In the following days, Liu Qiao flew over the Yangtze River, Dongting and other lakes and lakes, stopping and taking in the southern scenery.
The further south you go, the less populated you become, full of obstructions, poisonous insects, etc., and the mountains are endless, like virgin forests.
After walking like this for more than ten thousand miles, his eyes suddenly lit up. There were traces of fireworks again among the mountains. Liu Qiao knew that he had reached southern Xinjiang.
When I was worried about not knowing the direction, I saw a figure running in panic among the mountains, followed by a yellow shadow chasing after him in the bushes.
It was far away, and the mountains were high and the forests were dense, making it difficult to see clearly. Liu Qiao simply pressed down the escape light and observed the figure more than ten feet away.
Only then did he see a man wrapped in a deerskin skirt, holding a machete in his hand, with broken hair and tattoos, running through the bushes three feet deep, jumping like flying.
Behind him, a white-fronted tiger with a head as big as a bushel and a body about ten feet long was chasing after him in a leisurely manner.
After only a few leaps, he was about to catch him. The savage screamed in surprise and was about to be killed by the tiger.
Suddenly I heard a voice: "Duh!"
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But it was Liu Qiao who took action at the critical moment, secretly causing the gods to hide in the void and capture the tiger.
Although the tiger has great strength, how can he defeat the gods? Ten gods still attack together, so he can only lie on the ground and whine like a kitten.
Liu Qiao walked out of the forest, looked at the colorful tiger lying on the ground and moaned, waved his hand and said: "Go...go, there are so many wild things in the mountains, why bother chasing people to eat..."
Immediately, the tiger felt its body loosen up, as if its confinement had disappeared. It jumped up and down in fright, but it did not dare to hunt again. Instead, it turned around and slipped into the bush and disappeared.
That savage-looking person has never seen Huang Ting's body and soul.
When Liu Qiao walked out, the tiger howled and avoided him, thinking it was a god appearing, and he quickly knelt down and knelt down to worship the god with a face full of enthusiasm.
"Not a savage?" Liu Qiao was confused when he saw him kneeling down and kowtow.
Seeing this man with broken hair and tattoos, wearing an animal skin skirt, and holding a bone knife in his hand, I thought he was a savage.
He quickly went up to help him up and asked, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes... yes, God!" the man said.
The voice was clear and crisp. Liu Qiao looked carefully and saw the delicate and tender cheeks under the hair that covered his face.
"female?"
"...Yes!" The man raised his head and said intermittently, as if he rarely spoke like this.
"Do you have a name?"
"...There is...a name...A-Qing..." said the girl who called herself A-Qing.
Liu Qiao was waiting to ask again when a sound suddenly came from the forest and he turned around to look.
Several men who were also dressed in rags, some were wrapped in wolf skins, or some were covered with coarse cloth, and had tattoos on their faces came out.
As soon as they saw A-Qing, they danced excitedly, ran up quickly, held A-Qing's hand, and babbling.
A-Qing was also ordinary, crying with joy as she communicated with those people, but they were all in Sanmiao language, and she had no idea what they said.
It turns out that this A-Qing is not unable to speak, but is not proficient in speaking the Central Plains dialect. She can speak dialects with these people very fluently.
Seeing Liu Qiao's confused face, A-Qing explained: "They...are...my...family..."
It turns out that A-Qing and these people were out hunting wild boars. A-Qing participated in hunting for the first time and got separated from her companions.
Then he happily introduced Liu Qiao to those people with broken hair and facial tattoos, talking and gesticulating for a while.
Then those people looked at Liu Qiao with enthusiasm, waved the bone weapons in their hands, and shouted: "Witch! Wu! Wu!"
Liu Qiao nodded with a smile. He estimated that these so-called witches were similar to the gods in the Central Plains. When these people heard about his Taoist skills, they thought they were gods.
However, it's pretty much the same.
"Please... Wu... come..." A-Qing said, meaning that Liu Qiao would go with them.
