Of course, Zhang Shiping would not waste time. He deliberately ran from the south for hundreds of thousands of miles to the border of the barbarian territory in the north.

After sending out from Bihu Island, flying for thousands of miles. After coming to Yuanxiao City, he immediately spent the spirit stone to activate the ancient teleportation array in the sect, and in an instant, the Baimang Mountains appeared.

Then it turned into a stunning rainbow and disappeared between the sky.

Although this took more than ten top-grade spirit stones, it also saved more than a month of travel time.

Three or five days later, he passed through the entire desert land.

However, when Zhang Shiping passed by the sky, in a pasture in the lush desert plain, there was a short-haired old man with dark face and wrinkles on his face as if he was a knife of time, and then he looked up.

He picked up half-dry and half-wet cow dung on the ground and threw it into the bamboo basket behind him.

There are dozens of numb slaves around them, some pushing carts and some carrying bamboo baskets.

In the cold winter of the vast desert, thousands of miles of ice are frozen and snow is falling, so cold that it can freeze people into ice.

The herders expect the cow dung to burn it to keep warm so that they will not be frozen to death.

Under the supervision of a man riding a tall horse, these people worked day after day to work hard work. In addition to grazing, they also had to pick up cow dung or harvest and store green materials.

There were seven or eight such men, and each of them had slaves ranging from thirty to fifty.

The group was walking through the cattle, and suddenly the old man found something, squatted down and dug out a rhizome as big as a fist from his feet, and immediately put it in his arms.

However, this scene was seen by a young man more than ten steps away. He stared at him and kept swallowing his saliva.

The old man smiled, as if the kind-eyed Buddha Bodhisattva in the temple was in a kind-hearted manner. He bent down and continued to pick it up, approached the boy without any haste, and then took out the stem from his arms and handed it over quietly.

The boy didn't care about dirty hands, and there was mud and cow dung on the surface of the stem, so he took a big bite like a hungry ghost.

But before he could chew for a few times, he hesitated and reluctantly returned the rest to the old man.

Jueming did not refuse, so he took it over and started eating.

Eat very carefully and not wasted at all.

It took him a long time to walk down from the hanging top of the Pan Chongshan Mountain, walk between the ice and snow, and then walk along the direction of the river, and come to the Moyuan, while walking while treating the injured.

Whether it is the human race, the demon race, or even the ordinary beasts are treated equally.

However, on the way, I encountered annexation between tribes and suffered disasters and were captured as slaves. It has been three years since then.

He did not resist at all, but worked like other slaves, and became like this sloppy in the wind and sun.

The man in the distance saw the two gathered together, but this man did not drive his horse over to whip it like other man, but just waved his whip and scolded him a few words.

The ragged boy quickly started working like a frightened rabbit.

Jueming lowered his eyebrows and headed towards other places, picked up the cow dung on the ground, and when the bamboo basket was full, he walked to the cart and poured them on with great effort.

After doing these things, he was a little gasping, and from beginning to end he looked like an old mortal.

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On the other hand, Zhang Shiping did not notice this at all. He came alone to an extremely desolate ancient city on the border of the Barbarian Realm.

As soon as he approached, a plump woman in the palace dress flew out to greet her, followed by two beautiful-looking female cultivators of Jindan.

"I have seen fellow Taoist, you came a lot earlier than I expected." Zhenjun Zhan Xuan said with a smile.

"I'll pay homage to the True Lord Shiheng." The two female golden elixir cultivators gave a gift and said in unison.

"Get up. I'm just fine, I've only come a little earlier. Why, fellow Taoists don't welcome me?" Zhang Shiping said slowly.

"I have been here for almost thirty years. My magic power has been consumed by this ancient aura silently for two or three levels. I'm afraid I'll have to stay in seclusion for a while after I go back. Can you come early?

, How could I not welcome it?" said Zhenjun Zhan Xuan.

"That fellow Taoist is now free. From now on, I will take over the border of the barbarian domain. You will go back." Zhang Shiping said.

When he heard this, Zhan Xuan turned his eyes and said with a smile:

"I can bear this love from Shiheng. But this place is desolate and has no popularity at all, and it is boring to stay for a long time. It just so happened that my disciples Xu Jie and Rong Jing, the two disciples, came to pick me up, so it would be better to leave it to my fellow Taoists.

It’s good to be a companion, just to understand loneliness.”

When the two female cultivators behind him heard this, they looked surprised on their faces, but they quickly calmed down.

At the same time, he lowered his head slightly, and his face showed more or less shyness.

However, although these two men's faces are like those ten-year-old girls, they have been practicing for three or four hundred years. How could they be as shy as those unmarried women?

It can only be said that they are very good at observing words and expressions, and know how to choose pros and cons.

If you can join Zhang Shiping, a famous Yuanying True Lord in Nanzhou, then with the qualifications of the two of them and the help of each other, maybe one or two more points of extra baby.

"Friends of Taoism, Shi Hengxin has won it, but I'm afraid that if they stay here for a long time, their foundation will be wiped out by the aura of Man Gu." Zhang Shiping refused slowly.

"That can only be said that they have no such blessing." Zhenjun Zhan Xuan sighed, and flipped his hand and sent a simple-style jade plaque over.

But she didn't force it anymore. After all, as the True Lord of the Nascent Soul, she couldn't greet her like those madams in the secular world.

And the two golden elixir cultivators seemed quite disappointed.

"By the way, I heard that the fellow Taoist Jiang from Mingxin Sect was actually a disciple of Yu Xing, and now he has become the leader of the Wanjian Sect. This person seems to have an old friend with the fellow Taoist. Changshen has a bad vision.

, He was not sure about his disciples, but he was not sure about any of them." Zhenjun Zhan Xuan was trying to leave, and suddenly he seemed to remember something and asked.

When Jiang Ruoliu was still building the foundation in the past, after Zhang Shiping learned about it, he asked Mingxinzong Min Caiquan, the Jindan friend, to take care of him.

This matter can naturally be hidden from some people who are interested.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang and I met when we were young, so we were friends. After all, among the peers in Zhengyang Sect in the past, we were the only two of us left." Zhang Shiping now had no worries about his origin in Zhengyang Sect.
Chapter completed!