Fang Ling did not rush to leave the mountain, but walked deep into the mountain.

The monkey tribe is not small in size, and there should be some good things.

After a while, he found a pool of fine wine deep in the mountains.

Like the human race, the monkeys have the habit of drinking, and they are also natural wine-making masters.

For all monkeys, the wine pool is a holy place.

Therefore, it is very difficult for the outside world to buy monkey wine. Every jar of monkey wine appears in the world, which means that a group of monkeys has been wiped out.

This pool of wine exudes a strong aroma of wine, and just a sip makes people feel refreshed.

Monkey wine is not only delicious, but also because its ingredients are all spiritual fruits in the mountains, so it is also a rare tonic.

The medicinal power of the spiritual fruit has accumulated in this wine pool for many years and has been fermented continuously, and it has become quite mellow.

If a person with insufficient cultivation drinks too much at a time, there is even danger of spiritual power exploding.

"The wilderness is deep here, and the monkey group is quite powerful. I guess it has been around for a long time."

"The quality of this pool of monkey wine is of high quality!" Fang Ling thought, and immediately took out a gourd from the storage ring.

This gourd is just a magic weapon with two levels of prohibition, and he can't remember which killing it was obtained.

The gourd has no power, it is just a top-notch container.

In a short while, the pond of monkey wine was poured into the gourd.

He tasted it lightly and the medicinal power of the wine was far beyond his expectations, and it was enough to meet several days of hard practice.

However, he did not intend to finish all of it, but wanted to leave some to take it back and respect his masters.

There is nothing good here except Monkey Wine.

Fang Ling waved his hand to withdraw from the Salami Realm and left the mountain.

But not long after he left, a few people suddenly followed him.

These people also wear strange clothes, like people from the Miaojiang tribe.

The woman who was almost ruined by the black-haired demon monkey just now was also among them.

At this moment, she snuggled up against a strong man, still in shock and a little haggard.

"Duoer, did he save you just now?" asked the strong man.

The woman nodded and whispered: "It's him."

When the man heard this, he immediately stepped forward to bow to Fang Ling.

"Thank you for saving my wife from the demon monkey. I am so grateful to Tu'er."

"To express my gratitude, I want to invite my benefactor to visit my Tu tribe!"

The strong man was named Tuer, and he was the leader of the Tu family in Miaojiang.

Because his tribe members were sick, he had to take these stronger tribe members into the wilderness to find medicinal materials.

But due to some accidents, the people in the team separated, and his wife Duoer almost fell into danger.

Fang Ling nodded, and followed them just in time and didn't say anything. Maybe he could find out some information he needed.

Tu'er was very happy to see Fang Ling agreeing.

He didn't ask about Fang Ling's origin, he just asked about his name.

Miaojiang is close to this wilderness, so these Miaojiang tribes are very familiar with this place.

Fang Ling followed them almost unobstructedly, and he never encountered any demons along the way.

A few days later, he left the wilderness and came to the Tushi tribe.

The Toushi tribe is just a small tribe in Miaojiang, with only more than 20,000 tribe members.

The tribe leader Tuer is the strongest person in this tribe, and his realm is in the early stage of the Tianquan Realm.

The buildings in the tribe are very simple, mostly high-column-style bamboo houses or thatched huts.

Their clothes are also simple, mostly in vegetarian clothes, and their living conditions seem to be inferior to those of Nanyang.

But Fang Ling walked in the tribe, but felt that the people here were not living a miserable life.

The men, women, young and old he saw on the road were mostly full of smiles, and the atmosphere in the tribe was quite good.

"My benefactor, this is the soul-raising tea for our Tu tribe. Try it!"

A big fat boy walked towards Fang Ling with a cup of tea.

This fat boy is named Tushan, and he is the son of Tuer and Duoer.

People in Miaojiang practice witchcraft, and witchcraft skills are closely related to the strength of their souls.

Therefore, the monks in Miaojiang all pay special attention to the cultivation of their souls.

