abrupt, and quickly took a step back to express that he had no intention of murder.
Zhou Fei continued to ask: "Why do you live here?"
The woman looked at him: "Why can't I live here?"
These words brought Zhou Fei to the question.
He didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Ling Zhaoyan came up silently again and said, "The grassland is not a place where you can live. The place where you should live is the bitter cold place in the far north..."
The woman said lightly: "It's too bitter there, there is no food, we have to live."
Ling Zhaoyan was also silent.
The woman continued: "The grassland is our home, why can't we live? Although we have been expelled for thousands of years, we never stopped thinking of our hometown. We just went home, and you want to kill them all."
Zhou Fei let out a long sigh.
He agreed with the woman.
Why not just go home
Ling Zhaoyan
I vaguely felt that the woman's words were a bit wrong, but for a while, I couldn't think of words to refute her.
"If you two have nothing else, let's go quickly. My man doesn't like your man in the wild. He goes out hunting, and he should be back in a while." The woman picked up the leather jacket and mended it again and stopped looking at them.
Zhou Fei didn't plan to leave just like that.
He was really curious about barbarians.
A race that has been expelled, a race with a lot of notoriety, there is not much gossip in it.
And now, it seems that the barbarians are not all fierce and evil people. They also have seven emotions and six desires, and they also have joy, sorrow and joy. Everything they do is to survive, and it doesn't look as terrible as the temple's daily publicity.
Moreover, this grassland was originally the homeland of the barbarians, maybe they would still know about the dark scroll.
Don't underestimate the power of gossip such as "Rumors in the Family".
What's more, Zhou Fei's body is a soul from later generations. He has no prejudice against barbarians, and has never seen how "fierce" barbarians are, so his position is neutral.
However, Ling Zhaoyan was a little uncomfortable. The education she received from a young age was that barbarians were vicious and would kill them.
After a long period of brainwashing, Ling Zhaoyan also developed a subconscious habit of wanting to do something when he saw a barbarian.
It's pretty amazing to be able to stand it for so long without seizures.
"Let's go." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei shook his head: "I finally met a barbarian who could speak the Central Plains dialect, so I had to talk a little bit more. Don't be afraid, they are not as scary as they thought."
Ling Zhaoyan said word by word: "I'm not afraid of her, but I'm afraid that I can't help but draw my sword."
Zhou Fei smiled and said: "Then I will teach you a way to divert your attention. You think of this barbarian as a little lamb or a little calf, and keep giving yourself psychological hints, and then you will find that she is actually quite cute of."
Ling Zhaoyan made the look that you were teasing me.
Zhou Fei didn't pay any attention to her, but began to search for words to make trouble with the barbarian woman.
As an otaku who used to spend many years on the Internet, chatting with netizens from all over the world, this kind of thing is not difficult for Zhou Fei, and he communicated with barbarians happily after less than half a cup of tea. The other party also let go of most of the guard against him.
But for Ling Zhaoyan, the woman has always maintained a high degree of vigilance.
She could perceive Ling Zhaoyan's hostility towards her.
This kind of hostility, even with the restraint of life, will slowly seep out.
"Although the water plants here are beautiful and close to the water source, but within a radius of tens of feet, there is only your family. If the enemy comes again, you can't even call for help? Why do you want to camp like this?" Zhou Fei grabbed firewood. Throw it into the bonfire and ask casually.
"We don't want to kill people." The woman said faintly: "I just want to live. The extreme north is too bitter, there are only endless glaciers, only cold fish can be eaten, and it is very difficult to catch. The number of people is slow. Decrease, the priest of the clan said that if you don’t move south, the barbarians will be completely extinct in more than a hundred years."
"So we came out from the extreme north and went all the way to the south, hoping to snatch back the grassland, even a little bit, so that the tribe can continue. But the thousands of years of trapped prisoners have lost the tribe when facing the wild people. Reason, you will kill when you see it, but you kill it than slaughter."
"My man was severely punished by the clansman because he could not bear to kill a child. He even arrested a child and forced my man to kill it on the spot. My man was unable to do so, so he injured the caregiver and took us out.
. We ran for a long time before we came here. "
Ling Zhaoyan snorted softly, not knowing what his mood was.
At this time, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a male barbarian who was more than two meters tall came in with a sheep on his shoulder.
"Stinky lady, look what I hit... A sheep, haha, we don't have to be hungry." The man laughed heartily, but after seeing Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan, he immediately stopped laughing and became extremely vicious. .
"Tangren?" The man recognized the style of Zhou Fei's clothes, and tightly held the handle of the knife: "Fight with me, let go of my aunts and children."
Ling Zhaoyan also subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.
Zhou Fei squeezed her wrist again, gently pushed back the sword that had been drawn out a little, stood up and said, "Big brother, don't get me wrong, we just passed by and begged for saliva. There is no malice."
"Tang people really don't lie, but I don't want to see you either. Please leave quickly." The man said, and then to his wife: "You melon girl, why don't you run away with your children when you see Tang people?"
The woman bit her neck and said, "What will you do if I run?"
Their children tremblingly hid behind their mother, clutching their sleeves and said, "Mother, I'm hungry."
Zhou Fei knew that staying would make people feel uncomfortable, so he took Ling Zhaoyan away.
When they reached a place where the barbarians' tent was completely invisible, they stopped.
Zhou Fei stared at Ling Zhaoyan's eyes and asked, "Let's talk, I think you must have held back all the way."
Ling Zhaoyan said: "I just want to remind you that they are barbarians."
"So what?" Zhou Fei said.
"Don't forget who you are." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei said: "I have several identities, which one do you mean?"
Ling Zhaoyan said seriously: "No matter that status, you can't befriend a barbarian. This is the bottom line."
"Why?" Zhou Fei asked again.
"The remnants of the Demon Cult are not worthy of sympathy." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei said: "I have always heard you talk about the magic sect, but sometimes the behavior of the temple is more terrifying than the magic sect? Just because of the different ways of cultivation, it is dismissed as a different kind? So, it would be too arbitrary, right? ."
Ling Zhaoyan looked solemn and his eyes were clear: "Zhou Fei, don't say these things in the future. I can assume that I didn't hear it this time. If you continue to hold this view, we two... can't be friends."
Zhou Fei raised his eyebrows: "OK, let's seek common ground while reserving differences."
"What do you mean?" Ling Zhaoyan was bewildered by Zhou Fei's strange syllables.
Zhou Fei said: "It's a good idea, and it's hometown dialect."
"Although I have never been to Chang'an, Chang'an people should not speak in this accent." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei felt a little sweaty, why is Nizi a little bit confessed
It's better for Yue Chen to skip the vocabulary that he doesn't understand.
"Don't discuss this." Zhou Fei chose to skip this topic and asked: "I'm a little curious. The barbarians have retreated to the bitter and cold land of the extreme north for thousands of years. Why are the Seven Great Desolate Kingdoms, including the temple, still very jealous of them. Just now, you too. As you can see, the barbarians are no different from us, and they are just a group of people who want to live. As for the Demon Cult... I don't see any demon in them at all."
Ling Zhaoyan said, "It seems that you don't know much about barbarians and demons. Haven't the academy taught them?"
Zhou Fei shook his head.
Ling Zhaoyan took Zhou Fei and sat down, and began to slowly tell the story of the barbarians, the demon sect, and the great war that happened a thousand years ago.
(End of this chapter)