Qing Luo sighed for a while, then stopped thinking and started to take action. He swam ashore, his body shook, and a puff of green smoke came out from his body, covering his figure.
When the green smoke dissipated, they saw that Qing Luo had transformed into a young Taoist priest wearing a green robe, with a hairpin on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He also held a whisk in his right hand. Qing Luo looked at his outfit,
He nodded with satisfaction, then raised the dust, made a Taoist ritual with his left hand, and said in a straight voice, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!
After Qing Luo said this, he couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that he was really good at pretending to be a true immortal.
Qing Luo tidied up the transformed clothes, then held a fly whisk and walked towards the human tribe.
When he got closer, Qingluo raised his voice and said: "I am a poor Taoist, Qingluo. I have met the human race created by the saint Nuwa, and I came here to pay a visit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the human race suddenly stopped what they were doing and then turned their attention to Qing Luo.
Qing Luo was suddenly stared at by these dozens of people, and felt a little scared. In his previous life, he was just a standard otaku, and he had never seen any big scenes. But he still tried hard to maintain his fairy-like appearance and controlled the expression on his face.
Expressions do not reveal inner emotions.
At this moment, a heavy and old voice came from the cave behind: "The Great Immortal has come, and we and other human beings have come a long way to meet us. Please forgive me for my sins!"
As soon as the human race outside heard what the voice said, their eyes on Qing Luo changed from curiosity and wariness to respect, awe, and even a little fear.
Qingluo heard the sound and looked into the cave, only to see an old man with a stooped waist and a wooden stick walking out of the cave. Although his face was haggard and wrinkled, his eyes shone with the hardened energy of years.
The light shines out.
Although he could not withstand the passage of time and longevity, and even walking seemed a bit difficult, his abyss-like aura was hard to underestimate.
After he arrived, all the people here silently bent down and bowed to him. Seeing this, Qingluo thought that this man must have a great background, and maybe he was someone recorded in the history books. He
Then he replied gently: "How can I forgive you? It's my fault that I came here and disturbed you!"
After hearing this, the old man laughed and said: "Immortal, you are very polite. The visitor is a guest. If the immortal doesn't dislike my human race's rough place, please come in and talk about it."
Qing Luo smiled and replied: "I wish you all!" After saying that, he followed the old man into the cave. The other humans resumed their work after watching the old man and Qing Luo enter the cave.
After entering the cave, Qingluo felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Inside the cave, he saw a dozen four or five-year-old children sleeping on the ground covered with a layer of soft grass, with only a thin animal skin covering their bodies. Their bodies
His face was covered with black dust, his shawl of black hair was scattered, and his body was as skinny as a child injured by nuclear radiation.
Qingluo, the old man, and the five middle-aged men who followed them came in, waking up some sleeping children.
They all looked at Qing Luo with curious eyes. Some smiled at him with chapped lips, some shrank back as if scared, and some confused children opened their eyes, rubbed them, and fell asleep again.
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After looking at them, Qingluo suddenly felt a little troubled. When the old man stopped, he was only halfway to the cave. The old man smiled awkwardly and said: "Immortal, don't be surprised. We are waiting for the tribe to have no fire for lighting, so we can go further inside."
It's so dark that I can't see my fingers, so I can only talk to the immortal here!"
Qing Luolian responded that it was okay and sat down directly on the ground. Seeing Qing Luo like this, the old man said to Qing Luo uprightly: "The Immortal is worthy of being a true immortal who has attained the Tao. He does not stick to his words and deeds and demonstrates the nature of the Tao."
After hearing this, Qing Luo felt a little secretly happy that others praised him so much. If the old man knew that the person in front of him was a big green snake that had not yet transformed, I wonder if he could still say words of praise?
Qingluo was thinking wildly in his mind, but he still said with a straight face: "Fellow Taoist, thank you for your praise. I was just acting rashly! Please sit down and talk!"
After the old man sat down, he asked: "I don't know where the immortal came from and where he went. Here is the photo of the patriarch of the Nanling tribe of the human race. If there is anything that the immortal doesn't understand, I will definitely know.
Say nothing.
After all, Immortals are not from my human race, and my human race is fairly familiar with many matters around here."
Qing Luo was stunned, how could this person tell at a glance that I was not a human being?
But he didn't know how to put on airs, so he just replied: "It turns out that I am the leader of the clan, but I am disrespectful. I am a practitioner in a small mountain to the west. I am traveling this time just to visit friends in the mountains. However, I
I haven’t seen anyone from the same tribe during this journey of thousands of miles. According to the clan leader, are there any fellow tribesmen living near your tribe?”
