Suddenly intercepted, He Manzhou raised his head a little unexpectedly, and better met those sharp eyes.

Men are accustomed to being cold and restrained, like an unpredictable iceberg, habitually hiding themselves in obscurity, and even their thoughts will not be easily guessed by others, and it is rare to show their emotions so directly.

What's more, Bai Yicong has always been extremely tolerant of He Manzhou, even if it is meaningless nonsense, he is willing to listen to the little girl's chatter, and there is a bit of indulgence in his disgust, and he has never been impatient.

But at this moment, his words were too firm, and he directly blocked He Manzhou's words.

This is Bai Yicong's rare lack of leeway, and it can even be called arbitrary.

He Manzhou later recalled that Bai Yi had clearly had a premonition from the abnormality at that time, but he was afraid that she would think too much, so he didn't let her continue to analyze. Or to be more precise, what Bai Yicong thought in his heart at that time was not only to explore the whole crux of the matter, but to give He Manzhou unilateral protection as much as possible, so he was reluctant to say it thoroughly.

"You're just an ordinary person, don't put too much pressure on yourself, if you're curious about the Black Saintess's past and her entanglement with the White Saintess, why don't you listen to me tell you a second story. ”

Facing He Manzhou's slightly puzzled gaze, Bai Yicong behaved quite naturally and quietly diverted the topic.

"What's the second story?" He Manzhou asked.

Bai Yicong's eyes narrowed slightly, and with an inexplicable sigh, he continued.

"The second story is the inheritance of the shrine maiden. ”

It was the first snow since the beginning of winter, and the Bai family's mansion pressed the white snow, and even the dead branches and weeds and rockeries in the courtyard became classical, which seemed to have returned to ancient times overnight, and there was a little more artistic conception of falling snow as a white head.

Grandpa was surprisingly busy during that time, and it was common for him not to see anyone.

Bai Yicong just felt that he had a lot less time with his grandfather at that time, and the specific performance was that the "special training" that was originally a whole afternoon was compressed to a certain period of time before going to bed at night, more than half an hour, less than a few minutes, and it was all accompanied by the silence in the middle of the night, which made it mysterious and mysterious.

Grandpa is more about arranging the things he wants Bai Yicong to learn, at most it is just a few sporadic mentions, as for how much children can understand, it completely depends on Bai Yicong's own ability.

However, for children who have never been very close to their grandfather, these things have never had much impact on Bai Yi, and even because Bai Yixian was too young and ignorant at that time, and he still had a little childlike nature that he couldn't restrain himself, he felt that he was not watched to complete his schoolwork, and was forced to listen to those stories that he didn't know everything, which was a very relaxing thing.

When Bai Yicong grew up and recalled those days, he realized that his grandfather's busyness during that time was largely due to the intensification of the existing problems within the Bai family, which had reached the point of being anxious. Although the precarious situation was once suppressed by the power of the head of the Bai family, as the grandfather grew older, who should pass on the position of the head of the family, and whether the eldest son Bai Yan was suitable to take over the huge burden of the Bai family, were all quite thorny questions.

What's more, the position of the head of the Bai family is not simply entrusted to the authority of the entire family.

If it's just a power struggle within the family, it's obviously much easier to solve. However, the hidden disasters left by the ancestors of the Bai family a hundred years ago have not been dealt with, and what is more prudent than the authority of the Bai family is clearly hidden behind the treasure of the bereaved king and the secret of the witch priestess.

That's what Grandpa had to take seriously.

It was also many years later, when the Bai family went through two major blood changes, and in a crisis, Bai Yicong had to take over the position of head of the family, and he realized in hindsight how important information his grandfather had delivered to him back then. This is a rare fault line within the Bai family, to be more precise, Bai Yan and Bai Yuqiu, the two heads of the family, are unaware of the treasure of the Relic King.

So, when did the entrustment begin?

Perhaps the superfluous care that Bai Yicong regarded as a burden was a certain degree of test by his grandfather, and it was precisely because Bai Yicong passed the test that the old man told Bai Yicong all the most obscure secrets of the Bai family as a special case.

For example, that thunderstormy night.

After half a year of training, Bai Yicong has become very accustomed to saying half to his grandfather, and teaching skills like eating small stoves. But later recalled, that time was different after all, it was one of the few Bai Yicong who listened cautiously to his grandfather's story about the Wu clan.

"Remember the last time I told you about that mysterious country?"

In response to the sudden question, Bai Yicong was slightly stunned. Forced by the majestic impression left by his grandfather for a long time, no matter how ignorant the young Bai Yi, it is impossible to say bluntly that he does not remember. So after a brief hesitation, he just nodded carelessly.

"Remember...... Remember. ”

But in fact, whether Bai Yixian remembers it or not, grandpa is destined to say those words.

Outside the window was a sudden thunderclap, and the white light of lightning illuminated the old man's old face, so that his voice had a sense of vicissitudes.

"That country has always admired sacrificial civilization, and in order to better serve the gods in the hearts of the people, the Black Saintess and the White Saints also came into being. This is the purest and most beautiful bloodline carefully cultivated by the clansmen in order to communicate with the gods, and the two holy women complement each other. It's a pity that they were originally born from the same roots, but in the end, they stood on opposite sides, and they couldn't go the same way. This is like day and night, the yin and yang of all things are destined to exist. ”

Bai Yi was still too young at that time, and he only felt that everything was too profound, and he could hear it in a fog.

