Under Gu Xu's persistence, the white-haired boy finally "reluctantly" agreed to help him.
At this moment, with the death of Kongxuan Sanren, Liangzhou City's promotion formation was completely reduced to nothingness.
The residents of Liangzhou who were affected by the causal spell and hated Gu Xu have already returned to normal. They seemed to have lost the memory of just now, treating Gu Xu as an insignificant passerby, and their eyes did not even want to stay on him for a moment longer.
Gu Xu sighed again.
He put away his Jinghong pen, took one last look at the place where the snow girl disappeared, and then walked on the bluestone pavement towards the west city gate.
That was the border line of the Daqi Dynasty.
After leaving the city gate, there is an endless wild land.
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Beyond the Wall.
The wind howled and the reeds swayed.
A group of bronze-skinned brawny men galloped on horses in the endless wilderness.
They wore brightly colored clothes with tight cuffs, leather belts around their waists, trousers, leather boots, and shining silver scimitars.
Around their necks, there was a string of white bone necklaces hanging, which swayed and collided in the strong wind, making sounds.
This group of people is the "Northwestern Barbarians" in the eyes of the Qi people.
Of course, they do not call themselves "barbarians", but call their own group "wolf people".
They are like a pack of wolves on the grassland, believing in the law of the weak and the strong. Whenever they killed an enemy, they would take a piece of the enemy's bone and string it on their necklace.
The more bones strung on the necklace, the more respect it will gain from its fellow tribesmen.
"Brother Halbala, look, there is a person on the hill ahead!" At this time, a short barbarian suddenly pointed forward and shouted, "Looking at his clothes, he should be a Qi man!"
The "Brother Harabar" he calls is the leader of this group of people and the highly anticipated young master of the depression tribe.
He is tall and has well-defined muscles, built one by one like bricks. When people see him, they will involuntarily think of the word "violence".
His body is covered with tattoos of beasts, and a heavy bone string hangs around his neck.
"Alone?" Harabar frowned.
As we all know, the northwest wasteland is an extremely dangerous place.
Every nomadic tribe here is good at fighting on horseback. They may turn into robbers at any time and rob passing passers-by, caravans, and even other tribes.
Because of this, when the Qi people entered the northwest wilderness, they usually hired powerful practitioners to escort them all the way at great cost.
However, the Qi man on the hill ahead actually dared to walk alone in the wilderness!
Is he overestimating his abilities, or is he just too brave?
Harabar narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man for a moment, and murmured to himself: "He is actually a hairy boy as thin as a monkey!"
"Brother Harabar, let's go and rob him?" A strong young man suggested from the side, "Look, he doesn't even have a bag for food. You should know that this means-"
"He must be carrying a space magic weapon!" Harabar interrupted the man. When he said the words "space magic weapon", everyone present showed extremely obvious coveting eyes, and some even picked up their riding whips and prepared to rush forward.
The cultivation system of the northwest barbarians mainly focuses on sharpening the physical body with the help of totems. It lacks the mysterious and unpredictable Taoist methods in the Central Plains region, let alone the methods of drawing talismans, setting up formations, refining weapons, etc.
Because of this, magic weapons are extremely precious items on the grasslands, which always cause fierce competition among various tribes.
Harabar hesitated.
He felt that if a Qi man dared to walk alone on the grassland with a magical weapon, he must have something to rely on.
But the tribesmen around him said:
"With so many of us, how can we not be able to defeat him?"
"Look at him, he's so young and doesn't even have hair on his head. How advanced can he be?"
"Brother Harabar, you are one of the strongest young men on the grassland and a candidate for the future Khan. How can that kid be your opponent?"
"..."
Under the flattery and encouragement of these people, Harabar's heart was filled with enthusiasm, and the more he listened, the more he felt that what they said made sense.
So he drew out his scimitar with one hand, pointed it forward, and whipped the horse's ass with the whip. In an instant, he rushed towards the opposite hill like an arrow from the string.
Not to be outdone, the tribesmen he led followed closely behind.
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Standing on the hill is a handsome young man wearing a blue shirt.
He frowned slightly and kept making gestures in the air with his hands, as if he was deducing something. Occasionally he would talk to himself in the air, as if someone was talking to him next to him.
When Harabar led the crowd towards him, he seemed to be still immersed in his own world and unaware of it.
Seeing such a scene, the prairie barbarians couldn't help but be overjoyed.
They felt that there was really a fool in Zhongyuan who sent them a magic weapon, and he couldn't even detect the crisis that was right in front of them.
However, the joy of the barbarians did not last long.
When they entered the range of more than ten miles around the young man in green shirt, they suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall, and fell to the ground one after another, causing them to fall over their feet.
Immediately afterwards, the originally solid rocky ground under their feet suddenly became as loose and soft as sand. The barbarians were trapped deeper and deeper into it, making it difficult to escape.
Harabar realized that he had hit a hard wall this time.
Relying on his strong body and the power of the totem, he put aside his flattery, held the scimitar, jumped up from the soft sand, and ran towards the young man in green shirt as lightly as a swallow.
The group of people he brought had varying levels of cultivation, and most of them probably didn't have the ability to escape from this trap.
If they all fell here today, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss to the depression tribe.
There is only one way to take them back intact -
Defeat the young man in green shirt with strange methods.
…………
This young man in green shirt is naturally Gu Xu, who left Daqi and came to the wilderness.
During this short break, he discussed the "Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique" with the white-haired boy and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the deduction of Taoism.
Of course, with his character, he would not put himself in danger easily.
With a stack of talismans that he had prepared, he set up a simple defensive formation around himself.
A few minutes later, this formation came in handy.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the barbarians struggling like maggots in the sand, as well as Harabar, who was carrying a gleaming scimitar and looking for a fight with him with murderous intent.
Logically speaking, he could easily beat this barbarian man to pieces by just taking out a few talismans.
But at this moment, the white-haired boy suddenly suggested in his mind: "Aren't you going to take this opportunity to practice your 'Destiny' power? It's not easy to find such a good sparring partner!"
(End of chapter)
