Mo Wuxie, Qu Yuan, and eight people from the Gaotu tribe finally arrived at the 'city' that Mo Wuxie saw in the sky.
This city is just like what Qu Yuan said.
I saw that the city wall was only one meter high, and after years of sand erosion, there were holes in many places and some collapsed. Looking in from the gate, I saw an avenue leading straight inside, with huge and dilapidated buildings of uneven heights on both sides.
. Among them, a huge mansion is located at the end of the avenue, with a huge chess piece hanging on it, with the word Gao Tu written on it. The big flag is fluttering in the wind, and the sound of cheering can be heard even from the door.
Obviously, this is the Gaotu tribe.
Today, it seems that the Gaotu people are a little unusual. Well-trained guards are standing on the wall looking into the distance. There are patrols coming and going on the streets in the city. As for the roof, there are many ordinary people practicing in the strong wind.
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From time to time, the sound of drills came from the city, and after a while, you could feel the ground shaking!
"What a strong folk custom!" Mo Wuxie said in surprise.
"Lingguo is a warlike race, so it's not surprising. What's strange is that today seems a bit unusual, smelling like gunpowder!" Qu Yuan observed carefully, her wise eyes staring inside.
At this moment, two rows of soldiers rushed out of the city with a roar.
The soldiers were all dressed in gray and white linen clothes, and their cold spearheads were pointed at the two of them. It seemed that as long as the leader issued an order, they could pierce Mo Wuxie and Qu Yuan in an instant!
A man wrapped in animal skin, who seemed to be their leader, held a sword in his hand and glanced coldly at Mo Wuxie and Qu Yuan!
Passing by Mo Wuxie, Qu Yuan came to the young prince, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "My subordinates have met the young prince!"
On the way here, Mo Wuxie already knew that this young prince was called Gao Tai, and he was the son and only son of the leader of the Gao Tu tribe.
Gao Tai's cultivation level is not high, he is just a King of Martial Arts. However, observing his expression, he is a smart person.
Gao Tai helped the man up and said, "Thank you, General Gao!" He looked at Mo Wuxie and Qu Yuan and said with a smile, "These two are my saviors, please get out of here!"
As soon as his words came out, the soldiers surrounding Mo Wuxie immediately dispersed and lined up in two lines to stand behind General Gao.
Gao Tai said: "Hurry up and inform my father that a noble person from our Gaotu tribe has arrived!"
General Gao performed a military salute and ran into the city with his team.
"I think we'd better go see the clan leader!"
Mo Wuxie's identity means that in the martial arts empire, even Wang Qing and nobles have to personally welcome him. At this time and place, he is not familiar with the place, just to express a sense of humility.
Gao Tai shook his head and said: "How is this possible! You are my benefactors. We Gaotu people have clear grudges. This is our etiquette. Please wait a moment!"
At the end of the main road in the city is the meeting hall. After General Gao entered, a two-meter-old man walked out, walking like a tiger, with a trace of majesty between his brows.
This is Gao Lei, the leader of the Gaotu tribe.
Gao Lei was simply dressed in linen, and his hair was pinned with a copper crown.
He almost ran out, followed by some people, who seemed to be elders of the clan.
"Gao Lei, the leader of the Gao Tu tribe, I have met my benefactor!" Gao Lei saluted Mo Wuxie with a smile on his face.
Gao Lei showed no pretense, which greatly increased Mo Wuxie's favor. Although they were very poor, they treated people well! He nodded and said, "Clan leader, you're welcome. I just happened to save Mr. Ling at the right time!"
Gao Lei stretched out his hand and said, "Please come in, benefactor!"
A total of thirteen people followed Gao Lei out, all of them men, and they immediately moved out of the way.
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "Clan leader, please!"
Gao Lei looked very bold and unpretentious, walking side by side with Mo Wuxie!
In the living room, Gao Lei naturally had many words of thanks. Of course, as the head of the clan, he naturally asked about Mo Wuxie's origins. Mo Wuxie did not tell him the truth, only that he was someone who traveled in the mainland.
Gao Lei stopped asking questions, secretly thinking that he was a member of the big family who was traveling. But he was particularly happy because they were in a very bad situation now and were facing a big problem. He hoped that Mo Wuxie could help them overcome the difficulty.
Of course, he did not intend to ask for help right away. As a clan leader, he would naturally find the right time to ask for help.
Mo Wuxie thought Gao Lei was hospitable and happily chatted with him.
At the luncheon, Mo Wuxie and Qu Yuan were naturally rude. He wolfed down the food as if he hadn't eaten in months, while Qu Yuan was a bit particular, chewing slowly and giving off an aristocratic air.
Although this meal was treated as a distinguished guest for the Gaotu people, it was just some steamed buns, amaranth stalks and the like. Mo Wuxie was particularly happy to eat it, because it was a meal he had never eaten before and it felt very fresh.
How could Qu Yuan not be the same!
They thought this was a novelty, but it made the people of the Gaotu tribe suffer. This was Gao Lei, the chief of the tribe,'s high-end food for a month.
The clan leader was even more happy when he saw that they didn't dislike their food. When he saw that Mo Wuxie had almost eaten, he revealed what was on his mind.
"My benefactor, you saved my child's life. I shouldn't ask you for anything more, but our Gaotu tribe's lives are hanging by a thread, so I still want to ask you to do us a favor!"
After saying that, the clan leader knelt down in front of Mo Wuxie himself, and everyone who was accompanying him to eat also knelt down.
Mo Wuxie didn't know what was going on and asked, "Tell me, what is it? Are you short of money? I will donate one million taels of flowers to you!"
Are you kidding, are they short of money? In fact, they are short of money, but what is even more short of money is food.
Gao Tai knelt aside and said: "Benefactor, we don't need money. Too much money will be of no use to us. What we are facing now is the disaster of the family's destruction. Can you please help us? Gao Tai is incompetent. If
You don’t mind it, I’m willing to be your slave for the rest of my life!”
Seeing how solemn they said it, Mo Wuxie knew that they must have a big problem.
Everyone hopes that someone will help them in times of crisis, and Mo Wuxie ate someone else's meal. Although it was a meal to repay a favor, he felt a little guilty, and felt compassion and asked: "What's the matter? Tell me and I'll take a look."
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It turns out that there is a larger tribe thirty miles to the west of the Gaotu tribe. For some unknown reason, this tribe asked them to donate a thousand cattle and sheep, hundreds of pieces of brocade, and ten thousand catties of fine iron a month ago.
They are just a small tribe, so small that even eating and drinking is a problem. Not to mention a thousand cattle and sheep, even ten are a problem. Not to mention hundreds of brocades, thousands of pounds of iron, this is simply killing them!
However, the one-month period given to them by this tribe has expired. If they do not hand over these things tomorrow, they will face the danger of massacre by this tribe.
Gao Tai went to his grandmother's house just to seek help. He never expected to encounter a pack of demonic wolves encircling him along the way. He almost died without even borrowing the tribute.
The appearance of Mo Wuxie gave them hope. They hoped that a strong man would appear and uphold justice for them.
Mo Wuxie was filled with indignation, slapped the table and stood up, saying: "Damn it, I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. I'm helping you! Tomorrow, I will meet you.