The witch ignored his nonsense and only looked at the monks.
"What's going on? The grassland has turned into a sieve? Can a small foundation building sneak in easily?"
One of the sorcerers is responsible for communication between Wolf Valley and the mortal tribes, and knows more about the situation.
"This person is a traveling businessman. You know that after the grassland opened in recent years, there have been many such businessmen. In view of the need to maintain friendly and good-neighborly relations, it is not easy for us to verify them one by one! It is just a rough registration.
The disciple suddenly remembered that just yesterday, a Central Plains person who was teaching here fled back to the Central Plains. I know this person, and I don’t know if there is any relationship between them?"
"Central Plains people? Teach? Since he is a mortal, what does it matter whether he can leave or not?" The witch frowned. He basically ignored the affairs of the tribe. It was too trivial and delayed his practice.
So the sorcerer explained that after all, the number of people in the grasslands was very small, and there was no comparison with the Central Plains. Each sorcerer was responsible for a clan, and the monks had a strong memory, so they could basically not miss any personal information; Fang Zihui was in the Tushu Clan.
He is considered a moderate celebrity, so it is normal for wizards to have an impression of him.
The witch was a little angry, "Oh? From this point of view, there is no doubt that they are a group. One ran away and the other stole the child. He just didn't want the child to receive the education of my grassland witch!
Hum, Black Deer God, no matter what tribe your parents come from, as long as they are born in our grassland, they are the descendants of the grassland! They have the obligation to inherit the glory of the grassland!
I want to see what kind of stubborn person this teacher is! After marrying a woman from my grassland and enjoying the treatment of my grassland, you can be forgiven for not forgetting your identity as a Central Plains person after more than ten years.
Now they don’t even want to admit their children?
Is it possible that our grassland is hell? It is really hell, what are you doing here?"
A group of people flew in the air, carrying the ice guest, and flew towards the Tushu tribe; this was not the whim of the witch. In recent years, a trend of extravagance has indeed spread in the grasslands. With the improvement of living conditions, it has brought
It must also be a trend of enjoyment, which is a disease of human beings.
It is precisely because of this that people who endure hardships and practice witchcraft have become less enthusiastic than before. Although there has not yet been any confrontation, escape, or resistance, it will only be a matter of time when the trend becomes popular. Especially some children from wealthy families are not very fond of death.
Those who have a high rate of becoming witches are afraid of becoming witches, and some even go to the Central Plains to escape in the name of being merchants. Once they come back, they will naturally not look for them again as soon as they are over the age.
This evil trend must be stopped! He was looking for an excuse in the first place, but since the Central Plains teacher jumped out on his own, he wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation to scare the monkeys!
The group of people quickly arrived at the camp of the Tushu Tribe. The clan leader and a group of nobles came over after hearing the news, including Fang Zihui, who was tied up and beaten beyond recognition.
Although he has been in the grassland for more than ten years, in terms of horseback skills, he is still not as good as an authentic grassland man.
Although he has a low reputation in the grassland, he is not from the grassland after all. So what if he is a grassland person? The lower-class herdsmen do not have that much awareness of the overall situation. They are the most easily provoked people. As long as someone stirs up trouble, they are the most impulsive.
cannon fodder!
The witch looked at him and said coldly: "Do you know this monk? Did you persuade him to go to Wolf Valley to steal children?"
Although completely unrecognizable, Fang Zihui's consciousness was still clear, "I don't recognize him!"
He does not want to implicate others. This is his last pride as a scholar. If there is a trial, let it be done to him alone!
The Shangwu snorted coldly. It was very simple to know what this mortal was really thinking. In fact, he was very sure. It could be seen from the eye contact between the two of them when they met!
The reason why I ask is to let him say it in front of hundreds of grassland people who are watching! Only in this way can it shock people's hearts!
Then he turned to Bingke and said, "It seems like you don't recognize him either?"
Bingke laughed, a mere mortal could be so strong in front of a foreign race, how could he, a monk, be worse?
"I know your stuffed legs! As long as any Central Plains person doesn't want to, I have an obligation to help them! This is Xuanyuan's responsibility!"
Hearing that he had bad breath, the sorcerer next to him hit him hard on the abdomen, almost shattering his Dantian.
The witch's expression remained unchanged. Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator couldn't possibly give in. It had been like this for tens of thousands of years. Even the most cowardly person would behave the same after entering the magic door, so there was no point in his lazy persuasion.
"If you break into a forbidden area without permission, you will be punished! This is the iron law of the world of cultivation! Xuanyuan can't say anything!"
Bingke spat out the blood in his mouth, knowing that he might not be able to survive this time. There were many reasons, but he never thought about it because of his own strength. He just felt that if he had become a master earlier, he would definitely not be able to survive.
so!
But he refused to lose his momentum and said, "It doesn't matter! But it's a matter of taking one step first and one step after another! I'll go down there and take a good place for you first. Don't worry, you will thank me when we meet again!"
This kind of intimidation cannot suppress Prairie Wu Zhu. After tens of thousands of years, even during the most difficult period, he was almost exterminated by Xuanyuan, but his spine has never softened! Not to mention the death threat from a mere small foundation?
He looked at Fang Zihui again, "You are the only one returning? Why don't you bring your family with you?"
Fang Zihui's face turned pale. He had long lost the desire to survive. He only felt that his life was an incomparable failure. He was ashamed of his parents when he was young, and he was ashamed of his wife and children as an adult. The only way to maintain his pride was to shoulder all the responsibilities.
On oneself.
"It's just me! My wife doesn't agree! She thinks this is the glory of the Black Deer God, otherwise I wouldn't go alone!"
The witch said warmly: "For mortals, especially scholars, I am willing to give you another chance!
Change your mind and sincerely believe, and your children will always serve the great God!
Then, I can forget everything you have done! Life will be as normal, and you can continue to spread your knowledge without harming your family. This monk who took action for you will not die for you!
Are you willing?"
Fang Zihui's eyes swept across everyone's faces, not even lingering on Bing Ke's face. Everyone has his own persistence. He has it, and I think this Taoist also has it. He has heard too many stories about Xuanyuan since he was a child.
, how could this witch deceive him?
Xuanyuan sword cultivator will not let others decide his own destiny! Even if you have good intentions!
"I do not want to!
The people of the Snow Mountains will not believe in the gods of the grassland! I have never even believed in the gods of Xuanyuan, how dare you, the wild gods and wandering immortals, to talk about it!
Scholars only believe in truth, only engage in learning, and do not respect ghosts and gods!"
