People are full of greed, so there are businessmen.
Businessmen are the purest group of people in the world. As long as they are alive, they will figure out how to make money and conduct trade.
After the people on horseback conquered the wasteland of the Far West, they became slave owners in the Far West. They missed the luxurious life of their ancestors and wanted to use Middle-earth ceramics and wear Middle-earth silks.
So they dismounted their war horses and began to build ships. Every year, large ships came from the far west to the coast of Middle-earth to trade with the Western Sea in the west of the Western Region.
These large ships not only brought rhinoceros horns, gold, ivory, agate, diamonds and other luxury goods unique to the far west, but also brought many black-skinned slaves. Therefore, these Kunlun slaves can often be seen in Middle Earth and the Western Regions.
Especially in the Western Regions, Kunlun slaves can be seen in every city-state. News of the human alliance spread to the wild lands of the far west. The group of slave owners from the east felt that their ancestors had ridden war horses and fought with the six armies of the heavens.
The Storm Legion fought bloody battles, and the wolf nature in his body has not disappeared. He must
Follow your ancestors and walk on the road of glory. So I saw a lot of Kunlun slaves at the foot of Cangyun Mountain. The people who led these Kunlun slaves through the security check all had oriental faces, and they seemed to be monks. I guess they were all monks.
They are cultivators such as shamans and priests, and the true method they practice is not neutral.
The Tao, Demon and Buddha that is common among local cultivators is similar to the witchcraft in southern Xinjiang and the grasslands.
A short, fat little old man was waiting for the security check at the foot of the mountain, carrying a bamboo pole and cloth curtain.
He sneaked into the Kunlun slave team and chatted cunningly with a young man wearing colorful shaman costumes.
"You came from the wild land in the far west, right? How did you cross a territory of nearly 100,000 miles in a few months? How many Kunlun slave warriors did you bring here? Did you go by land or water?"
The young shaman shook his head, pointed to the sky, and said in a somewhat broken Chinese language: "No, no, let's fly, big ship, fly!"
It took the little old man a long time to figure out that these people came on a flying ship.
This kind of aircraft is not difficult to make. Isn’t it said in the world that that brat Ye Xiaochuan built a flying house out of golden nanmu in Death Lake? The principle is very simple. Through the spiritual power in the spiritual stone, the method is activated.
Array, so that the house can fly.
There are also wizards who practice witchcraft in the wild lands of the far west. It is not difficult to build some flying wooden boats.
He nodded and said: "No wonder you guys were able to come to Middle-earth within a few months. It turns out you flew here. I saw that this man has hundreds of Kunlun slaves. How about selling one to me?"
The young shaman thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, ten pieces of cloth, good cloth."
The little old man's eyes widened and he said: "Ten horses? Too expensive! Two horses!"
The young shaman shook his head and said: "No, no, we can't compete with eight horses. These are very powerful warriors!"
The business failed to go through. The young shaman insisted on eight horses, but the little old man only offered two, so the business failed.
Seeing those Kunlun slaves holding simple swords and wearing cloth in their pockets walking slowly past his eyes, the little old man felt very sorry.
If you buy one for yourself, you can help yourself fight and carry your luggage in the future, and you can feel more relaxed.
It's a pity that these shamans from the far west are too greedy. A Kunlun slave costs eight pieces of cloth. I am just a fortune teller and storyteller. It is difficult to make ends meet. How can I afford it?
A few months later, the old man regretted it. He should have bought a Kunlun slave at the foot of Cangyun.
If I bought the Kunlun slave, I wouldn't have to walk around the world with the loser who bankrupted me.
Of course, this is all a story for later.
After the sun completely set, it was the old storyteller's turn to go through the security check.
The disciples of the Cangyun Sect frowned when they saw a fat old man coming over who didn't know whether he was a storyteller or a fortune teller.
A young disciple of the Cangyun Sect stepped forward and stopped the old storyteller and said, "Old man, what are you doing?"
The old storyteller said: "Go up the mountain to watch the excitement. Isn't it tomorrow that the world will meet together?"
The Cangyun Sect disciple said: "Do you know how high it is from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain?"
The old storyteller grinned and said: "Thirteen thousand eight hundred and sixty-two feet." Disciple Cangyun said: "Since you know this, why are you here to cause trouble? Look at the people around you who are waiting to go up the mountain. They are all young and strong.
People of other races, or people of other races, you are so old, and with your physical strength, you will die of exhaustion before you can climb the mountainside.
Let's go back."
The old storyteller was unhappy and said, "Are you looking down on me? I am a cultivator, a senior, and an expert!"
Disciple Cangyun turned around and looked at the old storyteller, then he raised his hands and said, "So we are from the same sect. I wonder which sect your senior is an expert in?"
The old storyteller said proudly: "I have no school or sect, I am self-taught."
Disciple Cangyun said: "Cultivators all fly in the air. Only ordinary people walk up the stone steps from the foot of the mountain. If seniors are really cultivators, why don't they fly in the air and go up to the top of the mountain?" The old storyteller choked and said:
"Old... I want to see the Cangyun Mountain scenery along the way and appreciate this fairyland. Isn't it allowed? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Get out of the way. Didn't you see that it's already dark? It's delaying my tomorrow.
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Li, you can’t afford to suffer!”
Cangyun Sect attaches great importance to this human alliance, especially the security check. Everyone who enters the scope of Samsara Peak must be checked.
There were not enough disciples of the Cangyun Sect, so tens of thousands of people were drawn from the five sixty-three states in the south of the Yangtze River to be responsible for inspection and registration.
If this old storyteller wants to fool around, he will definitely not be allowed to do so.
The Cangyun disciple said: "If you can prove that you are a cultivator, I will let you go. You can fly one for me to see."
The old storyteller said: "A small skill like flying in the air is nothing. Besides, I am not a monkey. If I fly, wouldn't I be treated like a monkey by you?"
Disciple Cangyun said: "Old man, if you can't prove that you are a cultivator, then please go back. I won't let you go up."
The old storyteller argued with the Cangyun disciple for a long time. The Cangyun disciple became impatient and pushed him aside, allowing the people waiting to enter the mountain behind to come forward for questioning and inspection.
The old storyteller was furious and walked over step by step.
Cangyun's disciple was about to get angry when he suddenly saw that every step the old man took left a three-inch deep footprint on the hard stone slab.
His face changed greatly! These are the hardest granite polished slates. They have been walked by countless people and are very smooth. A pair of fleshy feet actually left deep footprints on them. The most terrible thing is that those
There are no cracks in the rock texture around the footprints, as if the rocks were melted with the soles of the feet.
