"It turned out to be Kunye in charge, polite, not to hide it, our road is not peaceful, the people of the tribe are already sleepy, so ......" Shi Moya's face was embarrassed, of course, this is also the truth, it was not easy to hurry, and it also experienced a big war.

Kun Ye's temper seemed to change suddenly, and when he heard this, he nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand, you come with me, the patriarch has already prepared a resting place for the tribe that came to pay tribute this time, it is absolutely spacious and comfortable." ”

After Kun Ye finished speaking, he led Shi Mo Ya and the others forward, and Xi Bai followed silently, he was thinking about how to find out the news about the Shenlong tribe, but it was better to wait until he settled down first, and then he would act at the opportunity.

The group arrived in front of a neat row of yurts, these yurts are very huge, covering an area of hundreds of square meters, like a big bun, Kun Ye pointed to the yurts and said: "Patriarch Shi, this is where you rest, there are so many of you, I don't know if two yurts are enough?" ”

Shi Moya's face was very surprised, this was not the first time he came to pay tribute, but this Kunye was the first time he had seen it, what he didn't expect was that the other party actually arranged such a good place for them, a few times before, Mo said two yurts, and the yurt for them was not so spacious, at most only half the size!

Could it be that it was because they brought enough tribute this time that they were looked at differently? Shi Moya muttered secretly, it is absolutely very possible, since this is the case, he did not shirk much, and said with a smile: "Enough, thank you to Kunye for taking care of things." ”

"Hehe, it should be, then I won't disturb your rest, since there are still tribes that have not arrived, please stay here for a few more days, please rest assured, all the expenses are provided by my Wild Lion Tribe." Kun Ye smiled, very generous, nodded towards Shi Mo Cliff, and left by himself.

"Father, it's really surprising that we have such a good place this time. But I think it's definitely because the steward sees that we pay a lot of tribute, so it's arranged, if it's still the same as last time, there is definitely no such a good place, hum, before and after! Shi snorted coldly, not appreciating.

"Okay, you just don't say a few words, remember that this is not at home, don't make trouble for me, otherwise I will never spare you!" Shi Moya glared at him and reminded solemnly.

Shi Mad smiled, nodded again and again, although he was arrogant, he was not a fool, he knew that he needed to be cautious here, after all, people don't care what tribe you are, here the Wild Lion Tribe is the biggest!

Shi Moya also knew that his son was not a person who liked to provoke trouble, so he nodded and said: "Well, then everyone go and rest, arrange everything, Brother Xi Bai still wants to live with us and rest, don't you mind." ”

Xi Bai smiled and said, "Where is Patriarch Shi, I just happened to see the customs of the grassland." ”

The things on the carriage were placed behind the yurt, Xi Bai followed Shi Moya and a dozen other people into the yurt, Xi Bai saw the scene in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were not a huge space, but a long corridor, the ground was a weak animal skin, and the walls were pasted with bright murals, with small doors, divided into rooms.

Shi Moya was not so surprised, seeing Xi Bai's appearance, he explained with a smile: "This is the best yurt of our grassland tribe, which can accommodate a large family to live together, and the Xi Bai brothers can choose one to live in." ”

Xi Bai nodded, he didn't expect that there would be such a yurt before, this is already a completely closed house, he chose a room at random, and then followed Shi Moya and a few people to the end of the corridor, and saw that the end was a vacant space of dozens of square meters, semicircular, with a few small tables, on which some small berries were placed, and there were ornaments such as bows and arrows on the walls, like a small living room, which should be a place for common activities and discussions.

Since Shi Moya and his party were already tired, after visiting, they went to rest, Xi Bai thought about it and decided to go out to have a look, even if it was not possible to find out the news about the Shenlong tribe now, it would be good to know more about the Wild Lion Tribe.

Walking on the streets of the Wild Lion Tribe, Xi Bai is very curious about everything he sees, there are restaurants and inns here, if it weren't for the fact that these places are all yurts, not houses, it is no different from many cities in the Central Plains, this is the big tribe of the grassland, unlike the Lancao tribe, there is not even trade, here there is everything, much more advanced.

And the biggest difference is that there are no players here, except for Xi Bai, he doesn't see a single player! Although the NPCs in Breaking the Void are almost exactly the same as the players, they are almost not absolute, and if you look closely, you can still find the difference.

