Chapter 326: The arrogant the Jiu Yuan people.

Banished To Another World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

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Chapter 326: The arrogant the Jiu Yuan people.

The author has something to say: Yuan Zhan: Actually, I really want to keep a low profile, but I am not cursed, bad mood, occasionally I need a little vent.

Yan Mo: Gold always shines. Even if you cover the surface with a layer of earth and dry a few frames, the golden light will come out...

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In the evening, WuShang Que actually sent people to pick up people from the Hundred-Battalion.

Yan Mo had thought that everyone would go with him there and have a look at the living standards of the Kings in the middle city.

The Jiu Yuan is also very interesting, and even The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu says The Black Earth City has a good food.

As a result, the servant in front of the Jiu Yuan hut proudly said, "Que Da-Ren invited only a few warriors, and no one else could go."

The Jiu Yuan, who were so excited to follow, had a somewhat frozen expression.

The servant swept away his eyes the group of low tribesmen who were wearing tattered fur coats, and did not conceal his superior arrogance, even though he was just a servant.

“Is that you? If so, come with me.  The celebration is about to begin. Hurry up. Don't waste time!”

Yuan Zhan's tongue bursts with spring thunder. "Go away!"

The servant was shocked, as if he had never thought that the warriors of the lower tribes would dare to be so disrespectful to him. Although he was just a servant, he was a servant of the King's younger brother. Even the nobles would not be so impolite to him.

This servant is also one of those who care more about their face. He did not disguise his expression as he waited on the master, and the anger generated by his humiliation came to his face. "What did you say? Say it again!”

Ding Fei sneered. “Our chief told you to go away. Didn't you hear that? Do you want us to repeat that? So listen, go away!"

Yan Mo waved and everyone turned straight back to the hut. The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu walked forward and twisted his finger.

The servant's face sank and he stared at Yuan Zhan. "Are you sure that's your response? This is the invitation of a noble!”

Yuan Zhan walked to the door and slaps the door panels on the servant’s face.

Actually, the door was at least one meter away from the servant's face, but the servant felt that the door was directly slammed in his face.

The two slaves who followed the servant bowed their heads and dared not say a word.

The servant turned around and kicked a young slave behind him, more like kicking and stepping on him in anger.

The slave screamed and begged for mercy.

The other slave trembled and knelt to the ground.

When the wooden door opened, Yuan Zhan, in a bad mood, kicked the servant eight feet away and slammed the door shut.

Nobles, including Wu Shang Que, sent a number of servants to pick up people tonight, and many of the residences in the Hundred-Battalion opened their doors at this time.

For this reason, there are many people who saw Jiu Yuan warriors kicking the servant.

The slaves who knelt on the ground rose up quickly to see the servant. The servant vomited blood in his mouth, and the whole body was lying on the ground in a cold ground and was unconscious.

Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe saw the servant's end and he "smiled" at the servant who came to greet him as he was about to speak.

The servant's words at the exit suddenly became respectful: "Da-Ren, Black Water, I came to welcome you to the royal palace to attend the celebration ceremony on the order of the master, because the palace is limited and there are many people attending the celebration, you can only take two tribesmen, but would also for you to forgive me for this."

The Duo-Na Clan leader, Agu-Da, squeezed his fist diagonally opposite, and the servant, who had just finished speaking, immediately stepped back several steps.

Agu-Da was expressionless. "It's going to start? Let's go then. "

Finally, Ying Shi of the Black Water Tribe took He-An with another person, and the Duo-Na Clan with all the warriors, and followed the servants to the palace to eat and drink.

The servant who had been kicked by Yuan Zhan was quietly carried away by the patrol warrior, and the slave who was still in good condition followed him, but the slave who could not climb up because of the servant's kicks laid on the frozen icy ground without any movement.

If there are no the Jiu Yuan people, his frozen body may be moved away by the cleaning slaves, and he may be picked up by the hundred battalions who will then use his corpse to feed the war bears.

The wooden door was not very soundproof, and Yan Mo listened to the moan that gradually lowered and finally disappeared from outside and the asked Ding Fei to open the door and carry the slave in.

It's not that he wants to care, but that he heard it and if he doesn't care. The Guide won't let him go.

The young slave was badly wounded, frozen for a while, and was carried in unconscious. As he had been protecting his head and face, everyone was surprised to find that the young man was quite handsome.

Yan Mo saw the child's face, unconsciously reached out and touched it, and a little doubt flashed in his eyes. What the child looked like when he was not injured...

