Fu Mang sat on a bench, drinking ink stalk soup made by a woman.
This is a food that witches often take. It is a kind of thick soup made from special black straw, which is a bit like rice cereal. It tastes slightly bitter but has a sweet aftertaste.
This is a fairyland plant, which contains huge aura.
Xu Xian also got a bowl, but Xu Xian was too small to sit on a high table, and the bowl was no different from a big pot in his eyes.
The concentration of aura in a bowl of thick soup exceeds the concentration of a thousand pills in the world.
And this is just the food of ordinary witches.
Xu Xian once again sighed with emotion, although this witch house is dilapidated, but if you really think about it, even a small sect of Fanchen may not be as 'rich' as ??this witch family.
Xu Xian would not miss this thick soup, he drank it up without a drop, and it wasn't enough, so he ordered another bowl.
"Witches have been passed down for 100,000 years, and their branches are as luxuriant as the branches and leaves of towering trees. There are too many ethnic groups and tribes here. In my opinion, everyone is born from the same root, regardless of high or low, but some witches It is to classify people into three, six or nine grades. It is said that some people are born noble, and some people are born low"
When Xu Xian heard this, he always felt familiar, as if in his previous world, there were people who played similar routines.
"Noble witches don't treat lowly witches as human beings, but as livestock, which can be slaughtered at will. I hate this very much." After Fu Mang finished speaking, he sighed, feeling helpless again.
That's right, how could he subvert this deeply rooted tradition by himself?
After hearing what Fumang said, Xu Xian understood what was going on.
No wonder the witches would kill each other. In the eyes of the witches, this is not a big deal at all. High-level shamans can cleanse and kill lower-level shaman tribes for anything, just make up a reason, and even don't need a reason.
Because no one will hold it accountable.
So although Xu Xian beheaded all those witch soldiers, Fu Mang did not hate Xu Xian. On the contrary, he had to thank Xu Xian for his righteousness, otherwise he would do it if he met him.
It's just that it may not be able to save these dozen women and children.
"Brother Xu, are you an immortal from the Immortal Dynasty?" Fu Mang changed the subject. He obviously hated the internal affairs of the witches.
Xu Xian nodded.
There is nothing to deny this.
"I know a lot of Immortals. I have traveled secretly in the realm of the Immortal Dynasty and learned a lot about customs and customs." After Fu Mang finished speaking, he looked at the Immortal Sword of Hundred Battles on Xu Xian's waist.
"Brother Xu's swordsmanship is good, and he can crack my hard-trained swordsmanship with an understatement."
Talking about kendo, this is Xu Xian's forte.
Afterwards, the two of them discussed their understanding of kendo, and they felt like they had met each other before.
Fumang's swordsmanship was inherited from his father. Fumang's ancestors are all famous sword masters among witches, and he is also a sword master level.
In this way, Fumang's sword knowledge is very high, but the path he takes is completely different from that of the immortals on the other side. It is very novel to Xu Xian, and it is most suitable for enriching his own sword.
So the two chatted for a whole night.
When it was dawn, there was still something to be desired.
But Xu Xian knew that he had to go back. As the general guarding Yinshan Pass, he had to show up during the day, otherwise it would easily affect the morale of the army.
And in case there is something important, it's okay if you don't know about it.
So I made an agreement with Fu Mang that I would stay here tomorrow night and continue to discuss kendo.
Fumang was also reluctant to part with this opportunity, Xu Xian benefited a lot, so why not him?
"Then let's make a deal."
"See you there then."
Xu Xian bid farewell and rushed back to Yinshan Pass as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, his journey back was very smooth without any twists and turns. When we arrived at Yinshan Pass, we continued our daily drills and inspections. At the same time, we asked the lieutenant general whether the scholar bureaucrats had issued any orders.
The lieutenant general didn't know about this matter, so according to what he said, he could only continue to wait.
Xu Xian is naturally not in a hurry, it is best to delay this kind of thing as soon as possible.
When it was dark, Xu Xian left Yinshan Pass again and sneaked into the witch man's territory. This time, I was familiar with the road and went straight to the previous tribal village.
It was only when Xu Xian arrived that he realized that this side had been besieged by hundreds of witch soldiers.
Fumang is fighting with him.
Xu Xianjue?, these witch soldiers should be the accomplices of the group of witches who were beheaded by him last night. They lost hundreds of people last night, so they came here.
At this moment, Fumang is fighting against a large number of witch soldiers with one against one hundred.
It's just that although his swordsmanship is high, he doesn't have Xu Xian's sword-breaking intention, and he can't resolve the opponent's witchcraft, so he can only fight recklessly. Although he killed many enemies, he himself was also injured, and the situation was not good.
Just this point reflects the special feature of Xu Xian's kendo.
Fumang's swordsmanship is also high, even the sword master among the witches, those witch soldiers are also powerful, and their individual strength far exceeds that of ordinary spirit masters. Fajianyi suppresses the opponent and wins more with less. Others cannot do this.
Seeing that Fumang was suppressed and the signs of failure were revealed, Xu Xian naturally couldn't stand by and watch.
Draw your sword and join the battle group.
This time, the situation is reversed.
