Before Xu Dao could think too much, a burst of mist rushed into his face, followed by the neighing of cattle and horses in the distance, as well as the rich shouting of a man from the West.
Wow!
Just a hundred steps away from them, there was a group of people pulling cattle and horses through the white steaming Rehe.
Zhuang Bufan said: "Let's go! Brother Xu, we will go into the mountain and have a good time!" This man held the sword pouch in his hand, clamped the sword inside like a short stick around his waist, and waved to Xu Dao
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"Let's go!" Xu Dao quickly came back from his thoughts, patted the scabbard, and strode to follow the opponent.
Although the two of them restrained their auras and concealed their identities, they did not pretend to be mortals and walked into the snow-capped mountains. They were only a few feet away from each other. In an instant, they passed the convoy that was crossing the river and reached the foot of the snow-capped mountains first.
After all, the mountains are currently blocked by heavy snow, and the two or three people who can run rampant in the snowy mountains without relying on horses and horses are definitely not ordinary people.
When the convoy crossing the river saw the two men, they all raised their heads and looked over. None of them dared to look directly at them, so they quickly lowered their heads.
After crossing the river and arriving at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, Xu Dao saw an even hotter scene. There were people cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, stewing them in large pots, people drinking wine on the open air, drinking from wine bags, the smell of food, the smell of cattle and horses.
The breath also flows into the visitor's nose.
But compared with what Xu Dao saw on Sheshan Mountain, the scene before him seemed a bit chaotic and disorderly. Although there were many people, the traffic was chaotic, as if there were no rules.
It seemed that Zhuang Bufan was not here for the first time. He led Xu Dao directly past the surrounding troops and climbed to the numerous palaces on the snow-capped mountains.
As they got closer, some strange-looking people appeared in their eyes. They all wore red scarves wrapped around their heads and wore loose clothes. They were similar to what Zhuang Bufan was wearing now, but they looked like they were not giving birth.
There was no need for Xu Dao to ask, Zhuang Bufan took the initiative to explain: "These are shamans from the West. They can be regarded as practitioners, but the methods they practice cannot be said to be heretical."
"After some investigation, it seems that after the Mengzhao tribe moved to Wudu City, the remaining cultivators in the snowy mountains in the West gathered here and occupied this snowy mountain. Of course, there should also be something between the Mengzhao and them
It has a lot to do with it. After all, this place is the ancestral land of those Mengzhao guys, and it is impossible for outsiders to take over it for nothing..."
While Xu Dao listened to Zhuang Bufan's introduction, he looked at the strange-looking wizards without being too surprised.
Although Taoism is widely spread in this world, as long as those who practice it, whether they are orthodox or heretical, they all regard themselves as Taoists, but there are still other ways of practicing in places that are too remote.
For example, before the Shezhao tribe received enlightenment from the Taoist masters of the Tang Dynasty, they also followed the path of witchcraft and played with snakes and poisons. It was only after receiving the teachings of Taoism that they entered the Taoism from poisons and cultivated the side door of the poison path. There are still some in the tribe today.
Many barbaric habits remain.
Moreover, it is also said that the origin of Taoism is that it emerged from the shaman group in the wild tribes. The two have the same origin.
During the one or two years that Xu Dao spent cultivating quietly in the Taoist Palace, he not only strengthened his cultivation a lot, but also gained a lot in knowledge, which was far beyond the comparison of the casual cultivators of the past.
But even though he was mentally prepared, he was still surprised by the scenes that followed.
I saw the two of them walking straight ahead without directly revealing the foundation-building Taoist priest's cultivation. After a little effort, they entered the realm where the practitioners lived - the ghost market or mountain market.
Practitioners with fierce faces were coming and going. Some were dressed as shamans, some were dressed as Taoists, and some were dressed as strange people.
But what these people have in common is that they all have the raging red light of resentment above their heads, and the magical instruments they hold in their hands, wrapped around their waists, and hung around their necks are all made of human body materials.
Even magic weapons made from monster materials must be inlaid with one or two skulls as if for decoration. This is especially true for items such as banners and leather drums.
