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After passing through a deep forest and turning into a narrow mouth of a cave, it was nearly a thousand miles away from the place where the child was picked up.

The surrounding scenery has completely changed, Fang Shiyi followed behind, really surprised, thinking: This kid is really ugly.

Such a small child has run so far out of the house and has not been eaten by anything.

It's Meng Mingchao who is better. He was well-behaved and quiet when he was a child. He seldom caused people to worry about it.When winter comes, he is like a lazy kitten, neither bear nor fussy, just lying softly in his arms and taking a nap on his back.

It's just that I didn't clean up when I grew up.

After thinking about it in a mess, there was a faint light ahead, and after walking a few steps, it suddenly became clear that the habitat of the warlock clan was revealed in front of Fang Shiyi, with a clear view.

Behind the mountain pass is an ancient tree so tall that it almost pierces the sky. There are probably hundreds of people surrounding it, and you can't see the edge at a glance.The ancient tree is as thick as a boa constrictor, piercing deeply into the ground, climbing out from the ground, and extending to all directions.

Children can even run around on the branches, and the warlocks live on the protruding branches, and the cabin can't be seen at the end.

The dressed-up person sitting or standing with the child in Meng Mingchao's arms, on the branches, roots, and under the ground, is at ease, like an ordinary human village, smoking cigarettes and gossiping.

Noticing Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao, the clansmen jumped up, took out their weapons, looked at them vigilantly, and spit out strings of incomprehensible words.

Meng Mingchao stood in the way of Fang's pick-up, brought up the child in his arms, and briefly explained the experience before and after picking up the child in the language of the warlocks.

The child was eating the candy that Fang Suyi had given him. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and stared blankly at his fellow villagers.

The villagers looked at him for a while, and it took a while to realize that there was such a child in the village, and the hostility towards the two of them disappeared a bit.Some people rushed to the top of the tree like a monkey to find the elders of the clan, while others approached hesitantly, curious and scared.

The child turned his face and refused to recognize anyone after eating the candy. He broke out of Meng Mingchao's arms, turned his head to glance at the two of them, and ran towards the ancient tree.

A group of people gathered around and chattered, but Fang Shiyi couldn't understand half a sentence. It happened that these people also had strange totems painted on their faces, and it was a test of eyesight to see the expressions.

A strange place, a strange language, the feeling of being unable to control anything.Fang Shiyi involuntarily took two steps towards Meng Mingchao, and asked softly, "What are they talking about?"

Meng Mingchao was annoyed by the noise, frightened everyone away with a cold face, and said sternly: "They asked us where we came from and what we were doing here."

There is also a bold and unrestrained expression, "The little brother next to you is good-looking, how many spirit stones are sold for one or two, I will buy a whole one and use it back."

Hearing this, Meng Mingchao's veins twitched, and he sealed the mouths of several people calmly, making them speechless. He took a light breath, suppressed his anger, and continued, "They sent someone to find the elder, and he will be there soon. .”

Fang Shiyi nodded, seeing that everyone had run away, he relaxed a little, leaned against a tree, and waited patiently.

Not long after, a few people came down from the top of the tree.The one who was wearing slightly more clothes than the others was complicated, and wore a garland of leaves and flowers on his head. He should be a so-called elder, but he was too young to look good, with a blue totem painted on his face. , faintly visible handsome facial features.

The clansmen dispersed respectfully to make way.

Fang Shiyi looked at the elder, and a strange sense of familiarity flashed in his heart.

Indistinct, fleeting, did not give him too many opportunities to find out.

Fang Shiyi has lived for more than [-] years. Not to mention a genius and a photographic memory, but he will basically have some impressions on the faces he glanced at.

He can be sure that he has never seen this elder.

Where did that weird sense of familiarity come from?

Meng Mingchao was also taken aback, staring at this weird elder vigilantly.

The young elder walked up to them, waved away the clansmen, held the scepter, and slowly said, "I knew that one day, you would come again."

"... What did you say?" Meng Mingchao suspected that he had heard wrong.

The elder stroked his chest with his right hand and bent slightly, as if an ancient etiquette: "Your Majesty, you will remember."

This address reminded Meng Mingchao of the man in black robe, and his face turned cold: "Don't call me that."

Fang Shiyi was confused, and tugged on Meng Mingchao's sleeve: "Why are you unhappy? You two had a fight? What did you say?"

Meng Mingchao suppressed the sudden anger, looked down at Fang Shiyi's hand on his sleeve, remembered that he was the one who did this in the past, and felt soft: "He asked what is our relationship."

Fang Shiyi thought you thought I was stupid: "He has so many questions."

Meng Mingchao pretended not to understand his expression, and completed the previous sentence: "I say he is a Taoist companion."

"In the next life." Fang Shiyi wanted to kick him, but withdrew his hand angrily, "Unlucky boy."

Meng Ming smiled in his eyes.

The elder's eyes were a pool of emerald green, like the purest clear water reflecting the shadows of the trees, he blinked, tilted his head, and said without solemnity at all, "What do you want when you come this time?"

It was as if he had waited years, just to say this.

There are many things that are inconvenient to say in front of everyone, so Meng Mingchao ignored his words and cut straight to the point: "Essence of emerald wood."

The elder stopped holding his scepter.

The clansmen who watched the excitement around were startled for a moment, and then spewed out panic and anger, jumping up and down, shouting and cursing, and some even touched the knife on their waist.

Fang picked up the relics and muttered: "Is this a monkey's nest? What happened to them?"

The elder was silent, and Meng Ming listened for a long time before giving the answer: "The mountain spirit bred by the emerald wood is a sacred thing of their clan, and the totem on their faces is it."

