Heaven and earth were white as the wind howled.
A person stood alone in front of the wind and snow, separated from the world by a single hand.
Wu Yan Lanzhu would never forget this scene.
Looking at the back of the cloaked figure, she felt the power and unshakable strength before the natural disaster.
She actually thought of the Sacred Mountain, and her gaze became dazed for a moment.
In the entire Chaha tribe, the herdsmen who were about to flee or wait for death came over one after another. They all came behind the cloaked figure, chanting words like "God Cang Tu's protection" as they knelt on the ground devoutly.
In front of the miracle of the vast snowstorm being blocked by a mighty force, the herdsmen began to sing an ancient ballad —
"Majestic Qionglu Mountain, holding up the sky of the grassland. Great God Cang Tu, shining down on your kind people. From the plains of the east to the plains of the west, from the eyes of the sea to the twilight years … "
These herdsmen did not have extraordinary power, and there was nothing magical about this ballad. It was just devoutly sung, and it had the power to soothe people's hearts.
Jiang Wang faced the wind and snow. In front of his right hand, the frosty white Buzhou Wind spun quietly.
In the snowstorm that covered the sky, this wisp of wind looked so delicate, but it was like a candle that lit up the night, stopping the wind and snow from getting any closer.
The Buzhou Wind was known as the most lethal of the eight winds. It could even tear apart the violent wind of the yellow sarira, so it was not difficult for it to resist a sudden snowstorm.
However, the range of this "white haired wind" was too wide. At least, Jiang Wang could not sense its limits. He could only protect this small tribe that he could see. He could not trace back to its roots and cut off its source.
In the vast snowstorm, a figure slowly came over.
It was not accurate to say that it was "slow". This person was very fast, but in the area covered by the white haired wind, there was an illusion that it was difficult to move, and he seemed to be slower.
Jiang Wang guessed that he should be an expert sent by the Supreme Royal Court to "provide disaster relief".
Because the other party's goal was very clear, and he was heading straight for this tribe. From afar, he saw that Jiang Wang had already protected this place and immediately turned around.
Only a white round plate shot over in the wind.
"Mo Ye is here. After the White Hair Wind disperses, you can take this token to the Supreme Royal Court to receive your reward. Just find Dark Feather!"
His voice fell into Jiang Wang's ears in the wind and snow.
Cang Yu was not a person's name. It was an organization in charge of public security in Mu Nation. It was similar to Qi's inspection office, but its functions were more complicated. It also had to patrol the grasslands regularly, adjudicate disputes among herdsmen, and so on.
These two words were the feathers of the goshawk, meaning "the wings of God".
The transcendent cultivators under Dark Feather were called Flying Teeth.
Jiang Wang glanced at the round plate in his hand and saw that it seemed to be made of animal bones. It was snow-white in color, and there was a floating feather engraved on the front. It was indeed the symbol of the Flying Fang.
He put it away with a flip of his hand, not minding it at all.
However, the appearance of this Flying Fang made Jiang Wang even more aware of the suddenness of this white hair wind. Clearly, even Blue Feather could not foresee this in advance. Only now did he hastily react.
If Jiang Wang hadn't been nearby, it would have been hard to say what would have happened to the Chaha tribe.
With the Supreme Court's control over the grasslands, such a thing should not have happened. No matter what kind of evil or disaster it was, how could the Supreme Court allow it to easily affect ordinary herdsmen?
However, Jiang Wang did not intend to investigate. There were many capable people in Mu Nation. He was just passing by the grasslands to see an old friend. He had no other requests.
This white haired wind came quickly and left quickly as well.
It only lasted for about half an hour before it dissipated. The world was vast, and there was a fresh smell in the air after the rain.
It seemed that Blue Feather had already controlled the source.
Jiang Wang put away the Buzhou wind and turned around to see hundreds of herdsmen kneeling behind him. There were men, women, old, and young. Excluding those who had gone missing and those who had not returned, the entire Chaha tribe was here.
The old man kneeling at the front came forward on shaky knees and said, "Sir Oracle!"
