The man left quietly, and Zhikarizhen still didn't go to bed.
He sat cross-legged behind the peacock mica screen, with his five hearts pointing to the sky, and the forbidden magic of the soul of the Xuji Nailed Fetus was running endlessly. Strange rays of light that were difficult to detect with the naked eye continued to emerge from all over the body, like fine spider threads, constantly reaching the depths of the eyebrows.
One thing gathers together.
This thing is similar to an insect pupa, curled up into a ball, the pupa shell is as thin as gauze, and the eight pairs of transparent wings inside can be vaguely seen, catering to Jikarima's breathing, rising and falling together, opening and closing, emitting a hazy white-gold light.
It is the most mysterious and terrifying inheritance of the Witch Clan - the Witch Spirit.
The highest secret book of the witch clan, "The Thirteen Records of Zhutian" records: "Witch spirits are neither blood nor flesh, neither gods nor ghosts, neither virtuality nor reality, neither life nor death. They exist within a single thought and are beyond the scope of craftsmanship."
"Thirteen Records of Zhutian" records a total of thirteen top-level witchcraft with vast magical powers. Among them, only the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique can generate witch spirits. This method gathers the essence of the blood of the whole body and turns it into spiritual light, which dissolves in the center of the eyebrows.
As a womb. Then visualize the three souls and seven souls, and let the essence of the soul enter the womb to give birth to the shaman spirit.
People who do not have the blood of the witch clan, even if they obtain the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique, will never be able to transform into a spiritual light and become a witch spirit.
This is the supreme magic that can only be cultivated by the purest blood descendants of the Wu clan. When the Wu clan split, the "Thirteen Records of Zhutian" were secretly stolen by the Zhi clan, Gong clan and other clans, and kept privately by the clan leaders of the past generations.
The shamans and sacrifices are all kept in the dark. Even many books on the forbidden spells of Zhuyou are controlled by the clan leader, so that the inheritance of shamanism is increasingly weakened. As of Zhiyou's generation, they only know some simple witchcraft talismans, which have no lethality at all.
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Zakari lowered his eyelids and put away many distracting thoughts. His eyebrows gradually became warm, and the surface of the pupa shell lit up with patterns. These patterns were not static, but kept changing with the gathering spiritual light, intertwining more complicated and mysterious patterns.
Texture.
The chrysalis trembled again and again, and its curled body tried its best to arch and twist, as if trying to break free from the pupa shell. Occasionally, Zhikarizhen heard one or two cicadas chirping, which seemed real or illusory, far away in the dark.
More than an hour later, the Xuji Nailed Soul Restriction Technique reached its eleventh week. Zhi Kaizhen suddenly frowned, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably. This access restriction method not only focused on the soul, but also required
Strong physical support. The witch clan who have always become witch spirits have all practiced the body refining technique of ancestral witches. But in order to hide it from Barre, he had to give up body refining and only relied on the physique of ordinary people to support himself.
After another week, Zhikarizhen felt that his eyes were turning black, cold sweat was pouring out, and his whole body was so painful that he almost collapsed. Knowing that his body had reached its limit, he stopped immediately, grabbed the screen frame, and struggled to hold on.
Stand up straight.
It was past midnight and everything was silent except for the mountain wind, which was like a billowing wave, beating on the window lattice and shaking the small building into a floating island.
There was no light or shadow around, and the distance that Zhikarizhen could see was even more vast darkness.
Like countless late nights in the past, he stood silently, listening to the sound of the wind. The dark island seemed to be floating in the endless roaring waves. At this moment, others were not around, time was not around, and the loneliness full of sharp edges and corners emerged like a hidden reef.
This was the only short time that belonged to him in the day. But every time he came to this moment, he would feel an inexplicable emptiness, as if he had fallen from a high cliff and kept falling, unable to land and unable to catch anything to cling to.
In fact, his life was very simple. He followed the established path day after day. It was his father's arrangement during his lifetime to practice hard in secret and become a wizard. He played music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and dance, and acted in front of Barre.
But once he was away from these, he became idle and lost. Just like the mountain wind recedes like a tide at dawn, leaving only the wild leaves lying on the ground under the bright sunlight, not knowing where to go.
"Bang——" After a long time, Zhikarizhen pushed open the window and let the fierce mountain wind and darkness flow in. His loose Chinese robe puffed up like wings spreading to the night sky.
He suddenly had the urge to leap out, fly out of the mountain, and leave everything behind. The mountain wind shouted to meet him, like a huge wave struggling to hold up, but he always stood still, letting the impulse pass by, and the sweat on his back dried.
, the increasingly heavy chill covers every tiny pore of the skin, so the wind can no longer penetrate.
Zhikarizhen slowly closed the window, and his robe hung down weakly. Suddenly, his eyes focused, and several firelights came out of the gaps between the branches and leaves of the bamboo bush outside the window. They swayed and approached the bamboo building.
