It's obvious that the corpse demon's thinking is now a bit simple. He speaks his mind when asked questions and expresses his emotions directly. This may be the best opportunity for cooperation.
This is definitely not a good thing. The things he committed in Jiangnan alone are the kind that cannot be forgiven. Who would dare to trust him if he wants to work closely with him? Besides, it is also disgusting. But while his mind is simple now, it is precisely the key to solving the matter of the spirit race. Other things can be discussed later.
After all, this guy is really strong. Even if he doesn't dare to use him, at least his knowledge of the spirit race is first-class. Not to mention whether it can solve the problem of the forbidden land, at least he can use it to exchange with the spirit race whose inheritance has been lost, and get Yunyangye and other things, which is completely feasible.
Once this guy regains his previous spiritual power, it will be a big trouble again.
Without further ado, Zhao Changhe stepped out of the tent and said, "Arrange a carriage to take us to the Holy Mountain."
In fact, someone is needed to lead the way, otherwise no one would know where the place is. Asking directly where it is would obviously confuse people. How could an envoy go out without knowing where the destination is... Asking someone to arrange a vehicle and pretending to be seeking comfort will not arouse suspicion.
The leader of the spirit tribe hurriedly ordered people to make arrangements. Han Wubing watched from behind and sighed.
Now I know how this guy is doing so well. He looks like a big guy, but he is actually a dog.
Batu is your brother, right
Zhao Changhe turned to look at him, his expression becoming serious: "You rest here, and be careful."
Han Wubing said: "I'm not here."
Zhao Changhe was stunned, and Han Wubing continued directly: "Since I have the strength of a normal person after your treatment, I will go to the deserted mountains. Han has hands and feet, so I can survive. Staying here will be a confusing flaw, and it may be disadvantageous to your next actions."
Zhao Changhe looked at him deeply, didn't say much, just clasped his fists and bowed goodbye.
Han Wubing also clasped his fists and bowed.
A horse-drawn carriage drove up beside them, and Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling got on it and drove straight out of the village gate.
Yue Hongling opened the curtain and looked out. Han Wubing had already disappeared outside the village. She lowered the curtain, sighed, and whispered, "Are you sure you can cure him? From my knowledge of martial arts, the possibility is too small. This is not a problem of damaged meridians and Dantian. It's not just that the injury needs to be treated... but the foundation of martial arts is ruined."
Zhao Changhe shook his head: "I'm not sure... I thought I had it before, but after taking his pulse, I lost my confidence."
"But you don't tell him."
"He needs this confidence... I will definitely find a way for him." Zhao Changhe looked towards the distant mountains: "This is not a world of martial arts, this is a world of gods and demons, many things can't be applied to martial arts principles."
In his spirit, he was also asking the corpse demon: "Waste the work and rebuild it, do you ancients have any ideas?"
"Use Gu to replace and recast it." The corpse demon said as a matter of course: "What else do you want? Your mirror is broken, no matter how you repair it, it will never be the same as before. You see, I need to find a good body to possess. Can the body of a goddess fight..."
Gu
Zhao Changhe shook his head and did not answer. The traditional Chinese way of thinking was different from that of the spirit race. The corpse demon thought it was natural. Zhao Changhe did not like this approach, and Han Wubing would not like it either.
As an alternative, at least there is a backup plan.
The most ideal thing is of course to find a magical skill... Wedding Dress Magic Skill, Day-Changing Magic Skill, it's all fine, that's the aesthetic of Chinese martial arts.
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"Sure enough, has the forbidden land sent another envoy?" An old man in the Holy Mountain heard the report and sighed, "They come around the Dragon Boat Festival every year. It's almost the same date. They came a little earlier this year."
"It seems that they were out hunting down traitors earlier." The tribesman reported, "The envoy ordered us to keep an eye on the swordsman in white. The Thousand Snake Village did find him. Sheshan and his men asked him tentatively, but he didn't feel like an envoy at all. Instead, he was very surprised by Sheshan and his men's attitude. From this comparison, we can tell that the two men and one woman are real envoys, and the swordsman in white is at least not here as an envoy."
The old man nodded and said, "Even if he is not here on a diplomatic mission, we cannot interfere in the affairs of the forbidden area. When the envoy arrives, we will just do as he tells us."
The tribesman hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Can we think about it the other way around?"
The old man narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Why can't we cooperate with the traitors in the forbidden area and fight against him..."
"Shut up!" the old man said sternly, "You know nothing about the power of gods and demons. You are bewitched and instigated by Sisi day by day. You are so stupid!"
