The Lao Ji Tou mentioned by the northern master Hu He is exactly the guide who is familiar with the ancient Rakshasa country.
However, this man had been sentenced to death for stealing a horse and was in prison, awaiting execution.
The Northern Hungarian King was not sure, so he quickly called the prison officer and asked for news about this person. Fortunately, because the New Year had just happened, the prisoners in the prison had not been executed, so the old plan leader was still alive.
"What a coincidence!"
Huhe smiled boldly at Feng Ziyue and said: "The land in the north is frozen for thousands of miles. There are not many Northern Huns who have been to the ancient Rakshasa country. Among them, the one who is most familiar with the road is this old Jitou. He was originally sentenced to
Now he can be punished for the death penalty and make meritorious service, and take Mr. Feng to the ancient Rakshasa country..."
He smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that what the old man said all day long that the ancient Rakshasa country had treasures was actually right. If we had known this, we should have gone to the ancient Rakshasa country to search for it...
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Hu He misunderstood Feng Ziyue's purpose, thinking that he came all the way here for some treasure or something.
Naturally, he did not dare to argue with Feng Ziyue, but it was a pity that he had never believed that there was a treasure under his nose.
Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently and did not explain.
However, this old strategist has been emphasizing the treasures in the ancient Rakshasa country, which is a bit strange. When he comes up, you have to ask questions.
After a while, I saw the prison officer escorting an old man in ragged clothes. He looked haggard, but had a firm expression and looked quite proud.
"Old Jitou, do you still remember me?"
The Northern Hungarian King shouted, and the old Ji raised his head and glanced at the Northern Hungarian King, "Your Majesty, the old man will naturally recognize it. No matter who it is, I will clearly remember who wants to chop off my old man's head!"
"this……"
The Northern Hungarian King was a little embarrassed. Hu He was furious and shouted, "Old Jitou, don't be too arrogant! Among our Northern Hungarian tribe, horse stealing is a capital crime! Now that a distinguished guest has arrived, I will give you a general.
How dare you be so lazy and rude to my king when you have the opportunity to atone for your sins!"
His shouts already carried a bit of the pressure of an innate master. Even an acquired warrior might not be able to withstand it. What's more, although this old Ji Tou has a strong body, he is not a warrior. Feng Ziyue actually ate it.
I was shocked and worried that he had hurt this old man.
But I heard Lao Jitou groan and take a step back. His face was pale, but he was not injured!
At this moment, Feng Ziyue couldn't help but change his expression.
This man was not a warrior, how could he withstand Huhe's pressure? Moreover, there was an indignant look between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, as if he was very dissatisfied.
"Ancestor Hu, what's the use of shouting loudly? I, Lao Jitou, am not from your Northern Hungarian country. I have already told you that I am from the ancient Rakshasa country. I am a loyal and loyal person. Stealing a horse is just a matter of course.
In order to return home to hunt for treasure, you want to chop off the old man's head, can I still be polite to you?"
He was full of energy, his voice was loud, and he was obviously not hurt at all.
Hu He smiled bitterly, turned around and whispered to Feng Ziyue: "This old man has a special physique. If we don't do it seriously, we really can't hurt him..."
"He has a bad temper, but he is indeed the person who is most familiar with the ancient Rakshasa country. Mr. Feng must not be offended."
At this time, the Northern Hungarian King had already been tempting the old man, "Old Jitou, I will pardon your sin this time and let you accompany this gentleman to hunt for treasures in the ancient Rakshasa country. As long as you can be a good guide."
Not only will I not condemn you, but I will also reward you with a hundred sheep and twenty camels."
The Northern Hungarian King opened his mouth to promise, but Lao Jitou turned a deaf ear. He looked suspiciously in the direction of Feng Ziyue and curled his lips.
"Treasure hunting? Who is this person? How can he be qualified to hunt for treasures in our Rakshasa Kingdom? Our ancestors have already passed down the inheritance. If the crown prince does not show up, all the treasures of this Rakshasa Kingdom will be mine!"
"What a courage!"
The Northern Hungarian King was furious. This old Ji Tou was unruly and unruly. Normally, it would be fine in front of them. But now that Feng Ziyue was here, how could he be allowed to offend him randomly? He immediately raised his foot and hit Lao Ji Tou hard on the knee.
Kick inwards.
Although Lao Ji Tou has a special physique, he has never practiced martial arts. How can he hold up after this step? He stumbles a few steps and kneels down in front of Feng Ziyue, but he holds his chest high and refuses to bend.
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"If you don't serve this distinguished guest, I will kill you now!"
The Northern Hungarian King drew out his bright silver scimitar with a hint of threat in his tone.
