Ye Xiaochuan rarely gets angry, but today his anger kept rising from his heart.
Why can't I explain it to these women from southern Xinjiang? Human sacrifice is wrong in the first place. Even though I have already explained it to them, my mouth is dry. Those angry women of the five ethnic groups still can't understand a word. Some of them are still shouting.
They tied up Ye Xiaochuan and burned them to death so that Chi You's ancestors could
Forgive these humble tribesmen. In the past, Ye Xiaochuan felt that although the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang were remote and had less contact with China, they were all loyal and brave people. Now he felt that he had thought wrong before. Southern Xinjiang
The people of the five races are really just like the people of Middle-earth.
Bloody barbarian?
Even though Gesang tried to help him, the ignorant people of the five ethnic groups still refused to let him go.
Something went wrong and it was a scream from a little girl.
Baili Yuan and others were busy trying to reason with the women in southern Xinjiang and did not notice the girl from the Gaoshan tribe who had just been rescued from the sea of fire.
The flower-crown girl ran to the altar and spoke loudly in the Miao language. Ye Xiaochuan could not understand it, but as the girl spoke, crystal tears fell gently on her pale and beautiful cheeks, forming two small circles.
Traces of tears.
This gave Ye Xiaochuan some bad premonition.
After the girl talked for a long time, she looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was standing on the frozen wooden frame and said two words in poor Chinese language.
Ye Xiaochuan understood these two words, they were "thank you".
There are many blazing flames around the sacrificial altar, and in front of the three animal sacrifices, there is an ever-burning lamp. The ever-burning lamp contains a kind of black oil that is a specialty of southern Xinjiang. A small jar of black oil can burn for a long time.
The girl with the corolla picked up the oil basin of the eternal lamp, drank the black oil in the basin, and then poured the black oil all over her body. The beautiful little girl instantly turned into a black man.
There were many fires nearby. She reached out and pulled out a burning stick from one of the bonfires, igniting the black oil on her body without hesitation.
The flames instantly enveloped her fragile body, turning her into a burning figure.
"No!"
Ye Xiaochuan shouted loudly.
At this moment, the song of Miao Jiang came, sung by the little girl from the Gaoshan tribe.
"Song Hongha, Guo Gong, please say goodbye. Guo La is waiting..."
Jinghao is like Danggong, and Jinghao is definitely like a soldier..."
The girl's singing voice is very pure, even if her body is covered with flames, it still sounds melodious.
This is the favorite folk song sung by young men and women of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang. It is called "Red River Fish". Translated into Chinese languages, it means that there are two fishes in the Red River, one is called Axiang and the other is called Ashan. Axiang is Ashan's bride.
, Ah Shan is Ah Xiang’s groom...
The girl seemed to be singing folk songs not with her voice, but with her soul.
Everyone was shocked by the crisp and clean singing, and their eyes were fixed on the girl who was already covered in fire. Even Ye Xiaochuan forgot to rescue her.
After all, someone finally reacted, Yun Qiyou stood up, the Xuanshuang Divine Sword suddenly unsheathed, and the icy cold air instantly froze the girl who was on fire.
The flame disappeared, and the melodious singing also disappeared.
This time, the people of the five tribes all looked at each other in shock, and there was no more noise or trouble. They saw that the beautiful girl chose to sacrifice herself to the ancestor of Chi You, and they seemed to be very satisfied with it.
Yun Qiyou shattered the ice cubes on the girl's body. At this moment, the girl was badly burned because she drank a lot of black oil. It was not only the outside that was burned, but also the inside of her body.
Ye Xiaochuan and others hurried over and said, "Senior Sister Yun, how is she?"
Yun Qiyou shook his head gently and said: "The injury is too serious, I will die soon."
Everyone was silent for a while, and the clear and melodious singing was still lingering in everyone's mind. They swore that this was the most beautiful singing they had ever heard in their lives, just like the heavenly voice rumored by the world.
Gesang knelt down and held the hand of the girl who was burned black. The girl wanted to speak, but she couldn't say a word. She just looked at Gesang and the people surrounding her with her pure eyes.
everyone.
Then, she slowly looked towards the clear blue sky and the sky above her head, and there seemed to be a look of relief in her eyes.
Three days later.
After the Youji Festival, everyone seemed to have forgotten about Ye Xiaochuan's disruptive sacrifice. The people of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang still treated him with great respect.
However, Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be extremely disappointed with these people in his heart.
That girl from the Gaoshan tribe, named Axiang, should not have ended up like this. Now there are so many warriors in the world fighting against the heavenly army. Isn’t it just to protect these women and children? Why do they need to sacrifice human beings?
Axiang was buried in a bamboo forest at the back of Wanyuan Mountain. There was a small river on the edge of the bamboo forest, but now it was covered with a layer of ice.
Ye Xiaochuan felt a little guilty for not burying Axiang by the Red River where she sang before her death.
It snowed again. This time the snow was much heavier than the one a few days ago. The entire Wanyuan Mountain was covered with snow for thousands of miles and was covered in silver.
Ye Xiaochuan was receiving a group of people from China. There were quite a few people, more than 300 people. Most of them were Buddhist disciples who came to deliver food, and there were also more than a dozen masters from the Cangyun Sect.
This group of experts from the Cangyun Sect was personally led by Taoist Chiyan. They followed the Buddhist food delivery team from the direction of Kunlun Mountain. The main purpose of this trip was to seize the big green cauldron that Ye Xiaochuan had snatched.
Bring it back to Middle-earth.
Taoist Chi Yan and other masters of cultivation, after doing some research around the Daqing Cauldron and confirming that it was real, they praised Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "This big green tripod is a good thing, but it's too big. How are you going to take it back, Master Chiyan?" Taoist Chiyan smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter, Jiuding is a sacred object, it's great.
Small, I have my own way to make it smaller. By the way, Sun Yao said that you had some unpleasant troubles with the five ethnic groups in Southern Xinjiang three days ago because of the human sacrifice during the Southern Xinjiang Festival. Xiaochuan, now you are in charge
We attach great importance to Southern Xinjiang, and we keep you here just to establish good relations with all ethnic groups in Southern Xinjiang. Although some things may seem ridiculous to us, they are other people's cultural customs. It is better to follow the local customs.
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Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "I understand, let's not talk about this anymore. How is my master doing?" Taoist Chi Yan said: "Your master is very good now. He and Jiudu are currently at Julong Peak in Qixing Mountain.
I heard that it has been snowing heavily at Yingzui Cliff for three days. The Celestial Army retreated thirty miles to set up camp. It seems that there will not be any troops at Yingzui Cliff in the short term.
There is a big war. The war should start after the spring of next year, so you don’t have to worry." A group of people were talking around the big green tripod. No one knew that something happened at the Axiang Cemetery in the back of Wanyuan Mountain.