Liu Qiao asked: "Is there anyone at your place who can communicate with me?"
A-Qing frowned and thought for a long time before she understood what she meant. She nodded heavily and said, "There is... there is a witch!"
There is actually a Qi Refiner? Liu Qiao was stunned when he heard this.
After pondering for a moment, he agreed to follow them back for a look.
If there is a Qi practitioner, he must be knowledgeable. He can at least communicate skillfully and inquire about the situation in southern Xinjiang.
Following this group of people, they turned left and right in the forest and walked for about seven or eight miles. After crossing two ravines, they saw some signs of human habitation.
After walking up the mountain for another two or three miles, I saw a village halfway up the mountain. They were all in the style of stilted buildings, about several miles long and wide. There were people going in and out of the village gate.
These people are all dressed as barbarians. Most of them are wrapped in skins and linen. They are polishing bone tools, stones, or knitting linen in the village, which is quite leisurely.
When the people in the village saw A-Qing coming back, they all gathered around and asked. After a few vague words, A-Qing sent people to find the clan leader in the village.
After a while, a majestic man wearing a dental ring walked out of the crowd and touched A-Qing's head lovingly.
After listening to A-Qing tell what happened, he looked at Liu Qiao for a while and said a few words with respect.
A-Qing explained: "This is...the patriarch..."
Immediately, everyone led Liu Qiao into the stronghold, sat down in a slightly spacious room, and offered some preserved meat, wild fruits and the like, while the rest of the people retreated outside.
After waiting for tea, Liu Qiao felt something. He looked up and saw A-Qing leading a skinny old man wearing floral cloth, colorful clothes, and a black scarf on his head.
The old man's steps were stumbling, but there was a certain sparkle in his eyes. Liu Qiao took a quick look and knew that this old man was a practitioner of Taoism, but he probably had not cultivated his magic power, and was similar to Jiang Shang.
I think this old man in colorful clothes is the old witch that A-Qing mentioned.
Liu Qiao stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Liu Qiao, a poor Taoist Qi practitioner from Yanxia Cave in Jinshi Mountain, has met fellow Taoist..."
The old man in colorful clothes looked at Liu Qiao and quickly saluted him respectfully: "I don't dare to call you Taoist friend. Wuxi pays homage to the immortal."
It’s not easy to finally have someone who can talk fluently.
After the two of them sat down, Wu Xi said gratefully: "Thank you, Immortal, for saving the stubborn disciple..."
It turns out that A-Qing is the apprentice of this wizard, no wonder he can also speak some Chinese dialect.
Liu Qiao waved his hand and said, "It's easy to do it, it's not worth mentioning."
Then he asked: "I heard that there are streams, barbarians, Miao, etc. in southern Xinjiang, but I don't know who you are..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Oh... we are Miao. This area is thousands of miles away and there are forty-two villages, all of which are Miao people." Wu Xi replied.
"Forty-two villages?"
Wu Xi smiled and said: "Yes, if there are three thousand tribesmen and one thousand two hundred strong men, it will become a village, with a total of one hundred thousand Miao people."
Liu Qiao suddenly said: "I see, has that Taoist friend ever heard of Baiman Mountain and the Five Poison Cave?"
Wu Xi was stunned and asked without answering: "Where did the immortal hear about this?"
Seeing that Liu Qiao was silent and silent for a long time, Wu Xi said, "The way we practice is very different from that in the Central Plains. If we can use the power of gods to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, we are called witches."
After some explanations from Wu Xi, Liu Qiao suddenly realized that witches are messengers who can communicate with God.
But this god refers to the sky above, the earth below, and the people in the middle are witches.
In fact, it is very different from the art of cultivating immortals. Qi practitioners seek the Tao, and the Tao is also natural.
At this point, Wu Xi replied: "Baiman Mountain is not far from here. It is one of the holy places for sorcerers like us."
Liu Qiao hurriedly asked: "Where is the Five Poison Cave?"
