After eating, the two started to hit the road, heading north, not very fast. Sitting on Fugui's back, Ye Xiaochuan kept comparing the geographical atlas of mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang.
Yun Qiyou said: "Aren't we going to join Li Daodao and others? They are in the east. Why have we been flying north? Where are we going?"
Ye Xiaochuan pointed at a red dot on the map and said: "This place is less than a thousand miles away from us. Let's go see an old friend."
"Old friend? Who is it?"
Yun Qiyou was suspicious for a while. This place is in the west of Southern Xinjiang. What kind of friends would there be here?
Ye Xiaochuan smiled mysteriously and said: "A witch from the Demon Cult."
Yu Linglong's belly is getting bigger and bigger, but she is a cultivator and has a strong constitution. Even if she jumps up and down, it is difficult to injure the fetal air.
During this period of time, her life was very ordinary. She collected Qi every morning, and then started sewing clothes for her unborn child. She had already finished the five-bat shirt, and now she started sewing a pair of cute tiger-head shoes.
The embroiderers from Jiangnan in the Middle Kingdom are better at needlework. The women in southern Xinjiang are not very good at this. Yu Linglong has never been a female prostitute before. She has been taught by several eldest girls and young ladies in the village for a long time before she can be considered a master.
She found some ways. She was very luxurious and used almost all gold and silver threads. There are a lot of these things in Southern Xinjiang, especially silver threads. You can get as much as you want. The five tribes in Southern Xinjiang are full of silver. Those in Southern Xinjiang
The hat on the little girl's head had several pounds hanging on it.
Heavy silver jewelry, so there is no shortage of gold and silver in southern Xinjiang. Recently, in addition to raising babies, she has another job, which is to monitor Yang Juaner and Gu Qingyu, the two remnants of the Thousand Faces Sect.
She found out the day after she was brought here, but she didn't show up to tell the truth.
Keep an eye out in secret to prevent these two from causing trouble here.
Gu Qingyu no longer has anything to worry about, his arms were chopped off, and it will be difficult to recover his cultivation, and he has become a disabled person.
That Yang Juaner is the focus of Yu Linglong's care.
Since Yu Linglong became pregnant with the child and Li Qingfeng was scared away again, she has been holding a fire in her heart. She is unhappy, and naturally she will not let others live comfortably.
Although she did not show up to meet Yang Juaner, secretly, Yu Linglong gave Yang Juaner a lot of "care".
So much so that in just a few days, Yang Juan'er had been changed hands several times. Last night, another guerrilla squad passed by, and Yu Linglong secretly stuffed three strong men into Yang Juan'er's wooden house.
Tu warriors.
Early this morning, the three warriors left with satisfaction, but Yang Juaner had a hard time even walking.
Dragging her tired body and having to take care of Gu Qingyu's food and daily life, Yang Juaner looked a lot worse.
Gu Qingyu sat outside Yang Juan'er's wooden house. Every time a man spent the night in Yang Juan'er's wooden house, he would sit outside the house.
It was like a dragon being tricked by a shrimp in the shallows, a tiger being bullied by a dog. In the past, he would have killed whoever he wanted. As long as the magic weapon was pressed, the heads of these mortals would be cut off, and then he would skillfully peel off the other person's head.
Shameless.
However, now he is suffering abuse and humiliation from these mortals every day.
Maybe this is retribution.
More than half a year ago, Ye Xiaochuan and others entered Southern Xinjiang. They once discovered traces of the Thousand Faces Gate in the ruins of the ancient shaman tribe in Tenggela Mountain in the hinterland of Southern Xinjiang. Deep in the cave, they also found a place covered with countless human heads.
The finished altar.
Those heads were all the people of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang who were brutally killed by the Qianmian Sect in order to practice the art of disguise.
Nowadays, Gu Qingyu is like a cripple because his arms were cut off. He is beaten by the warriors of the five tribes all day long. Even the women will kick him a few times and look down on this free-loading Chinese.
And Yang Juaner's end was not good, especially during this period, she was secretly taken care of by Yu Linglong. She didn't know how many men she had been ruined, and she had already become numb.
He brought a bowl of rice porridge and fed it to Gu Qingyu with a spoon. Gu Qingyu knocked the porridge bowl to the ground as soon as he stretched out his legs.
He said coldly: "Don't worry about me, dirty." Yang Juaner sat on the ground a little tiredly, reaching out to pick up the broken pieces of the porridge bowl. She said slowly: "Qingyu, I know you look down on me.
I, I also want to die, but if I die, who can take care of you? We are thousands of faces
Disciples of the sect, we are cultivators. One day, we will break through the restriction of Qi in our body, and then I will kill everyone who has ever bullied me."
Gu Qingyu said hoarsely: "Have you finished killing me?"
Yang Juaner's face showed pain. Gu Qingyu was her only excuse to survive. She thought Gu Qingyu could understand her humiliation and burden, but Gu Qingyu still broke her heart with every word.
Yu Linglong, who had a big belly, wore a cloth hat and a cloth scarf on her face, had wandered past them three times, listening to the conversation between the two, and felt very happy.
She decided that when guerrillas came next time, she would stuff seven strong men into Yang Juaner's wooden house. She would not stop until Gu Qingyu was angry to death and Yang Juaner was tortured to death.
Seeing that the relationship between the brothers and sisters was getting more and more tense, Yu Linglong caressed her tall belly and left with satisfaction.
When it was almost noon, Yu Linglong, who was sewing tiger-head shoes in the wooden house, heard a commotion outside and immediately walked out. In the sky to the south, an ice bird with wings spread more than ten feet appeared in the sky.
There were two young people, a man and a woman, sitting on the ice bird, flying towards the camp. Yu Linglong's beautiful eyes were wandering, and she took a closer look at the man and woman on the ice bird's back, and there was something interesting about it.
outside.
"Ye Xiaochuan? Yun Qiyou? Why are they here?"
This camp is located in the strategic rear area. After several months of gathering, there are already hundreds of thousands of old, weak, women and children, and the camp area has exceeded 20 miles in radius.
With so many women and children living here, there are naturally many white-robed wizards. Immediately, a dozen white-robed wizards flew into the air and intercepted the beautiful ice bird.
There were two white-robed wizards who had participated in the Battle of Five Poison Valley, and they immediately recognized Ye Xiaochuan.
The owner of the Pluto Flag, the Bladeless Sword God Ye Xiaochuan, is the figure who now leads all the ethnic groups in Southern Xinjiang. He is very famous among the five ethnic groups and foreign races in Southern Xinjiang. Several victories in Southern Xinjiang were all under the leadership of Ye Xiaochuan.
Obtained under the command of Ye Xiaochuan. In the past half month since Ye Xiaochuan's disappearance, Southern Xinjiang has suffered heavy losses and has not achieved any good results. Now everyone is following Ye Xiaochuan's set of guerrilla warfare and
Tactical theory of mobile warfare.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's arrival, the white-robed wizards were overjoyed and greeted Ye Xiaochuan in broken Chinese language. Seeing Ye Xiaochuan greeting the white-robed wizards enthusiastically, Yun Qiyou was a little surprised. This place was so far away from the battlefield.
Thousands of miles away, I didn’t expect that so many people knew Ye Xiaochuan and were very respectful to him. Is Ye Xiaochuan’s reputation really great in southern Xinjiang?
