Wu Yan and the young woman in the painting are indeed not the same, and they are not the same person. Because not long ago, her original body had reached its limit and could no longer be used, so she took away the body of a young girl who died early. This easy change of body made Xu Guan unable to recognize her for the first time after waking up a few months ago, but it felt that her eyes were so familiar.

Wu Suomu raised his head, looked at Wu Yan who was smiling and groaning in confusion, and then turned his head to look at the painting in Wu Liman's hand. He thought for a while, then suddenly let out a sigh of enlightenment, and then roared again: "I know! It must have been the original Wujiang ancestor who didn't draw it! ”

"Wu Suomu, you are talking nonsense again, what kind of characters are our ancestors in Wujiang, how can they not even paint people? You are going to turn against you!" Wu Liman scolded.

"Where do I want to rebel! I worship our Wujiang ancestors the most!" Wu Suomu blushed and argued, and said: "Compared with us, of course Wujiang ancestors can't be wrong. But compared to his master, he must have made a mistake!" He held the whip in his hand and pointed to Wu Yan standing next to his horse's head: "This is the master of the Wujiang Ancestor! It's not that the Wujiang Ancestor made a mistake, is it possible that she is wrong?"

He was in a hurry to argue, his voice unconsciously raised an octave, and his voice was extremely rough, so that Xu Guan, who was sitting on the horse in front of him, felt that his ears were about to be deafened.

Wu Liman glared at Wu Suomu angrily, and said the words like a little fan of Wujiang: "I don't care what's going on. Anyway, Wujiang ancestors will definitely not be wrong!"

"Alright, don't argue. Wu Yan said lightly: "The face of the person on the portrait is indeed not my current appearance, and it is very difficult to explain this matter to you." In short, this seat is indeed the master of Wujiang four hundred years ago. ”

After hearing this, Wu Suomu immediately believed it unconditionally, and shouted at Wu Liman: "Look at it, everyone said so themselves." ”

"you!" Wu Liman suddenly burst out in a foul mouth: "I have guarded the former residence of Wujiang ancestors all my life, and I have seen this painting countless times, and there is no one in the living who is more familiar with the portrait than me." If I say it's not a person, then it's not a person. She also admits that it's not like it, and you still speak for her, are you stupid?"

"She is the master of Wujiang's ancestors, of course I have to believe her. Not only do I believe it, but everyone has to believe it. She is really the master of Wujiang's ancestors. Wu Suomu hurriedly argued.

Wu Yan raised his wrist slightly, stopping their quarrel, and then said, "I have a way to prove that I am the master of your Wujiang ancestors. Hearing this, everyone looked at Wu Yan with inquiring eyes, including Xu Guan and her three servants.

I only heard Wu Yan continue: "You make a fire and come out. ”

"Do you hear that? Hurry up and get firewood to make a fire." Wu Suomu said urgently.

His prestige is still very good, even though everyone doesn't believe that the little girl standing in the void is the master of Wujiang's ancestors four hundred years ago, but there are still a few young people who turned around and ran to pick up firewood after hearing Wu Suomu's shout.

A few young people were quick with their hands and feet, and after a short time, they brought over a pile of firewood and lit it on the spot. It was also getting a little dark, and everyone gathered around the campfire, and the red light of the fire was faintly reflected on their faces.

Wu Yan fell down lightly and stood by the bonfire surrounded by everyone. A young girl stood next to a burning bonfire, the tongue of fire dancing in a mess, and the red light reflected the girl's pretty face.

This picture seems to have appeared in everyone's memory.

"Legend has it that the owner of the ancestors of Wujiang fought with the most powerful shaman on the grassland at that time in front of the fire. Suddenly such a voice sounded in the crowd of onlookers.

The raccoon dog and the two old slaves also followed their master and fell down, standing on the left and right.

"I remembered that there used to be such a legend. The old shaman used the power of the shaman to catalyze the flames into the shape of a steppe wolf and an eagle, and the master of the ancestors of Wujiang used another magical power to catalyze the flames into a few lotus flowers and a few branches. ”

"Yes, we all remember. Someone else spoke: "The result of the fight is that the branches tear apart the steppe wolf, and the lotus devours the eagle." ”

"Is the legend true?" "Wasn't even the strongest old shaman her opponent?" The dozen or so shamans in the crowd couldn't believe the truth of this legend, they chose to become shamans because they worshiped the power of shamans, so it was difficult for them to accept the defeat of the strongest shaman.

