Chapter 274: Sacrifice in Wugu Valley, Descendants of the Sun

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However, the power of the sun is the power of the sun. This is a qualitative transformation. It has the characteristics of incomparable mystery and can absorb the power of the sun in the sky at any time.
All the light in Zhang Bairen's body shrank, and the vision disappeared without a trace, but Zhang Bairen stood there, giving people a feeling as if the high sun above nine heavens, the mighty and mighty sentient beings, overlooking the world.
At a glance, it is not a human being standing there, but the great sun above the nine heavens, which can grow all things, and can also be thousands of miles away, with equal prestige and supreme power! Unparalleled!
"Little Mister is awake!" Seeing Zhang Bairen wake up, Na Lanjing trot over, her eyes full of smiles.
Taking off the hoodie on his head, all the light in Zhang Bairen's body disappeared, but the artistic conception was still there.
"When will the foreign masters and Central Plains masters arrive?" Zhang Bairen took the hot buns from Nalanjing and chewed slowly.
"Monk Faming said that it will be postponed for three to five days." Na Lanjing showed a dumbfounded expression on her face.
"Why?" Zhang Bairen frowned.
"Shuffle!" Nalan drank clear water: "The arrival of the strong from all walks of life in the Central Plains is infringing on the interests of all races. How can the major tribes tolerate it? And the Central Plains masters also have the idea of ​​kicking out the foreign race, so both sides They ambushed each other halfway, and continued to stop and fight, which delayed time."
"Two or three days are only estimates, and Yangshen can reach it before he moves!" Zhang Bairen held his palms and looked at the stars in the sky, speechless for a long time.
"What's the plan for the little gentleman? Are we just waiting here?" Nalan said quietly.
Zhang Bairen lay in the desert with the corners of his eyes raised slightly, looking at the Big Dipper in the sky: "Hundreds of thousands of people in the ancient country of Loulan died unjustly, and after a hundred years of underground sinking, what a terrifying resentment is this? For the sake of the kingdom of ghosts and gods, I am afraid that there will be constant troubles and no benefits."
After speaking, Zhang Bairen said, "Do you know the tricks of organs?"
Nalanjing shook his head: "There is a sequence of learning about Taoism, and there are specializations in surgery. The practitioners are the most taboo to be miscellaneous and not precise. The practice is so difficult, there is no time to study other things."
Zhang Bairen was silent for a while: "I knew I would bring Tantaiying! There must be many institutions in the ancient Loulan country. If you and I rush in, you will not get any benefits."
"Go to sleep! The boat will be straight at the end of the bridge, as long as the time comes, the solution will come naturally!" Nalanjing revealed two large pear vortices, and Zhang Bairen's heart was beating a few minutes faster.
There was no word for a night, everyone thought about their own things, looking at the dark hole in the big pit, but no one dared to enter.
The treasure is at your feet, but everyone has no way to guard Baoshan.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
The camel bell broke the silence in the desert. From a distance, dozens of camels were walking in the desert, as if they had experienced a long journey, walking staggeringly in the sun.
"It's a Turkic people! I didn't expect the Turkic people to arrive first!" Monk Faming grunted and sat up.
"Aren't you from the He Turkic group? What are you nervous about!" Zhang Bairen felt baffled.
Faming smiled bitterly: "It's from the Western Turks that came."
The relationship between the West Turks and the East Turks is like that of South Korea and North Korea. It's strange that Faming is not nervous!
Zhang Bairen nodded and sat at the door of the tent, eating cakes and watching a group of Western Turks approach.
A group of dozens of people, all covered with animal skins and various bone ornaments, looked no different from the Turkic people.
The Western Turks are the closest to this place, and there are no obstacles on the way, so it is reasonable to come here first.
At this time, more than two hundred men on the ground sat up one after another, holding the scimitar at the waist with their palms, their faces nervously guarded.
The leading three did not ride a camel, but walked barefoot in the desert. The hot yellow sand seemed to be unable to disturb their emotions.
Behind the three men was a sacrificial priest with a slightly old face, holding a bone stick in his hand, sitting on a camel and looking at the crowd.
On the camel afterwards sat a Turkic warrior, looking at everyone in the field with a serious expression.
