Lady Cultivator

The yellow sand is long, the scorching sun is hanging in the sky, and the wind from the west is whistling past. It is so dry that there is no moisture at all, and the heat is unstoppable.

Standing in the yellow sand and looking up, there is only a dazzling golden color and no other colors.

This is the Far West Desert, the place with the harshest climate in the sky. In the far north glacier, at least there are igloos to keep warm and clean water to drink, but in the far west, there is nothing but yellow sand and scorching sun.

Mo Tiange waved his sleeves, bringing up a gust of wind, but he didn't feel any coolness at all.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Will anyone live in this ghost place?"

You know, monks like them are immune to the cold and heat, but when they are in the yellow sand and look at this scene, their hearts will feel hot, let alone mortals?

Qin Xi was looking at an animal skin map. After a while, he put the map into the Qiankun Ring and said: "Of course there is none in the desert, but if we can find an oasis, we can find people."

"The people in the Deacon Hall said that oases can move, but this map is probably inaccurate." Among the jade slips given by the Deacon Hall, there was an ancient map, which was the desert map that Senior Xiao Zilan used when he came to the far west. Five thousand years have passed, and this map is no longer accurate. Before the two entered the desert, they obtained the current map at the nearby Xuanqingmen branch.

However, there are no resources in the remote places in the far west. The Xuanqingmen branch does not know much about the desert in the far west. This map is from several years ago.

"There is no way, let's look for it." Qin Xi also knew this, but the Jixi Desert was very unfamiliar to the Tianji monks, and there was no detailed information at all.

"Well, let's go."

The two of them flew into the wind, turned into escaping light, and flew deep into the desert.

Although the desert in the far west is very vast, for Yuanying monks, it only takes a day or two to make a full circle. However, there was a mirage in the desert, and the two of them were deceived several times. They were clearly close at hand, but after flying for a long time, they realized that it was just a phantom. The map was even more poorly marked, and neither of them could find any oasis.

On the second day, while flying in mid-air, they suddenly saw a caravan of camels on the desert, moving forward slowly like ants. The two were overjoyed and flew towards the caravan.

This camel team has hundreds of camels and thirty to fifty people. All of them are wearing loose white robes and white hats. They are very tall. Even the women are also very strong, with slightly dark skin and deep outlines.

Seeing Mo Tiange and Qin Xi falling from the sky, the camel team suddenly became commotion. The men in white robes shouted in a language they could not understand and knelt down to worship.

Mo Tiange and Qin Xi looked at each other, and Qin Xi said, "Who is your leader?"

No one answered.

He asked again, and then a man in white robe spoke up: "The little one...the little one is the leader."

The tone of the man in white robe was very strange, and it sounded unclear.

The jade slips given to them by the Deacon Hall mentioned that the people in the extreme west are called Xirong. The Xirong people have their own language. However, they also trade with people from Qin and Chu, so a small number of people can speak the same language as Tianji. language. This should be the case with this guy.

Seeing the panic of these white-robed men, Qin Xi smiled kindly and said warmly: "You don't have to be afraid. We just have something to ask and we won't hurt you."

Hearing this sentence, the man stammered: "I wonder...what is the need when the gods come? We...we will do our best."

"You guys should get up first." A group of people were kneeling on the hot sand, making Mo Tiange frown slightly.

The man looked at her and then at Qin Xi. Seeing that he had no objection, he thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you God, thank you God."

As he spoke, he stood up, turned around, waved his arms, and shouted loudly to the tribesmen in the language of Xirong.

When everyone stood up, the leader bowed and said, "Thank you God for your mercy. The people of Xirong... thank God for your mercy."

Qin Xi said: "Let me ask you, is there an oasis nearby, and where do you live?"

"Oasis?" The leader showed a look of joy and said one after another, "The two gods want to go to the oasis? The same goes for us. The oasis is not far from here, and we will arrive in about half a day. We live in Yimu, and after passing The oasis is here in two days."

Half a day, that’s really not far. Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange and saw that she had no objection, so he said, "In that case, you show us the way and we will take you to the oasis."

“It’s a man who bows repeatedly.

Qin Xi smiled slightly and held out Feiyun. The flying cloud grew in size and was thirty or forty feet long.

When these people in white robes saw the wonderful sight before them, they knelt down and kowtowed, calling them "gods of heaven".

Qin Xi ignored it, waved his sleeves, moved the entire camel team to Feiyun, and glanced at Mo Tiange. The two of them took these Xirong people and flew up.

A leader showed the way, and it only took two quarters of an hour to find the oasis.

This oasis is not big. There is a clear spring in the middle, and many tents are pitched around the clear spring. Seeing a group of people descending from the sky, crowds of people poured out of the oasis, kneeling down to worship and shouting in the language of Xirong.

Seeing this scene, the leader standing behind Mo Tiange and Qin Xi looked proud and said something loudly to these people.

A thin old man walked out of the crowd, also wearing a white robe and a white hat. He bowed respectfully to the two of them and said, "Xili kowtowed to the two gods. I wonder if the arrival of the two gods brought instructions from heaven?" This old man, He speaks much more fluently than the person on the other end.