Yuan Zhan saw Yan Mo's action, and his heart became agitated again. He doesn't want to see his Mo treat others well, no matter who that person is!

"Gee, this kid doesn't seem to be as old as I am." Ding Fei poked the teenager's face lightly.

The teenager is not too thin, but there are many old injuries and new injuries on his body, as well as marks of whipping on his back.

Ding Ning pushed aside his brother's hand and gently took off the little underwear that he had and put it on this teenage slave.

There were no outsiders in the house. Yuan Zhan raised the land beneath the teenager directly to form a platform.

Yan Mo washed his hands again and began to feel the child's bones.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu stretched out his finger and struck him in the ear. "Stupid, why not do it  using spiritual strength."

Yan Mo pouted out, "Shifu, you said I'm no longer a fool, and although mental strength works, it's not better than my hands."

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu pinched the teenage arms and legs, like nothing was heard.

Yan Mo checked the teenager with traditional methods and spiritual strength. Even though he had seen more cruel and abhorrent things, he couldn't help cussing, "Just for the sake of frustration, as for it!"

Ding Ning also frowned, and under Yan Mo's tutelage, he could also diagnose the more obvious symptoms. "The child's leg and arm were trampled and fractured."

Yan Mo added: "More than that, two ribs were broken. And he has a little congestion in his left upper abdomen. Now it's not long, the weather is cold, and the signs of congestion are not obvious, but in fact his spleen has been kicked and its bleeding inside.” Thanks to his mental strength, he can "see" the patient's body more clearly.

Fractures are not difficult to treat, but splenic bleeding is more troublesome.

Yuan Zhan felt that the kick was still light.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu seemed to see what he was thinking. Hey Hey smiled and said, "The servant who looks down on others will be ill even if he is injured."

Everyone's eyes lit up together, and since knowing whether the old man was a Cursing Ancestral Witch or their Priest Da-Ren Shifu, everyone was looking forward to seeing the old man bully people.

"Shifu, I have always wanted to ask you, what the unfortunate curses principle is.”  Yan Mo asked the old man and turned to Ding Ning Ding Fei and asked him to prepare for surgery, but think about it and said no more.

"Principle? Surgery?” The old man was more interested in what his apprentice was going to do.

"By the way, Shifu, do you have anything adhesive that can sticks skin together with your hand? It's should not be harmful to people if the body can absorb it."

"Adhesive? What do you want this for? "

"The child's spleen is broken, but it's not very badly broken. I'm going to glue the wound with adhesive first, and then repair it if it doesn't work well."

"I see. You're going to cut the little slave's stomach and put his spleen forward with hemostasis and repair, right?”

"Yes."

"Don't you think it's so troublesome?”  The old man wondered. "You can give him some hemostatic drugs, and he'll recover up slowly."

"I know that, but the rupture of the spleen is not serious and can grow well by itself, but this child has more bleeding, so it's safer to have a surgery." He intends to take the child into the laboratory for surgery, where there are ready-made operating tables and surgical tools.

The old man was in deep thought. "Put the medicine directly into the injured viscera, then stimulate the drug. Good idea. Why didn't I think of that? This can be a better and faster way of healing! So I can also make other people's viscera disappear directly a few?”

Yan Mo is afraid of his Shifu and he didn’t want him say anything new, will you? Yan Mo urged the old man to ask for medicines in order to prevent Shifu from coming up with more "harmful" new inspiration.

Unexpectedly, the old man did. He not only pulled out a branch that could have mucus without boiling and breaking, but also pulled out some medicines that were in good condition.

Yan Mo saw a kind of herb that the old man had taken out. He took it up with an arrow and said, "Sanqi? Shifu, where did you collect this herb? Come on, tell me when I come out. I'll cure the boy first."

Yan Mo put all the herbs in his pocket, asked Ding Fei and Da-da to carry the teenager into the inner room, told no one to disturb, closed the door, and took the teenager into the laboratory.

A trip to the laboratory will add 1,000 SCUM VALUE. It's not very cost-effective for him to save an unrelated person, but he has some guesses about the teenager's life and wants to make a thorough examination of the teenager with the instruments inside.

Yuan Zhan followed into the small room and saw that Mo had taken the teenager to the temple of the ancestral god. At the moment, his breath was unstable.

Why does Mo attach so much importance to this little slave? Why should the other side be deliberately brought into the ancestral temple? Because the teenager looks better than him? Throw him outside!

Outside the door, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu listened carefully with his ears against the door panel.