Wu Yan ignored the other people's noisy words, just stood in front of the bonfire that was burning more and more, stretched out two hands, and used the same technique that had been used four hundred years ago.

The flame also changed into a different appearance as the technique in her hand changed, first a red lotus flower stretched out from the flame, and then a few branches appeared.

On the other side, there was no old shaman, and the lotus and the branches were no longer the two opponents of the steppe wolf and the eagle, but they were manipulated, repeating the gesture they had done four hundred years ago - the vines wound forward, as if they had caught something in the air, and then the lotus flower suddenly bloomed and pounced forward, as if eating something into its mouth.

After all this was over, Wu Yan let go of the spell in his hand, and everything was back to normal, no vines, no lotus flowers, only a bonfire burned as usual.

After Wu Yan did this, he looked around at everyone and saw that all of them were looking at him with an incredible look. She smiled slightly, and locked her eyes on Wu Liman's face, who was holding the portrait in her hand. "I am indeed the master of your Wujiang ancestors. ”

"Haha, I'll just say it!" Wu Suomu laughed, and Xu Guan's ears hurt again. "The legend is true, only the master of Wujiang's ancestors can be so strong that even the strongest shaman in the grassland at that time will lose to her. ”

At this moment, everyone was boiling, and their mouths shouted for joy to the master, welcome the master back, we have been ordered to wait here for four hundred years, and so on, and fell to their knees in pieces, and even the dozen or so shamans bowed their heads and bowed down with the crowd.

Wu Liman knelt on the ground, holding the painting in his hand, and dared to raise his head and ask Wu Yan: "Then, master, why are you different from the painting?"

"Because this seat has a new pair of skins. Wu Yan replied to him.

"Skin?" Wu Liman repeated the unfamiliar words in a puzzled tone.

"It's the body. A shaman who bowed down not far away explained to him: "In some religious cultures, the body is not oneself, but only a carrier, and only the soul of the person itself. So in their theory, as long as the soul remains the same, no matter how many bodies have been replaced, it does not prevent her from remaining her essence. ”

"But that's just theoretical. I didn't expect it to be real. Another shaman spoke.

"Once you do that, you can say that you have gained eternal life. A look of reverence welled up on the shamans' faces.

At this time, Wu Suomu was even more proud, as if Wu Yan was worshiped by all the clansmen, and he himself was also stained, he sat on the horse, overlooking the clansmen: "I'll just say, the master of Wujiang's ancestors is a god." Then he was afraid that everyone would have a bad memory, so he repeated what he had already said: "The ancestors of Wujiang are so powerful, and his master must be even more powerful." From this point of view, no one can be more powerful than the ancestors of Wujiang, so the master who is more powerful than him must be a god. ”

"Alright. That's all for the superfluous. Wu Yan waved his hand. "Arrange a place for us to live as soon as possible." She turned back to Wu Suomu and said, "On your horse, the person in your arms is very weak, quickly find some food for him, and then let him recuperate." ”

"Yes, yes. Wu Suomu nodded again and again, without any objection.

Under his arrangement, everyone quickly got busy.

Entrusted by the ancestors of Wujiang, after several generations of inheritance, through more than 400 years of time, these descendants of Wu surnames finally waited for what they were waiting for, the legendary master.

This is a big thing, and everyone has come to welcome the arrival of Wu Yan and his party with the highest specifications, the most enthusiastic attitude, and the most attentive arrangements.

During this period, there were even a number of elderly clansmen, looking at the direction of Wujiang's grave on the halfway of a certain mountain, excitedly crying, and muttering something in their mouths, as if they were telling their ancestors that he would be at ease in the spirit of heaven, and his descendants finally lived up to the entrustment of their ancestors and gloriously completed the task of guarding this feng shui treasure and waiting for the return of the master. That posture is quite a bit of a family sacrifice that does not forget to tell Na Weng.