Chapter 1 Mountains and Rains Have Guests From Far Away
In late autumn, it rains at night, and the mountains and gorges are misty in the cold smoke.
Deep in the mountains, figures stood silently and solemnly, holding torches high, their black raincoats rustling in the wind and rain.
Barre stood proudly at the front, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring into the distance. The firelight flickered, the forest shadows were scattered, and the mountain road flickered between light and dark, twisting like a snake.
"Master Wu Wu, why hasn't your distinguished guest arrived yet? Didn't you say he would definitely arrive today?" Behind Barre, a skinny old man shuddered and shrank his neck into the furry fox fur collar. Looking around,
The mountain road was still empty and there was no sign of anyone.
"Damn it, are you in a hurry? You haven't passed the time yet!" Barre raised his thick eyebrows, his voice was like thunder, and his gold earrings swung. He was in the prime of life, with a leopard head and eyes, standing with big bare feet.
On the cold mountain rocks, the tiger-skin jacket was opened wildly, revealing his muscular chest. The cold rain fell on him, evaporating into wisps of white vapor and drifting away.
The old man's face froze, and he forced out a smile: "Master Wu Wu said, let's wait, wait."
Barei glanced at the old man sideways and laughed: "Zhiyou, you are too old, how much longer can you wait?" He waved his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, "Master Wuji is too weak to bear the cold, how can you still wait?
Why don’t you help him down quickly to rest? Damn it, if he freezes to death, I’ll have to pick another witch to sacrifice him, which is really troublesome!”
Two figures came out in response, holding the old man's arms.
"Lord Wu Wu, you—" A trace of resentment flushed on Zhiyou's face, and he wanted to break away, but when he encountered Barley's stern eyes, his straight waist stooped down again.
An old dog with missing teeth, he didn't even have the guts to bark a few times! Barre sneered silently, looking around at everyone, the colorful lines at the corners of his eyes reflected ferociously by the firelight. After ten years of hard work, he finally took over the power of the entire Wu Clan.
In the palm of his hand, the witch priest Zhiyu, who had a similar status in the past, was now at his disposal.
As for the fifteen-year-old heir to the clan leader, a kid who spends his days drinking and having fun, he has long been despised by the entire clan and has become a prodigal.
"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly came from deep in the mountain path.
Barre looked far away and saw a huge black shadow flashing across the dense mountain forest.
Everyone in the Wu clan was shocked. Suddenly, the black shadow disappeared. Everyone thought they were dazzled, but in the blink of an eye, the huge black shadow appeared on the rock again.
"Bang-bang-bang!" The loud noise gradually approached, and the heavy footsteps shook the vegetation along the way. Everyone shook their torches to take a closer look, and a black shadow was reflected on the nearby mountain wall, which was more than ten feet high, like a
A terrifying giant monster, coming menacingly.
"Lord Wu Wu..." Bare's confidant Ba Lang took a step forward and stood in front of Bare. He was short and hunchbacked, with a protruding mouth and a broad nose, and small, narrow eyes that were fierce. Ba Lang's original name was Zhi Lang, and he was the former clan leader.
An orphan brought back by Zhiye from the wolf den. After Zhiye's death, Ba Lang took the lead in seeking refuge with Wuwu Barre, treating him as his father and changing his surname to Ba, thus becoming Barre's number one loyal dog.
"Don't panic." Barre's expression remained unchanged and his voice was as steady as a rock.
The huge black shadow turned into the mountain road, and its face became clearer and clearer.
It was a dark green monster, with a head like a badou, a waist like an iron pillar, and eyes as bright as golden copper bells, emitting a scorching fierce light. It jumped step by step, and its giant feet covered with thick scales thumped the ground with a splash.
A big cloud of muddy water arose.
"It's a mandrill!"
"Why are you so big?"
"He must have become a sperm!"
"Fuck it, chop it!"
Everyone yelled and reached for the knife at their waists. Ba Lang leaned forward slightly, ready to pounce and fight at any time.
Barre remained unmoved, his eyes flashing with a light more ferocious than that of a mandrill.
His Thunder Witch Body Refining Sifang Tian has entered the realm of the third day from the outside in. The powerful witch power surges into the body, and the raindrops are bounced away and splashed in all directions before they touch the body.
In a barbaric wilderness where monsters and beasts abound, and fierce tribes are everywhere, only those who are strong enough, ruthless enough, and courageous enough can survive.
"Are they from the Wu tribe in front of me?" The mandrill stopped suddenly and made a low and soft voice. The volume was not loud, but it gathered together without breaking up. Like a straight line of rain, it was clearly sent to everyone's ears.
The mandrill can actually speak human language! The group of people looked at each other, surprised and confused.
"Yes, this is the Bailing Mountain of our witch clan. Who are you?" Barei stepped out from the crowd and shouted in a deep voice.
From the mandrill's long ears, a small man less than half an inch suddenly emerged, and the sound came from the mouth of the little man.
"My dear Prince Qiao, thank you for your kindness." The little man jumped up on the mandrill's head, stood with his hands behind his back, and grew taller in the wind, turning into an elegant man in feathers and a crown of stars.
He is about forty years old, with a jasper jade belt around his waist and snow-shell beads on his shoes. He has a slender figure and smooth skin. His eyes occasionally flash, projecting a captivating look.
At this moment, it is just past midnight, right between day and night.
Barei's eyes flashed, and he greeted him with a big smile: "Hahahaha, it turns out that a distinguished guest has arrived! He was so stupid, he scared us all just now. I didn't expect that Mr. can even subdue a mandrill that has become a spirit. It is worthy of his reputation.
The most powerful alchemist in the world! I, Barei, am so impressed that I fall to the ground!"