He lowered his head and wanted to kiss Jiang Wang's boots.
Jiang Wang was unwilling to accept this and quickly stepped back. He bowed back and said, "Everyone, please rise. I only did what I could. It's not worth such a big gesture. Moreover, I am not your oracle. "
As the largest Shinto nation in the modern world, Cang Tu was not stingy with his miracles. Since ancient times, there had been countless oracles. They were all famous and spread across the grasslands.
However, generation after generation, in the prairie, only Cang Yun was the God Emissary.
This expert who had not taken action on the river-viewing platform wore a cloak all year round and wandered the grasslands alone. He fought against disasters and protected herdsmen. His name spread across the grasslands, and many herdsmen worshipped his statue.
However, not many people knew his true appearance.
It was not strange for the Chaha tribe to have such a misunderstanding.
The old man kissed the ground sincerely, then stood up and turned around. He opened his arms and said, "Go back, go back! We oracles do not want to reveal our identities! "
Obviously, he did not believe that an expert from the outside world would help them. The cloaked expert who would save them in front of the white-haired wind could only be the oracles of the modern world.
Hundreds of herdsmen bowed to Jiang Wang in unison. Their sincerity and solemnity could not be interrupted at all. With gratitude or awe on their faces, they dispersed.
Jiang Wang shook his head. He had no intention of correcting anything.
He patted the red horse that was lying on the ground and comforted it with the help of the Xingsi Staff, making it energetic again.
Then he mounted the horse and waved to the old man. "Old man, we will meet again if fate wills it!"
The red horse moved its hooves and drifted away like a red cloud.
The old chief of the Chaha tribe knelt down again and touched the ground with his forehead to send the oracle away.
However, he was a little surprised. This oracle seemed different from the priests in the temple. He could not tell exactly what was different. He only felt that it was not so high and not so far.
When he looked up, he only saw a pony whizzing past and galloping ahead.
"Wu Yan Lanzhu!" he shouted angrily.
But the horse and the girl on it did not stop.
…
He went east. Not long after, he heard the sound of horse hooves.
Jiang Wang pressed gently, and the red horse stopped obediently. He turned around and saw that it was indeed the grassland girl with small freckles on her face. She waved at him from afar and galloped over on her little yellow horse.
"Miss, what's the matter?" Jiang Wang asked.
"I'm here to thank you!" Wu Yan Lanzhu said.
Jiang Wang laughed softly. "You have already thanked me."
"No, no, no." Wu Yan Lanzhu shook her head quickly. "They are thanking the oracle, thanking God Cang Tu. But I know that you are not the oracle! I'm not here to thank God. I'm here to thank you! "
This girl had a healthy and lively aura that made people feel close to her.
When the herdsmen knelt down to express their gratitude, she was the only one who stood.
Jiang Wang played around with her before. First, he was in a rare state of emptiness. Second, he found her frank and interesting.
At this time, he asked with interest, "Why do you think so?"
Wu Yan Lanzhu said directly, "The oracle will protect us, just like herdsmen protect their cattle and sheep. But the oracle will not tolerate me scolding him, just like us herdsmen will not tolerate our cattle and sheep. "
Under the cloak, Jiang Wang's expression became serious.
This girl's attitude toward God was different from others. It was probably because she had read a lot of books.
But this was not a safe thing to say. God might not be happy to hear it.
"Okay." In order to protect her, Jiang Wang changed the topic. "I have received your gratitude."
Wu Yan Lanzhu looked at him boldly and smiled brightly. "Mo Ye, why don't you take off your cloak? We don't need to cover up too much under the divine light of God Cang Tu! "
"God's light can't shine on everyone." Jiang Wang smiled. "Especially for people like me who cover up."
Wu Yan Lanzhu said gloomily, "I just want to know what my benefactor looks like."
Jiang Wang tapped his heel, and the date red horse began to trot again. He waved the book in his hand at the young girl. "Read more. About this world, the answers you want to know … are all in the book!"
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