"boss?"

Seeing Yu Zehai suddenly stopped and his eyebrows were deeply locked, Zhou Tong looked confused.

"Oh, nothing."

Yu Zehai shook his nose and said lightly: "I thought it was a paradise, but I never thought that the ancient village was cold and fierce, and even the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood."

"Cold? Fierce? Bloody?" Zhou Tong was slightly stunned and said, "Boss, according to rumors, some ethnic minorities in southern Xinjiang that have been passed down for a long time not only have some strange witchcrafts, witchcrafts, and evil techniques, but also they are good at raising some poisonous substances such as snakes, centipedes, scorpions, spiders, and toads... If this is true, then it should not be surprising that you have this feeling, boss."

"You're right."

Yu Zehai nodded and said with a smile: "But it seems that we are coming at the wrong time. Forget it, since we come, let's go in."

In fact.

Through his spiritual sense, Yu Zehai had already clearly seen everything that happened in the ancient village.

At this time, there were many Miao people wearing ethnic minority costumes standing on the stilt house, looking at the center of the ancient village with anticipation and heat. Many people were holding bottles and jars, carrying or carrying the corpses of various animals to rush to wherever they were.

At the warning of an old man in the lead, more than a dozen middle-aged men of tough size walked out of the crowd. They came to the right side of the open space and bent over the ground for a while. Then more than a dozen people exerted their efforts together, and as a large stone slab with a length of more than ten meters wide was slowly moved away, a dark pool was revealed.

At this time, the tribesmen who had already guarded each other stepped forward and threw the blood from the jars in their arms and the corpses of wild beasts into the pool.

When they saw two strange figures suddenly appearing in the village, the Miao people suddenly looked fierce and stared at Yu Zehai and his party with bad looks. However, when they saw two young figures carrying mountaineering bags and Yanran dressed up casually, they then put away their fierce light and were busy with their own things.

"Boss, are they?"

Zhou Tong asked with confusion on his face.

"Feed the bugs!"

Yu Zehai retracted his gaze and said lightly: "It seems that today should be an important day for their tribe. These tribesmen are carrying animal corpses and blood collected from time to time, and are feeding insects in the middle of the village." After a slight pause, Yu Zehai continued: "And, if I read it correctly, except for those three or five-year-old children, everyone in this village has a bug in their body."

"What? Feed the insects? Moreover, there is a Gu in everyone's body... a Gu infestation?" Zhou Tong was frightened when he heard this, and a layer of chicken skin was covered with his body.

"What? I'm so scared?"

Yu Zehai smiled slightly, then walked forward on his own.

"Squeak~"

Lightning squatted lazily on Yu Zehai's shoulder, squinted his eyes and screamed.

"Uh...dum!"

Zhou Tong, who was hesitating, suddenly saw the personified contemptuous smile of Lightning, and couldn't help but feel furious. The next second, his whole body seemed to be completely renewed and he hurriedly stepped forward to chase Yu Zehai.

I thought to myself: I'm afraid of a bird! Damn it! I'm a 8-foot man at least, and I can't be compared by a small lightning marten, not to mention that if the boss is here on this trip, I'm still timid and shrunk...

"Bang~"

Just as Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and rushed forward, he didn't notice that Yu Zehai in front had already stopped and paused, so he ran into him in a daze.

"Oh, I'll go!"

Yu Zehai had not moved at all, but Zhou Tong's scalp hurt when he hit him. Before he could come back to his senses, he saw that they had already arrived in the small square in the center of the ancient village.

“It’s a really good day today!”

At this moment, a passage was split among the crowds, and an old man with white beard and leaning on a crutch came out. The other party's wise and deep eyes swept over Yu Zehai and Zhou Tong, then stroked his beard and said with a smile: "We have not had foreign guests in our Mujia Miao Village for decades. Two friends who have come from afar, Mujia Village welcomes you!"

"Senior, I'm upset!"

Yu Zehai bowed and said in a humble and arrogant manner: "I went to the mountain with my brothers to collect herbs, but I never thought that I could come here by chance. If I am unrespectful to visit, please forgive me!"

What a profound cultivation level!

Yu Zehai's speech was neither humble nor arrogant, but his heart was filled with huge waves!

This old guy has a very high cultivation level!

Although the other party seems to be too old and his whole body is weak and old, his cultivation has already reached the ninth level of Qi refining, and he is only one line away from being able to advance to the hemolysis stage.

Since Yu Zehai descended to Shuiyunxing, he has also known many ancient martial arts forces, such as the Nangong family in Qin Province, the Ouyang family in Jingmen Island, as well as the Zhengyi Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, the Maoshan Sect, etc. However, as far as Yu Zehai knows, even among these ancient martial arts sects or families that have been passed down for a long time, there may not be a nine-level master of Qi refining.

