After finishing some chores, Xu Dao and Zhuang Bufan went straight to the west.
The two of them kept running day and night, and every time they could see the setting sun melting into gold, the sunset glow all over the sky, and the mountains and sky blending into one.
As they got closer and closer to the west, Xu Dao obviously noticed that the terrain was getting higher and higher, and the inhabited places they passed by became increasingly sparse. From time to time, they could still see the tops of the mountains becoming whiter, instead of being green and pale.
On this day, Xu Dao then looked at a pure white mountaintop and thought to himself:
"If it is as rumored, this land in the far west is thousands of feet high and has a cold and changeable climate. From time to time, there will be heavy snow in the sky, as big as goose feathers, as if the sky is falling."
Nearly half a month has passed since he and Zhuang Bufan killed the red and green evil spirits. Along the way, they crossed many mountains and were already tens of thousands of miles away from Wu Capital City. The distance they covered can be said to be as long as most of Dao's life.
The best ever.
Fortunately, the two of them have arrived at the far west, and their hurried journey has come to an end.
After looking at the snow-capped mountains, Xu Dao stopped his gaze and continued to control his sword energy. He followed Jia Zhuang Bu Fan and followed him to the destination.
But after Zhuang Bufan saw the snow-capped mountain, his movements slowed down. Before Xu Dao could ask, the other party used his spiritual consciousness to say:
"Fellow Taoist Xu, you have had a hard journey this way. Let's go. I will take you to have some fun and wash away the dust on your body."
After Zhuang Bufan finished speaking, he controlled the blue-purple sword light, turned erratically, and flew towards the snow-capped mountain that appeared in their eyes.
Xu Dao was a little surprised when he heard what the other party said, but he was in a hurry all the way. Even though he didn't feel tired because of his advanced cultivation, he did feel monotonous.
Since the other party planned to take a break for a while, he naturally had no choice but to bow his head in a distant manner and use his spiritual consciousness to reply: "Good."
Not long after, the two of them turned around and arrived behind the snow-capped mountains.
A complex palace appeared in their eyes. It was renovated from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. It seemed like a long snake entwining the entire snow-capped mountain. It was very majestic and spacious.
However, Xu Dao looked at them with his spiritual eyes and vaguely noticed that these palaces were a bit old and dilapidated. Even if there were a few spiritual lights on them, they still couldn't hide the cold and empty feeling above.
On the contrary, at the foot of this snow-capped mountain palace, there are groups of people and horses gathered together. In the ice and snow, there is a crystal river flowing around the foot of the mountain below, steaming with white steam. It seems that it is not an ordinary river.
When he came close, Xu Dao restrained his aura without waiting for Zhuang Bufan's instructions.
Zhuang Bufan on the other side did the same thing, and he also took out a set of colorful clothes from his sleeve pocket. The style was not Taoist robes, and it was very different from the customs in the Central Plains area.
When Zhuang Bufan finished dressing up, he suddenly changed from a Taoist priest with a good temperament to a heretic with a strange aura.
"This place is a small city that enters the far west. Not only the mortals gather there, but it is also the foothold of Taoists traveling from the southwest. It is unavoidable to attract people's attention, so it is better to cover it up."
Zhuang Bufan took care of it himself and persuaded Xu Dao: "My fellow Taoist, why don't you also change your appearance? Pindao happens to have a set of clothes from the Mengzhao tribe here. Do you need it, my fellow Taoist?"
Xu Dao had a thought in his mind: "It turns out that this man is wearing the clothes of the Mengzhao tribe." He thought the other party's suggestion was very good, but he was not prepared to accept the clothes in the other person's hands.
In front of Zhuang Bufan, Xu Dao stood in mid-air, mobilizing all the muscles and bones in his body, causing his figure to suddenly grow a foot taller, and his muscles grew, and he instantly turned into a tall and tall man with thick arms and round waist.
He then rubbed his face, put away his Taoist robe, took out an animal skin jacket and put it on his body. His temperament was even weirder, and it matched the vast snow-capped mountains around him.
Xu Dao also controlled the cuttlefish sword weapon on his body to change its shape. In a few breaths, the cuttlefish sword also changed its appearance and turned into the shape of a long knife.
In this way, Xu Dao also transformed from a graceful young Taoist into a snow-capped mountain swordsman with a vulgar and arrogant temperament.
After the two people changed their faces, they looked at each other and smiled. They no longer bowed their hands, but clapped their weapons together and rushed towards the snow-capped mountain palace.
Entering a few miles outside the foot of the mountain, Xu Dao instantly felt a rush of hot air, as if he had broken into a formation. However, he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness and found no traces of the formation. On the contrary, there was something underground. Small underground rivers are surging, intertwined like human blood.