"The White Saintess is the purest and most holy of the gods, the most faithful servants of the gods, and only the blood of the White Saints can communicate with the gods. Therefore, the White Holy Maiden has a transcendent status and will accept the most heartfelt offerings from the clansmen. But the god of that kingdom is an evil god, and the evil god needs full life as a burial companion, which is destined to bring about a catastrophe that will turn the world upside down. ”

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and the end of his words was hidden in the thunder, which seemed not real enough.

"The White Holy Maiden is reincarnated once every eighteen years, which is irresistible, a cycle of fate. However, unlike the White Maiden, the Black Maiden is the one who is truly chosen by the gods, and the Black Maiden will only appear when the White Maiden's inheritance is severed, representing destruction and change, and portending an irresistible bloody disaster. But, child, did you know that sometimes destruction itself is a new birth, welcoming the arrival of the gods in the midst of destruction, the death of life in the illusion, and the beginning of what is called eternal life...... The destruction is the beginning, and the beginning is the destruction, so that all the disasters become meaningful, which is why the Black Saintess exists. ”

"What does this mean, is the Black Saint a god?"

The wind blew the window lattice, and Bai Yicong only felt that tonight's story was not a fairy tale, but a bit like a ghost story. And what kind of profound meaning is hidden in these mysterious and mysterious words, even now he does not dare to say that he has fully understood them.

Vaguely, he only remembered his grandfather's low sigh hidden in the wind.

"No, the Black Saint is not a god, but a vessel. ”

........

"Containers?"

He Manzhou listened to these words that were incredible, and only felt a tingling pain in his temples.

"Yes, it's the container. ”

Bai Yicong nodded lightly and continued unhurriedly.

"The Black Saint is a vessel for the gods, so in a way, it's not a gods, it's a gods. ”

The amount of information in this sentence is too great, He Manzhou has not recovered from the confession just now, and many shocks have not been completely digested, so she feels that indescribable trance has swept over again.

It was a bright sun, and the air was so sticky and stuffy that it seemed like the wind had stopped.

"Sister, why do you say that the high priest is so kind to you and so harsh to me...... Isn't it that I didn't deliver the enshrined lotus flowers on time, and it was too trivial to punish me for facing the wall. ”

It was the little princess who spoke who appeared in the illusion that He Manzhou saw more than once.

She has grown up a lot compared to before, looking twelve or thirteen years old, her childish eyebrows are stretched, and she already has a bit of girlish agility and charm.

"Is it a trivial matter to be disrespectful to the gods, and if you are careful in everything, how can you be punished?"

The girl who held Su Lian in her hand now has a bit of an adult appearance, but she looks like she is fifteen or sixteen years old, but she has a bit of a charming demeanor, she wears a thin veil, and the tulle flies with the wind, like a beautiful cloud.

"No, Sister......" The little princess couldn't help muttering, her smart eyes were a little cunning, "I'm still young, my father has already said that I have the right to be willful, not to mention that I am the little princess of Loulan, who dares to say that I am not doing it right?"

But such a low is just for a moment, she bent her eyes and laughed, as if in terms of self-regulation, the little princess has never disappointed, and she is completely self-taught with her sister.

"However, fortunately, with my sister with me, I won't be bored. ”

This time the illusion was particularly short, but it quickly dissipated in a flash, and it was as short as a fragment of memory.

He Manzhou bit the tip of his tongue lightly, reluctantly retracted his senses, and then continued.

"If it's a container, can I understand that the Black Saintess is actually the one who inherits the last will of the gods, and no matter how noble the status of the White Saintess and the Twelve Concubines is, it is nothing more than paving the way for sacrifices, just outright sacrifices, and the so-called gods come into the world is just a process of creating gods...... To put it more simply, it turned the Black Saintess into a god. ”

"Yes, exactly. Bai Yicong nodded slightly, and said unhurriedly, "The third sentence of the ancient ballad, the whisper of the sorcerer, the curse on the verge of strangeness, should correspond to this story." On the verge of strangeness, it may refer to the confrontation between the Wu clan and the ancient kingdom of Loulan, or the war between the Black Saintess and the White Saintess, in short, it hints at some kind of division. ”

"What about the whispers of the sorcerers?"

He Manzhou deeply felt that now she and Bai Yicong were like some kind of decryption game, and the few clues had to be chewed between the lines to get a glimpse of one or two, and they had to analyze extremely carefully in order to understand the secrets of the Wu clan.

It's just that this game is too difficult, and the slightest carelessness will cost you the destruction of the world.

"Maybe it's a hint, for example, the little princess of Loulan is the black witch who brought disaster. ”

This time, He Manzhou did not express her position immediately, and what appeared in her mind was a picture in the illusion.

After the arrival of the evil god who destroyed the world, the horses with heavy armor carved from metal roared, and the people around the little princess fell one by one, and finally she was the only one left. Under the dim canopy, everything seemed so bleak, the little princess's pure white gauze dress was dyed with dazzling blood, she raised her head and looked hopelessly ahead, and her eyes were piercing with despair for a moment.

"No, Bai Yicong..... That little princess Loulan may not be the Black Saintess. ”

"What?"

"She's just a survivor. ”