Who knew that Lao Jitou would not accept this trick at all? He stiffened his neck and turned back to glare at the Northern Hungarian King, his eyes seeming to burst out of fire.
"Okay! Okay! If you want to bring me the seeds, chop me to death with a knife and see who can still find the Changchun Valley of my ancient Rakshasa country! Kill me! You should kill me!"
He has always been dissatisfied with the people in the Northern Hungarian King's tent, and has an upright temper. Although he does not know martial arts, he is a natural mutant with infinite strength. The people in the Northern Hungarian King's tent have never seen him do anything important, so naturally they will not argue with him.
, as a result, this old man developed an unruly character.
The Northern Hungarian King was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a knife, but at this time, he really didn't dare to act so rashly.
He knew that he was not the one in charge today in the king's tent.
It’s not even the uncle Hu He who usually flaunts his power——
——But this white-clothed sword god Feng Ziyue stood calmly on the side with a calm expression!
His eyebrows were slightly raised, "Changchun Valley? What is that place?"
As soon as Feng Ziyue opened his mouth, Lao Jitou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Ziyue, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
But for the first time, he actually answered Feng Ziyue's question.
"This Changchun Valley is spring-like all year round. It is an anomaly among the ice fields. It is also the last place to hide treasures in the ancient Rakshasa country. This is all recorded in my family's ancient books and passed down from our ancestors. It is definitely not the case.
It’s fake!”
"oh?"
Feng Ziyue nodded, with a smile on his face.
In the ancient country of Rakshasa, the land is covered with ice. If there really is a Changchun Valley that is like spring all year round, it must not be a natural occurrence, there must be something weird.
This vigorous vitality is most likely radiated from the roots of Fangtian's giant tree.
In other words, there is a high possibility that the giant tree root in the sky fell in this so-called Changchun Valley.
He smiled and said in a deep voice to the old man: "I am going to the Changchun Valley of the ancient Rakshasa country to pick up something. Except for that thing, I will leave everything else to you. Are you willing?
Be my guide?"
This condition is extremely generous.
If there really is a treasure, and Feng Ziyue only took the giant root of Fangtian, and gave the rest of the treasure, martial arts, and elixirs to Lao Jitou, he would really reach the sky in one step and become as rich as the enemy.
What's strange is that Lao Jitou's face didn't show the surprise he imagined at all, he just stared blankly at Feng Ziyue with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Sir...Sir, I wonder what kind of thing you are looking for when you go to Changchun Valley?"
"oh?"
Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the old Jitou would ask back. Moreover, his expression was so weird that he even used an honorific title for him, which seemed to be quite respectful.
You know, he didn't even pay attention to the Northern Hung King and Huhe. Why was Feng Ziyue, a passerby, so polite?
Feng Ziyue pondered for a while and felt that there was no harm in speaking out.
"I went to Changchun Valley not for anything else, but for a huge square root. As long as I get this thing, I don't want anything else!"
A huge root in the sky?
Huhe and his nephew, King Beixiong, looked at each other, but they didn't know what it was.
It actually made Feng Ziyue give up everything else and only choose one scoop.
Just when they were doubting, they heard a thud, Lao Jitou fell to his knees and kowtowed four times to Feng Ziyue.
"Your Highness, you are finally back! Our Ji family has been waiting for thousands of years and has never dared to forget about the restoration of the country. However, we have not heard from His Highness for thousands of years, so we dare not act rashly. Unexpectedly, Your Highness will return today. His subordinate Ji Laohu will tell His Highness
Allegiance!”
Your Highness? Your Majesty?
Feng Ziyue was even more puzzled by Monk Zhanger, and with a help from his divine hand, Lao Jitou suddenly felt a strong surge of strength coming from his body. He could not maintain his posture, so he had to stand up.
"You are mistaken. I am not your highness. I went to the ancient Rakshasa country just to find something!"
"That's right!"
Old Ji Tou resolutely said, "Under the world, the only people who know about the giant root of Fangtian are our Ji family and the royal blood of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom. The people who asked the old man to go to Changchun Valley to collect the giant root of Fangtian are our Ji family."
Your Highness, I need to protect you!"
Is it His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who is looking for Fang Tian’s giant tree root?
This is too childish.
But maybe their confidentiality is really very strict. Regarding the matter in Changchun Valley, when outsiders were present, Lao Jitou didn't even say a word.
Huhe and the Northern Hungarian King looked at each other. They didn't know why Feng Ziyue suddenly changed and suddenly became the Crown Prince of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom. It was really strange.
