Rainbow Moon Seeking Immortality

Chapter 129 Kitahara Sanbu

Kitahara

The sun sets over the west mountain, and the dusk falls.

Under a lush, green carpet of earth, Qin Yiguan emerged from an underground cave, sleepy-eyed.

He was dressed in the most beloved attire of Northern Plains warriors, a wolfskin robe inlaid with armor, a cowhide belt tied around his waist, long riding boots on his feet, and a rugged, unruly face.

Judging from the clothes alone, he looks like a Beiyuan native.

If it hadn't been for the early summer, when the sky was high and the sun was long, and the heat was sweltering, he would have had to put on another felt hat.

His riding horse, the hump wolf, loyally guarded the outside of the cave, acting as a temporary watchdog, taking a nap among the wildly growing grass in early summer.

Looking up at the dome filled with red clouds, a crescent moon's fangs were revealed, vaguely visible. Qin Yi felt inexplicably relieved when he saw it.

These days, I have changed my daily routine, resting during the day and traveling at night.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky is helpful for the use of one's own natal moon source Gu, making it easier to absorb and store moonlight, and is also conducive to the use of other moon Gu.

In other words, a moonlit night is equivalent to his home court, with extra boost.

Limited by the suppression of Beiyuan's aura, Qin Yiguan's Kongqiao Zhenyuan is still at the peak level of Level 2, but he has several Level 4 Gu insects that ordinary Level 4 Gu masters may not have, which can be described as extremely magical.

Whoosh——

After a sound of air being sucked in, everything in the cave was swept away.

The bag-like Gu worm in his hand swelled.

Its outer layer is like cowhide that has been patinated for a long time. It is black and purple, has a narrow mouth and a wide belly, a rounded tail, and serious wear on the edges.

Three-turn storage voodoo, cow bag voodoo!

The material of each cow bag Gu comes from ordinary cattle, and the internal space can be increased with continuous refining. It is loved by the majority of Beiyuan Gu masters and is the most common storage type of Gu in Beiyuan.

Most Beiyuan Gu masters will obtain the first level of cow bag Gu after awakening, and then gradually improve themselves as their practice improves.

This Level 3 Cow Bag Gu was one of his purchases in Central Continent. After crossing the boundary wall to Beiyuan, he took the time to refine it again.

As for the Douchi grass Gu that was originally brought from Guyue Village in southern Xinjiang and has been used for a long time, he abandoned it.

There are many forests in southern Xinjiang, and flower and grass insects are quite common. The grasshopper Gu is the best choice for the third level. Although there are also flower and plant voodoo insects in the Northern Plains, they are not as common as the cow bag voodoo.

When entering Middle-earth for the first time, there was no such obstacle.

This is because Central Continent has Gu Masters who practice many schools. Various schools are rich in resources, and it is not difficult to understand that there are various Gu insects.

In addition, there is also the reason for Kitahara's xenophobia.

To be more precise, no matter which domain in the Gu world, there is xenophobia, but the degree varies.

The East China Sea is rich in cultivation resources and is the least exclusive, followed by Zhongzhou.

Southern Xinjiang is mountainous, and families are tied by blood. They occupy a mountain to keep warm, and there are many hermitages, which is the most exclusive.

Almost all other Gu insects with exotic characteristics were replaced by him to facilitate their integration into Beiyuan.

Calling softly, he mounted the wolf, discerned the direction of the stars, and continued to move forward in the hazy moonlight.

Night is the best camouflage, and it is also the time for many predators to appear.

On the way, we repelled several waves of small beasts, and also encountered a large beast herd with the level of the king of beasts, and were forced to change the route in a circle.

The Northern Plains is different from the Southern Xinjiang. The Southern Xinjiang has many mountains, deep forests and lush foliage. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is little contact between the various families. They rely on caravans to complete the communication and exchange what they need.

This situation does not exist in the Northern Principle. The boundless grassland allows tribes to come and go like the wind. Everywhere is feasible. There is no "road" in the traditional sense. If you encounter obstacles, just make a slight detour.

After traveling for more than an hour, Qin Yi observed the red light of a bonfire somewhere, which was particularly conspicuous under the blue moonlit night.

Jumping off the wolf's back, he made the hump wolf lie down while he quietly approached.

Climbing over the mound, there is a camp surrounded by earthen walls. There are large and small dome tents and two or three observation towers, which are guarded by Gu masters.

"The earthen wall was built with great care, but unfortunately there are not enough sentry towers and there are not enough Gu masters. We are just a small tribe. No matter how thick the wall is, it is useless."

Qin Yiguan looked around and put away his guard.

He has seen many similar small families, and he can discern the reality with just a few glances.

There were frequent battles in Beiyuan, and the rise and fall of a family might be determined by a certain battle. Large families split into small families, and small families jump to medium-sized or even large families in just a few years.