But I don't care so much about the body and spiritual power.

Almost every tribe has ancient recipes with a long history.

These ancient formulas have been improved from generation to generation and are the core of a tribal inheritance.

Fang Ling drank it all and felt a sense of comfort.

The feeling of nourishing the soul makes him floating in ecstasy.

At this time, Tu'er also came over, holding an ancient wooden box in his hand.

"This soul-raising tea in our tribe! The longer the year, the more mellow the taste, the better the effect of increasing soul power."

"The box in my hand is passed down from my ancestors, and it has a soul-raising tea of ​​10,000 years."

"In the tribe, it is definitely the oldest one!"

"You are the most respected guest, and I hope you don't dislike this little gift from our family."

Tu'er handed the box of ten thousand-year soul-raising tea with both hands, hoping to repay Fang Ling with this.

"Thank you!" Fang Ling put the box of tea into the storage ring.

Seeing Fang Ling accepting the gift, Tu'er smiled on his face, and then said, "By the way, my grandfather has also returned from taking herbs."

"I'll take you to see him now. He is the old man in our tribe who has lived the longest, and he is also the previous patriarch."

"He may know where there is the free and rebirth mantra that his benefactor wants to inquire about." Tu'er said again.

On the way back to Miaojiang from the wilderness, Fang Ling had already inquired about these things from Tu'er.

But Tu'er has limited knowledge and is not clear.

He followed Tu'er in the tribe for a while and soon arrived at the old grandfather's residence.

The old grandfather was tidying up her medicinal materials in front of the bamboo house. When he saw Tu'er bringing people over, he hurried to the water tank beside him to scoop a scoop of water to wash his hands.

He heard from the tribe that Fang Ling saved Duoer in the wilderness, so he regarded Fang Ling as a distinguished guest.

"What do you want to know about the younger generation?" Old Ah asked straight to the point.

Fang Ling: "I want to know where to find a witch cultivator who can learn the Free Wizard Mantra or the Rebirth Mantra."

When the old grandfather heard this, he immediately wrinkled his face and looked at Fang Ling carefully up and down.

"These two types of mantras are used to solve the mantra for seeking death. If you are born in the mantra for seeking death?" he asked in surprise.

Fang Ling nodded.

Tu Er, who was beside him, also looked shocked when he heard this.

The Death-seeking Mantra is very well-known in the mantras, and most witch cultivators have heard of it.

It is said that the person who is in the curse will be tortured by the soul tearing at all times, and the pain will continue to become stronger until the person who is in the curse cannot hold on and takes the initiative to seek death.

But Fang Ling in front of them looked very calm. In their eyes, this was simply terrible...

How strong patience does it take to do this?

Seeing that they were so surprised, Fang Ling did not explain much and looked at the old grandfather silently.

The old grandfather came back to his senses and quickly said, "Who can do the free curse of the old man is not sure, but he knows that there is a tribe that has passed on the mantra of rebirth for generations."

"That is one of the largest tribes in our Miaojiang, the Lan tribe."

"The Lan tribe is very far from our Tu's tribe, but you can let Tu'er take you there."

"When Tu'er was young, he went to the Lan tribe to practice," he said.

Tu'er, who was on the side, asked, "Grandpa, the Lan tribe has inherited eleven mantras in total, and there seems to be no mantra of rebirth?"

The old grandfather smiled and said, "What everyone knows is not trustworthy. Outsiders only know that our Tu tribe only has one magic, but in fact we have two!"

"Do you think the Lan tribe will not have hidden magic? I'm sure there must be someone in this Lan tribe who will be reborn."

"Because my grandfather, when I was young, I also visited the Lan tribe and talked about a girl from the Lan tribe, which I learned from her."

Fang Ling was secretly happy, but he didn't expect that he was so lucky. As soon as he came to Miaojiang, he found out the whereabouts of the mantra of rebirth.
Chapter completed!