Chapter 87 An Feng
Her black hair moved slightly, Feng Yun looked across the crowd and looked at the matriarch.
The Nuwa family still exists.
But this Nuwa clan had no strength. Even though she was exuding some power due to anger, Feng Yun could tell at a glance that she was no stranger.
Is Nuwa not a stranger?
Feng Yun thought of the Nuwa family in the court. She had extraordinary powers.
eccentric.
Not enough!
Just as several Miao and Han people on the opposite side were approaching Feng Yun with spears in their hands, Weiji stepped out, cut them off and threw them around.
"Weird!" the clan leader shouted.
There is only one stranger among the tribes in this valley.
"Cooper, catch him!"
When Cooper heard the sound, he looked at the clan leader, but the clan leader stared blankly at the black hair in Feng Yun's hair, and was distracted for a moment.
In Cooper's view, this was a cold look from the patriarch.
So he set off.
He took the spear handed by the person next to him and rushed forward.
Wu Yiren…
A second-rate situation.
His moves are brutal and powerful, but not lacking in dexterity.
Feng Yun has practiced swordsmanship, but has no physical martial arts skills. He is just here to find the descendants of the Nuwa family, not to intrude, so he can only temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
Ceremony sword!
Use literary spirit as a sword.
"Clang!" There was a golden sound, and Feng Yun's sword skills were outstanding.
But this was not a contest between gentlemen, as other Miao people also attacked with spears.
Feng Yun chuckled, feeling that he was a beast in the mountains, being besieged by a hunting team from a wild tribe. He only needed to show a slight flaw, and he would be killed instantly.
But he is not a beast.
The literary spirit wanted to move, but Feng Yun was not a martial artist and had few killing skills, so he wanted to use the strange skills of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and summoned the beasts to let real beasts confront them.
But this time.
"Stop!" The clan leader rushed over quickly, the silver ornaments on his body making a clanging sound.
When Cooper heard the sound, he slowly retracted his hand. When the other Miao Han saw Cooper, they all retracted, and they did not dare to attack Feng Yun again.
"Clan leader, be careful..."
Before Cooper asked the clan leader why, the clan leader passed him and came to Feng Yun.
The beauty is shocking, but it doesn't have the heroic spirit as before on the high platform. Instead, it looks more innocent.
But soon his eyes narrowed.
"Zheng!"
The clan leader glared angrily and drew out the scimitar from his waist, facing Feng Yun.
Using a slightly awkward Zhou Yan, she said: "Who are you?"
"Nuwa clan..." Feng Yun was talking about Zhou Yan. Few people around him could understand it, most of them were the clan elders.
The clan elders looked at each other, but their murderous intention towards Feng Yun was even stronger.
The patriarch's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something. He immediately turned around and said in Jiuli language: "He is not a villain, he is a guest."
The clan elder stepped forward.
"Head, he is from outside. How do you know he is not a villain?"
Other clan elders also said: "You should kill him and let him go, for fear of attracting the Miao people."
"That's right. Now the Miao Fang is going around capturing Miao Han people among the mountain tribes to build witch temples. It's really abominable and we must not be discovered by them!"
The patriarch looked coldly: "I can make my own judgment."
"It would be better for you clan elders to make arrangements for the sacrifice."
Then turned around.
"Guest, please come with me." After saying that, he put the scimitar in his hand into his waist and said in a low voice: "Just follow me. I hope we can discuss the black hair matter in detail."
Feng Yun nodded slightly, the Nuwa family and the Fuxi family were closely related, and the Nuwa family died in the court, Feng Yun also wanted to tell him the reason.
The patriarch looked at the green hair in Feng Yun's hair again, then walked a few steps, came to Cooper and said, "Cooper, what's so different about that Miao Fang?"
Cooper answered truthfully and told the story of the Miao monarch's search for a witch doctor.
"The magic of the witch doctor!"
The clan elders thought that Feng Yun did not understand Jiuli language and did not shy away from it.
He said angrily: "No wonder the Ge family wanted to search for mountain tribes everywhere. It turns out that arresting Han people to build witch temples is just a pretense, and the reason is to find the skills of witch doctors!"
"Head of the clan, we should order the clan members to come out of the mountains. Our An clan..."
