The mountain rain has just stopped, the birds are chirping crisply, and the morning light shines through the bamboo windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the long scrolls.
Prince Qiao folded up the heavy bamboo slips and took out an old animal skin book from the piled desk.
Last night, Barre presented all the books of the Witch Clan and allowed him to read them. But after reading for a whole night, he didn't gain much apart from knowing some of the funeral and wedding customs, customs and food of the Witch Clan.
Not to mention soul magic, even formations, medical divination, etc. were only briefly mentioned, and did not involve any inheritance of the forbidden spell.
Is this really lost, or is it a secret?
"Bu!" The candles exploded lightly, and the butter candle on the table was just burned out. The remaining green smoke curled up, blurring Wang Ziqiao's eyebrows.
He blew off the dust on the animal skin book and slowly unfolded it. It was said to be a book, but it was actually a piece of belly skin cut off from the monster beast. The leather was thick and soft, and the color was dark green and purple, with faint overlapping waves.
elongated texture.
Hey, it looks like the skin of Kui Niu! Wang Ziqiao was surprised. Kui Niu is an ancient monster and is almost extinct. It is only said that it still appears in the wild sea of underworld. Kui Niu skin has many functions and can be used to make armor.
It can be used to refine weapons and can be used as medicine to make elixirs. It is also called martial arts and a treasure of cultivation. The hundred war drums, the national treasure of the Jin Dynasty, were made from a complete piece of Kui cowhide. When the war drums sounded, the blood of thousands of troops surged.
Soaring straight into the sky.
If this volume of Kui cowhide book is sold to Yunhuang, I don’t know how many high-ranking families will snatch it! If Barei knows the goods, how can he take out the Kui cowhide? What’s more, Barei practices the ancestral witch body refining technique. Based on this speculation
, the inheritance of the forbidden spell should not fall into Barre's hands.
"The Genealogy of the Wu Clan's Branches and Clan Lines."
Wang Ziqiao's fingers slowly slid along the bird and fish-shaped characters on the Kui cowhide. This is an ancient genealogy of the Wu clan's surnames, which has lasted for thousands of years. In addition to the bloodline names, major events over the years are also listed.
"In the seventh month of the Jiazi year of Tianhuang, a male sacrifices to the sky, and a three-legged golden crow spirit is born. The whole family congratulates it." When Wang Ziqiao saw this line of words, his heartbeat could not help but quicken.
This is the earliest record of the Zhi family involving witch spirits.
"In March of the Jiawu year of Tianhuang, Zhi Xiong and He Lanshan, the sword immortal of the Yu clan, fought a decisive battle in the Minghai, and died together. The whole clan mourned together."
"In the sixth month of the year of Yichou in Zehuang, Gongsun was sent to worship heaven, and the spirit of a six-eared macaque was born. The whole family congratulated him."
"On the first lunar month of the Yunhuang Guiwei year, Zhi Gongsun invited the sword immortal Feng Kuang of the Yu clan to argue at the top of Kunlun. He died. The whole clan was saddened."
Another death at the hands of a sword cultivator from the Yu clan. A trace of amusement appeared at the corner of Wang Ziqiao's mouth, and he continued to look down.
In the hundreds of thousands of years that followed, no more witch spirits were born in the Zhi family. It was not until "in September of the Ji Mao year in the desert, the witch Zhi Shan offered sacrifices to the sky, and she gave birth to the spirit of a nine-headed infant snake, which was kept secret. At midnight, Zhi Shan gave birth to a spirit.
I wish that due to the forbidden spell, the Yu Clan sword immortal Ying Yang died suddenly."
"In October of the Ji Mao year in Mohuang, Zhi Shan was intercepted and killed by the Yu tribe's sword crane in the air. He beheaded him nine times in a row and exposed his body in the wild. The whole clan hated her."
He Chengkong is indeed the most powerful swordsman in the history of the Yu tribe. Prince Qiao secretly praised that Zhi Shan gave birth to the nine-headed baby snake spirit and had nine lives. He Chengkong actually killed her nine times in one go.
To shock the world.
No wonder he would later shatter the void with his sword and fly away.
