immortal

The old man waved his hand and signaled Long Gai to take the child out. After the door was closed, he said: "The ancestor of our Miao people, Chi You, is just like you. This sentence is like a thunderbolt on the ground, and it shocked me. "It's also immortal. "

I looked nervously at the oil bottle, unable to distinguish whether what he said was true or not, the old man continued: "He is also a great witch. He is in charge of the sky, and the will of the gods is conveyed through the stars, and the art of witchcraft is Interpretation of astrology."

"Is it the river map?" I asked.

The old man turned his head and thought for a while, and said, "That's what you Han people call it.

"Our Jiuli tribe, because of such a great witch, won a large area of ​​land in the Central Plains, and then a war broke out with the Central Plains tribes. The Xia people fought 72 battles with us, but they failed to win. They are about to be exterminated. , the Xia people have a helper. They call him Fenghou.

Fenghou defeated Chiyou, and maple wood is the wood used by Feng. He bound Chiyou with this kind of wood and threw him into the barren mountains and swamps. Our mission is to wait for him to come back. "

My mind froze for a moment, as if something flashed by, before Poker Ping could think about it, he said, "Who made you wait?"

The old man's expression was dazed for a moment, and then he coughed violently. I hurried forward to help him breathe, his face was flushed, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing for a moment, and finally calmed down, his voice was weak and weak. He asked Poker Bottle again: "What did you say?"

Almost instantly, I realized he was lying.

What's the best way to keep the world's biggest secret alone?Unless the secret no longer exists, then the only way is to make this person the secret itself.And it is obvious that a shaman in an ancient Miao village has no ability to keep such a secret.So what he understands should only be the derived part of this secret.And he is also constantly testing our details, trying to dispel any thoughts of us with a mission that cannot be given up.

The little brother stepped forward and asked again in a deep voice: "Who is it? I asked you to wait."

The old man fell into a long silence. The confrontation seemed a bit nondescript, but the situation at the moment was tricky. The one on the bed could recite it at any time, and I knew in my heart that not only did I have no time, but I also couldn’t use it. Bet on other people's lives.

We are the least expensive.

I tugged on the sleeve of Boyou Fing, signaling him to be calm and not to be impatient. Once he showed his timidity, it would be even more difficult to deal with. Who would have thought that he gently opened my hand, took out a roll of things from his bosom, and slowly Expand.

It was a piece of yellow silk, written all over it, and painted with many strange patterns. Before I could take a closer look, I heard the old man's voice trembling: "This piece of silk... where did you find it?"

His voice was full of disbelief, and he looked out of the window subconsciously, and I followed his gaze. Under the shadows of trees, I saw a corner of the temple on the mountain in the distance.

Poker-Face handed the silk book to me, looked at the old man and said, "No one has taken out this thing for a long time, and I believe you haven't seen it, but this..." He opened his palm, and inside was the Two snake eyebrow copper fish. "You must recognize it. After all, to open the treasure box, you must have these two fish."

The old man's eyes widened in an instant, and his lips opened and closed unconsciously, but he didn't make a sound for a long time, and then burst into tears.

While the old man was a little too excited to speak, I asked in a low voice who Poker-Face was who secretly stole the temple, and he told me with a straight face that it was a blind man who did it.I asked him where he went for a stroll the night before, and he pretended to read the silk scroll, pretending he didn't hear it.

The old man finally calmed down, looked at the yellow silk with ecstasy, and said: "Our Miao people's writing has long been lost, and everything I know is told by my A Jia. I can't read the words on it." I understand, but I recognize this picture."

The text and patterns of the entire silk book are arranged in a very strange way, roughly as if divided into two layers, the inner layer of text is reversed and sometimes upright, and the outer layer of text and patterns forms a circle. After counting, there are exactly twelve pictures.

The old man said: "These twelve pictures are the twelve ancestors of the Miao people."

Mother Butterfly's... twelve eggs?