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Chapter 2 The son is born mad

One foot fell and touched the ground.

The air swayed like water waves, as if two invisible doors slowly opened to the side, revealing the village of the Wu tribe.

Bamboo forest, terraced fields, and stilted buildings. A snow waterfall flows down from the northern slope of the terraced fields, bypassing the forest of bamboo buildings and winding into a stream.

Wang Ziqiao was walking on the winding path by the stream. The rain splashed in the stream, and the cool water drops wetted his toes.

I wish you a forbidden spell! Wang Ziqiao's heart skipped a beat. The messages about the witchcraft were flowing through his heart like a stream of water, but there was no trace of anything strange on his face.

Witchcraft is divided into Zhu Youjin spell and ancestral witch body refining technique.

The ancestral witch body refining technique is a pure martial art: breathe in the turbid air, visualize the ancestral witch, fight with the physical body, and defeat all laws with one force.

Zhu Youjin's spells cover everything: medicine, sacrifice, divination, formation diagrams... and the most sinister soul spell.

Witch spirits are the core of soul magic. Once a witch spirit is born in a person of the witch tribe, they are expected to develop all kinds of strange magical powers. For example, taking human hair, blending it into clay dolls, straw men, and using witch spirits to impose curses. No matter how far away the cursed person is,

There is no way to escape the ending of being left in despair.

However, the Wu Clan has long since declined, and most of the Zhu Youjin spells have been lost. For thousands of years, no one in the Wu Clan has ever been heard of giving birth to a witch spirit.

"Sir, you are very discerning and courageous. I am convinced!" Barre followed with others. It was only then that he truly felt a sense of awe for Wang Ziqiao.

Prince Qiao sighed: "The witchcraft of the nobles is indeed different from the Taoism of today. It can be said that it is a different approach and has other advantages."

"This is the formation of the dead Zhinobu. It's actually just a showpiece. It's okay to fool people. If the enemy really breaks into the village, they will have to rely on fists and knives!" Barre chuckled. From Wang Ziqiao's tone, it seemed to be true.

If you are interested in witchcraft, it’s best this way. Don’t be afraid of what he wants, just be afraid that he won’t want it.

Just a flower stand? Prince Qiao glanced at Barre indifferently and didn't say much. The Wu clan is really in trouble. No wonder they are shrinking in the wilderness and becoming a common people in the mountains.

It was midnight, and the entire village was sleeping in the darkness. The raindrops hit the stilted buildings one after another, making a dense sound like washing snow and breaking jade.

In the distance, suddenly there was the faint sound of silk bamboo drifting in the wind.

The music was lingering and pathos, and it was actually a beautiful tune from the Yunhuang, Jin and Chu areas. Prince Qiao was slightly startled and walked along following the music.

It was a stilted building, hidden alone in the depths of the bamboo forest. The building was divided into two floors, with high railings and exquisite features on all sides. A rich peony palace lantern was raised from the green eaves, and a gold-embroidered gauze curtain with kittens playing with butterflies hung on the bamboo windows.

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Through the fluttering gauze curtain, Wang Ziqiao vaguely saw a young man moving near the window, singing and dancing, his long untied hair like dancing black flames.

"Who is that?" Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but be a little curious. Whether it was the tunes, the palace lanterns or the gauze curtains, they all came from the prosperous places of Jin and Chu. Could it be that a mountain man living in a deep ravine still pays attention to these things?

"Humph, who else could it be?" Ba Lang next to him suddenly sneered, with disgust on his face, "Apart from Zhiye's prodigal son, who else's kid can play until midnight, singing and dancing?"

"So he is Zhiye's son, your young clan leader?" Prince Qiao was slightly moved in his heart. Bare obviously only practiced the Ancestral Witch Body Refining Technique, so the Zhu You Forbidden Curse should be passed on to his son by Zhiye.

"Bah! Is he worthy?" Ba Lang spat fiercely on the ground, "He doesn't work or practice martial arts every day. He only knows how to fight grasshoppers, tease girls, and go crazy for fun! He also sells the clan's things to

Those traveling businessmen exchanged a lot of useless lamps, silk fabrics, spices, music scores... The most ridiculous thing is that he sometimes sleeps in pig pens and chicken coops at night and talks nonsense about the animism of all things. I

We, the strong men of the Wu Clan, don’t recognize this guy as the young clan leader!”

Ba Lang cursed endlessly, and the tribesmen couldn't help it. They all echoed in agreement, and they were all angry. Li Lei listened for a moment, and smiled deeply and unintelligibly: "I'm just a melon, there's nothing to say."

, don’t let sir laugh.”

Even so, Wang Ziqiao still caught the flash of pride in the depths of Li Lei's pupils.

"Interesting." Wang Ziqiao stared at the figure upstairs and said thoughtfully.

"Bang!" The music suddenly stopped, and the door of the bamboo building burst open. Wang Ziqiao saw the young man stumbling down the bamboo ladder, shouting: "I want to eat fish dumplings! I want to eat fish dumplings!"

Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou, hold the lamp quickly and follow me to catch fish in the stream!"

As the young man approached, Prince Qiao suddenly felt his eyes light up, and even the torches shining around him seemed to become dim.

