Chapter 6 The Forest Birds Fly In Every Difficulty
It's Ma Hua!
Still a dead horse!
Barre's heart suddenly sank, and he stood in the stream, dazed for a while. The setting sun shone like blood, the water shimmered, and the corpse seemed to be shining with countless dazzling blood-colored spots.
He vaguely heard the commotion of the tribesmen getting louder and louder, spreading out like huge waves of despair and panic, drowning him and the village.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Zhiyou dragged his long robe and trembled as he rushed to the body. "This is, this is..." His legs and feet softened, and he knelt down with a "plop" and let out a tear.
Heartbreaking wailing, "Damn it, what kind of son of a bitch has caused this catastrophe!"
Barre's body trembled and he suddenly came to his senses: "Who was the first to discover the body? When?"
Several women hurriedly came forward: "Just when the sun had just set, we were washing dishes by the stream. Suddenly there was a 'peng' from upstream, and we saw the body being washed over by the water." "It fell from the sky."
Come down!" "It looks like someone threw it into the stream."
"Master Wuwu, we have to think of something quickly!" Zhiyou tremblingly grabbed Barei's arm, "If Ma Hua comes to visit..."
Barre's complexion changed slightly, and the warm sunset shone on his body, which only made him feel as cold as a sharp blade. He looked around and saw the frightened expressions of his tribesmen. He wanted to comfort them with a few words, but he felt his face was burning.
Unspeakably ashamed.
He's ambitious Barre! Not a frightened rabbit!
A wave of unwilling anger suddenly came out of the blue. Barre threw away his reason, raised his leg, and stomped hard on Ma Hua's head.
"What if you come to the door? This is Bailing Mountain! It's the clan of our Witch Clan! It's the territory that our ancestors exchanged for life after life!" Barei's sharp eyes were like a knife, slowly scraping across the clan members, looking around.
Gradually calm down.
"Whoever wants us dead, we will kill them first!" Barre clenched his fists as big as vinegar and roared like rumbling thunder, rolling across the sky.
Fear actually aroused the wildness deep in his blood!
In Barre's body, a violent turbid air rushed straight into his Dantian, and blood spurted out, causing hundreds of muscles to expand and contract on their own. The veins in his arms and legs burst out one by one, like electric snakes dancing wildly.
Barei felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. This was a sign that the bottleneck of the Thunder Witch Body Refining Sifangtian was loosened and a breakthrough was imminent!
At this moment, he was refreshed and in a happy mood, and his whole body seemed to spread infinitely to the heaven and earth, giving birth to a mysterious and mysterious spiritual perception.
Heaven and earth are divided into two qi, turbid qi, and cultivation is divided into martial arts and martial arts. The turbid qi evolves into the mother earth, which is tangible and intangible; the clear qi is derived from the void, which is material and intangible. The martial arts circulates the turbid qi, and the martial arts exhales and absorbs the clear qi. Regardless of martial arts, shu.
Tao, if you want to cultivate to a profound state, it will eventually involve the mysterious spiritual realm.
Just now, Barre's mind was agitated and he was full of fighting spirit, which inadvertently aroused a mysterious connection between his spirit and his martial arts. His martial arts progressed along the way. He had a hunch that as long as he could get through this difficulty, his Thunder Witch Refining Sifang Tian would surely
Can be reborn and enter the ranks of real masters.
"You guys, go and seal the stockade first. From now on, everyone will guard the stockade for me. No one is allowed to go outside without my words! Go find Ba Lang, he knows what to do.
.You guys, as a team, search the stockade carefully, door to door! And you, divide into twelve groups and patrol the stockade every hour. The rest of the people will disperse first. If anyone notices anything wrong, they will immediately
Blow the horns!" Barre's fighting spirit was strong and he kept giving orders, and the mood of the tribe became more and more stable. Many men spontaneously picked up sharp knives, sharp spears, and steel forks, and explored everywhere. Women and children were not to be outdone, leading hounds.
, patrolling from house to house.
Zhiyou never made a sound, only lowering his head and staring blankly. His rickety figure was cast on the water by the sunset, trembling and shivering, seeming to break and continue.