The chrysalis between his brows suddenly trembled, and a trace of uneasiness surged into his heart.
This is the instinct of witch spirits to predict good or bad luck.
Zhi Kaizhen immediately turned around and walked to a gold-painted rosewood cabinet. The cabinet had three floors, and a large number of gorgeous and shiny embroidered silks, Jin Chu calligraphy and paintings, and books of stories about monsters were piled up randomly. Even several drawers were filled to the brim.
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Zhikarizhen opened the third drawer. On the top was a stack of exquisite erotic albums, and underneath were dozens of volumes of storybooks: "The Secret Biography of the First Alchemist in the Eight Wastes", "Joking about the Exalted Immortal Prince Qiao", "
"My Concubine and Zi Qiao - A Night in the Brothel Listening to the Spring Rain", "The Ten Great Magic Techniques of Prince Qiao to Confuse People with Evil Words", "The Real Alchemist's Wisdom Play on the Fake Demon Gate"... all of them are commissioned by Zhi Shou Zhen to do business, from all over Jin and Chu.
Collected from bookstores, these books record the anecdotes about Wang Ziqiao that have been circulated in the market. Most of them are false and extremely exaggerated. However, after Zhi Qiao really studied them repeatedly and peeled off the cocoons, he was able to figure out some of Wang Ziqiao's temperament.
Otherwise, how could he rashly "invite" this celebrity to the village and become the last link in his plan to ascend to the altar to worship heaven?
Outside the window, the firelight penetrated the bamboo forest, getting closer and closer. With the insect chrysalis between his eyebrows, Zhikari heard the rapid footsteps in the distance. He lit the whale oil incense candle and threw many books into the brazier. "Peng!" The flames rose, and the pages of the books rose.
Quickly roll up the browned edges.
Suddenly there was a light outside the window, and several big men from the Wu clan, holding torches in their hands, rushed to the stilted building in an aggressive manner. Two little maids who had been napping woke up and walked up to them, rubbing their sleepy eyes.
"Master Wu Wu asked us to come." The yellow-faced man at the head shouted, "Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou, open the door!"
Zhikarizhen leaned against the window and saw clearly the faces of the people who came. They were Barre's nephew Ba Heng and several of his close men. He hesitated for a moment and then placed a picture of "Snow Night Palace Banquet" hanging on the wall.
Pull it off and throw it into the brazier. The fire light dances, and various postures of a man holding a sword and fighting appear on the scroll, and it is immediately engulfed by tongues of flames.
"Palace Banquet on a Snowy Night" was originally painted by Huang Zhouzi, the first painter of the Jin Dynasty. It depicts the grand scene of the King of Jin drinking and having fun with a group of celebrities in the imperial garden on a snowy night in Laba, enjoying the snow and discussing Taoism. The original painting is collected by the Royal Palace of the Jin Dynasty.
This painting by Zhikarizhen was just a fake given by a traveling dealer. Unexpectedly, once this fake was illuminated by candlelight, it actually showed an image of a figure dancing a sword. After observing Zhikarizhen, he found that this was an extremely
The simple introductory sword training did not include any corresponding methods for the movement of sword energy, nor any mysterious sword moves. However, after practicing for several months according to the diagram, he felt that his fingers, wrists, shoulders and elbows had become very flexible, as if
It connects into an invisible stream of water, and when thrust out with a sword, it is like moving clouds and wind, naturally and smoothly.
Zhikarizhen immediately knew that it was extraordinary, so he practiced diligently every night. Fortunately, "Snow Night Palace Banquet Picture" is just some sword practice postures and does not involve the use of inner breath. Martial arts training cannot change the physique of an ordinary person, Zhikarizhen.
It will arouse Barre's suspicion.
"Young Patriarch, you haven't slept yet!" The big yellow-faced Han Baheng stepped on the bamboo ladder and walked up first, shouting carelessly, "Master Wuwu has given an order, asking us to search the surroundings to prevent horses from running.
Hua sneaked in and caused trouble!"
With a wave of his hand, several tribesmen behind him immediately rummaged through boxes and cabinets and looked around. Zhikuzhen's eyes flashed and he cried out: "Ma Hua? Did Ma Hua break into the village? Damn it, how did you guard it?"
He retreated to the corner with a frightened face, thinking to himself, how could Barre send someone here in the middle of the night? Could he be suspicious of himself after all?
"Huh?" Ba Heng saw the flickering embers in the brazier and asked suspiciously, "What are you burning in the middle of the night?"
"It's too cold, so of course we should warm ourselves by the fire." Zhikarizhen grabbed a few pieces of silk and threw them into the brazier. The hot flames jumped up several feet, startling Ba Heng, and he suddenly pulled out his sword.
