It was not until midnight that Huo Feng went down to the bottom of the cliff, distinguished the direction, and turned to the east. He ran south from the valley where the Tao Palace was located for three days, and then turned east. No one could have thought that as long as he left here, he would finally escape. Touching the three Taoist fetuses in his arms, Huo Feng felt hot. Revenge always had to take the first step, although this first step was so difficult and dangerous, it was finally successful.

It is difficult to drive a river, tens of thousands of feet, deep water, rapid and sharp reefs.

A ball of aquatic plants, holding the whole body like noodles, and the face was bloodless, and I don’t know how far it floated out. It didn’t slow down a little until the river surface became wider.

I have to say that Ren Daoyuan's luck is not ordinary. He fell from the cliff and almost all the bones in his body were broken. He did not choke on the water, and was carried down by a large ball of water plants. Such luck is said to be insignificant, but it is said to be less.

However, at this time Ren Daoyuan was not ordinary. Not only did the bones on his body break dozens of places, but his entire face became unrecognizable. You can think about it. What would happen if the face fell from a cliff that was hundreds of feet high and his face first hit the water? Needless to say, there was almost no complete place for the entire face. It could not be said to be disfigured, but the effect was even more terrifying than disfigurement.

As for the clothes on his body, let alone the fire phoenix was carried all the way, and he never thought about his life or death. His clothes had long been scraped into strips of cloth, and when they were soaked in water, it was not much better than nakedness.

The river surface became wider and the dense forests by the river receded. A short path appeared by the river. A long convoy walked towards the south slowly with the melodious ringtones.

Gannan River is very dangerous. It originated in the Eight Desert Qingzhou, passed through Yunzhou, Guangde, and reached Baidu Manzhou, and went south to the sea. In Qingzhou, there are dangerous places, and there are almost no people on both sides of the strait.

The path in front of me was obviously not an official road, so I could only barely pass through a carriage. The team guarded a lot, wearing leather armor and holding sharp weapons, and looked extremely fierce. The carriage was covered with black cloth, and groaned from time to time in the carriage. Anyone who was walking this way knew that this was a slave caravan.

In the Jiuzhou world, no matter which state, there are people who trade slaves. There are many sources of slaves, including death row prisoners, family members of criminal officials, thieves, prisoners in war, and even cheated, kidnapped, and robbed. Anyway, as long as it is valuable, some people are willing to buy it. Some people buy it, and naturally some people will sell it.

After all, the Jiuzhou continent has a vast area. Except for the large population of Central China and Qianzhou, the other eight states have never stopped demanding for population.

Of course, slaves have many functions. Aristocratic families need slaves, which is quite good. All mines need labor, and those days are miserable. Slaves die every day, and no matter how many there are, they are not enough to sell them. As for female slaves, there are more buyers. The top women, train them and can be sold at a sky-high price. Those who are one-size-fits-all, sell them as concubines, or send them to brothels. The worst ones are to wash laundry, cook, and carry water to chop firewood.

If you are a little worse, you can only work as a cow or a horse and work hard with the men. That day was even worse than that of the men in the mine. Not only did you work the same job, you were teased by the supervisors in the mine, but you would even be caught by the men who were also hardworking to vent the fire.

In short, as long as you are a human being, as long as you have a tone, it is always valuable.

"Here, there is someone in the river." The warrior standing on the roof of the car to let out the wind shouted loudly.

The head is called a strong man nine feet tall. His leather armor only protects a few important parts. Other places are covered with dark skin. At this time, he is sitting upright in an open carriage, drinking small wine and eating large pieces of meat. This slave trafficking is naturally not a good job. The journey is long, and he sleeps in the open all the way, and beasts and thieves can encounter anything. Fortunately, he got a lot of money in one trafficking, so naturally some people are willing to do it with their heads.

"Men and women, living and dead?" In the eyes of strong men, people have different categories, including sellers, buyers, brothers, and "goods".

"Male, I'll move my fingers and I should still be alive." The man who looked at the wind may not have very high martial arts, but his eyesight is excellent. The road is right by the river, and the ball of water plants is several feet away from the shore, so I can see clearly. But the man was entangled by water plants. If I don't pay attention, I can't see anyone in the grass.

The strong man thought about it and laughed: "This ghost place is either a hunter or a fugitive. I asked two brothers to catch it and take a look. If it is alive, it will be money if it is put in a cage."

"Yes." A few people from the convoy were divided into the convoy and fished Ren Daoyuan, who was among the aquatic plants, from the river in a few seconds.

A samurai who was proficient in medicine touched Ren Daoyuan's body and scolded, "It's so unlucky. This guy must have fallen off the cliff, his face was gone, and at least twenty bones were broken on his body. He was not dead. He was really lucky."