The sorcerer's spells, no matter how many spells come, how many Xu Xian slashes, no matter what kind of spell, a blazing flame, a blast of frost, or a dark ghost, no matter what it is, it can't stop Xu Xian's sword.
In a short while, dozens of witches and wizards were beheaded and killed. A witch leader over there knew that he was invincible, so he blew the bone flute, and the remaining witches and soldiers began to retreat.
"We can't let them run away." Fu Mang yelled, and Xu Xian also wanted to say this.
If these witch soldiers are allowed to run away, there will definitely be endless troubles, and it is best to cut the weeds and root them out.
Xu Xian didn't hold back any more, and directly sacrificed a move of Ten Thousand Swords and Autumn Wind, and those witch soldiers were immediately beheaded like dead branches and fallen leaves.
One move in seconds.
Seeing the white-robed sword god suddenly appearing from behind Xu Xian, Fumang's eyes widened and his whole body trembled with excitement. This reaction is obviously abnormal.
The next moment, Fu Mang, the witch man and sword master, actually walked over a few steps, and bowed to the white-robed sword god behind Xu Xian.
Xu Xian was surprised, but looking at Fumang's excited expression, he didn't seem to recognize the wrong person.
As a result, after asking, he found out that the sword master Fumang really knew him, the white-robed sword god.
Speaking of it, Xu Xian's current white-robed sword god is completely different from the original one, mainly because he merged with the corpse of the mysterious senior swordsman in the depths of the devil's abyss.
At that time, Xu Xian discovered a problem. This senior was very tall, obviously exceeding the standard of a normal immortal. But at that time, Xu Xian didn't think much about it, and there was nothing wrong with the clothes and appearance of the Gaoren's corpse.
But looking at it now, this senior expert who explored the ultimate in the way of swordsmanship is basically a witch.
Only wizards have that height and build.
Moreover, the other party's obsession condensed into a terrifying curse, which is also a kind of witchcraft.
Of course, this is not a coincidence. The real coincidence is that Fumang said that this white-robed sword god is his grandfather.
"Are you sure?" Xu Xian felt that if he dragged his grandfather out to take advantage of him, it would be disrespectful, or rather offensive.
"It's not wrong. Although my grandfather disappeared when I was born, there is a portrait of my grandfather in my house, and my grandfather also has the imprint of my clan on him. This is not wrong." Fu Mang was very excited.
Xu Xian had also discovered the imprint he was talking about before. It was on the arm of the white-robed sword god, and it looked like a tattoo.
But Fumang's fury that Xu Xian was worried about did not appear. On the contrary, Fumang seemed not to care about what Xu Xian was worried about at all, but talked a lot about his grandfather.
"My grandfather was obsessed with swordsmanship, and wanted to promote it to the fourth path after witches, immortals, and Buddhas. He was recognized by the Dao of Heaven. For this reason, he studied all his life, but he failed in the end." Xu Xian agreed with Fu Mang's words , if there is no such obsession, the white-robed sword god will not have that horrible curse.
Xu Xian also roughly narrated the process of finding the white-robed sword god. After Fu Mang listened, his eyes lit up: "Brother Xu, this means that my grandfather has recognized you, and he wants you to fulfill his last wish for him."
This is correct, and the obsession left by the senior Kendo also means this.
As a result, Fu Mang was not angry because Xu Xian made his grandfather's corpse into a sword god style, but the relationship between the two became closer because of this incident.
Xu Xian did not expect this.
It was only later that he learned that the traditions of the witches were somewhat different. Many witches had the tradition of forging their ancestors into witchcraft.
For example, some witch tribes will refine the heads of their ancestors into sacred objects and store them in the tribe as treasures.
The next two people cleaned the battlefield, and found a letter by accident.
It was found from the witch leader.
"Receive the envoy of the Buddhist Kingdom in Wenggu, lead the soldiers under his command, wait outside the Yinshan Pass, and enter the pass upon receiving the order."
Fu Mang explained to Xu Xian, Xu Xian was taken aback.
He didn't understand the first few sentences, but he understood the next few sentences.
Command the subordinates, wait outside the Yinshan Pass, and enter the pass upon seeing the order.
Apparently the shamans were already preparing to attack, and this was most likely the plan agreed upon with the scholar-officials of the Xian Dynasty, but what Xu Xian cared about was the first sentence.
Receive and guide the envoys of the Buddha Kingdom.
How does this matter have something to do with Buddhism and Taoism? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)found a letter.
It was found from the witch leader.
"Receive the envoy of the Buddhist Kingdom in Wenggu, lead the soldiers under his command, wait outside the Yinshan Pass, and enter the pass upon receiving the order."
Fu Mang explained to Xu Xian, Xu Xian was taken aback.
He didn't understand the first few sentences, but he understood the next few sentences.
Command the subordinates, wait outside the Yinshan Pass, and enter the pass upon seeing the order.
Apparently the shamans were already preparing to attack, and this was most likely the plan agreed upon with the scholar-officials of the Xian Dynasty, but what Xu Xian cared about was the first sentence.
Receive and guide the envoys of the Buddha Kingdom.
How does this matter have something to do with Buddhism and Taoism? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com