The strength of the small family in front of them is obviously average, and it is not even certain whether there is a fourth-level clan leader. If his strength reaches two levels, I wouldn't mind eating him along the way.

Wealth is secondary, the souls after killing these Gu masters can be used to strengthen their souls with the Soul-Eating Gu.

Qin Yiguan did not give up easily on the cultivation of the soul path. When he was in Central Continent due to objective factors such as the general environment, he was unable to exert its effects freely. He could only make up for the damage to the soul in daily Gu refining, and came to the land of Beiyuan where he was fighting. Will there still be a lack of soul?

While thinking about it, at the horizon of the grassland, a group of Gu Masters came on horseback.

Qin Yiguan raised his eyes and took a closer look. When he saw the size of the opponent clearly, he said with relief:

"It turns out that I'm not the only one who has taken a liking to this piece of meat!"

The night wind is blowing and the chill is blowing.

On the sentry tower of the camp, an old man was giving instructions to a young Gu Master, teaching him how to stand sentry.

"Child, you must remember that the second half of the night is when people are most sleepy. Don't let down your guard then. Do you understand?"

"Yeah!" The young Gu Master was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

Seeing that the other party was a little flustered, the old man comforted him, "Don't worry, I know you are inexperienced, so stand guard for me for a while, I will go back to take a nap, and come back to take your place later."

After that, he patted the young Gu Master on the shoulder to show encouragement and climbed down the sentry tower.

Passing through the tents of all sizes, the snoring of women and children sleeping soundly came one after another, and the heavy sobbing and panting of horses were all heard.

In these tents, there were tribesmen who had just escaped from the disputes of the world and occasionally got a moment of respite.

Too tired!

All busy surviving...

The old man sighed in his heart and silently prayed for the blessing of Changshengtian.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and found a sneaky voice in the corner of the tent curtain.

"Why don't you come out?" The old man laughed strangely.

"Grandpa!" An eight or nine-year-old child rushed out of the tent and opened his arms to hug the old man.

Puff!

The two of them bumped into each other.

The old man looked kind, and he also hugged the child tightly, feeling his body growing taller and taller.

"Grandpa, I can reach your navel now!" The child shook his head and twisted his body.

"Good, good!" As if thinking of something, the old man choked up. "Grow tall!"

"Grandpa, it's time to tell me the story of Beiyuan today!" The child dragged the old man into the tent.

"Okay, where did we leave off last time?" The old man lifted the door curtain and entered the half where goods were piled up, with only a few tables to sit on.

"Last time we talked about the Juyang Immortal Venerable setting up a ten-year battle for hegemony in the royal court!" The child sat on the table, his feet just touching the ground.

"Well, now that I've told you about the dispute in the royal court, I'll tell you about some examples of the dispute in the royal court in the past to wake you up. This is also a common saying on our grasslands - the three no's of Beiyuan!"

"Three no's?!"

"Yes, you can't drink the milk tea of ​​the Shuote family, you can't marry the women of the Sheng family, and you can't forget the lessons of the Fei family!"

(ps: except for the last one, the others are my second creations, with certain historical prototypes.)

"Milk tea... can't marry... uh..." The child was a little stunned.

"I'll tell you one by one, this - uh?!"

The old man hugged the child, and when he was halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly widened, his whole body was alert, and he ran to the door and looked out.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" The child asked apologetically.

"Quick, hide in the box." The old man rushed back in one step, picked up the child, put him in a wooden box full of cloth, and handed him a dagger for self-defense.

"Grandpa——" The wooden box was about to close, and the child couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry! Grandpa will be back soon and will find you, just like last time."

Outside the wooden box, the footsteps faded away.

After a few breaths, the sound of horses' hooves came like a flood, as if a pot of boiling water was poured into the sleeping camp, boiling instantly.

The sounds of fighting, crying, wailing...all kinds of sounds drowned the child in the wooden box, frightening him so much that he dared not sob anymore, tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, trembling.

For a long time, the camp was no longer noisy, and it was completely silent.

"It's over..." The child was thinking, suddenly!

Through the gap between the lids of the wooden box, he vaguely saw a figure lifting the door curtain and walking in quickly.

"Ah... um!"

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that the man was wider than his grandfather, and what frightened him even more was that he seemed to hear his own voice and was coming towards him.

Lord Juyang Immortal!

Save me!

The first two of the "Three Don'ts of Beiyuan" have historical prototypes: Tatar milk tea cannot be drunk, and the princess of Xixia cannot be married.

Genghis Khan Temujin's father died from the poisoned tea of ​​the Tatar tribe, so Temujin launched the Battle of Kuyitian, wiped out the Tatar tribe and carried out a massacre. Since then, the Tatar tribe has never recovered.

After sleeping with the princess of Xixia, Genghis Khan died of a sudden illness, and the Xixia people on the wheels were slaughtered.

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