Prince Qiao looked down further, "In the first month of the year of Xinhai in the Wilderness, there was great chaos in the clan. The Zhi clan, the Zhu clan, and the Gong clan led their troops to flee. The head of the Zhi clan, Zhi Gandang, and his direct clan members numbered 3,720, and the vassal clan members numbered eight.
Fourteen hundred and thirteen people are far away from the wilderness."
"In December of the year 1911 in the Wilderness, the Zhi clan arrived in the Wilderness and settled in Bailing Mountain. There were 907 direct clan members and 2,663 vassal clan members."
When the Zhi clan moved to the barbaric wilderness, nearly ten thousand people died on the way. Is this a natural disaster or a catastrophe? Prince Qiao stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.
This is the recent history of eight hundred years ago. At that time, the Wu tribe was weak and officially paid tribute to the Yu tribe in Tianhuang. As a result, the Wu tribe was in internal strife. Several tribes of the Wu tribe left angrily, and more than ten tribes came to Yu tribe to pay tribute.
The tribe launched a suicidal mad attack, and in the end no one survived.
At this point, the Wu clan was unable to recover and could only linger in the wilderness.
Looking at the family tree, Zhi Shan was the last person with the surname Zhi to give birth to a witch spirit. It has been almost three million years since Zhi Shan was killed. No wonder Barei didn't believe in witch spirits at all. The time gap was too long. It was too long.
Even the ancient bird- and fish-shaped characters of the Witch Clan were gradually replaced by the square characters common to all the eight wastelands.
Wang Ziqiao's eyes finally fell on the bottom of Kui Niuhide, "In the last year of Ding in the Wilderness, I met the enemy in the wild mountains of Zhiye and died on the spot."
Who was the enemy? How did Zhiye die in the battle? Who wrote this record? The content is too vague, as if something is deliberately hidden.
Zhiye died, who got the Zhuyoujin curse? Wang Ziqiao's eyes flashed, and he touched the last two names of Kui Niupi with his fingers: "Zhiyou" and "Zhihouzhen", and tapped them repeatedly.
Is it the witch priest Zhiyou who is responsible for offering sacrifices and praying for blessings, or is it the wanton dandy?
Wang Ziqiao pondered for a long time, then he stood up and walked down the bamboo tower.
People in the village got up early, and the women were already busy. Feeding chickens and pigs, sewing and threshing grain, and driving the family's donkeys to pull the millstone. When they saw Wang Ziqiao, some shyly avoided it, and some stared at it fiercely.
He watched and whispered to each other from time to time.
The men were all practicing martial arts and boxing by the stream, jumping and shouting in full enthusiasm. The children also rolled up their sleeves, gestured and shouted in a decent manner, chasing the yellow dog. Intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Ziqiao slowly walked along the stream.
Walk into the bamboo forest.
The light suddenly darkened, and there was no one around. Two or three drops of residual rain slid down from the dense bamboo leaves and fell on the small puddles, making a cool and gentle sound.
The stilted building was in sight in the distance, with its damp palace lanterns and gauze curtains swaying in the wind, like a bird whose gorgeous feathers were wet and trembling coldly.
Two little maids were sitting back to back under the bamboo tower, wearing raincoats and leaning on their arms, taking a nap. When Wang Ziqiao coughed lightly, they woke up immediately and stood up in a hurry.
"Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou?" Prince Qiao smiled gently.
"Hello, sir." The two of them stammered.
Wang Ziqiao chatted with them for a while, choosing some customs and customs from various countries in the world. He had a gentle demeanor and a soft tone. The two little maids gradually let go of their restraints, listened with interest, and couldn't help but ask curious questions. Wang Ziqiao said again
A few interesting things made the two of them cover their mouths and laugh.
"Did you not sleep all night?" Wang Ziqiao asked, looking at their swollen eyelids.
Xiaocui said: "Master Jiwu asked us to guard the young patriarch to prevent him from messing around."
Xiao Kou pouted: "It's always been like this, I'm used to it."
Wang Ziqiao asked again: "Isn't the young patriarch up yet?"
Xiao Kou hummed: "He won't wake up until the sun basks in his sleep. He doesn't work anyway."
Wang Ziqiao smiled: "Master Jiwu must love the young patriarch very much."
