The cold light flashed, and the long sword pointed directly at his throat, but Qiu Yan didn't even blink his eyes, looked at the sword-wielding man in front of him, and asked, "Sacrifice Zhongdao?" I didn't expect to encounter a Dao Gate in the depths of this grassland. ”

King Zuo Xian used cause and effect to pull his body, so flying, the speed was extremely fast, across a large area of grassland and desert, and now this forest is already located in the depths of the grassland, and the Darui frontier is separated by a long distance, it is Qiu Yan who has this saying.

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you and why did you come here?" The man frowned, and asked coldly, he was wearing a long robe, his face was handsome, but his eyes were jumping, he first looked at Qiu Yan, noticed that his person's atmosphere was as usual, thought it was an ordinary scholar, and then looked behind, but he didn't see the convoy and people, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why I'm here, there's no need to explain it to you. Qiu Yan shook his head and asked rhetorically, "Just ......"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sword-wielding man, who sneered: "When I asked you, you didn't answer truthfully, and you were not polite at all! Sure enough, it was the way we waited for the Central Plains! I don't know how ugly it is for Lu Dao to be honest with each other and answer all questions! But I don't blame you, it's the ......fault of my ancestors."

"Oh?" Qiu Yan felt the chaotic logic from the other party's words, but he didn't have the heart to delve into it, and he didn't plan to waste time here, so he wanted to release a little strength to suppress the other party and enter the forest to find King Zuoxian.

It's just that the moment his perception came into contact with the man, his luck fluctuated, but this fluctuation did not come from Qiu Yan himself, but only changed under the drive of official qi.

With a move in his heart, Qiu Yan suppressed his original thoughts and listened to the man's words.

The man talked for a long time, and when he saw that Qiu Yan didn't answer, he became more and more angry, and kept belittling Qiu Yan and Zhongyuan with vicious words, but at the end of the day, he took the long sword. Raised his hand and tied Qiu Yan's arm behind him, but Qiu Yan used a simple spell to dispel his thoughts, and he followed behind him as if he were facing a great enemy, saying that he wanted to monitor.

After walking a few steps, Qiu Yan suddenly asked: "Listening to what Brother Tai said and weared, he is also a person from the Central Plains, why does he want to attack his own ethnic group so viciously in his words?"

"I'm from the Central Plains. It's different from you!" The man said lightly, with a proud face, "My life has been sublimated in this vast grassland! Every grass and tree here can make my sinful blood slowly fade!"

"Oh, I see, it seems that in your heart, this is a paradise. Qiu Yan shook his head, but was glared at by the man and warned him not to say anything else.

When Qiu Yan followed the man into the forest. There were two young girls walking in front of him, both of them were in their cardamom years, handsome and wearing short curved long skirts.

They met Qiu Yan. They all looked curious, looked up and down, and finally asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, who is this person? It's different from the nobles of the Jorabu, but it's a little like the attire of us inferior people?"

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, glanced at the two women, and saw a relaxed state between his eyebrows. Although the two daughters of Zhilu Dao are dressed in the Central Plains, their customs are different from those of the Central Plains.

The man known as Senior Brother Zhang walked behind Qiu Yan and wanted to escort Qiu Yan into the forest, but after listening to the two women's questions, he smiled and said: "That's right, this person is the same as me, they are all inferior people in the Central Plains, not as good as the nobles of the tribe, of course this dress is the same!"

"The inferior people of the Central Plains?" the two girls wrinkled their white noses when they heard this, revealing a look of disgust, "Could it be the kind of person who has lived in the Central Plains Dye Vat Prison since childhood?"

Senior Brother Zhang said: "This is not clear, just look at his appearance, it should be like this, his dress, like a few people caught a few days ago, should be that kind of useless scholar." ”

"It turns out that I caught someone a few days ago, and that's what it looks like," the two women became excited again, "Our sisters came here this time just to see it, and to take a look at the ugliness of our Central Plains people!"

At this time, Qiu Yan suddenly spoke: "Two girls, looking at your appearance and dress, you are also from the Central Plains, how come you are self-deprecating and self-deprecating in your words, without any self-respect and self-love?

His words caused the two girls to sneer, and they looked at Qiu Yan with disdain as if they had heard something funny.

One said: "In the end, the person who came out of the Central Plains has no self-knowledge." ”

The other said: "I heard that you are going to read some sage books, as well as scriptures and meanings, and even forged historical classics for more than 1,000 years, but you don't know the Tao, these things are all made up, pitiful, pathetic, things that know the Tao are all made up by others, but they are still immersed in it, let me ask, is this kind of thing ridiculous? Is it that we are inferior to ourselves? It is that we are shrewd!"

As he spoke, his eyes grew to pity.

When Qiu Yan heard this, he became more and more surprised, glanced at the two women, and said with a smile: "Falsifying history? Fabricating scriptures and meanings? The meaning of the two refers to people who do not know the truth, but think they have mastered the true knowledge, poor and pathetic, right? Seeing the two of them, I also feel the same. ”

"You have a bit of knowledge. When the two girls heard this, they felt that Qiu Yan had been persuaded by themselves, and a feeling of saving the ignorant person arose spontaneously, and they were suddenly glorious.