I saw Lao Jitou shouting desperately, but Feng Ziyue did not agree. Hu He thought for a while and quickly sent him a message.
"Master Feng, this person is very strange. Since he has identified you as His Highness of the Ancient Rakshasa Kingdom, why should you go so far as to be thousands of miles away? Just let him recognize you as such first."
Anyway, their purpose was just to let Lao Ji Tou be their guide. Feng Ziyue didn't care about other things. Thinking of this, it was actually true.
Although Lao Ji Tou is talking nonsense, Feng Ziyue himself knows very well that he is not talking nonsense without basis. It seems that this giant tree root in the sky is exactly the way they authenticate His Highness the Crown Prince.
If it weren't for the Demon-Suppressing Stone Tablet, no one would know about the power contained in this mysterious square-shaped giant tree root. Then no one would collect such a thing, and no one would be mistaken for it by this old planner.
But the situation now is different. Because he wanted to seal the demon-suppressing stone tablet, Feng Ziyue only knew about the giant tree root in Fangtian. When he asked, he was mistaken by Lao Jitou as the last bloodline of the ancient Rakshasa country.
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This is of course a beautiful misunderstanding, but if Lao Ji Tou is willing to take him to Changchun Valley, there is no need to worry about such trivial matters.
Feng Ziyue nodded, "Old Jitou, I'm not here to argue with you. If you are willing, just take me to Changchun Valley!"
Snapped!
Lao Jitou made a fist with his right hand, placed it heavily on his left chest, knelt down and saluted respectfully.
"Of course I will obey your orders!"
Lao Ji Tou had been rebellious just now, but in front of Feng Ziyue, a fake prince, he had no temper at all and agreed very readily.
Feng Ziyue stayed in the Northern Hungarian King's tent for a long time. When the wind and snow subsided, he left with Lao Jitou.
Neither Huhe nor the Northern Hungarian King could stay, and Feng Ziyue was short of time, so naturally he couldn't waste it here.
Lao Ji Tou was very happy and accompanied Feng Ziyue all the way north. It seemed that he was not afraid of the severe cold weather.
Feng Ziyue was taken aback, but he didn't know what was going on with him. He was neither afraid of the cold nor the pressure of innate masters. If he were practicing martial arts, his achievements would be pretty good. However, he seemed to have limited understanding and always learned to use his fists and kicks.
No way.
This race is so strange that Feng Ziyue couldn't grasp it for a while.
They walked on the ice sea and snowfield for another five days. On this day, the wind and snow suddenly subsided a little, and the sun rose. The old man was overjoyed and pointed to a halo in the distance.
"Your Highness, this is our current city, hidden in the Changchun Valley. If Your Highness wants to find the giant tree root in the sky, he will have to go into the valley and work hard!"
Feng Ziyue nodded, "That's true, let's go into the valley together!"
If you want to find Fangtian Giant Wood Root, it will naturally not fall in vain in front of Feng Ziyue.
It is really difficult to find it in the Changchun Valley of this huge ancient Rakshasa country. The only way is to go into the valley first and find out the news.
"Is there anyone else in this Changchun Valley?"
Lao Jitou laughed loudly, "Your Highness, you are really confused. You have forgotten that when the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom was destroyed, the Changchun Valley carried almost half of the country's surviving population. How could it be that it has thrived for so many years?
Can there be less people?”
While they were talking, they had already reached the entrance of Changchun Valley.
When we arrived between these two mountains, Fengziyue actually smelled a strong sense of spring.
There was still snow falling on both sides of the mountain. Although the snow was lighter, it was not the case at all in the valley. There was only a burst of laughter and noise, and there were people shooting and hunting in the huge valley.
The sun is shining brightly, which is naturally very different from outside the mountains.
"This is so strange!"
Feng Ziyue also secretly wondered. Although this huge tree root in the sky has the vitality of a prosperous creature, it should not be able to change the weather. The sun is shining brightly in the valley, but the mountains outside are covered with ice.
This is amazing!
"What's so strange!"
Old Ji Tou laughed again, "Your Highness, you also know the function of this giant root of square sky..."
He immediately sighed again, "But Your Highness wants to take away this huge tree root. I'm afraid this majestic wonder will never be seen again in the future!"
On one side, the spring scenery is bright, while on the other side, it is snowing heavily.
It is indeed a wonderful sight.
If Feng Ziyue takes away the roots of this huge tree in the sky, how will it affect the people living in the snow-capped mountains?
The remaining people of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom will soon reveal their true colors in front of Feng Ziyue.
The danger that Wan Shitong mentioned is about to appear.
Feng Ziyue concentrated his mind and carefully explored the situation in the valley with his consciousness.