Xiao Kou couldn't help complaining: "No. Wherever the young patriarch goes, we will follow him. If the young patriarch makes nonsense, we will be punished. The young patriarch is happy, but he ignores us. My mother said he is just a silverfish.
, Shame on you!”
"Xiao Kou!" Xiao Cui glared at the other party accusingly.
Barre was worried about Zhikarizhen, and the two maids were clearly spies. Wang Ziqiao knew clearly that no matter what Zhikarizhen did, Barre would condone it, and the people around him would always be unlucky. If things go on like this,
Of course, the tribesmen are becoming more and more dissatisfied with Zhikarizhen.
This is Machiavellian tactics.
"What does the young patriarch usually like to do?" Wang Ziqiao asked quietly.
Just as Xiaokou was about to answer, she saw a man walking out of the bamboo forest behind the stilted building. He had a hunchback, an ugly face, and ferocious eyes. It was Ba Lang.
The two little maids immediately fell silent. Wang Ziqiao nodded to him. The wolf approached silently and hard to detect, just like a bad wolf hunting in the dark.
"Sir, that loser only likes to eat, drink and have fun!" Ba Lang approached Wang Ziqiao and grinned, revealing an inexplicable meaning, "I grew up drinking wolf's milk, and my ears are very sharp."
Wang Ziqiao smiled faintly: "Firewood is trash in the eyes of wolves, but people can use it to make fires and cook. People will throw away leftover bones, but wolves like them very much. Do you understand the reason behind this?" The two of them said:
Their eyes met, and Wang Ziqiao's eyes were like deep and bottomless pools. Ba Lang avoided it uncomfortably, and said sarcastically: "I don't quite understand what you said, sir. But, what are you doing here, sir?"
"I listened to the poem sung by your young patriarch last night and thought it was very wonderful, so I wanted to ask what the poem was called." Wang Ziqiao said casually, "Why are you here?"
"Bang!" A pine-and-blue vase was thrown from the window of the stilted building and hit the ground, shattering to pieces.
"Why are you making noise so early in the morning? It's an unforgivable crime to disturb people's sweet dreams!"
Everyone heard Zhiqizhen's cry, followed by "bang bang bang bang", several white jade carved cups, a pile of chicken bones and a lake blue glass chamber pot were thrown down again. The urine in the chamber pot splashed in the air, and the stench hit their nostrils.
.
Prince Qiao and Ba Lang quickly got out of the way, but Xiao Cui and Xiao Kou were splashed with urine on their faces and screamed.
"The rain from the sky nourishes all things. I have something fresher here, do you want it?" Zhikarizhen yawned and leaned lazily on the window railing, topless.
Ba Lang said angrily: "Zhikarizhen, are you still shameless in front of outsiders?"
Zhikarizhen looked surprised: "He is an outsider, are you my concubine?" He picked up a wine pot, wet his head and face, wiped it and said, "The ancients said, 'The sky is covered and the earth is covered.
As you wish. 'This stilted building is my clothes, and this bamboo forest is my pants. Now you have got into my pants, and you still ask me if I have any shame?"
Ba Lang's face flushed as if he was about to bleed, but Wang Ziqiao clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It's rude of me to disturb people's dreams. I thought that because of your temperament, you would stay up all night and have fun without sleep!"
Zhikari gave him a sideways glance: "You're a good flatterer. I'll reward you with that chamber pot. Well, you look familiar. Are you Uncle Lei's new servant?"
"How dare you, this is Master Wu Wu's distinguished guest!" Ba Lang couldn't hold himself back, roared, and said to Wang Ziqiao, "Master Wu Wu has set up a breakfast banquet, and asked me to come and treat you."
"Breakfast?" Zhi Kaizhen's eyes lit up, he casually pulled on a snowflake silk robe and put it on, and ran downstairs excitedly, "How can you miss me when you are drinking? Uncle Lei must have hidden a lot of good stuff."
Without waiting for Ba Lang to object, Prince Qiao said happily: "Then let's go together. Ba Lang, lead the way."
Ba Lang hesitated to speak, glared at Zhikarizhen unwillingly, shook his head and walked in front. Wang Ziqiao saw the dark water stains on the back of his clothes, and couldn't help being surprised, and then smiled meaningfully.
After keeping an eye on Zikari Zane all night, it turned out that there was someone else.
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