A few days ago, Xu Guan and his party also came to Jiuyuan early, and an old slave drove them to shuttle through the straight road, through a large area of undulating hills, until they reached the grasslands further north. They walked into the depths of the grassland, saw the meandering river flowing from the north, and met several horseback men beside the river, the leader of which was named Wu Suomu, who claimed to be a descendant of Wujiang.

Wu Jiang was a servant of Wu Yan four hundred years ago. At the beginning of the war, Wu Yan wanted to find a secluded and secret place to take Xu Guan to live in seclusion, so he sent three servants to go out secretly to find it for himself.

Wujiang, who came to the northern grassland to look for, met several shamans here, and learned from the mouths of these shamans that there was indeed a secret treasure on the grassland, but the two sides had contact for the first time, and there were some misunderstandings.

Wu Yan immediately decided to come to the grassland in person, and after he came, he won the battle with the strongest old shaman in front of the bonfire, and only then did he learn the location of the treasure land from the old shaman.

Later, various things changed one after another, Wu Jiang stayed in the grassland, and Wu Yan never came here again. Until today, 400 years later.

When Wu Yan learned that the tall and tall Wu Suomu was the descendant of Wu Jiang, he sighed for a while, and when Wu Suomu learned that the little girl in front of him, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, was the master of his ancestor, the shock in his heart was even more overflowing.

After a brief and rough negotiation, Wu Suomu accepted this fact, and led Wu Yan Xu Guan and others all the way to the place where the tribe lived.

Soon the crowd was at the foot of a large mountain, and behind this mountain were more rolling mountains. It was not yet dark, Xu Guan sat on the back of Wu Suomu's horse, looked at the mountain and the group house at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but wonder: "Yu also read some feng shui books when he was young, and he also has a little understanding of this kind of chongxu science. But looking at this mountain, and the momentum at the foot of the mountain, there is no precious air. I wonder how the old shaman said that this is a treasure of feng shui?"

"Shamanism has its own system of doctrines for Feng Shui, which is different from Feng Shui in the Central Plains. Wu Yan replied. When she first came here, she also had similar questions to Xu Guan, and the shaman who brought her here at that time explained in detail why this is a treasure of feng shui, and after explaining, seeing that Wu Yan didn't understand a little, he briefly introduced Wu Yan to the feng shui system in their sect. Wu Yan only heard seven seven or eight at that time, and now more than 400 years have passed, and he has almost forgotten it.

"I see. Xu nodded and stopped talking.

Everyone returned to the village with Wu Suomu, who made a few noises, and the people in the village ran out of their homes, and even a dozen people dressed as shamans came with the crowd.

Wu Yan stepped on the void, stood in the air as high as the raised horse's head, and looked down at the large group of people who had arrived from the village, and at a cursory glance, there were about four or five hundred people here.

In just 400 years, the descendants of Wujiang have multiplied so many people? Wu Yan was taken aback. He bowed his head and asked Wu Suomu, who was riding on horseback next to him: "These people, like you, are they the descendants of Wujiang?"

"Not exactly. Wu Suomu said: "It is said that at first, the ancestors of Wujiang only married a girl from the grassland tribe and settled here, and later that girl, that is, our grandmother's family, also moved here to live with the two of them. But they still had dealings with the nomadic people of the steppe, so later, their descendants also merged with the steppe people and settled here. In this way, more and more people grew, and gradually a small village was formed. After the formation of the village, there were other members of the grassland tribe who were attracted to settle here and integrate in, and during this period, even a few shamans were attracted by the reputation of Wujiang's ancestors and settled here. ”

Wu Suomu said, and pointed to the dozen or so shamans dressed in the crowd: "Look, those are shamans. Among them, there are shamans from outside, and there are also shamans with our surname Wu. At that time, the shaman admired the magic of the ancestors of Wujiang and came here, and later, in the process of contact between the two sides, there were also people who admired the secret art of the shaman and joined the shaman. ”

In this way, the descendants of Wujiang can be regarded as a combination with shamans. ”

"Think so. After Wu Suomu finished explaining, the clansmen in the village had almost gathered, and there was a crowd of people opposite them, all shouting from their mouths, wanting to know why Wu Suomu was shouting and shouting them all just now.

Wu Suomu grinned at Wu Yan and nodded, signaling that he was about to officially start. Then he raised the whip in his hand and shook it coldly, and there was a screeching sound of 'pop' in the air.

"Everyone be quiet!" Wu Suomu shouted at the top of his voice, "Don't you have any eyes, and don't look at who this god standing in the air is?!"

Wu Yan muttered in his heart, it was the first time he had been called like this.

"Who, who's this man!" "Anyone out there?" "When did you meet them?"

