It was a face full of energy.
A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old has a beautiful oval face. Although her complexion is not fair, it has a healthy luster and a touch of ruddy color. Her pair of dark eyes are simple and pure, shining like the surface of a lake refracted by the sun. With a strong sense of surprise, he looked closely at Lingchu.
Her long black hair was braided into two braids, hanging on her shoulders, with two small colorful flowers pinned to her ears. The flowers were crystal clear and full of vitality, just like the girl in front of her.
Lingchu was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask who this girl was and where he was. Only then did he realize that his throat seemed to be injured, and his vocal cords were dry and uncomfortable. When he opened his mouth, there was a stinging pain.
With no choice but to close his mouth again, Lingchu frowned slightly.
It seemed that she had to think about it. First, restore her vocal cords. Then she thought again. It seemed that whether she could speak or not was not important. Restoring her meridians first was the most important thing. No, she should restore her mobility first.
Many thoughts flashed through Lingchu's mind instantly.
But the strange girl seemed to understand Lingchu's doubts, a happy smile appeared on her face, and she said in a clear voice, "Ah Qiao Ah Lou, Du is so good, but Zegu is so good."
The girl's enunciation was very clear.
However, Lingchu's face was full of astonishment. Where was the language?
Where was she sent by the space rift?
Isn't it no longer on the Eastern Continent?
Countless doubts emerged one after another in Lingchu's heart. For a moment, Lingchu even forgot about the pain in his body. Suddenly, the originally calm sea of consciousness began to ripple.
Aluo excitedly talked a lot to this person who looked like a fairy on the snow-capped mountains. As a result, he lowered his head and met the fairy's beautiful eyes, and was suddenly stunned.
The fairy's eyes seemed to be very confused.
It's hard to say what else A Luo has done. He thinks he has a way of reading looks and reading people's hearts.
Therefore, Aluo stopped chattering and said hesitantly, "What is your clan's language?"
Lingchu understood this sentence. At least, she understood you and still had something to say.
Nodding with difficulty, Lingchu blinked her eyes, indicating that she understood this sentence.
A Luo's originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed after receiving Lingchu's affirmation. In his eyes, pure joy was mixed with a bit of fear.
"Are you one of the masters from the upper clan?" Aluolian lowered his voice a lot, and looked at Lingchu's expression carefully with his big eyes, as if he was afraid that his questions would arouse Lingchu's resentment.
After seeing the undisguised doubts expressed by the fairy-like person in front of him, Aluo relaxed a little.
"Aren't you the master of the superior clan?"
Lingchu didn't know who this superior clan's guru was. Hearing this, he blinked his eyes affirmatively.
A Luo finally felt relieved this time. The masters of the upper clan and the people of the clan all regarded their own identity as the greatest honor. How could they deny their identity?
"Great." A Luo stretched out his little hand, patted his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Lowering his head again and seeing the confusion in Lingchu's eyes, Aluo immediately returned to his original liveliness and started chattering, "What I just said is the dialect here. In the small tribe, everyone communicates like this. What I am saying now , are words only spoken in those big tribes. They call it Shangzu dialect, and they also stipulate that this Shangzu dialect is a common language for all tribes. Fortunately, my mother-in-law taught me. In our tribe, I must be the The superior said it best."
A Luo raised his eyebrows with a little pride in his eyes, and smiled brightly and sunnyly.
Connecting with the power of Taoism in the body, a small stream of pure warmth slowly wrapped around Lingchu's throat.
Opening his mouth, Lingchu let out a broken word, "Tribe"
This voice was very quiet and very fine. After speaking, the warm current dissipated.
If it weren't for Lingchu and the girl being the only two people in the tent, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hear it at all.
A Luo's hearing was obviously very good. Although he could not hear clearly, he still understood what Lingchu meant and said with a smile, "The tribe I belong to is called Chishui tribe. The largest tribe around is called Yan tribe. I heard that Yan tribe Inside, the adult sons and daughters are all warriors, and there are many priests. Unlike our Chishui tribe, there are only a few warriors, and there is only one priest, my mother-in-law. However, my mother-in-law said that I also became a priest. I have the potential to become the priest of our tribe in the future and become the high priest within a thousand miles radius!"
Red water department? Yanbu? warrior? Sacrifice? High priest?
What are these?
No, a thought suddenly flashed through Lingchu's mind. She seemed to have seen these statements somewhere before.
Is it in the sect?
Which book?
Lingchu frowned and kept thinking about it in his mind.
"By the way, my name is A Luo. I am Luo from Luoshui. Luoshui River is our mother river." The girl smiled happily, revealing her neat and white teeth.
Lingchu, who was lying on the bed, instantly lit up his eyes.
She knew where she was.
Luoshui River!
Northern desert!
Soulless Jedi!
The cradle of sin!
Endless wilderness!
Sure enough, she is no longer in Donglu!
Lingchu took a deep breath unconsciously, and suddenly felt the pain in his body became more obvious.
The Northern Desert, also known as the Northern Continent, actually borders the Eastern Continent. However, there is an area called Devil's Sand between the two continents.
Devil's Sand separates the Eastern and Northern Continent.
It was a place that was difficult to get out safely without the Nascent Soul. If you wanted to pass through the Devil's Sand, you must at least have the strength of the Golden Core. Of course, the Nascent Soul was the safest.
However, even if the Nascent Soul monks can pass through the Devil's Sand safely, not many Nascent Soul monks are willing to come to the Northern Desert, because the Northern Desert is a unique place.
No one knew why, just separated by Devil's Sand and the Northern Desert, there was suddenly no trace of spiritual power.
But for monks, a place without spiritual power is basically a deserted place.
However, there is always a glimmer of vitality in the way of heaven, and the spiritual vitality of this northern desert should be found in the Luoshui River mentioned by A Luo.
This Luoshui River is recorded in classics as flowing through the entire Northern Wilderness, providing a source of life for the residents in the Northern Wilderness Desert. At the same time, a strange plant grows at the bottom of this Luoshui River. Stone.
This kind of stone is just like the spiritual stone in the world of cultivation. It contains strong spiritual power. In Beihuang, it is called the Luoshui Divine Stone.
As for why this northern wasteland is called the cradle of evil, it is because here, there are countless demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, or other cultivators who are wanted and hunted in other continents.
Jueling has the natural barrier of Devil's Sand, and there is no righteous sect here. It is simply the best place for those monks who are wanted and hunted by the righteous way.
Therefore, Northern Wasteland is another chaotic place.