In their opinion, if they can think the same as themselves and others, it means that the other party is still saved, otherwise, they are poisoned by the dye vat of the Central Plains, and they are fools.

The senior brother Zhang didn't reprimand at this time, and when he saw that the two girls finished speaking, he reminded him, and let Qiu Yan continue to move forward.

As he walked, Qiu Yan seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked: "By the way, a few people who are of the Central Plains bloodline, but belittle the Central Plains, do they want the Central Plains to forge ahead because they hate iron and steel?"

That Senior Brother Zhang frowned and said, "Where can you still forge ahead in the Central Plains, sooner or later it will be destroyed by the Great Khan!"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan nodded and said no more.

When I walked deep into the forest, a clear voice came out of it, telling all kinds of truths—

“...... Therefore, you should be glad to be able to come here, and don't feel far away from your homeland, only to increase your homesickness, and wait until the Great Khan leads the army to set foot on the Central Plains, and we will naturally be able to return to our homeland!"

From this voice, Qiu Yan caught an emotional fluctuation, which was clearly using some kind of exercise to affect the senses and thoughts of others with his own emotions.

As soon as this voice came, Senior Brother Zhang and the two women on the side all showed solemn expressions, their eyes were full of reverence, and their expressions and movements were also respectful and pious, step by step, the pace was neat, and there was a bit of a belief that the people wanted to sacrifice to the gods.

"Huh?" As soon as this thought fell, Qiu Yan actually found that on the heavenly spirits of the three people in front of him, there was really a wisp of thought that was entrusted, and flew towards the forest like incense.

"Interesting, it should not be a coincidence that King Zuo Xian fell here, a peck and a drink, there is a destiny, there is luck involved, there is cause and effect, you might as well understand it. ”

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan followed the idea of the three people to move forward, and found that at the end of this thought, there was a half-person high incense burner, and there was a stone platform behind the furnace, and there was a person sitting on the platform, about forty years old, with a Chinese face, a ruddy complexion, a small crown and a bundle of hair, a bright pearl inlaid on the crown, five willows and long beards were wrapped in a beard, and he was wearing a Taoist robe, which was woven with fine silk and satin, and was brilliant.

From a distance, what a Taoist with immortal wind bones!

The person sat on the stage and exhaled, and the words just now were exactly what this person said.

Under the stage, on the other side of the incense burner, is an open space, covered with green grass, there are fifty or sixty people sitting on it, one row after another, occupying a large area, look at the appearance, hair accessories, are all Central Plains people, but the clothes are not the same, the first few rows, are wearing left robes, a pious face, with the Taoist priest on the stage, quite the artistic conception of the ancient sage to open the altar and preach.

The last few rows of people sat in the last row, but they were all dressed in the right side of the Central Plains, looking at the costume, there were businessmen, scholars, and ordinary farmers, many of them were in tattered clothes, there were scars on their faces, their hands and feet were tied with hemp rope, even if they struggled, it was difficult to break free.

Getting closer, Qiu Yan saw a piece of bright yellow rune paper on the chest of these people, on which was written a character seal, which was the word "town" in ancient times.

Behind this group of people, there were several men dressed similarly to Senior Brother Zhang, holding long swords, standing in one place, and when they saw Qiu Yan coming, someone took a piece of yellow paper and walked slowly.

"This is the opening of the altar to talk about the Fa, but it has to suppress those who don't want to listen, it's so majestic!"

Qiu Yan was thinking about it here, when the Taoist priest who was preaching the Fa on the stage glanced at him, and then retracted his gaze, still talking like a river, and it could be heard from his words that he was comforting those who were suppressed, putting aside their prejudices, and returning to Rouluo.

The emotional method in the words has already worked, and many people who have been given the town have shown a suspicious appearance.

“...... Don't doubt that what Poor Dao said is true, and it is well documented, back then, Poor Dao understood the truth of enslaving sentient beings in the Central Plains, and led a group of sons and daughters to rush to kill, but the imperial court actually suppressed us and other people! Ruthless killing! Da Ruijiang and mountains did not allow me to let go, so I had to come to the grassland alone, met like-minded colleagues, and set up this sacrificial bell road, in order to warn the world and make it amazing!"

In his words, the smell of a guiding light is very strong, as if standing on the top of the mountain and seeing the lonely walker on the road ahead.

But at this moment, an untimely voice sounded—

"Dare to ask the ...... of the question"

The words were not loud, but they were clear in their ears, interrupting the words of the Taoist priest, causing Senior Brother Zhang, the second daughter, and the sword-wielding men to change their faces sharply, and they glared angrily at Qiu Yan.

The person who spoke was none other than Qiu Yan.

He was glared at by everyone and felt surging anger, but he just looked at the Taoist priest on the stage and asked: "Where are the people with lofty ideals who followed the Taoist chief to raise troops now?" But I don't understand why the Taoist chief is dressed in fine silk and satin, wearing a pearl crown, and even his beautiful hair is carefully cared for, which is more noble than the foreign masters of the Central Plains, not like fleeing, but like enjoying glory and wealth!" (To be continued......

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