The crowd was noisy again, and the voices of inquiries came one after another. It's not that they didn't see Wu Yan and the others, and it's not that they didn't see Wu Yan and Tanuki and the two old slaves stepping into the air. It's just that some shamans in the clan can do this kind of thing, so Lu's hand alone is not enough to deter them.

"I'm really blind to your eyes!" Wu Suomu was unceremoniously, and the long whip in his hand waved again, and he seemed to often say this to the clansmen: "This is the master of our Wujiang ancestors! The master of Wujiang ancestors is our master!" mentioned the voice again, and roared in a rough voice: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you hurry up and see you!"

Immediately afterwards, he raised his whip and pointed at the dozen or so shamans in the crowd: "You also want to meet you!

Wu Yan watched all this with some amusement, wanting to see what would happen next.

An old man in the crowd, who was slightly separated from the people in front of him with his hands, shouted to Wu Suomu: "Wu Suomu, you are the strongest warrior in our clan today, and you have always shouldered the heavy responsibility of patrolling and defending the village. We all trust you and respect you. But you can't live up to our trust. The ancestors of Wujiang were people hundreds of years ago, and they were buried in the mountains long ago and turned into earth. How can a person who is his contemporaries still alive!"

"Uncle Wu Liman, you are confused!" Wu Suomu said to the old man: "You don't want to think about it, our Wujiang ancestor has a strange art, how powerful his strength is, and his lifespan is more than a hundred years old. Are you thinking about it, Wujiang ancestors are so powerful, and his master has such a strong strength and such a long lifespan, isn't it normal?"

"No matter how long a person's lifespan is, can they live for three or four hundred years?" Wu Li's face was full of wrinkles, and he shook his head again and again after hearing Wu Suomu's words: "You are confused." ”

"That's right, Wu Suomu, you're confused!" "These people must have deceived you!" Wu Liman's echoing voice rang out in the crowd.

"I'm not confused. Either the master of Wujiang's ancestors is powerful, or I just said that she is a god. Wu Suomu felt that he was not convinced by just saying that, so he shouted at everyone: "I have a way to prove that she is the master of our Wujiang ancestor." He still shouted to the old man named Wu Liman: "Uncle Wu Liman, you are guarding the former residence of Wujiang's ancestors. The portrait hanging in the middle of the house in Wujiang's ancestral house, you must have seen it with your own eyes. Look at the girl in the portrait, whether it is the same person as this little girl. Whether it's true or not, you can see clearly!"

After Wu Jiang settled here, he personally painted a portrait of his master with Danqing and hung it in the house, and when he was alive, he would stare at Wu Yan's portrait for a long time every once in a while, and sometimes kneel down and kowtow. Later, after his death, the former residence was protected by later generations like a palace that protected Wu Yan, and it was still repaired from time to time. Later, one day, a descendant had a whim (probably because he felt that the time was almost up, and the owner of Wujiang's ancestors may also have gone to heaven), moved the portrait of Wu Yan down slightly, and put a small incense burner, according to the habits of the Central Plains people, every fifteenth day of the first month, give incense to the pillar and kowtow. What's even funnier is that this approach has won the unanimous support of the clansmen, and everyone believes that the master of Wujiang's ancestors is the master of their own descendants, and the ancestors of Wujiang kneel and worship, and naturally they also need to kneel and worship.

Someone in the crowd rushed to Wujiang's former residence, took the painting, and delivered it to the old man named Wu Liman.

Each generation has a special person responsible for taking care of the former residence of Wujiang, and this generation is Wu Liman. He had been doing this work since he was an adult, and now most of his life had passed, and he had seen this portrait more often than he could count, and no one knew the person in it better than he did.

I saw this Uncle Wu Liman take the portrait and look at it carefully for a long time, then raised his head again, squinted a pair of old eyes and carefully looked at Wu Yan who was standing in the air.

"Can't you see clearly, come and see!" Wu Suomu shouted, his swaggering personality completely unaware of the disrespect he had made for Wu Yan. Xu Guan, who was riding the same horse with him and curled up in his arms, only frowned slightly and didn't say anything. However, the raccoon dog and the two old slaves who were standing next to Ling Kong were already full of anger, and they were about to attack, but they were stopped by Wu Yan with a gentle wave of his hand, waiting to see what these descendants of Wujiang could do.

"No, no, no. I can see clearly. Wu Liman carefully held the portrait, his eyes scanning back and forth between the portrait and Wu Yan, a real person. After a while, he said, "This is not very like!"

"Wouldn't it?" Wu Suomu was a little dumbfounded.

Wu Yan smiled and bowed his head to Wu Suomu and said, "He's not wrong, it's really not like it." ”

"Huh!?" Wu Suomu was suddenly stunned. Everyone was also in an uproar, the raccoon dog and the old slave did not react, Xu Guan was slightly stunned, and after a little thought, he also figured it out, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly.