The old man's face was filled with panic and fear. He looked at Xu Luo stupidly and muttered some barbarian slang.
He was simply quite smart and didn't dare to speak too loudly.
"I'm counting to three. If you continue to pretend not to understand, I'll cut off your head and go to the mountain barbarian leader!"
Unexpectedly, Xu Luo had no patience at all.
Before the old man could recover, he opened his mouth and spit out one word: "Three!"
The wooden crutch whizzed over, and all the panic in the old man's eyes dissipated, and he roared in a strange tone.
"I can!"
The heavy wooden crutch stopped at his temple in an instant, and the strong wind brought by it blew several black hair to the ground.
The old man didn't dare to move any more, and the cold sweat on his forehead left traces on his dark face.
After a long while, he said in shock.
"Ferocious Dayan people, just ask whatever you want to know! As long as Shanma knows, he will definitely..."
Having said this, he paused, thought for a moment, and then said in an uncertain tone: "Well, I can't say enough!"
Now, I am quite knowledgeable!
Xu Luo was too lazy to pay attention to his little thoughts.
It has been more than 600 years since the founding of Dayan. Even if these barbarians refuse to surrender, they will still live on the land of Dayan.
How could a great wizard of the ethnic group like the old man not know the language of Dayan? Just like the Indian chief of the Great Beautiful Country in later generations, he must be able to speak bird language very well.
Xu Luo thought for a while, then stared into the old man's eyes with his sharp and cold eyes.
Until he could no longer hold on, Xu Luo suddenly took out a piece of paper with a pattern of black lotus seeds and held it in front of his eyes.
"Where are the black lotus seeds?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body trembled subconsciously.
Xu Luo had a sneer on his face and leaned on the wooden crutch on the ground.
Suddenly he seemed to be a different person. He politely asked the old man to sit down and talk. He had already asked the most crucial news.
Seeing the confident look on Xu Luo's face, the old man thought about it and understood, and slumped on the wooden chair dejectedly.
Xu Luo looked at the surrounding walls, decorations, the Imperial Master's armchair, the square table, the desk, and a few books on the wall shelves.
If he has never dealt with the Dayan people, could it be that this old man also traveled through time?
After a while, seeing that the old man had regained some of his energy, Xu Luo repeated it coldly.
"Where do black lotus seeds come from?"
The old man looked at him fearfully and sighed.
"The black lotus seeds you want, I call them magic fruits, are not owned by the clan, but came from the warriors who wanted to return to the mountains to hunt.
By the time I discovered its magic, the warriors had already sold several of them to foreign merchants!"
Xu Luo's eyes lit up. Since the old man noticed something unusual, he must have hidden something private.
He didn't say anything, but looked at the old man as if he had everything under control.
After a while, Old Man Shan pointed helplessly towards the wooden frame beside the wall.
Xu Luo pushed the wooden frame a few times, then suddenly stopped all movements, and the wooden crutch suddenly stabbed a strange pattern on the wall.
Squeak, a strange spiritual shock swarmed out.
But before he could attack Xu Luo, the pattern had been destroyed by the wooden crutch.
A rat-like scream sounded in the tree house, and the attack disappeared instantly.
Xu Luo looked back at the pale old man and continued to push the wooden frame.
After a clicking sound, a hidden compartment at the back was revealed. The most conspicuous ones were three passion wood boxes.
When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with black lotus seeds.
Xu Luo temporarily controlled Wu Shengzhu's desire to devour it, then walked to sit down next to the old man and persuaded him in a gentle voice.
"Tell me everything about Black Lotus Seed, and don't force me to kill someone!
The children in the tribe are all strong and cute. The world is so beautiful. I really hope they can all grow up!"
The old man shuddered, the anger rising from the bottom of his heart instantly destroyed all reason, and he stared at Xu Luo's handsome face.
This is what he fears most!
But when he saw Xu Luo's still indifferent smile, his dark pupils were like ancient wells without any fluctuation.
All his courage and anger disappeared instantly, and he begged with a hoarse voice.
"The children are innocent, please show your respect! Shanma will definitely tell the truth and tell everything he knows."
Xu Luo nodded and just looked at him quietly.
Shanma understood that if his next answer did not satisfy the people in front of him, many people in the clan would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly began to talk.
A few decades ago, the Xiangma tribe and Lao He's Fengye tribe were both mature barbarians.
They live at the junction of the Huanjian Mountains and the plains. They rely on hunting and exchanging some food with the farmers down the mountain, so they can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing.
No, it should be said that among the mountain barbarians, they belong to the group of people who got rich first.
However, those who benefit the most from trading with the Dayan people are the weak ones who are flexible in mind and weak in body and cannot adapt to the hunting life in the forest.
One day, the previous generation of wizards in the clan claimed to have received a decree from the gods.
Natural disasters have enveloped the earth, messengers of the gods are about to come, and all order will be repeated.
In order to avoid these disasters, the Xiangma people need to hide in the mountains and wait until the day when the gods come to the world.
At that time, most of the Xiangma tribe had begun to be naturalized, and some young people were even accustomed to finding food and doing business on the Yan people's territory.
When the old mage issued this order, it almost meant giving up these people. Of course, it was impossible for everyone to agree.
Then a massacre began.
After being cleansed, the Xiangma tribe completely returned to ignorance and tradition, and entered the deep mountains and old forests.
According to the tradition of the Xiangma tribe, children are the hope of everyone and the future of the tribe. Killing and fighting are only matters for adults.
No matter which side is the winner, the child will not be given up.
In this way, the slaves whose parents were still staying in Dayan were also taken into the mountains.
As soon as you hear this name, you will know that his father, Shansang, was a naturalized person and was one of the people who needed to be cleansed.
But Shansang's identity is not simple.
He is a candidate for the next generation of Xiangma clan's great wizard, and he has been extremely intelligent and talented since he was a child.
Not to mention these barbarians, even among the young people of Dayan, they are still the best type of people.
I don’t know whether they had noticed it early or the news was leaked. During the great change, Shansang and his wife did not stay in the tribe and they luckily escaped.
Since then, the slave has been completely separated from his parents and grew up alone.
If there are no accidents, there is a high probability that when the slave becomes an adult, he will find a mountain barbarian to marry and have children, and then live an ordinary life.
But God did not follow people's wishes, and an accident occurred.
The slave who was still only fifteen years old became more and more beautiful, just like the dewdrops in the morning sun, pure and flawless, shining brightly.
What's more important is that in the deep mountains and old forests, like the Yan people, she grew a satiating food, a kind of black lotus seeds.
What does this mean? The mountain barbarians who don't even have enough to eat every winter understand the meaning best.