After listening, he sighed and shook his head and said: "Chief Immortal, you don't know something. Since our human tribe moved here thousands of years ago, it has been three hundred years since we saw a Taoist person come to visit us. On the contrary, some people who have become
The monsters of the climate have attacked several times, causing our clan to lose many people."
Qingluo also sighed after hearing this. This human race is so weak, how can they know about the cultivators? Thinking of this, Qingluo felt helpless.
And the leader of the Zhao clan continued to say: "Since our tribe migrated here thousands of years ago, few immortals have come to help.
When our tribe first came here, they were not adapted to the climate here, and hundreds of people died of illness. Coupled with the unsustainable population of old and young people on the way to escape, our tribe lost nearly 2,000 people in order to migrate. They are all ordinary lives of our tribe.
, to die in a foreign country so easily..." After saying this, Zhao was already in tears, feeling sad.
The five people following him also looked sad, but they obviously did not show the extreme sadness, as if he had experienced it personally. Moreover, Qingluo also had a guess about the migration of the human race thousands of years ago.
So after comforting Zhao, he said: "Clan Chief Zhao has experienced the life-and-death moments of the human race and witnessed the disaster of the human race with his own eyes, so he seems so sad and sorrowful now?"
"That's natural,,,, I've never experienced it. But after listening to the oral tradition passed down from generation to generation, I naturally understand it clearly in my heart. How can we easily forget the shame of the human race?" When Zhao Zai answered this in sadness, he paused for a moment and then continued with the original words.
It's over.
After Qing Luo heard this, he immediately knew that this old man must be an old man who had lived for a long time. He paused just now, and he must have noticed Qing Luo's temptation before he changed his original words.
Qingluo no longer dwelled on the matter and asked: "Then why did the human race flee in large numbers back then? Was it because of the two Lich races?"
When Zhao heard this, his body trembled uncontrollably. Then he replied in a heavy tone: "Since the Immortal Master already knows, why come to expose the wounds of my human race?" His words were already somewhat unkind.
Qingluo quickly apologized, but in his heart he understood why this human race moved here so recklessly as if fleeing for their lives.
Qing Luo remembered that some time before the Lich War, both Lich and Lich clans massacred humans in order to refine things to defeat the enemy.
And during that period of time, it was the hell of the human race, where millions of corpses were literally buried, and blood flowed for thousands of miles. During that period of time, the human race had no masters of its own who could compete with the two lich clans, and those with great supernatural powers did not dare to risk their protection.
The human race offended the Lich clan, the two main protagonists of heaven and earth at that time. And because Empress Nuwa was born into the demon clan, she was still the Emperor Wa among the five emperors of the Demon Court before she became a saint, so she could not directly intervene in this matter.
Therefore, at that time, the human race was shouting at the sky and the sky, and the earth and the earth were not functioning properly. They allowed the two Lich clans to slaughter them wantonly, and nearly 10 billion humans were killed or injured!
And this one may be one of the luckier ones among the human race that fled in all directions, with a trace of vitality left, and at least a thousand people survived!
Qingluo felt a little sad when he thought about this. After all, he still had a lot of love for the human race in his previous life.
Qingluo stared at the young children not far away again, seeing them wearing thin clothes and sleeping on the ground randomly spread with grass, and she really wanted to do something for them.
At this time, Teruya recovered from his sadness and said: "Let the immortal laugh."
Qingluo said warmly: "Nothing, as the patriarch cares about his people, it should be like this."
After listening to this, he begged Qingluo in a low voice: "Chief Immortal, your magic power is boundless. I also beg the Immortal Chief to use a few magical skills. Can you bring fire to my tribe and continue to survive?"
Upon hearing this, the five men next to him all looked at Qing Luo expectantly.
When Qing Luo heard this, he was shocked. He quickly asked, "How do you know what fire is?" Qing Luo believed that the human race should not have known what fire was before the Suiren clan.
Zhao was stunned for a moment and then said slowly: "Five hundred years ago, an immortal used his magic to give us a ball of red light, which he called fire. My whole family kept guarding it day and night, and we only insisted on keeping it.
It was extinguished after decades. And we have learned to use fire to keep warm, drive away animals, and roast fresh meat, allowing us to live an unforgettable life for decades. Therefore, I specially asked the immortal to save it for us.
Use this as a source of fire to benefit our tribe."
Chapter completed!