Prince Qiao twisted his beard and smiled, and fell to the ground. With a "plop", the mandrill fell to the sky. When he took a closer look, there was no mandrill? It was just a rotten tree stump.
Everyone in the Wu tribe stared at the rotten wooden pile, and it took them a while to come back to their senses.
"What a great trick, sir!" Barre couldn't help but be stunned. The barbarians have always fought for hegemony in the martial arts, relying mostly on swords and fists to resist. Where has he seen such wonderful martial arts?
"What's the point of trivial skills?" Prince Qiao Saran said, "In the wilderness, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are endless magic and strange methods. They may not be much worse than Wang."
"Sir, you're too polite. We, the Wu clan, are very lucky to be able to ask you for help this time." Barei clapped his hands together, and everyone from the Wu clan moved in one file, winding around both sides of the mountain road, forming a nine-winding welcoming parade.
Array.
"Welcome with sword ceremony!" Barre shouted to the sky, his voice shook the forest and silenced the rustling wind and rain.
"Clang, clang, clang!" A sharp knife was unsheathed, and the cold light reflected the light, forming a staggered and arched sword gallery in front of Wang Ziqiao.
"Is this one of the nine rituals passed down from ancient times in the Wu clan?" Wang Ziqiao looked at the sword corridor and asked calmly.
"Yes, sir, you are very knowledgeable. Don't be scornful. My witch clan has only passed down the sword ritual. The complete nine rites of the witch clan can only be found in the Tianhuang witch clan." Barre said.
There was a trace of reluctance in his tone. Eight hundred years ago, the Wu clan was in civil strife in the wilderness. They fled away from the disaster and had to struggle to survive in the wild and ferocious mountains and swamps.
One day, he, Barre, will return to the wilderness and regain his clan's prestige.
"If a noble can pass down the sword ceremony, it can be regarded as a direct descendant of witchcraft, and the bloodline is pure." Wang Ziqiao nodded slightly and walked forward. Suddenly, the blade of the sword flew up and down, and the cold light of the sword rose and fell almost close to Wang Ziqiao, reflecting his
The eyebrows and temples are all clear.
Wang Ziqiao acted as if he hadn't seen him before, and kept walking straight through the forest of knives. He also took a torch and shook it: "This should be a torch made of wild endless wood. This wood is dark and shiny, full of oil.
Once ignited, it cannot be extinguished by wind and rain, and it is said that it was transformed from the bones of the three-legged golden crow."
"Hey, no one has ever seen this Three-Legged Golden Crow thing with my own eyes. It was probably made up by the ancestors of the witch lineage." Barre's eyes swept over Wang Ziqiao vaguely, and he was secretly shocked. Even a first-class martial arts master, facing
The swung blade, pupils, heartbeat, and skin pores would all react in the most natural way. However, Wang Ziqiao remained indifferent and showed no signs of anything unusual.
The alchemist is indeed unpredictable!
"That's not necessarily the case. The Eight Wastelands are so big, how surprising is it?" Wang Ziqiao said as he walked, "What's more, the three-legged golden crow, the six-eared macaque, the eight-winged golden cicada, and the nine-headed baby snake are all listed as sacrifices for the Wu clan.
There are no records of the four great wizard spirits in the noble books, right?"
Barre's heart moved slightly. Could this be the purpose of Wang Ziqiao's trip? This man is famous all over the world and is very popular. Wherever he goes, all the rich and powerful families from all over the world welcome him. He promised a heavy reward at the beginning, but can he please move?
Prince Qiao traveled thousands of miles to the wilderness, but he actually didn't have much confidence. Half a month ago, he received a message from Zhihe from the other party, and he just scheduled this meeting.
"The four great witch spirits are just playing tricks during sacrifices, but no one will take them seriously! However, if sir, you are interested in the four great witch spirits, you can read the books in our collection as you like, even if you take them away, it doesn't matter." Barry speculated.
Looking at the other party's intention, he tentatively said. Maybe the alchemist likes to study some strange and absurd things. Anyway, the most advanced martial arts manual of his clan - "Thunder Witch Refining the Four Directions" has long been memorized and destroyed by him, and the rest are mostly from the witch clan.
Miscellaneous notes on history, customs, etc.
"Then thank you Lord Wu Wu for your kindness." Wang Ziqiao said noncommittally. At this time, the light of the sword flew faster and faster, and his whole body was enveloped in a bright and dazzling light.
Suddenly, the sword light all over the sky condensed and disappeared one after another. Before he knew it, Wang Ziqiao had passed through the sword gallery. Going forward, the road was cut off, and there was a cliff of ten thousand feet.
Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but stop.
"Sir, please!" Barre's voice came from behind.
"Distinguished guest, please!" Everyone in the Wu clan shouted in unison.
Prince Qiao was slightly startled and thought secretly. Since ancient times, the Wu clan has been unruly. The sword ceremony is not only a welcome etiquette, but also a way to establish authority and test. In other words, if you want to be my distinguished guest, it depends on whether you are brave enough!
"Qiang! Qiang Qiang! Qiang Qiang Qiang!" The people of the Wu clan danced their swords again. The blades struck each other frequently, and the sound of Qing Yue vibrated out the music of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu. They kept swirling and rising, forming a powerful force.
Ancient music.
"Mighty, mighty,
Strike the sword with its clang.
He Zijiujiu,
It’s better to bend than to bend!”
The people of the Wu clan sang in harmony, and the hoarse and hoarse songs stirred in the wind, causing wild beasts in the mountains to howl.
"It's better to bend than to bend." Prince Qiao Ruo realized that the cliff was covered with clouds and mist, which was unfathomable, and the biting mountain wind blew the sleeves of his robe flying.