It's also something that should be done to think about it, after all, this western grassland is already vast and boundless, and there are not many players who come here, and even fewer can find here, of course, there may be players, but Xi Bai hasn't encountered it, after all, he can come here, which means that other people are also possible.

It's just that what makes Xi Bai a little puzzled is, what is the meaning of existence here? "Breaking the Void" is a game, and if it is a game, someone must play it, or that everything in it is actually for the player, so why is there such a place? This is not a simple village, but a large gathering place close to the capital, but there are almost no players, so why does it appear?

Xi Bai wanted to break his head, but he couldn't think of a reason, the thinking of the game master brain was actually something that he, a little player, could understand...... Xi Bai laughed at himself and gave up this question, no matter what, although there are no players here, everything is so orderly, according to the rules of the characteristics, it always exists, and it doesn't matter if there are players or not.

He will not forget the purpose of his visit, according to the custom, he walked into a restaurant, because in order to avoid trouble, he changed into a grassland costume, although the appearance and the grassland people are still a little different, but as long as he does not say, others can not say that he is from the Central Plains.

I found a place to sit down, there is no square table here, all of them are small, and there is no stool, only carpet, the yurt is very bright, there are many guests in this restaurant, constantly pushing the cup and changing the lamp, or laughing presumptuously, more heroic than the Central Plains.

When Xi Bai was already on the road, he had tasted the wine of the Shilance tribe, which was a kind of grain wine, similar to barley, very dry, he ordered something casually, and listened carefully to the surrounding conversations while eating and drinking.

It's just that he was soon disappointed, the people here talk about the most are all kinds of hunting and girls, occasionally there will be family shortcomings, or fights between the surrounding tribes, at first Xi Bai was still a little interested when he heard about the surrounding tribes, but soon he knew that these had nothing to do with the mysterious Shenlong tribe!

He shook his head with a smile, and secretly said: "I'm really confused, how can I find out the news about the Shenlong tribe like this, Shi Moya said that it was a legend, or a legend that few people know, here are ordinary people, where do you know these things." ”

Xi Bai shook his head, but he didn't get nothing, he knew that he knew a lot about the grassland, so that he could better integrate in, so that he wouldn't reveal his identity as soon as he opened his mouth, after all, the people here are still very repulsive to the Central Plains, as for why, he doesn't know.

Since he couldn't hear useful information, Xi Bai was ready to leave, he knew that his method was wrong, and he wanted to find out about the secret things about the Shenlong tribe, in this kind of market, I am afraid it is very difficult, only the patriarchs or older people of those big tribes can know that it is possible to know that this time the Wild Lion Tribe is the largest tribe in the vicinity, and it should know more things, it seems that it needs to be connected with the people in power here.

But just as he was about to get up, a trembling figure suddenly walked into the door of the yurt, it was an old man, and it was an old man who seemed to have been buried in the soil, and he held a walking stick of unknown wood in his right hand, the walking stick was very rough, without any processing, but there was a protruding branch on the top, which looked like a sheep's head at a glance.

The old man's white hair was very dry, messily draped over his shoulders and back, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be able to trap mosquitoes.

And what attracted Xi Bai's attention the most was the other party's slightly open neckline, and on the exposed chest, there was a faint cyan tattoo, because the skin and flesh had been loose, he couldn't see what the pattern was, but I don't know if it was Xi Bai's illusion, he always felt that the corner of the tattoo was a bit like a dragon's horn!

He shook his head, could it be that he was stunned? And just after the old man entered the yurt, everyone who was still talking gradually quieted down, all looking at the old man, which made Xi Bai's heart move, this old man didn't seem to be simple.

He decided not to leave first, and then look at it, under the gaze of everyone, the old man trembled, walked very slowly, step by step was very difficult, but no one stepped forward to help, it took a long time for the old man to walk to the middle of the yurt, where there was a small table, there was only one bowl on the small table, but it was not wine, it seemed to be milk.

The old man slowly sat behind the small table, put the crutches on the small table, took a sip of the bowl of milk, cleared his throat, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Continuing the previous story today, can anyone remind me where it has been told?" ”

Xi Bai raised his eyebrows, listening to the meaning of this old man, the other party seems to be a storyteller? Or someone similar to the storyteller of the Central Plains.