The young man is about fourteen or five years old. He wears a bright red coat and loose black trousers, which makes his skin as white as jade and his eyebrows as picturesque. His long hair is unruly and he drags wooden clogs, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He ran to the stream. Two little maids held lanterns and chased after him panting.

"Eldest nephew, it's so late, why are you still fooling around?" Barre stepped forward to greet him and shouted in a deep voice.

Only then did the young man notice the crowd, waved, and laughed in a drunken manner: "It's Uncle Lei, you, you're not sleeping either. Ugh!" He burped, stretched his arms to the sky, and shouted, "Mid Autumn Night

The rain is making the fish fat. Isn't it a happy life for you and me to enjoy ourselves in this heavy rain, eating fish and meat over a bonfire?"

Ba Lei frowned, and Ba Lang immediately rushed forward and grabbed the young man's collar: "Shikari Makoto, why are you so crazy? You -"

The young man lowered his head and vomited a pool of wine-smelling liquid, all on Ba Lang's hand. Ba Lang pushed subconsciously, and the young man stumbled out, hitting Wang Ziqiao's calf and falling to the ground.

Mud splashed all over him.

"Ouch!" The young man grabbed the hem of Wang Ziqiao's robe and tried to stand up. Wang Ziqiao's heart moved inexplicably, and he took half a step back without leaving a trace.

"My eldest nephew, this is a distinguished guest from our witch clan. Don't act recklessly." Barei stopped and smiled at Prince Qiao again, "I'm ignorant, so I bumped into you sir."

"It doesn't matter." Wang Ziqiao glanced at the young man with interest and asked, "Are you Zhiye's son, your name is Zhikarizhen?"

"Well, it seems so." Zhikarizhen stood up unsteadily, ran to the stream, stretched out his hands to catch fish: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou, help me catch fish!"

After the two little maids came over, they did not dare to move rashly. Barre's face darkened: "How do you take care of the young patriarch?"

The two little maids were so frightened that they knelt down and trembled. Barre snorted coldly and suddenly punched out. "Peng!" The stream looked like it was hit by a huge boulder, and splashed with waves several feet high, and a fat carp appeared.

The white belly turned over and floated up.

Wang Ziqiao's pupils shrank. Barre's punch hit the fish in the air. Not only was it powerful, but it also controlled the movement of the true energy. Although the carp was dead, its surface was intact and did not fall apart. Even in Yunhuang, Barre's punch

It can also be said that his skills are amazing.

Zhikari Zhen was also thrown into the stream by the waves, and his body was soaked. But he didn't care, grabbed the carp, and danced: "Fish, fish, you and I are destined to be together tonight. Although you are dead, your body is fresh and plump.

, I will sing it forever.”

Everyone in the Wu clan shook their heads in disgust, and Barre sighed with pretense of helplessness, and asked someone to help Karizhen ashore, lit a fire, and let him dry his wet clothes.

"Hey, you, hurry up and get me some fish!" Zhikarizhen hugged the carp and nuzzled at Ba Lang.

Ba Lang glanced at Bare, who waved his hand. Ba Lang laughed ferociously, rushed to Zhikarizhen, drew his sword and slashed down.

The light of the knife was cold, and the sharp edge almost fell against Shikaruma's forehead. "Swish, swish, swish!" The blade sank suddenly, and landed on the carp in Shikaruma's arms, flashing rapidly. The pieces were thin and

The transparent fish fillets bounced up, and Ba Lang's knife spun around. All the fish fillets landed neatly on the blade.

"Here you go!" Ba Lang dropped the knife and stepped on it deliberately, crushing most of the fish fillets. As if Zhikari hadn't seen him before, he picked up the fish fillets and put them into his mouth, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Let's go and let the young patriarch enjoy his time." Barre walked away with a big smile.

Halfway through, Wang Ziqiao turned around. Beside the fire, Zhi Shou was singing loudly, high-fiving and dancing.

"Spring is shining brightly, and the orioles are busy chasing flowers.

Do you know that the days are short and the dark nights are long?

I only lament that the wind is strong and the rain is sudden, leaving people hurt.

Grain and millet perish easily, while pearls and jade are difficult to hide.

Where is the beauty and where is the famous general?

I am willing to spend a lot of money and keep a lot of money,

The man who picks up stars to illuminate the candle, cuts the haze to make up his face.

It's enough to sing and hit the bottles, and you should have endless joy.

The slender waist dances in the palm of the hand, and the wine is flowing,

Who cares about tomorrow's affairs, and who laughs at absurdity?

In the summer and summer, the prosperity should be gone, and in the autumn and winter it should be at least old.”

It was raining miserably at night, the bonfire was blazing, and the young man's undulating figure was like an elf of the night. Even though his steps were frivolous, his mouth smelled of alcohol, and his wet clothes were soaked in mud, he could not hide his elegant, free and unrestrained aura.

"The prosperity of summer and summer should be exhausted, and autumn and winter should be at least old." Wang Ziqiao recited several times silently in his heart, and suddenly thought that if he hadn't been a waste of time and useless, he would have died long ago.

"It's really interesting." Prince Qiao rolled his sleeves and smiled, following Barre away, never looking back again.


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