The clan leader heard the noise.
"Then let's close the grain."
Then he looked at Cooper: "Does every household in the clan have enough water?"
There was originally a stream in the valley, but it dried up and was cut off for several months. There was very little corn to be harvested this year. If even drinking water was cut off, the family might have a difficult winter.
When asked, the patriarch's eyes moved slightly, as if he was speaking secretly to Cooper.
Cooper understands.
Then he said: "There is enough water in the clan to seal the grain."
The clan leader nodded without saying a word, leading Feng Yun past the clan members and towards the majestic wooden building behind the high platform.
The clan elders opened their mouths to speak.
But one person said: "Let's take care of the sacrificial matters first, and then talk about other things."
"All right…"
…
Feng Yun followed the clan leader into the wooden building. Inside the building was a lobby, behind the lobby was a corridor, and there were rooms on the left and right. I don't know what they were used for.
At this time, several Miao girls stepped forward to protect the clan leader.
At the same time, they kept looking at Feng Yun.
Seeing that Feng Yun's complexion was as jade-like, gentle and handsome, which was very different from the Miao Han they usually saw, they couldn't help but feel flustered and her cheeks were slightly red.
Feng Yun looked at him in surprise. They all looked at each other and smiled sweetly, but they were enthusiastic and informal.
As you go deeper, the surrounding wooden structures gradually become less and less, and instead there are mountain stone walls.
There are torches on it for lighting, the ground is bluestone, and there are dry waterways on both sides of the bluestone.
It can be seen that this is a cave, and the wooden building is the gate built at the entrance of the cave.
At this time, a bold girl asked: "What country is my brother from?"
Feng Yun smiled lightly.
"The country of Da Ting...but it has been destroyed now."
"ah?"
When they heard about the country's subjugation, these girls' eyes were full of sympathy, and their attitude towards Feng Yun was much gentler.
"Then why are we, the An clan, here?"
Speaking of this, another girl said: "How did brother come in?"
Another girl said: "Ah, I understand Jiuli language!"
The chatter seems to be enthusiastic and unrestrained, and there is no lack of teasing in the words, but in fact, he is inquiring about Feng Yun's situation.
After all, in front of these girls, there are also clan leaders who are eavesdropping.
"The country will be destroyed..." The clan leader lowered his eyes coldly and sighed silently.
As we came to a stone wall, there was a platform, which looked like a sinkhole, with a big hole above our head.
It was mid-afternoon, and the light was clear, shining on the stone walls surrounding the platform.
The stone walls are full of strange patterns, which seem to be related to the migration of Jiuli and the sacrifices of shamans.
"Okay, girls, let's go do your own thing. This...guest and I have something to discuss."
"Yes." The clan leader said, and these girls changed their previous entanglement and left Feng Yun's side, leaving space for Feng Yun and the clan leader.
The clan leader raised her head and looked upward. She lamented: "If there was no drought, the water would flow from the tiankeng, and the surrounding area would be like a curtain of water."
"When the sun and moon shine, the sacredness of this place is revealed."
"pity……"
She sighed coldly, and her eyes became more unbearable.
She calmed down her emotions and said to Feng Yun: "I am Nuwa's family, my surname is An, and my name is Feng."
"Just call me An Feng."
"As for the clan, An is the surname and Long is the surname..."
After saying that, she looked at Feng Yun.
"Chief Anfeng." Feng Yun took the situation at his ease and declared.
"Yu, a descendant of the Fuxi family, a descendant of the Dating family, Feng family, named Yun."
An Feng thought and chuckled, his beautiful eyes moving slightly.
"Dating Kingdom... I do know about it."
"It's a pity that my An family is weak and it is difficult to explore in the Da Ting family..."
"Please." As she spoke, there was shaking behind the mural, and a cave door opened in what seemed to be a smooth place.
As Anfeng entered the cave, it turned out to be another cave. There was light on it, but it was illuminated by the light source on the side of the sinkhole.
The cave is not big, and there is a stone statue of Nuwa.
In front of the stone statue is a low table with bamboo mats, and many bamboo slips and animal skin scrolls are placed around it.
"This is where I live and where I protect."