Ma Hua's death had nothing to do with this old guy. Barei glanced at Zhiyou. If Ma Hua came to kill him, the whole family would be buried with him. Zhiyou would not be stupid enough to seek death.
"Lord Wu Wu, this is a major matter that affects the life and death of the whole clan. I want to take a bath and burn incense, and do a good fortune-telling to forgive my sins." After a long time, Zhiyou raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Barei stared at Zhiyou for a while and said solemnly: "If I find out which turtle son is causing trouble, I will definitely crush his eggs!"
Zhiyou coughed a few times, confessed his crime to Prince Qiao, and stumbled away.
“This horse was covered in numerous stab wounds, many of which were deliberately added and mashed to cover up the martial arts of the person who did it.
"There were strangulation marks on his wrists."
"Maybe they killed Ma Hua outside first, then brought the body into the village, tied it to a bamboo shoot or rattan in the distance, and then ejected the body like a bow and arrow, and finally fell into the stream."
"Probably coming from that direction."
Zhiyou faintly heard the conversation between Bare and Wang Ziqiao behind him, and a sad and sarcastic smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.
After all, Barre was too young. Just like a brave and fierce buffalo calf, even if it ran into a pack of wolves, it would not give in and butt it with its horns and fight.
But with this fight, even the last chance of escape was gone.
Zhiyou looked at the tribesmen who were on guard one by one, with a sneer hidden in the dusk. The most important thing to do at the moment was not to track down or take precautions, but to decisively abandon the village and let the tribesmen bring enough money and food to disperse and flee.
Even if Bareiche finds out the truth, what will happen? Will the cruel Ma Hua let the Wu clan go because of this? Those who killed Ma Hua probably wanted to introduce Ma Hua into the village and kill people with a borrowed knife!
Zhi You felt a sense of schadenfreude in his heart. Barre loved power too much and loved competition too much, so he was destined to die a good death. Could it be that he thought that when Ma Hua came to kill, Wang Ziqiao would help the village?
No. The way the alchemist looked at people seemed gentle and pure, but in fact, there was an unreachable indifference in his heart. You can see it every time you do divination in the quiet night, or when you look up at the sky and gaze at the stars.
The kind of indifference that belongs only to the starry sky.
Turning around the hillside, surrounded by huge rocks to the east, is the residence of the successive witch priests.
The terrain here is high and there are few people around. Dozens of jagged mountains and rocks are scattered along the way. They seem chaotic and follow some strange rules. Zhiyou still remembers that the last old wizard held his little hand and walked through it for the first time.
The scene here.
"Boy, this is not an ordinary pile of rocks." The old witch priest told him that this was the "Eight Formations" laid out by the clan leader Zhi Gandang eight hundred years ago. It could not only trap and kill powerful enemies, but also offer sacrifices to the heavens and pray for blessings.
, contains the core secrets of the Zhu Youjin spell formation series.
It's a pity that the art of operating the eight formation diagrams has long been lost. Strangely enough, since the migration to the wilderness, the Zhuyou forbidden spells passed down by the shamans of the past dynasties have become less and less. When it comes to Zhiyou, I only know the basics.
"You know, what is the most important thing in the world?" Old Witch Ji stood alone among the piles of rocks. The evening wind ruffled the sparse white hair on his temples, which looked particularly dim in the gloomy dusk.
Of course Zhiyou didn't know. At that time, he was still a lively melon boy. He always felt that life was too slow and wished he could grow into a tall man in one day.
"It's inheritance!" Old Witch Ji touched the top of his head and sighed silently.
Zhiyou stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed a piece of rock with sharp edges.
——What is the most important thing in the world?
Without the Zhu Youjin spell, this place is just a pile of cold rocks. A human body that has lost its life is just a pile of bones like rocks.
Zhiyou sighed silently, and in the blink of an eye, he had more white hair on his temples than the old wizard. He quickened his pace and walked into the bamboo building behind the stone pile.
The stilted building used for shamanic rituals is slightly different from that of other tribesmen. It is taller and more spacious, with a small attic protruding from the top to store pills, stories and some precious sacrificial artifacts.
In the corner of the attic, there was a hexagonal copper wire birdcage hanging, in which squatted several birds with pure blue feathers, their thick necks tilted, and their red eyes like blood drops looking coldly at Zhiyou.