From time to time there will be people holding yellow or white skins in their hands and shouting along the street: "The skins newly harvested this year are smooth and smooth. They are perfect for casting spells and playing drums!"
This scene made Xu Dao frown slightly.
Although whether it is Baigu Mountain, Shezhao, or the ghost market in Wudu City, there are corpses or human souls for sale in the market, but they are all used for the purpose of refining corpses and refining ghosts, and they are usually not sold along the streets.
It is sold, and unless the quality of the material is really high, only a small number of Taoists buy and use it.
The vast majority of cultivators are still accustomed to using materials from monsters and beasts, as well as materials from heaven and earth.
The Xueshanfang City in front of him opened Xu Dao's eyes. He looked around and found that the use of personal objects to refine artifacts was the mainstream here.
Xu Dao couldn't help but sigh to Zhuang Bufan beside him: "It is really a barbaric witch, not like the Central Plains."
However, he couldn't comment too much. Although the cultivators around him all had grievances and were definitely not kind, they still had rules among themselves. Their behavior was vulgar, which was a bit vulgar, but they were not likely to kill people in the street or mutilate them.
Get materials.
Zhuang Bufan sighed in agreement: "After all, it is a desolate place and there is a lack of resources, so we can only tear apart the bones and squeeze out the oil."
He also said with a smile: "I heard that in the West, the best thing a master passes on to his disciples is the muscles, bones, flesh and blood that have been tempered for a lifetime. Even if the master is a disciple, he still has to pull out some bones from it even if it is burned to ashes.
Use rubbish.”
During the conversation, the other party had already led Xu Dao to the largest wine room in the palace complex.
The whole wine room is made of white stone. The surface is crystal clear, just like ice cubes, but the inside is steaming and there are piles of fire pits.
Groups of Western monks gathered among them, eating meat and drinking wine. The meat was fragrant and extremely tempting.
The two walked into it and chose a fire pit on the side, where they could look down at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and the more continuous snow-capped mountains in the distance.
As soon as they sat down, a man came over carrying a freshly killed monster, and a plump Western woman carried a silver pot and poured drinks for the two of them.
Not long after, the sound of meat being cooked on the barbecue began to sizzle!
Xu Dao sat on the snowy mountain, eating animal meat and drinking milk wine with a unique flavor. Then he took a few glances at the ice and snow outside the wine room, with the white tide rolling in. He suddenly felt that it was something special.
Although it was not the feeling of being out of the world, it still gave him a unique sense of detachment and pleasure.
Zhuang Bufan sat cross-legged across from him and kept toasting to him: "Brother Xu, let's go and eat. Let's have a taste of the beauties from the West. They are much better than those in Wudu City!"
Xu Dao naturally accepted everyone who came, and suddenly felt that the rush of rushing around was relieved.
After eating to their heart's content and both of them were tipsy, they climbed up from the fire pit in a drunken state, and were led by the West Country woman carrying the pot into the depths of the wine room.
Passing through a long open-air corridor, it was windy and snowy outside, but it was even hotter and muggier inside, as if it was coming to the dog days of summer.
Sure enough, patches of white gas appeared in front of them, emerging from the ground like white flowers. There was a gurgling sound of water inside, and they were hot springs.
Before Xu Dao could speak to Zhuang Bufan, the other party nodded to him half drunkenly and half clear, and then threw himself into a cloud of white air, and there was a burst of water.
Xu Dao thought it was just for bathing after eating, so he randomly picked a hot spring pit and walked into the white air.
He was tentatively stepping on the stone steps in the pit, when suddenly two pairs of soft little hands stretched out from them, touching his feet with water, gently scratching the soles of his feet, and there was a laughter like silver bells.
Because he was drinking and having fun, and he had checked the surroundings early, Xu Dao was not always vigilant, so he felt a little surprised.
I saw two graceful women emerging from the hot spring, looking at Xu Dao with their eyes white. They were talking and laughing, like lotuses emerging from the water, which was quite stunning.
What made Xu Dao raise his eyes even more was that the two of them were covered in white jade, with the top and bottom white.
There is no hair on the top, and it is as tender as a newly peeled chicken. It is pure and holy, but its elegant eyebrows and charming face give people a unique and novel feeling.