"The Five Poison Cave is a place where wizards learn and pass on their magic. Many of the most powerful wizards practice their magic in the Five Poison Cave."
After Wu Xi finished speaking, he continued slowly: "In the Central Plains, it is called the Five Poison Cave Heaven, or the Sijian Cave Heaven. I and other sorcerers all learned their magic here."
Si Jian Cave Heaven? Liu Qiao was startled, remembering that Daode Zhenjun and Chang Long both talked about the Thirty-Six Cave Qi Refiners.
Each of the thirty-six holes has its own school of magic, which does not belong to the ranks of major religions, but each hole is equivalent to a force.
Among them is Gaizhushan Sijian Cave.
In other words, these people say they are sorcerers, but they are actually of the same lineage as Qi Refiners, and they are also the home base of Qi Refiners in Southern Xinjiang.
It would be difficult to deal with the corpse of the Yi in Sijian Cave.
You can't fight alone, just go to the door and kill him.
Liu Qiao was hesitant when Wu Xi asked: "The immortal has traveled thousands of miles and came from the Central Plains. I wonder what he has to do?"
He added: "If there are difficulties, although I am not talented, but I grew up here, there are also experts in the same way, who may be able to contribute a little bit."
Wu Xi thought that Liu Qiao was here to collect elixirs or hunt exotic animals. Considering that Liu Qiao had saved his apprentice, he was very enthusiastic.
"I don't have anything else to do. I just have been in seclusion for a long time. I want to travel around the world. I heard that Sijian Dafa is famous all over the world. I want to come and experience it..." Liu Qiao said vaguely.
Unexpectedly, Wu Xi felt as if he had eaten something sweet after hearing this. He smiled happily and said: "I don't want the Qi Refiners from the Central Plains to hear the name of my religion. It's just a false name, a false name..."
Liu Qiao asked with a smile: "How many masters like Taoist friends are there in your sect (Sijian Cave)?"
Wu Xi has no Tao Qi in his body, and has not refined any magic power. Instead, he has some ghostly aura, which belongs to the category of someone who has not yet entered the Tao but has magic power.
It is estimated that they are just some minor skills, such as exorcising gods and fighting ghosts. They can perform sacrifices for people in the village and treat minor illnesses, but they are not considered to be among the immortals.
So when Wu Xi heard this, he quickly waved his hands and said: "The immortal is joking, I am a good hand. If I were in Wudu Cave, the servants who make tea and pour water would be top-notch. There are not ten thousand, but eight thousand...
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Sure enough, if you haven't refined Dao Qi, no matter where you are, you are just carrying water, chopping firewood and doing odd jobs.
Wu Xi added: "On the other hand, there are not many people who truly fly into the sky and escape from the earth. There are only about ten of them, and they are all very famous in the south."
After hearing this, Liu Qiao understood clearly that the real Qi refiners in Sijian Cave were these ten or so.
I actually wanted to inquire more about the magical foundation of Si Jian Cave, but asking rashly seemed a bit presumptuous.
So he had to ask a few indirect questions, but Wu Xi was very cautious about teaching magic and would not reveal even half of it. Whenever this aspect came up, he would change the subject.
After chatting for a long time, the two of them had a very happy conversation, so Wu Xi invited Liu Qiao to stay in the village for a while and have a good time visiting southern Xinjiang before leaving.
Liu Qiao immediately agreed, but in his heart he was thinking about how to sneak to Wudu Cave and get the ancient corpse out.
When Wu Xi left, he said: "There are still more than a month left, and the heaven-sacrifice meeting will be held. The immortal is here just in time, so you can come with me to see it."
"The heaven-sacrifice meeting?"
Wu Xi smiled and said: "Yes, it will be held in Baiman Mountain, and all the wizards from the forty-two villages will go there."
After saying this, he ordered the young men in the village to serve Liu Qiao well, and then led A-Qing away.
Liu Qiao watched their backs go away and thought to himself: "Look at the evil energy on this old man. I guess Si Jianshan's magic is either to drive ghosts or to refine corpses."