The priest glanced at the audience with a pair of eyes, fixed his gaze on Zhang Bairen's body, looked at Zhang Bairen in a black robe, smiled lightly, and spoke very adeptly, saying: "Little brother, wear black clothes only during the day. It will make people hotter."
"Really?" Zhang Bairen stuffed the pastry into his mouth unhurriedly.
One of the big guys wanted to step forward and listened to the sacrifice: "General Dammam Tree, don't cause trouble!"
"Fog Valley Sacrifice" Daman Shu stopped when he heard the words, and turned around to look at the sacrifice.
The sacrificial shook his head and said unhurriedly: "You go to camp, and I have a chat with this little brother. I don't know why, after seeing this little gentleman, I feel very close."
"Sir, you can just grab the tent for setting up a tent. There are ready-made ones and you don't need them. I actually have to build them myself..."
"Shut up! What did the Khan say before coming out? Everything is subject to my instructions, do you guys have forgotten it?" Wugu Sacrifice looked coldly at the other general and shouted angrily.
Hearing this, the three generals, look at me and look at you, turned to greet the Turkic warriors behind them with unwillingness: "I don't want to dismount and prepare to set up camp."
"I am the same as Rodali, and others call me Wugu Sacrifice. I don't know how the young man would be called?" The old priest's face was full of smiles.
"Same as Rodali? This is the big clan of Western Turks!" Nalanjing lowered his throat through the tent.
Wugu Sacrifice heard the sound in the tent, glanced at the tent, and looked back calmly.
"Bairen!" Zhang Bairen put down the cakes in his hands: "I thought you were going to clear the market after the arrival of the Western Turks!"
"Clear the field?" Wugu sacrificed for a moment, and then repeatedly praised: "This word is used appropriately, I am not a fool, how can I do such thankless things, here is a mixture of dragons and snakes, not just my West Turkic , There are also East Turks, middle-earth masters, mud mud, etc. I am not a fool to offend people casually."
"Why are the sacrifices close to me?" Zhang Bairen looked at Wugu sacrifices.
"Mr. is the heir of the sun, but the sun goes down! Seeing the little man, the old man felt as if the sun had come. You are the reincarnation of the of the sun. As long as the little man is willing to follow me to the Western Turks, you will be me. The gods of the Turks, all the sacrifices must crawl under your feet, even the Western Turkic Khan must obey your orders." The Wugu Festival's eyes burst into a fire that is hard to detect by ordinary people.
Zhang Bairen was taken aback, what the did he talk to Rodali? What son? Why bow down?
"You are the son of the sun. In your body, the old man feels the will of the sun. As long as you are willing to leave the Han family, you will be the supreme son of my Western Turks. All the resources of the Western Turks are up to you." Wu Gu Jiji stared at Zhang Bairen with a pair of eyes, full of enthusiasm.
"I don't know what the heir of the sun is!" Zhang Bairen asked puzzled, the old man's gaze made himself goose bumps.
"The old man remembers that there was a scholar-official among you called: Qu Yuan. Qu Yuan wrote a poem with one sentence saying: "The seedlings of Emperor Gaoyang"" Wugu sacrificed.
"There is a person named Qu Yuan, does it have anything to do with me?" Zhang Bairen said.
"Qu Yuan is a descendant of the sun~EbookFREE.me~ You are also a descendant of the sun. You and Qu Yuan have the same blood, that is the blood of the sun!" The Wugu sacrifice eyes were full of enthusiasm.
"What and what! I don't understand at all, inexplicable!" Zhang Bairen rolled his eyes.
Wugu Sacrifice hurriedly said a bunch of sub-Turkic language, looking at Zhang Bairen’s blindfolded eyes, reluctantly scratching his head: "The old man has limited vocabulary for Chinese, so I don’t know much about it. In short, you need to know your The blood is noble!"
"As a man of the Han family, how can I devote myself to the den of thieves! Please come back for the sacrifice!" Zhang Bairen didn't bother to pay attention to this unspeakable fellow.
The priest heard the words and scratched his head with a wry smile: "You will understand one day after all, and I will definitely make you understand."
After speaking, Wugu Sacrifice turned and left with high spirits.
"What does this sacrifice mean?" Zhang Bairen walked into the big tent and looked at Na Lanjing and Monk Faming in the tent.
Nalan Jing shook his head, and Monk Faming looked at Zhang Bairen with a complex expression. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.