On the ring, there were mostly strong women with big muscles and round waists. They had strange faces and strong muscles. They raised their hands and feet, waving long and short weapons with brute strength, and they were so fierce.

Perhaps it was because they were so familiar with each other that they were able to cope with each other's moves, so they fought for a long time without being able to tell the difference, wasting their energy in vain.

The second disciple Wu Neng introduced that the warriors fighting in the ring were all civilians from the female elite clan. Each family had martial arts that had been refined over time. With the breathing and breathing techniques passed down from women to men, they were already among the third-rate masters in the world.

"If we cooperate with the battlefield killing formation of the female heroes and use the convenience of familiarity with the terrain, there is no way we can invade the Xiliang Kingdom without ten times more enemies. Otherwise, how could the Us Tibetans let this place go? They have suffered so much.

I have experienced the power of the Daughter Kingdom."

When Cizhou heard this, he took a higher look and thought to himself: "Such brave and skilled soldiers are just civilians in the Xiliang Kingdom. They are indeed a fighting nation. All the people are soldiers, and the soldiers are hidden among the people. If they are mobilized,

It is a mighty force that can move Mount Tai and fill the East China Sea."

The monsters Cizhou had surrendered before and the Tang Manor he had saved were just thorns in some local areas. However, now that he had just walked into the peripheral areas of Xiliang Kingdom, he saw such a tough female soldier with his own eyes. It was really an army.

A potential ally of high value.

"Disciples, just sitting here and watching is not an option. Let's go down and have a look and try to contact the senior officials of Xiliang Kingdom!"

Senior Brother Wukong's attitude is of course all-or-nothing. Needless to say, Zhu Ganghui's eager mood. Just now at the Fountain of Curses, the handsome Senior Brother drooled over him. Now even if he sees a sow, he will still feel...

She is as beautiful as a flower.

Master Cizhou and his disciples followed the mountain path and slowly descended to the bottom of the valley. They walked through the hard soil ridges between the paddy fields towards the gathering place of the female heroes.

On the way, farmers wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats, who were busy with their farm work, raised their heads curiously and glanced at the black monk riding a white horse, accompanied by a big horse monkey and a big boar. They thought it was

The circus troupe that was wandering around the countryside, but the number of people was so small that they couldn't even set up a circus troupe, so I couldn't help but sigh.

On the other hand, Ci Zhou looked up at the farmers who had just raised their heads and straightened their backs, and saw that they were all men with sallow complexions, doing the heaviest and hardest work, with an expression of normality on their faces, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

As soon as a group of people approached the rammed-earth drying field outside the enclosure, a dozen well-armed women surrounded an old woman and greeted them. It seemed they had been waiting for a long time.

Combining his own observations, Cizhou couldn't help but secretly guess: "Perhaps we were discovered by the female elite tribe's sentinel just when we passed the Cursed Spring. Needless to say, this valley is by no means the capital of Xiliang Kingdom.

It is more like a frontier stronghold on the national border, a carefully prepared bait. Once an enemy is encountered, this place can be used to warn the citizens and send signals. Secondly, it can be used for fishing, luring stupid fish that rush over to take the bait."

Thinking of this, Cizhou turned over and dismounted, showing off his extraordinary riding skills without any pyrotechnics. He let go of the reins and gave it to his second disciple, Wu Neng, and signaled Zhu Ganghui to lead the horse and stand still. At the same time, he signaled with his eyes that he should let Zhu Ganghui lead the horse.

The eldest disciple, Wukong, was waiting where he was.

Ci Zhou walked at a leisurely pace and walked to a place ten steps away from the elder of the village of Nvjie. He clasped his hands and saluted, saying: "Good, good! Your donors, the poor monk Ci Zhou, are people from the Tang Dynasty in China.

, I heard that there is Xiliang Kingdom in the Snowy Mountains. The kings, ministers and princes are all women, but they can stop the continuous wars and monsters in the front. I can't help but yearn for it and come here to visit."

A strong woman next to the old woman wore a bronze mask on her face. She originally had her hands behind her back, but now she turned her right hand in front of her. The five fingers of her fist slowly opened, and there was a white ball of light hanging in the palm of her hand.

"Mr. Wen, this Buddhist monk didn't lie..."

Cizhou immediately stood up and said with a smile: "A monk never lies!"

Unexpectedly, it was this athletic woman who turned her left hand behind her back to her front, opened her palm, and revealed a half-red and half-white ball of light as big as a sycamore tree. She then raised her voice and said: "But, this eminent monk said

If so, I still have some reservations. Maybe it’s half truth and half lie, maybe it’s nine truths and one lie, but in short it’s not entirely true!”

The slap in the face came so quickly, and Cizhou was immediately dumbfounded. The eldest disciple Wukong was loyal and honest after all, and his face remained expressionless. On the contrary, the second disciple Wu Neng witnessed his master being defeated for the first time, and his heart was filled with tears.

She was so ecstatic that she wished she could replace the strong woman wearing a bronze mask and humiliate her severely so that she could release the resentment that had been held in her heart for so long.

After all, Cizhou was a man of two generations, and he was familiar with Buddhist scriptures. He had been in and out of the world, and he had never seen any big scenes. He had long since developed a face as thick as a city wall, and his personal acting skills could be regarded as the most powerful actor in the Western Tang Empire.

He didn't take what the healthy woman just said seriously at all.

"This bronze mask has eyebrows like lying silkworms, square eyes with heavy pupils, and has a sacred and inviolable majesty. The single horn on the top of the head looks like the judicial beast Xie Zhi. Could it be a ritual vessel from the ancient Shu Kingdom? The feet are actually priests serving the scholar Gaotao.

