Chapter 256 The best-feeling thing, Nao Ming Jiao!
Li Mo and his companions disembarked at the edge of the Ming Jiaolong tribe's territory.
It couldn't go any deeper into the territory of the sworn enemy, otherwise, once discovered by the Ming Jiao tribe's strongmen, it would most likely be knocked down.
Looking at the Peng monster flying away, Xiao Li was thoughtful.
He had been to the military camp in Baoping Town. The border troops there, plus a garrison in the Guanshen realm, could have captured the Peng monster long ago, or at least driven it away.
Why, they kept it on Baoping Mountain, making people panic?
Several people walked on this land called Black Water Marsh.
This place, which is often muddy and rainy, also has towns of the human race, but there are no garrisons.
The human race that has lived here for generations all believe in "Witch Spirits".
Different towns have all kinds of witch spirits. In addition to protecting the peace of one side, they also have various strange functions.
For example, now.
After walking for five days in a row, a relatively flat town finally appeared among the mountains.
The whole town was built on the lake, and the exotic fisherman's songs could be heard faintly from the lake.
"This is the last town to enter the Mingjiao tribe's territory."
Huang Donglai looked at the map and confirmed.
"The clothes in Heishuize are made of really strange materials."
Murong Xiao took off the silk hat that was wrapped around his head, shook it twice, and the water droplets all slid off, and it was dry again, with a faint reflection of a gorgeous luster on it.
Huang Donglai said: "The land and water nurture the people, and this pearl white lotus root silk is naturally isolated from water vapor and is very precious."
"It feels really good, it's simply the best thing in the world."
Murong Xiao touched the silk hat and said.
"No!"
Suddenly, Li Mo spoke, his eyes were very firm.
Looking at his expression, you know that what he said is true!
"What is the softest and smoothest thing in the world?" Murong Xiao was puzzled.
"Alas..."
Li Mo sighed, shook his head, rubbed the silk hat, and twisted it gently.
This technique can't be said to be similar, it's completely a massage...
"???"
Murong Xiao was confused, and he couldn't figure out what Brother Li's action meant.
Brother Li's knowledge was indeed far beyond his reach.
"This material is good, it's more comfortable than Wuyunsha, what do you think about using it to make stockings?"
Li Mo didn't know why, and asked this question subconsciously.
Sure enough, not only his hands have their own ideas, but now even his mouth has them!
"???"
Not only Murong Xiao was stunned, but Huang Donglai was also stunned.
"You know, my hammering skills are okay, so I'm quite interested in forging recently."
"Forging such a delicate thing is very challenging, you can buy a thousand or eight hundred pounds to practice first."
Li Mo coughed lightly and put the hat back on Murong Xiao's head.
Murong Xiao's eyes were full of wisdom and surprise.
He practiced with Elder Hanhe at Shenbing Peak. His master said that when he could forge a qualified black cloud yarn inner armor, he would be considered a skilled craftsman.
Did Brother Li choose the more difficult pearl white lotus root silk to start with? !
"......"
Huang Donglai thought, what does this have to do with forging? Isn't this weaving?
"Brother Li, ten thousand catties of lotus root, two taels of silk."
"Let alone one thousand eight hundred catties, the output of this entire town can't exceed twenty catties."
"....."
Li Mo looked around and saw that on the lakeside, one figure after another was bent in the mud. Some women were carrying babies in swaddling clothes, stumbling in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. They were so dirty that they looked like they grew out of the mud.
It was hard to associate the white lotus root silk cloth with the group of people in front of them.
Li Mo and Murong Xiao entered the town.
After spending a lot of money to purchase a few catties of lotus root silk from a foreign silk merchant, he was still confused.
They have produced such a precious thing.
Why would there be a woman working in the fields with a baby?
The silk merchant said enthusiastically at this time:
"Today there is a witch spirit sacrifice here. If you are not in a hurry, why don't you go and have a look? The witch spirits here are very effective and many people believe in them."
"Thank you."
Li Mo thanked him, but he was not very interested.
Murong Xiao was not interested in the so-called witch spirit sacrifice either. He was a little excited and a little nervous now.
"I wonder if my parents are waiting anxiously."
He has never seen his parents since he was born.
"Well... I also admire Uncle Murong very much..."
Walking on the road, Li Mo couldn't help but be curious:
"Since Uncle and Aunt miss you so much, why don't they go to Qingyuan Sect to see you? They are so relieved to let you come to Southern Xinjiang alone."
"Maybe they have their own difficulties. Besides, we will arrive safely soon."
Murong Xiao grinned, full of joy of meeting his biological parents.
Li Mo: "..."
If it weren't for Hengyun Sword City and Xiyu Tower jointly enforcing the law, you would still be the son of God for the Summoning Demon Sect.
However.
I haven't seen him for many years, but it happened that when Yuhuang Shenluo went to the southern border, Murong Xiao was suddenly asked to go back.
It's hard to say that there is no connection between them.
But the reason can only be known after going to the Mingjiao tribe.
As they were talking, they arrived at the water, where there was a high altar covered with traces of wind and frost.
You don't even need to get close to see the statue on it.
The statue is made of stone, with a big head and a small body, and two pairs of eyes, which is grotesque and terrifying.
"Hiss... Why do I feel familiar?"
Li Mo recalled Sanxingdui in his previous life, but felt that it was not completely similar.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember.
It was in Qunyu Peak!
Among the statues of Guanshen that were broken by the beautiful master, there was one with a similar shape.
At this time.
The priest was wearing a mask that was exactly the same as the face of the statue, and was dancing inexplicably on it.
The people in the audience offered sacrifices devoutly, and they could get a black incense stick. After lighting it, they prayed devoutly, and some couldn't help but say their wishes.
"I hope there will be a good harvest this year..."
"I hope to have a son..."
Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
This witch spirit.....
He found that this witch spirit statue gave him a vague illusion of looking at a Guanshen picture, but it was much weirder than the ordinary Guanshen statue.
This doesn't look like a serious god.
Li Mo recalled that in other villages he passed by, all the witch spirits who were worshipped seemed to be like this.
"I hope the vicious Ming Jiao will not invade the village again..."
"I hope I can see my parents smoothly..."
Hmm?
Li Mo turned his head and found Murong Xiao praying there.
No, Brother Murong, the biggest function of this witch spirit is to prevent Ming Jiao.
You still worship it?
Even if the witch spirit agrees, can the Buddha agree?
At this moment.
Gurgle--
The sky suddenly became gloomy, and a vortex suddenly appeared in the lake, and it quickly expanded and grew larger, with a huge black shadow in it.
"The Ming Jiao is making trouble!"