At this time, Zhuang Bufan explained in time, which made Xu Dao understand.
It turns out that this place is not without formations, but this formation is not entirely driven by spiritual energy. Instead, it draws heat from the underground magma, burns the river water, and causes it to gush out, forming a hot river surrounding the foot of the mountain.
Moreover, the small underground river that appears in Xu Dao's spiritual consciousness is branched off from the Rehe River and covers the land for several miles, so that even though it is surrounded by heavy snow, ice and snow, the mud is still soft and can survive.
"This mountain is the ancestral land of the Mengzhao tribe. It is said that the underground Jehol River once spread hundreds of miles around, making it the 'Western Hothouse'. Therefore, the Mengzhao tribe unified the snow-covered passes."
Zhuang Bufan explained aloud and sighed: "After all, the climate in this ghost place is so changeable that even monks can freeze to death in the mountains."
"Hey, this hilltop is the ancestral land of the Mengzhao tribe?" Xu Dao suddenly became interested when he heard these words.
He once again went to the top of the snow-capped mountain and looked over. He found that although there was spiritual energy on the mountain and it was not an ordinary mountain, the spiritual energy was thin and not rich at all. It gave off a sense of brokenness from the inside out.
This was not the first time Xu Dao encountered this situation. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise:
"Since this is the ancestral land of Mengzhao, why is the spiritual energy so low? Could it be that... the spiritual veins in this mountain were taken away?"
When Zhuang Bufan heard what he said, he was suddenly surprised: "Taoyou is so knowledgeable that he immediately guessed that the spiritual veins in this mountain had been taken away by someone."
After receiving the other party's confirmation, thoughts surged in Xu Dao's mind.
It is said that Sheshan Mountain, where the Shezhao Tribe was located, had extraordinary spiritual energy. The mountaintop was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the atmosphere was extraordinary. However, after the spiritual veins in the mountain were taken away, the entire mountaintop was in ruins.
Although it is still a bit strange, it has been reduced to the list of ordinary mountains and is no longer magical. And the situation of the "Mengzhao Ancestral Land" that appeared in front of Xu Dao was not much different from that of the ruined Sheshan Mountain.
He was thinking in his mind, pretending to be surprised and asked:
"How come the Mengzhao ancestral land, which is so good, has its spiritual veins taken away, and the Mengzhao tribe doesn't care about it?"
Hearing this question, Zhuang Bufan said casually: "That was hundreds and thousands of years ago. The real Mengzhao tribe had already moved away from this place and went to the shores of Erhai Lake to enjoy their lives. How could such poor people still survive?
Were they concerned about it? His spiritual veins were naturally taken away and moved to Wu Capital City."
"If I hadn't spent a lot of effort to collect information about the Far West, I wouldn't have known about this matter."
This answer made Xu Dao a little surprised. He did not expect that the reason why Mengzhao's ancestral land was ruined was that Mengzhao abandoned it on his own initiative. But if he thought about it carefully, this reason made sense.
After all, the land in the far west is not only sparsely populated, but also does not have much material for cultivation. Living in this kind of land, whether for mortals or monks, is far inferior to the "natural treasures" in the hinterland of the Wu Kingdom.
If there was a better choice, few people would be willing to live here. Moreover, after Meng Zhao entered the hinterland of Wu State, he became one of the six imperial edicts of Wu State. The population under his command was tens of millions, comparable to that in the snow-capped mountains.
It's much happier to be domineering.
The two talked in detail, and Zhuang Bufan also commented: "If Meng Zhao really refuses to extract his spiritual veins and goes to Wudu, I am afraid that there will be no Meng Zhao branch among the five imperial edicts of the Wu Kingdom."
He sneered: "The Wuzhao tribe is just five bereaved dogs."
There was a profound meaning in these words. Xu Dao asked directly, and he immediately knew that except for Mengzhao, the other four tribes had also abandoned their ancestral land and were enjoying wealth and honor in the city of Wu.
This made Xu Dao raise his eyebrows slightly:
"In this case, it is not true that the Mengzhao and other tribes abandoned their ancestral land, but they may have been forcibly moved to the hinterland of the Wu Kingdom... Then how to explain the Shezhao lineage?"
If the Shezhao Taoist priests hadn't destroyed their home, the Shezhao ancestral land would probably be able to thrive for thousands more years, and there would still be opportunities dormant under the ancestral land.
Compared with the five imperial edicts in Wudu City, this situation does not seem to be shabby and desolate, but full of vitality and great potential.
The relaxation is over and things are settled.
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