Feng Yun looked at the stone statue of Nuwa, as if the real Nuwa was looking at him, and he couldn't help but feel respectful.
An Feng looked at the black hair in Feng Yun's hair and said with deep meaning: "Have you seen other Nuwa clan?"
As if he wanted to touch her, An Feng gently stretched out his hand and stroked Feng Yun's hair.
Feng Yun frowned slightly and took a step back.
"She died. This is what she left behind. Let me find if Nuwa has any descendants."
Hearing this, An Feng was stunned.
"You were deceived by her. The Nuwa family is protected by Nuwa's will. As long as there is one person in this world who remembers the Nuwa family, the Nuwa family will not perish."
"Nuwa will give birth in various ways, just like...my mother."
It seemed that he had guessed who Feng Yun was meeting.
There was a hint of sadness in An Feng's eyes.
"Meibangmeiliu." An Feng said Jiuli dialect.
Feng Yun can understand through Qingsi, which is translated as Butterfly Mother.
"We have a legend that Mother Butterfly was born in the maple tree. Mother Butterfly gave birth to the world, creatures, dragons, cows, snakes, insects... and the ancestor Chi You... He led us to grow and survive in this world..."
"Mother Butterfly is Emperor Wa, and Nuwa is his messenger in the world. Chiyou, also known as Jiuli, is his descendant."
"Emperor Wa created witchcraft, and Jiuli also inherited witchcraft..."
"The witches respect the ugly women, and the ten witches of Wushan are the first... If Nuwa is in charge of the witchcraft in the clan, she is the ugly woman."
With that said, An Feng motioned for Feng Yun to follow her.
When I came to the surrounding stone walls, there were pictures carved on them.
""Pictures of Mountains and Seas"?" Feng Yun recognized the origin of these pictures at a glance.
""Picture of Mountains and Seas"?" An Feng was slightly surprised.
she said.
"In ancient times, Sui people drilled wood to make fire and formed clans, called Sui people's clan."
"As early as that time, there were elders in the clans and tribes who used pictures to make history and record the major events that happened in the tribe, so that future generations can understand the past and gain experience in dealing with it."
"Over time, human tribes passed down this method from generation to generation, using pictures as history, and even recorded some of the things that had been passed down orally before on the wall."
“The history of the changes in mountains and seas, the migration of tribes, the crossing of mountains and ridges, and the crossing of rivers and seas, can indeed be called the Map of Mountains and Seas.”
An Feng said and gradually became silent.
Feng Yun looked at the "Mountains and Seas" in front of him——
A woman in green clothes is lying on the top of the cliff, with ten suns scorching above her...
Feng Yun unconsciously murmured: "The corpse of a female ugly body is burned and killed for ten days, and its face is covered with the right hand. For ten days, the ugly female body lives on top of the mountain."
"Tick tock..." An Feng, who was standing next to him, looked at it and said to himself with tears in his eyes: "The ugly girl is the first of the Nuwa clan."
An Feng closed his eyes, stopped crying, and said, "Are you very interested in these murals?"
Hearing the sound, Feng Yun nodded.
"Yu Zheng collects..."
As he said this, he took out "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" from his arms and handed it to An Feng for a look.
An Feng took it.
"Nine-tailed fox, Ye Bird, Emperor Yu, Teng Snake, Fu Xi..."
These are the five records recorded by Feng Yun, with pictures and texts.
"It's not convenient for you to draw these pictures."
With that said, he first returned the "Book of Mountains and Seas" to Feng Yun, then came to the low table to rummage through it.
A small book sewn from animal skin.
"This is what I painted in my spare time. It's the same as a mural. You can take it yourself."
After saying that, An Feng reached out to Feng Yun's hair first.
"The black silk knot is the only thing left after Nuwa's death. I hope it will be returned."
Feng Yun did not avoid the determined look in Wang Zhi'an Feng's eyes.
"Okay." Feng Yun nodded slightly and consciously opened the bun on the top of his head to let the hair fall loose.
Feng Yun's hair fell into An Feng's hands. An Feng lowered his head slightly, pursed his soft lips and said, "An Feng doesn't know how to tie men's hair into a bun, no wonder..."
Having said that, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist and prepared to cut his hair...
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