From the looks of the two of them, it seemed like they were desolate people. This place was very close to the desolate tribe, so it was not a strange thing to encounter the desolate people.

The man took half a step forward and protected the woman behind him. He still held the bow and arrow tightly in his hand. He looked at Xu Chuan and asked in a strange and low tone: "People from the Central Plains, what are you doing here?"

This place is close to the tribe, and there are old people and children among them. On the occasion of the tribe's large-scale activities, a strange Central Plains person appears here. No matter how you look at it, it is something worthy of vigilance.

Xu Chuan said calmly: "Go somewhere, there are things to do."

The man looked at Xu Chuan quietly. After a moment, he put down his bow and arrow, whether because he did not notice any malicious intent. The woman behind him also put down her bow and arrow at the same time.

But suddenly, they both opened their bows and shot again.

The sharp arrow suddenly pierced the air and headed in the direction of Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan looked calm and turned a blind eye to this, because the moment the opponent opened his bow, he had already noticed that the two arrows were not aimed at him.

Sure enough, two arrows were shot from a position about one meter to his left and right. There were two pops, as if they had hit something.

A look of joy appeared on the faces of the man and the woman, and they passed by Xu Chuan and ran dozens of meters behind him.

There was a snow sheep that had been hit by two arrows.

One arrow hit its front legs, and the other arrow went directly into its head.

The woman pulled out the two arrows, observed them for a moment and then put them into the quiver behind her. The man grabbed the snow sheep's front legs and suddenly carried it behind her back.

The 100 kilogram snow sheep didn't seem to place much burden on him.

Afterwards, the two of them ignored Xu Chuan and crossed the snow hills to leave.

Xu Chuan glanced at the ring on his finger, thought for a moment, and then followed them directly.

The two of them didn't seem to have any objections to Xu Chuan's behavior.

After walking like this for a while, I saw a lonely tent.

As if aware of the movement, the tent door suddenly opened, and a short boy rushed out. He looked at the woman and man happily and called, "Abba, Ama!"

But when he saw Xu Chuan behind the two of them, his expression suddenly became tense.

The woman and the man didn't say much. After entering the tent together, the man handed a bone knife to the little boy, and the little boy ran out of the tent with the bone knife in his hand with an excited look on his face.

Xu Chuan looked at this scene thoughtfully. He remembered that the Huangren tribe seemed to have a winter ritual passed down from ancient times.

Children who are over twelve years old will go hunting in the mountains accompanied by their parents. If they can hunt half a carload of prey before the North Atami thaws, they have completed the winter gift and grown into a qualified warrior.

It is also the last time that parents accompany their children.

There are probably many similar desolate families in the entire Tianqi Mountains.

The woman handled the snow sheep quietly, while the man came over with a dried and pickled fish and a bowl of hot water.

Xu Chuan looked at the food and water in front of him, and the illusory concept of desolate man gradually became real.

He tore off a piece of fish meat, put it into his mouth and chewed it. He wondered if the fish meat was of excellent quality. After being marinated, it still tasted delicious.

The deserted man is indeed interesting.

After the deserted man handed over the dried fish and water, he turned around and worked with the woman on the snow sheep. The three of them were in the tent without any communication.

But the atmosphere didn't seem awkward, instead it was extremely natural.

Unknowingly, Xu Chuan ate all the fish and drank it with hot water. His whole body seemed to feel a little clearer.

He put down the bowl, called the man, and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. I have something I need you to do. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"

The Huangren man wiped off the blood on his hands and asked puzzledly: "Why do you need me to do your things?"

"Because this is not my business, but your barren people's business." He said, took off the ring from his hand and said: "Bring this ring to the elders and priests of your tribe, if they are willing to obey

The effect this ring brings is that when spring comes, take this ring and go to Daming Lake to find me. Of course, if you don't want to, just treat it as a thing and return it to its original owner."

The man in the desert was a little confused. His eyes fell on the ring, and his expression quickly changed from confusion to shock.

He looked at Xu Chuan with some hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, saying: "Meet the sect master."

The woman was also a little shocked, but she quickly reacted and knelt down in front of Xu Chuan along with her man.

As soon as Xu Chuan thought, an invisible force made the two of them stand up again, and then he flicked the ring out of his hand quite lightly.

It spun in the air and fell towards the deserted man.