You know, that's the ninth level of Qi Refining!

perhaps.

Only Yu Zehai himself knows in this world that his spiritual energy is thin in his mind now. It is difficult for a warrior to successfully cultivate to the ninth level of Qi refining!

Needless to say, Yu Zehai himself has too many unknown "golden fingers" and protagonist aura. As far as he knows, like Master Qingling, who only works hard to cultivate all the way to the fifth level of Qi refining, this is already a genius among geniuses. To be honest, Yu Zehai has encountered existence at the Ninth level of Qi refining so far.

"Young friend, you're welcome. It's also a fate to be able to meet in this vast primitive jungle. Please follow me!"

The old man nodded with a smile and made a gesture of invitation. At the moment of turning around and leaving, he turned around and shouted at the crowd, saying, "Xiao Shitou, come here to preside over the presidency."

Yu Zehai greeted Zhou Tong without any pretentiousness and followed the old man slowly towards the depths of the village.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

As he said before, although this old man is already a master of the ninth level of Qi refining, and although this ancient village is full of poisonous insects and everyone raises Gu, Yu Zehai doesn't care about it.

For ordinary people or low-level warriors, things like Guworms are simply nightmares.

However, Yu Zehai is not a pure warrior.

After being fortunate to obtain the inheritance of the old man Bianhuang, Yu Zehai was involved in martial arts, formations, alchemy, and weapon refining. Moreover, he himself had a good study of medical skills. Therefore, he was not worth mentioning in his eyes, such as the Gu insect, let alone now that he has entered the extreme realm - the tenth level of Qi refining!

After communication, we learned that the old man's surname is Mu and his name is Kuohai. He is the patriarch of the contemporary Mujia Village. Mujia Village is located deep in the mountains and forests. The entire village has lived in this deep mountain forest for generations. Even in today's society, there is very little contact and communication with the outside world in their village.

Perhaps, it took only a year or two to send a tribe member to go out quietly to the market to replace some daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other daily necessities in the village.

It is precisely because of this that the entire Mujia Village still retains a very strong traditional style and customs. For example, all the affairs of all major and small in the village are basically decided by the clan leader and clan elders.

There are strict clan rules in the village, and the clans strictly abide by the rules and customs inherited by these ancestors. For example, they must not intermarry with outsiders; they can adopt a worm after awakening at the age of five; they will hold a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen; they will not reach the third level of Qi training, and they must not go out to leave the ancient village, etc.

Yu Zehai scratched the back of his head and asked with a smile: "Senior Mu, since he came to Mujia Village, I have always had a doubt in my heart. I don't know if I can..."

"But it's okay!"

Mu Kuohai also smiled.

Yu Zehai organized a language and said, "With the strength and cultivation of Mr. Mu and the nobles, it is not a problem to sweep the entire ancient martial arts world in China, let alone everyone has such strange things as "Gu insects". However, as far as I know, in the ancient martial arts world in China, few people mention or hear rumors about nobles?"

"Oh? You Xiaoyou actually know Gu?" Mu Kuohai raised his eyebrows and said.

Yu Zehai shrugged and said with a smile: "Boy, I am not only a warrior, but also a Taoist doctor, so you know."

"You kid..."

Mu Kuohai looked at Yu Zehai deeply and said with a smile: "You said just now that almost everyone in our tribe raises Gu. It is precisely because of this that our tribe is similar to those guys who play scorpions, spiders and centipedes, and is not favored by fellow martial arts fellows. In the past, we would have shown our faces in some large occasions from time to time, but we would have to ask for something boring, and the interest would fade over time..."

Speaking of this, the old man pondered for a moment and said, "Finish it, our clan has been around for almost 60 years. Therefore, it is normal for Xiaoyou Yu to never hear about our Mujia Village."

After chatting for a while, Yu Zehai felt that the old patriarch of Mu Kuohai was straightforward and heroic, so he felt relieved. He thought that the Mujiazhai people lived in the depths of the 100,000 mountains for generations and must be very familiar with this area, so he asked the other party about the medicinal materials.

The old man pondered for a moment when he heard this and said, "I have learned some witchcraft from my father since I was a child, and I often go up the mountain to find medicine to hunt. But if I talk about my familiarity with medicine, I have to count the wizards in our clan, such as the marrow washing grass, spiritual quenching fruit, phoenix tail grass, and nourishing spirit flowers that I have heard of. Although I have heard of it, I am not familiar with it."
Chapter completed!