How can a stranger not be scolded if he asks for the sacred objects of the clan when he comes up?

Fang Shiyi put himself in another place, and he could understand it well—it’s just that he didn’t understand the language, and since Meng Mingchao was still a little stick, how could he persuade him?

Just as he was about to cheer up and ask Meng Ming to translate, the elder suddenly sighed deeply. Unfortunately, there was no solemnity on this too young face.He said something in a cold voice, turned around and walked towards the ancient tree.

"He asked us to follow." Meng Mingchao felt a little uncomfortable.

The looming sense of familiarity lingers, and the elder speaks and acts even more strangely.

Fang Shiyi didn't think too much, and pulled Meng Mingchao to follow: "Why are you in a daze? Let's go."

"Brother..." Meng Mingchao was helpless.

Fang Shiyi's character is too naive and kind, and he is not very defensive about many things.This ancient tree is his territory, and he is not afraid of being skinned and cramped when he goes up.

This kind of Fang Shiyi, if you don't guard it carefully, something will happen.

The two followed the elder and climbed to the top of the tree under the gazes of the clansmen with different expressions.Climbing to a place close to the crown of the tree, there is a small building, which is probably the residence of the elders.

The elder waved back the clansmen who were following, and looked into the distance for a while.The vast Cangshan forest is like a blanket woven with trees, deep and shallow, and the smoke cage becomes emerald. The wind blows through this land, but it can't shake the everlasting Cang forest.

Here, you can't see the Central Continent, the mountains and valleys, the rivers and the plains, the bitter sea in the east, the Shanhaimen in the south, the northern border pass that stretches for thousands of miles in the north, and the cold North Sea. and Mozu.

There is nothing but trees here.

He sighed in disappointment, and led Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao into the small wooden building.

There are no weird totem patterns in the wooden building, and there are bookshelves full of them.A faint light leaked in from a window, and it was very quiet, not even the sound of birdsong.

The elder walked to the bookshelf, turned his back to the two, looked through the book, and suddenly asked, "Why do you want the essence of emerald wood?"

——This opening was actually the common language of the Central Plains human race. Although the voice was a bit strange, the articulation was very clear.

Fang Shiyi was surprised: "You..."

The corners of Meng Mingchao's mouth twitched as he thought of what he had said to coax Fang Suyi in front of him just now.

"A monk from Zhongzhou once came here," the elder said leisurely. "My family has been here for thousands of years. It's not that I don't understand people's wisdom. How could I not understand anything?"

Fang Shiyi put away the shock, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I pick up the relics below, this is my junior brother. My junior brother has a bad temper and his words are not pleasant, I hope the elder will forgive me."

The elder's hair was so long that it almost reached his ankles. He turned his head and stared at Fang Shiyi with a complicated expression: "I've heard of you."

Fang Shiyi said: "Since you have heard of me, the elder should also have heard of my teacher Wen Xiuyue."

"I know, he came to Cangshan Mountain when casting the scabbard of the Sword of Knowing Misfortune." The elder said with great interest, "What, something happened to him?"

Fang Shiyi no longer deliberately avoided Meng Mingchao, and said bluntly: "When my teacher led the people to resist the northern demons, he was attacked and poisoned by someone. I found the prescription and needed the essence of emerald wood."

The elder suddenly laughed, showing two small canine teeth, innocently: "Oh? Then what does it matter to my family?"

Without waiting for Fang Shiyi to speak, he paced closer, almost aggressively: "Whether you are fighting with the monsters or demons, or killing each other, it has nothing to do with my family. My family is hiding in the mountains I just don’t want to participate in your mess. The demons are too far away from the demons, and they can’t find it here. My family is fine, so why should I hand over the holy things to you?”

Fang Shiyi looked at him determinedly: "The elder is too determined. The family teacher is the backbone of the army. If he falls, the human race will inevitably be defeated. If they can't defend the Cangshan Mountain, the monster race and the demon race will find it sooner or later. The elder should I understand that everyone in the world is very interested in the resurrection technique of the warlock family."

The elder pursed his lips when he was talking about the central matter, and the young brows and eyes became a little more sullen.

Meng Mingchao looked at the weakness of Wenwen, and spoke in a soft voice: "Brother, what's the matter with him, why don't you just turn this place upside down and find out the things."

Fang Shiyi had a headache: "Don't add to the chaos."

The elder was not angry, just glanced at him, and switched back to his native language: "After so many years, you are still like this."

Meng Mingchao's tone was cool: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing." After the elder smiled, his tone returned to contempt. "I also understand the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, but the emerald wood essence is too precious. If you want me to give it to you, it's okay, but you have to give me something."

Meng Mingchao frowned: "What do you want?"

The elder nodded: "Blood."

Fang Shiyi was at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

The elder ignored him, and continued on his own, "I still have to honor a promise from my superior."

Meng Mingchao patted Fang Shiyi's shoulder reassuringly: "Brother, don't worry, I will give you everything you want." After speaking, he turned his head to look at the elder, "What promise?"

The elder stared at him without blinking: "I want to make a promise to my lord, no matter what happens in the future, I will not touch my people and keep them."

Meng Mingchao understood: "You want me to swear with my heart's blood?"

I swear with my heart, if I break the oath, I will suffer backlash, and I will suffer from the bite of my soul for the rest of my life.

Because it is too vicious, this spell is listed as a forbidden spell.

No one would want to take such an oath voluntarily.

The elder nodded solemnly.

Fang Shiyi looked at this, then at that, a little annoyed: "What are you talking about?"

Meng Ming glanced at him with a smile, curled the corner of his mouth, and answered briskly: "Okay."

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I won’t update when I go home tomorrow, I’ll have to take a long train ride_(??`”∠)_