Zhiyou took out the pen, dipped it in the liquid, and wrote quickly on a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings. The liquid was colorless and odorless and did not appear on the paper. Only when it was baked with fire would the writing be revealed. Zhiyou folded the paper into
A piece the size of a fingernail was stuffed into an empty hazelnut shell, then he opened the birdcage and caught a bird out. The bird did not struggle, but took the initiative to open its beak wide, swallowed the hazelnut shell in one gulp, and placed it in its bulging crop.
Zhiyou pushed open the attic window and cautiously looked out. There was no one around, and the setting sun faded away its color and sank tiredly into the dark depths behind the mountains.
——The most important thing in the world is your own life! Zhiyou let go of his hand and laughed like a howl.
The bird is like a sharp arrow, rushing high into the sky.
A tiny black dot flew past the lens and disappeared in a flash, never to be seen again.
Zhikarizhen retracted his gaze from the sky and slowly lowered the lens tube. The subtle expression changes on his face were obscured by the night.
The lens tube is covered with gold foil and engraved with exquisite silver patterns. It is shaped like a bamboo tube, with one end larger and the other smaller. Each is inlaid with thin crystal lenses. Its official name is "Rui Tuan", also known as "Telescope". You can see
Scenery in the distance of the Qing Dynasty. A salesman from the Jin Dynasty boasted that this Rui Tube came from the Mo Sect, one of the six great demon sects in Yunhuang. Many elegant young men rushed to buy it so that they could spy on the beauties taking a bath.
Holding on to the window railing, Zhi Shouzhen saw a faint red light shining through the dancing bamboo leaves outside the building, and the sound of footsteps coming in and out. The tribesmen lit torches and patrolled around the stockade, and wisps of flames shot into the night sky from time to time.
Zhikarizhen closed the window curtains and threw down the telescope. The lens barrel pressed against the brocade carpet and rolled in front of the peacock mica screen. A large number of strange and cunning playthings shimmered in the darkness.
Eight-treasure wine bottles, five-color throwing pots, two-color emerald agate chess, seven-color water-bronze wind chimes, burnt-tailed tung wood Yaoqin, pastel erotic porcelain figurines...all are the most luxurious and popular things in the Jinchu area.
After spending all his father's savings, he bought it from a merchant. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a golden incense burner, lit it with white jade sandalwood, and light blue smoke curled up.
Zhikarizhen lay down in his clothes, with a pile of silk calligraphy and paintings on his head, his eyelids slightly drooped, and he took a deep breath. The fragrant and delicate sandalwood penetrated the heart and spleen, and the qi and blood were gradually activated, the meridians were unobstructed, and the spirit was soothed.
People slowly relax.
The room was quiet and dark, except for the bright red incense.
Zhikari stared at the incense head for a long time, until the red light continued to magnify in his eyes, as big as a wheel, and even the light and dark fluctuations of the fire were clearly visible.
He stood up, suddenly reached out his hand, and found another piece of white jade sandalwood in his palm. He lit the incense head, Zhikarizhen's wrist flicked, and the sandalwood suddenly stabbed out, directly hitting the sandalwood stick on the incense burner.
This straight thrust is neither fast nor powerful at all. But from the shaking of the wrist, to the thrust of the shoulder, to the stretching of the arm into a straight line, the series of connected movements is like a spring flowing over a rock, flowing naturally and giving an indescribable sense of dexterity.
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Two red incense heads approached quickly and collided accurately!
The two sandalwood incense sticks trembled together. Zhikarizhen returned his shoulders, retracted his elbows, and retracted his arms. The slender white jade sandalwood incense sticks were withdrawn and thrust out again.
In the darkness, two dots of red light met silently, meeting again and again, never missing each other.
This is not a martial skill, nor does it include magic. It is just the most common aiming and stabbing. But whether it is eyesight, control, concentration or body coordination, it is almost perfect.
More than half an hour later, the two red lights went out at the same time.
"Ding--" Zhi Kaizhen casually took the Jiaowei Tung wooden harp, placed it across his knees, and sounded a series of tones like jade beads falling on a plate.
"You're here." He said calmly without raising his head.