The disciple was so bad that he was not allowed to go in with him. But he let the boy in!

Hum, this old boy must have some secrets. Look at Shifu. I'll dig them out for you after all!

Ding Fei stands behind the old man, "Ancestral Witch Da-Ren, do you hear anything?”

Da-da: "Ouch!" Priest Da-Ren, someone eavesdropping!

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu slapped Da-da on the head. "Don't think I can't understand your whining! I curse you that you are not to be heard tomorrow morning. "

Da-da: "...?”Priest Da-Ren, help me, I really can't make a sound!

Ding Fei laughed and amused him deliberately: "You scream, you scream, you scream for me to listen to ah! Can't you call it out?'

Ding Ning looked at the old and the young, smiled and shook his head, squatted down to make honeycomb coal in the proportion to water, soil and cinder.

Bing disdained to follow the bullshit. He wanted to continue making arrows, but Ding Ning was busy and went to kneel down to make honeycomb coal.

It was hard to do at first, but it's easy to do after one gets to being proficient. At present, the Jiu Yuan people are very efficient in doing this kind of thing even for children. Priest Da-Ren, of course, taught that this kind of honeycomb coal burns better and saves more coal, and does not emit too much black smoke.

Comparing direct coal burning with honeycomb coal burning, we find that the difference is not small.

About an hour later, Yuan Zhan came out with the teenager in his arms and threw him on the hide in the corner.

Yan Mo followed him out of the cottage and saw Da-da rushing towards him with a grieving face and his mouth wide open. "!"

Yan Mo,"?

Ding Fei was still laughing. "He wanted to tattletale. Ancestral Witch Da-Ren cursed him to not being able to speak until tomorrow morning."

Yan Mo touched Da-da's head sympathetically. "Oh dear, don't cry. It will be all right by tomorrow morning."

Yuan Zhan came to grab Da-da by the neck and ripped him out of Yan Mo's arms.

Da-da: "..." Life is miserable. He's going to get stronger.

The young slave was still asleep.

Yan Mo saw that everyone did not go to The Imperial Palace to have a big meal. Out of compensatory psychology, he took out a pile of delicious food from his pocket. When the barbecue was taken out, it was still hot.

Look at the meat pie, fruit, meat pie made of earth-yuan fruit powder, and the new radish and the stick called sweet pole. Everyone immediately threw away all their work and sat around to the Chief Da-Ren.

Although Da-da could not speak, it did not interfere with his appetite. He decided to eat more tonight to make up for his aggrieved little heart.

The Jiu Yuan has no rules for eating and sleeping. Instead, everyone talks and laughs and dances and dances every evening. Naturally, tonight is no exception.

"Shifu, what is the principle of a curse? Can you tell me that?” Yan Mo asked with a relaxed tone, putting his hand on Yuan Zhan's knee.

Yuan Zhan cracked his leg bone and used chopsticks to pick out the bone marrow inside and feed it to his priest.

Yan Mo looked up and opened his mouth.

Yuan Zhan continued to click.

Others are not surprised.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu watched the two people and he was in a little distress, they are so sticky, and that when needed will the younger man let the old man go away later?

Worried and distressed, the old man chewed a large piece of meat and swallowed it without much chewing.

"Shifu? Do you like the smell? Eat more. I also have bee milk. It's better to put it on the barbecue.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu ate so much good stuff that he found another advantage of his apprentice: the food was delicious!

"Do you ask the curse principle? The word principle is interesting. The curse is about causing people's misfortune, in fact, this is also a kind of spiritual influence. "

The people sitting around the edge felt their ears pricked up and stood their ears to listen. Yan Mo saw The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu proud, and at the same time he was very happy. He was really good at being a Shifu, at least he didn't have his own way.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was delighted to see someone listen to his stories – he was good at cursing the witches, In Wucheng-City of Witches, everyone who saw him would go hiding away, nobody dared to provoke him, but nobody dared to approach him. Even his servants and slaves were afraid of approaching him, as if they were afraid of being cursed when he was unhappy. Hum! Look at these people's eagerness, if he doesn't throw a few curses to send them, is not sorry for their "expectation"?

So his disciple is well received. Even his disciple's tribesmen are so good that everyone is not afraid of him, and they like to be close to him. The Jiu Yuan will be backed by him in the future. He curses anyone who dares to hurt the Jiu Yuan.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is so enthusiastic that he is afraid that everyone will not understand him. He also explains it very plainly: "Cursing with the media will be better performed first, because we can find the soul fluctuation of the person who wants to curse through that media, and then build a channel through the media, which can let the curser send his soul power to the soul of the cursed person, and then to cause an impact on the soul of the cursed person."

