long night walk

Chapter 30 Sacrifices in the Mountains
In a distant dream, the girl in blue shirt gently held his black hair around the collar, as if shy and nervous, her slender fingers trembling tightly.

The face is a blur, and the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.

Bai Lian didn't know if this dream was just a dream or something else. When he woke up, these memory fragments became extremely blurred and difficult to capture.

When he got up with a headache, he found that his body was covered with thick dead leaves and vines, like a quilt, protecting him from the wind and cold.

A warm smile appeared on Bailian's face.

Looking down, he saw the silly little deer sleeping soundly beside him, warming his body with his own body temperature.

And it still held a dead leaf in its mouth, and its ears twitched lightly from time to time, looking quiet and obedient.

He has no heartbeat or body temperature, and once he falls asleep, it is as if he is dead.

The deer couldn't tell whether he was dead or asleep, so he must have been terrified.

She foolishly picked up leaves and vines to cover him, and guarded him every step of the way until she woke up.

Is this really treating him as the master?
snoring...

The deer was soundly asleep.

Bai Lian's eyes were soft, and he lay down again and hugged the sleeping deer tightly. Even though he could no longer fall asleep, his heart was extremely peaceful at the moment.

Bai Lian suddenly felt that raising a little deer... seemed not a bad thing.

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Endless sea, as the name suggests, the boundless ocean has no end in sight. The water is surging like monsters rolling on the bottom of the river, and some hard rocks are cracked and terrified by the turbulent waves.

In some parts of this sea area, the color of the sea water is red.

What's even more weird is that above the sea surface, I don't know if it is affected by some kind of ancient and mysterious atmosphere in the sea area.

Even the waning moon above the sky is scarlet in color. Looking at the demonic aura, the entire sea area has existed from ancient times under an extremely strange atmosphere.

The natural scale of Kongcang Mountain, which can stand by the sea, is also extremely magnificent, stretching for nine hundred miles left and right.

According to common sense, mountains with such a vast area and fertile resources are extremely sought-after and popular in this world where immortal sects are rampant.

But in the ten thousand years since Kongcang Mountain was formed, this mountain is a mountain without an owner.

There is an endless sea here, and ghosts and monsters will sometimes climb into this mountain range from that sea area, causing disasters everywhere.

But the strange thing is that these evil creatures seldom attack the ordinary villagers in the mountains, but only trouble the practitioners.

If someone dominates this mountain and establishes a sect, within seven days, he will be attacked by evil spirits in the sea.

Over time, in the hearts of the world, this mountain seems to have no owner, but in fact it has an owner.

If not, why would most mortals be blessed by a magical power when demons harass them.

And the residents of this mountain have had good weather for many years, and there have been no disasters such as robbers and wars.

Once someone has greed and desire and tries to occupy the mountain as king, he will be destroyed.

So the people here virtualized this mountain into a mountain god, and enshrined it in temples.

The mountain god statue is the image of a horse body and a dragon head imagined by local residents, and it is carved into a stone statue for worship.

Every festival, the residents of the mountains will hold a sacrificial ceremony, present fine wine, use pigs and sheep as sacrifices, add a piece of auspicious jade to decorate the sacrifices, find a cave, and bury it deep underground.

And the cave was not chosen randomly, it was deduced by the Fengshui master in the mountain.

Then select the strong men and beautiful girls from each village and tribe to gather in the cave.

Men dance with shields in their hands, while girls dance with auspicious jade in sacrificial robes, praying to the gods in the mountains to eliminate war disasters and pray for good fortune.

When the Mid-Yuan Festival came, Bai Lian happened to meet villagers and men and women from various mountain tribes gathered together, and happened to be in the cave where he was.

The people here are very simple and kind. Seeing Bai Lian living and wandering in the mountains alone, they are also very enthusiastic to pull him into the army, participate in the festival, and enjoy the food.

The deserted cave suddenly became lively, full of fresh breath of human beings.

A burly man was holding a roasted lamb leg in his hand, biting it, and came to Bai Lian and patted him on the shoulder.

He laughed and said: "Little brother, it's boring to be a scavenger alone. My sister has taken a fancy to you. If you come to our family, you don't have to continue wandering in the future."

When Bai Lian met the mountain dwellers in that cave, he was asked what his name was and where he came from.

The answer he gave was that Si Chen, without father or mother, was a wandering scavenger.

Bai Lian smiled and declined naturally.

Looking at the life in the mountains with singing and dancing, although I yearn for it in my heart.

But the life of a mortal does not belong to him.

The man who was rejected was not angry, he laughed a lot, and pointed to the place where a group of men gathered together and said with a smile:
"Brother Sichen, the gladiatorial competition over there has begun. This year's prize for winning is a good bow. A good man in the mountains will not be able to catch his prey without a good bow. How about it? Are you interested? to try?"

Bai Lian looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that there were hundreds of young strong men and young men forming a circle in the crowd. The two people in the circle were wrestling and wrestling, and the atmosphere was once hot.

What was even more surprising was that, among those hundred men, there was even a cultivator whose strength was incomparably at the second-rank level.

This is really interesting.

And the winning prize in his mouth, an iron bow, was placed on the side of the village chiefs of the various tribes.

And that bow is not an extraordinary bow, the bow body and bow string exude a faint spiritual power, and its quality can reach the ranks of low-grade treasures.

For mortals or ordinary practitioners, it is indeed a rare good bow.

Bai Lian had a quiet temperament, and it was okay to see the excitement, but he didn't like to join in the crowd, and shook his head to show that he was not interested.

The man suddenly felt that this handsome young man was so boring, without any vigor of a young man.

He no longer warmly greeted him, after eating the leg of lamb, he wiped his body casually, strode to greet him, rubbing his palms like cattail leaf fans, with a fierce fighting spirit.

On the other hand, Bai Lian squatted down, hugged his own deer, and looked softly at the extremely rare scene in the world for him.

Soon, the gladiatorial competition was decided, and the winner was naturally the only practitioner among the hundred men.

It is not difficult to fight against ordinary people in the second-rank realm of Taoism.

Not to mention the one-on-one fight alone.

Naturally, the previous one planted the other.

Winning is very clean.

The young boy in the fur coat in the circle was a big show.

There was a burst of applause, as well as the fiery admiration of the girl in sacrificial attire.

(End of this chapter)