The man hurriedly took the ring off. While he was shocked by Xu Chuan's clever skills in his calmness, he also carefully held the ring in his hands with both hands, feeling completely at a loss.

And when he looked up again, Xu Chuan's figure had already disappeared without knowing when.

A quarter of an hour later, the desert man, wearing armor and a bow, said goodbye to his wife and children and headed towards the tribe.

Like a messenger who has received a sacred mission, his face is full of solemnity and solemnity.

...

Xu Chuan didn't pay too much attention to the reaction of the Huangren tribe.

If the Huangren tribe comes and regards him as the leader of the Ming Sect, then he will naturally assume the responsibility of the leader and provide them with protection.

But if the Desolate Tribe doesn't come, it still doesn't matter to him.

Even if the deserted man concealed the matter, he still wouldn't care.

At this moment, he was still walking alone in the depths of the Tianqi Mountains. As night fell, the sky was filled with stars, and the starlight fell on the white snow covering the wilderness, looking extremely beautiful.

Along the way, he saw many tents like those set up by the deserted family before, scattered in the corners of the snow hills.

Of course, he also discovered many deacons of the Judgment Department wandering in the shadows, waiting for opportunities.

These people go deep into the wilderness long before winter comes, specializing in carrying out tasks such as destruction, killing, and gathering intelligence.

They may work in groups of three or two.

Like a ghost, wandering wantonly in the darkness.

Whenever they encounter Xu Chuan, they will die quietly and silently, and then quickly become stiff in the cold winter wind.

Some people resisted, but the cage they gathered together was like a chicken coop built with bamboo fences, which could easily be broken in an instant.

Then, die.

Xu Chuan was very calm about this, because whether it was because of the gift of a meal from Huang Ren, because of his status as the head of the Ming Sect, or because he was not happy with the Adjudication Department, or the entire Xiling.

His actions were all reasonable.

He even left without even disposing of the body.

About half a day after he left, a girl in white came out of the snowy field. Her slightly blank eyes made her look particularly indifferent.

She saw the corpses of the deacons of the Temple's Adjudication Department stiffened in the wind and snow, and a somewhat complicated look appeared in her eyes, but quickly disappeared.

She didn't know why she came here regardless of Zhu Zhihua's plea.

I don't know why I came here.

Perhaps, she just wanted to find an answer.

After stepping over the stiff corpses, she continued walking deeper into the Tianqi Mountains.

...

On top of a very high snow cliff, Ye Hongyu stood calmly in the whistling cold wind. Her red dress was like a gorgeous fire cloud, and her face was as clear and as clear as water, as quiet as a distant mountain, full of holy and inviolable meaning.

And with the howling winter wind, the red skirt swayed wantonly, revealing a pair of naked and smooth legs, making her look holy and full of unspeakable temptation.

A deacon from the Adjudication Department dressed in black appeared below the snow cliff, lowering his head and saying something.

The sound entered her ears clearly even though it was tens of feet away.

She lowered her eyes slightly, a trace of surprise appeared on her cold face.

"Eighteen deacons died?"

This is not a trivial matter. There are only about twenty people in the Adjudication Department who have the strength to go deep into this place.

But in just one day, more than half of them died.

Her uncle, who is sitting on the throne of judgment, is afraid that he will not expose this matter easily.

Although she heard that her uncle had fallen into trouble in Zuozhang Royal Court a few days ago, he was still alive after all.

It would be even more difficult for an injured high priest to tolerate her.

Her eyes moved, and a clear voice came from her bright red lips.

"take me."

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and said again: "That loser Long Qing seems to have come to the wasteland. Let him bring people to fill the vacancy here as soon as possible."

It has to be said that although Long Qing suffered setbacks one after another, he was even imprisoned in Youge.

But there was a nymphomaniac who interceded with the Yan Kingdom in the name of the Yuelun Kingdom, and Long Qing re-cultivated to the higher realm of Dongxuan.

The temple finally released him, but removed him from his position as the second director of the Judgment Department and became an ordinary deacon of the Judgment Department.

But in recent years, apart from Wei Guangming, he is the only person who can get out of the Youge.

Now that the gate of Demon Sect Mountain is about to open, and the news spreads that the Book of Heaven is about to appear, if Long Qing can make a contribution this time, he might be able to return to the seat of the Judgment Division. Of course, if he can step into Zhiming, he will naturally
To be continued...