Qin Xi said: "We are just passing by, you don't need to be polite."

"Yes, it is a great honor for the two gods to visit the oasis. Please accept the hospitality of the oasis." As he said this, the old man made a gesture of invitation.

Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange, who nodded lightly. They don't know much about the Far West, and they need to get exact information from the Xirong population.

At the invitation of the old man, the two entered a tent.

The tent is very spacious, and although it is simple, it still has a lot of daily necessities.

The old man asked the two of them to sit down, and a girl in white robe immediately served tea.

Mo Tiange lowered his head and saw that the green tea was not the tea they drank every day. It seemed to be some kind of juice.

The old man said: "This is our fairy tea from Xirong. Please drink it from the gods."

Mo Tiange hesitated for a moment, then saw Qin Xi picking up the teacup without any resistance and taking a sip, so she picked it up too.

This weird tea is very sweet in the mouth, with the fragrance of plants, and very refreshing.

Watching them both drink, the old man said: "Every rainy season, many fairy trees will grow in the desert. The sap of these fairy trees is fairy tea. In Xirong, fairy tea is only used to entertain distinguished guests."

"So that's it." Mo Tiange paused and asked, "What do you mean when you call God a god?"

The old man looked surprised: "Aren't the two descending from the sky gods?"

"..." Who knows if the gods of their Xirong people refer to immortal cultivators who can fly.

Mo Tiange did not answer, and then asked: "Does your oasis have a priest?"

The jade slip given by the Deacon Hall said that every tribe in Xirong has priests. Most of these priests are low-level immortal cultivators. There are also some low-level monks from the Central Plains who cannot survive and go to Xirong to become priests and enjoy Xirong. people's offerings.

Hearing her say the word "priest", the old man immediately stopped doubting and said quickly: "Yes, the priest has gone out. Please wait for the two gods."

Next, while waiting for the priest of the oasis to return, the two asked the old man for news.

This old man named Xili is the oldest elder in the oasis. He was once the leader of a tribe in Xirong. More than ten years ago, his tribe encountered a desert storm and many people died. The remaining people moved to This oasis. The oasis is not a tribe and has no leader. According to the rules of the Xirong people, they will obey the words of their elders.

This oasis is not big. It has existed here for thirty or forty years. It has one priest and a population of about one hundred people.

The entire tribe of Xirong has a small population. Small tribes have dozens of people, large tribes only have a few hundred people, and very few have more than a thousand people. A small number of these tribes are scattered in the oases of the extreme western desert, and most of them live on the edge of the desert. For example, the tribe they met lived in Yimu not far away and had just left the desert.

Soon, the priest of the oasis returned.

This person was indeed an immortal cultivator in the Qi refining stage. When he saw them, he was shocked and quickly kowtowed: "Junior Tang Zimu, I have met these two seniors."

This man seemed to be in his forties, with a dark face and a skinny appearance like an old man from Xili. Judging from his name and fluent language, he should be from the Central Plains or Kunwu. I wonder if he has lived in the far west for a long time. Even his face looks like a Xirong person.

"Are you from Kunwu or from the Central Plains?" Qin Xi asked.

Tang Zimu, seeing how powerful the two of them were, knew that he had met a senior, so he tremblingly replied: "I am from the Central Plains."

"Since you are from the Central Plains, why did you come to the Far West? How long have you been in this oasis? How much do you know about the Far West?"

Tang Zimu bowed and replied: "To be fair to senior, this junior is just an ordinary casual cultivator in the Central Plains. Due to his extremely poor qualifications, not to mention Kunwu's sect, even the families in the Central Plains are unwilling to take him in. I feel that cultivation is difficult, so I might as well come here I went to the far west and became a priest of the Xirong people. Although the conditions in the far west are difficult, the Xirong people respect the priests very much, and their lives are better than those in the Central Plains. In total, it has been more than thirty years since I came to the far west. I dare not say I know a lot about Far West, but I know a little bit about it.”

He paused for a moment, and seeing that the two of them looked friendly, he asked boldly: "Are these two seniors of Kunwu's Dan Jieden seniors?" To him, the Dan Jieden monks were already figures in heaven. When he was in the Central Plains, Even the foundation-building monks are hard to see, and the momentum of the two of them is even stronger than those of the foundation-building monks.

Qin Xi smiled slightly, without affirming or denying, and said: "We have something to do when we come to Jixi, but we don't know much about Jixi. Just tell us what you know. If you answer well, you will be rewarded."

"Yes, what senior wants to know, junior must tell you everything." Seeing that they did not deny it, Tang Zimu had already determined that they were senior Jiedan, and he quickly replied.

"First tell me about some of the notoriously dangerous places in the far west. Since you have lived here for more than thirty years, you must be very familiar with them."

"Yes," Tang Zimu said without hesitation, "If we talk about dangerous places in the far west, there are three most famous places. One is Fengsha City, the other is Langtu Mountain, and the third is Luoshen Abyss...". ..

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