Di Xin took back the Xuanyuan Sword and saw Hong Jin's sword skills that were like cats and tigers. However, he was not angry, but looked happy.
On the contrary, Hong Jin was a little embarrassed, thinking that he had stolen a lesson from him.
Fortunately, no one was sleepy at all, so Di Xin taught a passage from the Taixuan Sutra, which allowed Hong Jin to further understand the Taixuan Sword Technique.
As for the others, except for Zhang Guifang who understood a little bit, Chen Fang and Yu Hua both felt like they were listening to a book from heaven and had no clue.
"Those who are destined to listen to this Taixuan Sutra can understand most of it, but those who are not destined to it, it is like a book from heaven. This is probably where the chance lies."
When Di Xin said that, except Hong Jin who was excited, everyone else looked envious. This might be a fairy tale.
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The next day, before dawn, Di Xin and his party set out on the road to Qinzhou.
Not long after walking, they encountered a group of Rong caravans. This group of Rong people had a bird hanging on their banners, and their clothes were more like those of the Middle-earth people. The caravan was very large, and they also set up camps.
There are also caravans coming and going.
"Your Majesty, these are the Rong people of the Wutiao clan, but I don't know which branch they are."
The Wuniao Rong people are said to be the descendants of Shaohao. They use birds as totems. Because they are good at trade, they have traces of them in the Eastern Barbarians and the Western Rong, as well as in the Southern Barbarians and Beidi.
You can also take a good rest when you encounter their caravan.
"Let's go over and take a look!"
Di Xin gave an order, and the five people took out their gray robes and covered their faces so that others could not recognize them.
Entering the Black Bird Man's camp went smoothly, and there was also a Black Bird Man as a guide who led the five of them to a small food stall.
Di Xin was also hungry. The stall made a kind of yellow noodles, sprinkled with sauce, which was quite appetizing.
After several people finished eating, they gave the stall owner a few shell coins so that they could chat with each other.
After getting to know them, I found out that this group of caravans was going to the Great Food Country. They bought a large amount of porcelain, tea and the like in Chaoge, and they could make a lot of money by selling them to the Great Food Country.
Di Xin and the stall owner talked about the beliefs of their black bird people.
"Sir, you don't know that our Wuniao people's belief in Blackbird is the same as that of the merchants. The difference is that we are Rong people and have never been recognized by Chaoge. Otherwise, who would make this knife tip?
A blood-licking business."
"Xuanniao!"
Di Xin smiled and said that as soon as he came in, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, and he didn't even feel any discomfort here.
Then I looked at the black bird picture on the totem flag, which seemed to be a little smart and full of goodwill towards Di Xin.
Just as he was talking, an energetic Rong girl ran over. He was wearing a very revealing short skirt, a leather waistcoat, and a red pom-pom on his head. He looked very good-looking.
"I heard that you are from Middle-earth?"
The voice was as sweet and melodious as an oriole. Di Xin turned his head and saw that the girl's big eyes were fluttering, as if she could talk.
Di Xin smiled and said, "Yes, we are people from China, and we are going to Qinzhou this time."
"Qinzhou? Such a desolate place, what are you going to do there?"
"Increase your knowledge and appreciate the natural beauty of mountains and rivers. This is the purpose."
The girl tilted her head, looking very cute, as if she couldn't understand what the good-looking man in front of her was saying.
But the man in front of her was very good-looking, especially the voice, which was so magnetic that people couldn't help but think of it. The girl blushed, looked at Di Xin with wide eyes, then stamped her feet and ran away.
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The stall owner next to him also smiled warmly and said, "This is the leader's daughter, Wu Shiluo. She is the envoy of Xuanniao and also our saint."
"Oh? Wushi Luo? Saint?"
No wonder this girl has a trace of spiritual energy on her body, that's why.
Just as he was talking, many Rong warriors surrounded the stall.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Guifang, Hong Jin, Xu Fang, and Yu Hua took out their weapons one after another, with a hint of fierceness in their eyes.
The stall owner was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and did not dare to move.
"Don't be afraid, it's nothing."
Di Xin comforted the stall owner and then turned to look at these Rong people.
But at this moment, the girl who had just left and returned pulled a middle-aged man in.
This middle-aged man had a general belly and looked like he loved his daughter.
"Abba, this is the man, I want him to be my husband."
"What!"
Rong girls are quite open-minded and will bravely pursue anyone they like. This matter is even more blessed by the totem.
The middle-aged man looked at several people up and down. Zhang Guifang and the other four were obviously the guards, but this broad-shouldered man had a sense of obedience about him.
The Urong leader, who has been to many countries, knows that this innate sense of majesty, which comes naturally to his bones, will never be formed without the influence of several generations.
The leader of Wu Rong naturally knew that this man was unusual, so he couldn't help but feel timid and said to his daughter, "My dear daughter, you don't even know his name, but you want him to be your husband. How can you do this?"
When the girl heard this, she immediately ran to Di Xin and asked, "My name is Luo, what is your name?"
Di Xin smiled and wanted to touch the red pompom on her head, but still did not reach out.
"My name is Zishou. The little girl is so bold. Aren't you afraid of meeting bad people?"
"Zi Shou? I understand."
After saying that, he was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned back to Di Xin and said, "When you encounter bad people, you will naturally be protected by black birds, look!"
After saying that, the girl named Luo opened her palm, and there was a tiny black bird flying happily in her palm. But Di Xin's eyes lit up. He could clearly feel that the black bird in her palm seemed to be a totem.
an application.
Luo was quite proud. Whenever she showed it, all the Rong people looked at her with shocked eyes and worshiped her like a god.
But it was obvious that the magnetic man in front of him was not surprised at all.
Di Xin wanted to tease the saint in front of him, so he smiled and said, "Hey, your black bird is very interesting. Can you lend it to me for a few days?"
Ruo was obviously stunned, and then said blankly, "If you can take it, I'll lend it to you."
As soon as Luo finished speaking, the little black bird in her hand felt the fluctuation from her mother, so it broke away from her hand and flew directly to Di Xin's palm.
Di Xin had this little black bird in his hands, and he seemed to know everything about the entire Wushi Rong people at once. They believed in the black bird and worshiped it every day. The power of incense belief was concentrated on this little black bird.
It's like shackles.
Ruo seemed to be shocked by the sight in front of her. She never thought why the black bird in her palm would not listen to her words, and the feeling of pleasure was something she had never experienced before.
But the man in front of her didn't have any flavor of totem sacrifice, and he didn't even have any mana fluctuations. An indescribable feeling invaded her head.
"You have too many shackles on your body, let me help you remove them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, something seemed to fall off the little black bird, and then it became as dazzling as the sun, making the surrounding soldiers unable to open their eyes.