The strong man was stunned and looked up and asked, "Look at what kind of cultivation is it?" He dared to take this path to sell slaves, but he is naturally a brave man, but he is not a fool. Although he has the lowest level of cultivation in the heavenly level, in the eyes of many people, the heavenly level is nothing. A man cannot sell too much money, so don't cause trouble.

The subordinate responded, touched it carefully for a moment, and replied, "Head, he is a little boy, about twenty years old, and his level of cultivation is pretty good."

After all, this person was in a daze and was seriously injured all over his body. With his means, he could not tell which level he was. Moreover, he didn't care much about which level he was. The 20-year-old level is that thing. He practiced quickly and was already a low level he was ten years old.

"Is it well cured?" I heard that it is a human rank, so don't worry, even if it is a child of aristocratic family, he is not afraid. After walking for another two days, he will arrive in Yunzhou. So what if it is a child of aristocratic family in Qingzhou? If it is sold, it will be sold, as long as it is not discovered.

The man naturally knew what the boss was asking. With his means, he just broke the bones. What can’t be cured? It depends on the cost. If it is too expensive, it is not as valuable as his own. Then just throw it into the river and drown.

"No problem, just use herbs. You don't need to spend a single seed, it's a bit troublesome to eat." The man replied, food is also money.

"What's wrong with clothes? Face? Boss?" He is cautious and will not take risks for a less valuable guy. Naturally, he has to ask more clearly.

"The clothes are gone, there is only one wooden hairpin on his body, which is worth two eldest sons. As for his face... he is shameless, hahaha..." The warriors burst into laughter. This is the most interesting thing. Even if there is trouble, no one can recognize the boy in front of him. His face is gone, his body is broken, and his body is gone. Even if the boy's biological father and mother come, I'm afraid he can't recognize who he is.

"Okay, put it in the cage and let someone look at it, it's also money." The boss finally made the decision. As for the wooden hairpin hanging on Ren Daoyuan's chest, let alone these slaves who earn a lot of money, even those who are slaves in the cage may not see it.

The hairpin with good style was even worse than ordinary hand decorations after Ren Daoyuan's modification, as if it was carved by a child himself. As for things like ethereal wood, many people in the city could not recognize them, let alone these slave-trafficking men.

Needless to mention the conditions in the slave car, the car is very large, only a little smaller than the luxury car of the Ren family. But there are too many people inside, and they could only fit five or six people in the carriage, with more than twenty people crowding.

After a man who was good at medical skills simply put Ren Daoyuan into the carriage, picked some herbs and mashed them, mixed them with water, and let the slaves spread all over Ren Daoyuan.

The slave convoy continued to move forward, and the men were still joking and didn't take it seriously. As for Ren Daoyuan's life or death, it depends on whether his life is strong enough.

Most of the slaves in the slave cart looked numb, like dead people. A middle-aged man squeezed in the corner looked at Ren Daoyuan who was shrinking into a ball, sighed, squeezed in front of him, hugged him and leaned against a corner of the car. This was a better position in the car.

As we walked along the way, the middle-aged man fed Ren Daoyuan some water from time to time and applied water from time to time to time to water from medicinal herbs. Although it was simple, the potion was really effective, and the broken bones were slowly recovering.

After more than ten days of the convoy, Ren Daoyuan actually woke up miraculously, but could not speak, his whole body was limp, and his body leaning against the carriage seemed to be rusted. When he moved, his whole body was painful, and his eyes were as if he was mountainous.

Ren Daoyuan didn't know where he was. Although there were many people in the carriage, he was dead. He was all day long, except for the sounds he had when he was eating, and no one spoke at all.

At night, in the slave car covered with black cloth, he could not see his five fingers. Ren Daoyuan moved carefully, his fingers stiff and could barely move. His fingers passed through his chest and he was delighted. Unexpectedly, he fell into someone else's hands and the space artifact was not taken away.

Touch gently, a space that cannot be seen by the naked eye was opened. Take out two pills from it, and swallow it directly into your mouth, regardless of what it is used for. After waiting for a while, take out some food from it, and swallow it slowly.

Of course, there is no good food for slaves, as long as they cannot starve to death. Usually, some rice bran, plus a little salt, cook it into a pot of fun that doesn’t even eat animals. There is only one meal a day, and the quantity is not large. This is the method of the slave convoy, as long as they cannot starve to death, and with the strength, they may even think about running away.

For ordinary people, such food can last for several months, but for a patient, it is fatal. Fortunately, Ren Daoyuan thought it was fun at the time and stored a lot of food in the space Taoist instrument. There is no time in the space Taoist instrument. As long as the space is not damaged, there will be no changes.

The food I put in the kitchen was filled with various porridge, which was exactly what Ren Daoyuan like. As for things like sauce meat, which had a heavy taste, although it was more nutritious, Ren Daoyuan dared not take it out and eat it.
Chapter completed!