Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Li Huowang slowly leaned on crutches and walked with Bai Lingmiao, who was blindfolded. He walked slowly, after all, the broken leg had not grown back.

Fortunately, the ox cart was not fast. At the expense of speed, the ox cart added more negative gravity, which was just about the same speed as Li Huowang now.

"Is this the Mountain of Women?" Squinting Li Huowang put his hands on his forehead and looked at the distant hills.

After seeing those mountains, Li Huowang knew why this place was called Qingqiu, because there was no tree on these mountains, and they were also covered by green grass.

However, this may also be related to the relatively short mountains here. There are no towering mountains here. These mountains covered by grass are contiguous mountains.

"Senior Brother Li, when you look sideways like this, don't those mountains look like half a woman's face lying down?" Sun Baolu pointed his finger there excitedly.

Li Huowang looked at it carefully for a long time, but finally shook his head. He didn't see how the abstract hills looked like women. These low mountains are very strange, not too many or not too few, just abruptly in a group, and the mountains are not connected to each other.

"This year is the Year of the Moon. According to the teachings of our ancestors, our family should camp a hundred miles ahead to graze. It won't be long before I can meet them!"

Li Huowang didn't care what the excited Sun Baolu said, he cared more about supplies. After coming to Qingqiu for such a long time and so many people, if he didn't have anything to eat, he would have to eat cattle pulling carts.

"In Women's Mountain, is there really a market where you can buy food? If you can't buy food, you can only drink the northwest wind."

"Yes, it's true. People who are grazing within a few hundred miles nearby will go there to exchange things if they want to buy or sell. I came here once when I was seven years old."

After Sun Baolu's explanation, Li Huowang knew that in the vast and sparsely populated Qingqiu, these nomadic Qingqiu people would choose some places to trade for the sake of material circulation.

Over time, these places will form a fixed gathering place. Officials in Qingqiu also draw taxes from these places.

When Li Huowang saw through his excellent eyesight that there were black spots the size of ants moving at the foot of the mountain, he knew that the other party was right and that there were really people there.

"Let's go, let's all put on our hats with gauze, so as not to attract other people's attention."

After Li Huowang finished speaking, he also put on a bamboo hat. The way he looks now, his face is red and white, but he is not much better than others.

The ox cart gradually approached the Women's Mountain, and when it followed a small road, it came to the inside surrounded by the low mountains. In an instant, he was enlightened.

A large crowd of tents gathered in front of Li Huowang and others.

The sound of horses' hooves, the roar of people, and the barking of donkeys were incessant, and Li Huowang even had the illusion that he was going to a market.

In this lively market, many Qingqiu people dressed in completely different clothes from Houshu people were busy with their own affairs.

The more animals, the more feces, and the unique smell of animals penetrated into the noses of other people, making everyone frown.

I don't know if it's because of the long hours of sunshine, but the biggest difference between the Qingqiu people and the former Siqi people and the Houshu people is that their faces are very red, and the faces of men, women and children have heavy face spots.

Qingqiu people are generally shorter than Li Huowang and the others, and in a word, they look different.

Each of them was covered with various rough-looking leather coats, and the women's braids and the men's waists were tied with some broken bones that were ground into a circle.

In addition to bones and skins, the rest that can be woven with straw are basically made of straw, straw shoes, straw hats and even straw baskets are sold.

Li Huowang's group obviously caught the attention of the people in Qingqiu. Facing the outsiders, everyone looked at the convoy with vigilant and indifferent eyes.

"Touch!" On the cutting board up and down the grass stall next to it, a machete was raised high and then slashed with force, cutting the head of a hairless, hideous dog in half.

"Hmm..." Mantou drooped his tail and drooped his ears, and timidly got under the ox cart.

"Are you really from Qingqiu? Why do you feel that you don't look like them." Li Huowang looked at Sun Baolu next to him through the black tulle.

"Because...my mother is out of town." Sun Baolu said that his expression was a little gloomy, but his eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly ran through the crowd and ran forward.

Running around in the crowd, in the end he was so excited that he hugged an old man from Qingqiu and said something.

When he got closer, Li Huowang realized that he couldn't understand what they said.

"Other places can communicate with each other, but this place actually has its own language." Li Huowang was a little speechless, which undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble for the next journey in Qingqiu.

After chatting with the man for a while, Sun Baolu came to Li Huowang again, and said with a bit of excitement, "Senior Brother Li, you can't be wrong, that person is my clan, and my family is not far ahead."

"Okay, if it's not too far, we have to go step by step. You can buy some food for us first. There is not enough food on the road." Li Huowang said, looking at the lively market around him.

Now the language of the Qingqiu people is not compatible with their language, and in this aspect of negotiation, we have to rely on Sun Baolu, who can speak Qingqiu dialect.

Sun Baolu nodded, agreed with a full mouth, and was about to turn around and dive into the lively crowd.

But Li Huowang stopped him. "Wait a minute, is there a place to eat here? Others are hungry, so let's rest for a while."

Soon everyone came to a noodle shop. There were green noodles hanging in the grass shed, as if they had walked into a forest.

Listen to Sun Baolu say ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ a group of people who want to cook their own noodles, take as much as they eat. Mian Sangzi went to the store owner to collect the money according to the share.

This kind of eating method with the characteristics of Qingqiu, although no one else has seen it, it does not prevent them from eating very fragrantly.

The noodle shop was very lively, and there were many people eating noodles. Fortunately, there were noodles blocking it, and people nearby could not see Li Huowang and the others taking down their hats.

"Where's the steamed bun?" Li Huowang, who was full of food and drink, suddenly found that the dog's own was gone.

As soon as he turned his head to look for it, he saw that Mantou came through the noodle forest with something in his mouth.

It spat what was in its mouth to Li Huowang's feet, squatted down, stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail to ask Li Huowang for a reward.

"What is this?" Li Huowang asked in surprise, looking at a white bone at his feet.

Others don't know it, but the local Sun Baolu obviously knows it. He hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother Li, this is a horse bone. Qingqiu people must also eat horse meat when they raise horses. It tastes very good."