The tribesmen were silent, not daring to say anything, but they were actually frowning in their hearts.
Who wants to be a slave? Of course, only stubborn old men like you are willing to do so. In order to "not abandon the holy land" and "not betray our ancestors", even dogs can do it.
Sisi knew that she could not resist the forbidden area, so she had to find another way out. She tried very hard to find another place to settle down. Only the young members of the clan could give her some support, and not much, and none of the old members agreed.
Fortunately, Sisi managed to inherit the ancient sword technique, which was a great achievement for the clan. This was a very interesting thing. The Ling clan believed that the martial arts of the current Xia people were against the ancestral rules, and they discarded it and refused to learn it. However, they happened to get the ancient sword technique, which actually had the same roots as those of the current Xia people. However, these old immortals thought it was okay, saying, "I have indeed heard of this sword technique." I don't know what's going on in their heads.
Thanks to this great achievement, Sisi was able to take the position of the saint, and at least had a certain say, which allowed her to bring some young men and women out to test the waters, and she also had the power to trade materials within the clan.
But Sisi had just taken office and her authority was not established. Looking at the young ladies she brought out, they still treated her as a sister, and did not see much of her majesty... And most of the men who were willing to go out with her were out of admiration.
How to do things like this...
I heard that you have been recruiting other tribes recently to expand your power, and even bought food on credit from your own tribe... Not to mention how you can recruit other tribes with the few people you bring, can those unreliable little girls handle such a big mess... No matter how you think about it, you can feel the hard work of the saint, but there is too little support from the tribe.
The old man saw that the tribesman was silent and bowed his head, knowing that he might not be convinced. The old man also sighed and slowed down his tone: "You should know why we are called the Ling tribe? And not the Miao and Yao tribes outside?"
"Because we are connected to the spirits of all things, we can communicate with powerful exotic beasts and gain blood connections from them, which not only strengthens our bodies, but also builds a bridge between heaven and earth. Gu is just one of the exotic beasts, and it has become a representative because of its wide range of uses. Our real sacred beast is the ancient blood turtle." The tribesman said helplessly: "But elder, there are no exotic beasts in the world. I heard that the blood turtle was even killed... Now we can only drive away snakes and tigers..."
"Who told you that the Blood Turtle was killed?" the old man said sternly, "There is a Blood Turtle in the forbidden area. That is the reason why we worship it!"
If you tell these to the old stubborn people, they might all bow their heads and recite scriptures, because that is an ancient sacred beast, the patron saint worshipped by the whole clan.
But the young tribesman still lowered his head so as not to let the elders see the disdain in his eyes.
You're crazy... Our ancestors raised blood turtles as sacred beasts to protect the clan, but it doesn't mean our ancestors were blood turtles.
If we take a turtle as our ancestor, does that mean we are all turtle’s sons
He even felt a little worried.
Why use the title "Saint" instead of "Young Patriarch"
The saint is dedicated to God, which means serving the spirits of ancestors and guardian gods in the tribe.
The old immortals seemed to have determined that the forbidden area was the guardian god, at least the blood turtle in the forbidden area was.
I don’t know whether they were so scared after being beaten that they found a plausible excuse for themselves, or whether they really believed it. I can’t tell now. Maybe they even deceived themselves.
The old immortals gave Sisi the position of the saint, but it was not necessarily a reward or encouragement. Most likely, there was a hidden hint: to let Sisi recognize her position as a servant of the holy beast and honestly submit to the forbidden area.
It would be fine if he just served as a slave, but he also had to follow the lead of the outstanding young people in the tribe.
The young tribesman finally stopped talking and whispered, "I understand... The messenger is on the carriage. The journey will take at most a day. What ceremony should we prepare to welcome him?"
The old man said, "The first thing is to get Sisi back. How can we welcome the Holy Envoy without the Holy Maiden?"
"The Saint has important things to do outside... It is said that she has gathered tens of thousands of people and can fight against the Black Miao..."
"Let her come back!"
"… yes."
Over there, Zhao Changhe was enjoying the scenery along the way in the carriage. Looking at the mountains looming in the distance, he secretly wondered where Yunyang Mountain was.
But as I looked at it, I suddenly felt that the shape of this mountain range looked familiar.
Yes, Xuanwu's "Atlas of Mountains and Rivers" has drawn a map of this place... For places where the geography of the outside world is almost the same as that of the real world, most of the drawings in "Atlas of Mountains and Rivers" are still useless.
This will most likely be its first stop.
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PS: Monthly ticket, monthly ticket, woo woo woo…
(End of this chapter)