, God has spirit, so it can give the wearer the magical power to distinguish authenticity."

Cizhou nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It's true! The Xiliang Kingdom has its own unique foundation for being able to gain a foothold in the Snowy Mountains. The poor monk had also guessed before, but he didn't expect that the inheritance would catch up with the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times, and the saint kings ruled the world.

At that time, the emperor of heaven and the king of humans were one body with two sides. The emperor's virtue was protected by the world, and he was protected by hundreds of gods, each performing his own duties. By the time of Emperor Zhuanxu, heaven was connected to heaven, humans and gods were separated, yin and yang were clarified, and the three realms were gradually isolated from each other.

It is no longer the time in ancient times when humans and gods lived together, the sons of gods were everywhere, and the people of gods were in various situations."

These words involve ancient secrets. Even in Xiliang Kingdom, they are only spread by word of mouth among high-level officials. Only a few words spread to the people, but they have long been changed beyond recognition.

Nowadays, the visitor can guess so many inside stories based on just a bronze mask. The strong woman who just now had the heart to give the stranger a blow can no longer help but tremble, secretly hating herself for being too talkative and being seen through.

Xing Zang, she was really frightened.

The old woman surnamed Wen, the elder of the village, heard the monk's words and immediately knew that the visitor was evil. She couldn't help but secretly thought: the only "heroine" in the village was Qing Suo, and the only "Qing'e" was Liniang who just spoke.

There are two teams of "salt" level fitness women with a full strength of 100 people, and the remaining seven or eight people are all married "Luofu". There is not even a talented woman who can "sweep eyebrows", let alone the talented "Buzhi"

", I'm afraid it can only be found in the Imperial Academy and the Hanlin Academy in the capital city.

She looks dim-sighted, but her heart is shrewd. Otherwise, she would not have been entrusted with such an important task by the Lord of Xiliang. She has stayed in this border area for thirty years, repeatedly taking advantage of the terrain to repel the invading peasants and soldiers of the Us Tibetans.

, and even defeated several wizards from this sect.

Mr. Wen squinted his eyes and found that the black-robed monk was full of flaws, but there was no chance to take advantage of them. He ignored them and looked at the followers a little further away.

With the help of the Li Pearl, the Tianshan Dragon Horse has purified its blood. Its back is covered with black lines, its muscles and bones are thick, and its mane is as long as it can drag the ground. It can be called a rare horse in the world, worthy of the "Kilin in the Vast Sea"

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What's even more rare is that the water vapor is lingering all over this horse, nourishing the fin-shaped mane behind the ankles, and flapping in the wind like a swimming fish. It is definitely of extraordinary origin.

Even the well-informed old woman surnamed Wen couldn't help but secretly applaud the horse when she saw it. Fortunately, the female soldiers of the Xiliang Kingdom were good at mountain warfare and were not used to riding horses. Otherwise, she would have shamelessly asked for it.

"Even if it is used for breeding, it is still good! There is a shortage of cattle in the country, so taming the horse-drawn plow is also an expedient measure. It should be changed according to the times!"

When her eyes turned to the monkey with the horizontal stick on his shoulder and his hands pressing both ends of the stick, she immediately understood Wukong's true identity and couldn't help but frown.

"This giant monkey looks ordinary, but it exudes the stench of a wizard from this religion. It is not like a human, nor a monster. It is clearly an extremely cruel way to create beasts. This guy is cruel to others, but he is cruel to himself.

I’m afraid it’s even more cruel. It’s rare!”

As for Zhu Ganghe, who leads the horse, he swallowed the secret medicine and became a demon. Not long ago, he was tempered by Zimu Spring and Luangtai Spring, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but it is difficult for people to tell.

However, anyone who sees a sturdy man with two arms and a neck, and a pig head with an upturned nose, fish eyes, and scalloped ears cannot pretend not to recognize him.

The old woman surnamed Wen knew that the monk in black had come to visit unintentionally, and that the followers behind him were monsters related to the sect. She could still keep her composure and remain silent. She was just familiar with "Qing'e" Liniang, who was responsible for all sacrificial ceremonies in the village.

His eyes were still holding the dove stick with both hands, waiting for the development of the incident.

Liniang, who was wearing a bronze mask "Xie Zhi", was really smart. She ignored the monk in black and pointed her halberd at his two disciples, and shouted: "Master Ci Zhou's followers are all in the wilderness.

How can these aggressive monsters, elves that live in the mountains and forests, drink blood like hair and be covered with filth, enter our country of Xiliang? Get out of here quickly, otherwise, don’t blame our men for being merciless, and don’t blame the villagers for not giving the master face.”

Ci Zhou saw that the flames of war were about to extinguish, and accidentally spread to Wukong and Wuneng. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Female donors, they were originally from poor backgrounds, but they were forced by the Wuszang people.

I have to sink into a fairy."

"Let's look at the man with golden hair on his face and a tiger skin skirt around his waist. He is Wukong, the first disciple of the poor monk. He defeated tens of thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the Dragon Palace of the West Sea, and obtained the Sea-Suppressing Divine Iron as a weapon. He was injured and killed when he touched it. He was beaten with a stick.

Tian, ​​​​is really a first-class hero in the world."

"As for the big-bellied one, he is Zhu Gangxi, the second disciple of the poor monk. He was originally the son of a farmer in the Tang Dynasty. By chance, he turned into a toothy pig monster. He was wild and untamed and had an unpredictable spirit. Therefore, the poor monk took advantage of him.

The Buddha's precious hoop is placed in the Guanyin Monastery, and the eight precepts are given to him to control his heart."
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