"Then how can one be unlucky? In fact, the cursed person uses his own soul power to influence the cursed person. For example, when the cursed person sees a pit in the road, he does not want to step in it. Originally, he will be ready to jump over or detours, but after being affected by a curse, he will step in the pit subconsciously. For example, if the cursed person wants to speak well to a powerful warrior, it is not surprising that the powerful warrior will beat him up when he not only speaks well to people, but also says very ugly words under the influence of the power of the cursed person's soul.”

Yan Mo understood, and he added, "in fact, the mental influence of the cursing person may be several things, but once a few disasters are linked together, the cursed person will feel that he is unlucky, and then he will feel that he is cursed if he meets anything. The worse his mental state and the more he complains, the easier he is to do most things wrong. He will be easily rejected by others. The result is a vicious circle. Am I right? Master?"

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu nodded straight, "That's it!"

"The last time that jailer touched someone else, that person would be unlucky. Can Shifu pass your mental strength through his touch with someone else to the person who was touched? And make the person touched be unlucky?”

Curse-Witch Zhou Wu said, "Not bad. But this curse can only be carried out by a curse master with a very strong soul power. The most common curse master uses drugs to poison people. And that jailer, it is not everyone who he can put bad luck on, your Shifu soul strength, although strong, but at most at that distance can only affect ordinary people, 2nd rank above the warriors are difficult to affect. So though the man was annoying by the people around him, he did not attract the attention of the upper and the temple of the Black Earth City.

"That's great." Yan Mo heartily said.

Ding Ning, Ding Fei has become starry-eyed, looking at the elderly worshipfully.

Da-da decided he is going to share the tasty fish head with the old man in the future.

Bing... Looking at Yan Mo, he thought that the priest was the best. That he could find such a powerful curse witch once he went out. Will the Jiu Yuan have many powerful people in the future?

The old man was stimulated by people's worshipful eyes and spoke without scruple. He told all the curses he had done in the past years that made him proud.

For example, his old man once cursed Temple High Priest in the Wucheng- City of Witches to getting fatter and fatter until he could not walk out of the temple gate.

For example, his old man once looked at Huocheng-Fire City's Lord and was disgusted with him. He cursed that the blood of a family could never be more than 9th rank.

For example, he cursed Temple High Priest of Mucheng-Forest City, letting all men see her run away and that she will not find any mate for a hundred years. Yes, Mucheng-Forest City Temple High Priest is a woman or a great beauty.

For example, Yincheng-Sound City, he cursed the best son of a city owner for ten years, and could not make a sound. This is a terrible curse to a high-ranking warrior who attacks with voice.

For example, Shuicheng-Water City, Kongcheng-Air City...

Yan Mo had difficulty swallowing a mouthful of water and trembling: "Shifu, you tell me, The Nine Great Cities, do you have none who you haven’t cursed?”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu said smugly, "why don’t you know I’m your Shifu? Why am I the most powerful and greatest curse? Because the Nine Great Cities are afraid of me."

Yan Mo had no words for the heavens, he knows that fortune and misfortune always depend on each other! God gave him a god's assistant, but he also bought one for nine... No, he sent nine of the nth enemies to him.

Finally, he asked carefully, "Shifu, who did you curse anyone in Tucheng-Earth City?”

"Tucheng-Earth City, let me see." The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked up and recalled, "Ah, I remember, their Temple second priest was cursed by me, and their city woman, that woman was very annoying, and I also cursed her severely. Others, probably cursed some high-ranking warriors, when the woman sent a lot of people to kill me, all were cursed back.”

When The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu finished, he suddenly found everyone was quiet. Then he remembered what he patted his head like, "Oh, are you going to Tucheng-Earth City?  It's all right. Don't be afraid. I'm here. You guys just toss around. It's no big deal if I have to fight priests in their temple again!”

Yan Mo did not know what to say. He looked at Yuan Zhan, and suddenly wanted to persuade him: Let's go home, because if we let people know that you have stolen the Godblood Stone of the soil attribute, and let people know that the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is my Shifu, and this new enemy and old hate will accumulate. And everyone will be after us.

Yuan Zhan looked at his twitching expression and stretched out his hand to rub his face on what he was about to say.

"Whoa." The wooden door outside was knocked on.

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