When he saw clearly what was being used for the fire, he was so angry that he brandished his knife and cursed: "You prodigal melon! Why do you use such a precious thing to burn as wood?"
"Ba Heng, what are you doing?" Zhikarizhen stared at the sword waving in front of him in panic, "These are all my things. They were bought with the gold left by my father. I can do whatever I want.
You, why don’t you put down the sword? I am the young patriarch, are you going to cause trouble? Where is Uncle Lei? Uncle Lei, come and save me! Your nephew is going to kill someone——"
In the stillness of the night, his shouts were particularly harsh and could be heard far away. The two young maids also caught up with them in shock. Although everyone in the village despised Zhi Shou Zhen, he was, after all, a direct descendant of the Zhi family and the future leader of the Wu clan.
Long, no one will mess with him.
"Brother Ba Heng..." Xiaocui looked at Ba Heng timidly.
"Okay, okay, don't listen to this coward's nonsense." Ba Heng waved his hand, glared at Shikari, and put away the knife angrily, "I'm even afraid of playing with the knife. It really brings shame on our witch clan.
.Stop yelling, it’s my uncle’s intention that we come here this time.”
Zhikarizhen asked: "What does Uncle Lei mean?"
Ba Heng sneered: "Master Wu Wu has an order. In order to prevent Ma Hua from attacking, the young clan leader is asked to stay temporarily in the village building in the back mountain and be responsible for supervising the guards."
"Uncle Lei wants me to move to the back mountain?" Zhi Kaizhen's expression changed drastically, but his heart was calm. Barei was going to do something to him after all.
Zhishi Village is surrounded by mountains on all sides. The mountain road in front is covered with the Zhuyou Forbidden Curse Formation. The two ridges in the north and south are steep and steep, with peaks reaching into the clouds. There are endless ferocious beasts, and even Ma Hua cannot easily climb them. The back mountain in the west
The terrain is remote and inaccessible, and there is a hidden rugged path in and out of the village. A simple village building is built at the entrance and exit, which is located on the top of the cliff behind the mountain and is guarded by elders from several tribes all year round.
Now faced with the danger of Ma Hua, Ba Lei immediately seized this opportunity and arranged for himself to go to the back mountain, so that he could avoid the tribe and get rid of the thorn in his side without anyone noticing. Ma Hua would naturally take the blame. By then, Ba Lei would take the blame.
Lei unified the whole clan under the guise of revenge for himself, and the clansmen still praised him for his benevolence and righteousness.
"Yes, Master Wu Wu said that the rise and fall of the Wu clan is related to the fate of the Wu clan, and the young clan leader has a heavy responsibility. Please clean up quickly, and we will take you to the back mountain now." Ba Hengpi said with a smile.
"I won't go! The back mountain is so desolate and it's on the wind. Where is the place for people to stay?" Zhikarizhen kicked the brazier over and the ashes flew everywhere. The reason why Barre chose to take him away in the middle of the night must be because he was afraid that he would die.
It doesn't look good in front of the tribe if you make a fuss.
"It's not up to you!" Ba Heng's face darkened, "Young patriarch, you are the head of our witch clan. You eat well, wear well, and play happily. Why, at a critical moment, for the sake of the clan?
Are you willing to endure any hardship? Don’t you know how important that path in the back mountain is? If Ma Hua touches it, everyone will be doomed!"
"I don't care, I won't go anyway! The old man who visited the back mountain last year was said to have been swallowed by a big snake, leaving no bones left!" Zhikarizhen said in a trembling voice. Seeing the way his legs were shaking, Xiao Cui,
Xiao Kou couldn't help but spit.
Ba Heng said solemnly: "Young patriarch, don't worry, we will stay in the back mountain with you and protect you." Several big men under his command also gathered around, with mocking looks on their faces.
Zhi Kaizhen angrily pushed over an ice-cracked porcelain bottle, and the fragments flew into the air. He grabbed a few utensils on the table and banged them, "I want to see Uncle Lei. Uncle Lei loves me the most and won't let me."
I’m going to the back mountain!”
Ba Heng looked up to the sky and laughed, this idiot was still in the dark! His uncle's intentions had been revealed to him a long time ago. As long as Zhiqi Zhenzhen died and his uncle ascended the clan throne, his own nephew would become the famous young clan leader.
"Peng!" Zhikarizhen smashed another white jade basin, covered it with his wide sleeves, and a small dagger hidden at the bottom of the basin was quietly slipped into his sleeves.
"Stop making trouble, young patriarch, it's time for us to get on our way." Ba Heng winked, and a big man grabbed Zikari's arm, lifted him up, put him on his shoulders, and started to walk out.
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"The wind is cold and the dew is heavy. Are you going out late at night?" A clear and magnetic voice came slowly. Wang Ziqiao went up the stairs and looked at everyone with a half-smile.