On the grassland, the sun will set in the west, and the afterglow will spread all over the sky.

A flock of sheep fled in the twilight landscape, as if to avoid predators, but unlike the usual wild sheep that fled for their lives, they gathered tightly together, surging in the same direction, as if they had a clear destination as their safe haven.

"Whoa!" the shrill howl accompanied the neighing of the horses, and it was two hunters who followed the fleeing flock, their sturdy upper bodies naked, and every pore of hair exuding a bone-piercing roughness. But looking at that posture, it is by no means the appearance of a simple sheep herder.

The two fast horses caught up with the sheep in an instant, the rider was full of tacit understanding, did not communicate, the two raised their hands together, each had an object flying out of their hands, stretched out in mid-air, it was originally two sheepskin paintings, only at the moment when the picture scroll floated in the air, the sunset was falling on its back, and the front picture was seen reflected in the flock, enveloping the sheep.

The picture was only a few simple strokes of red paint, but it seemed to have a magical power, creating a momentary purgatory scene on top of the sheep, making the sheep feel like they were burning on fire, and they could not move a single step. The rider then reined in his horse, first picked up his sheepskin scroll, and then looked at the flock that had been stopped, and the younger one suddenly cried out, "Hey, come out!" and without reply, he picked up a stone under his feet and threw it into the flock with all his might, but there was a human wail.

"Oops!" a small figure stood up from the flock, his hands clutching over his head, blood oozing from his fingers running through his twisted features. The man was very thin in all his limbs, hands and feet, but his head and belly were astonishingly large, and as soon as he saw him, the young rider knew his identity, the lowest of hard labor, the most worthless slave. Two more similar-looking men appeared in the flock, both of whom were tied with ropes, presumably to be used to move around the sheep.

The older rider said, "These must be the men of the Wind-Raising Clan, who are not good at managing the pastures, and their jurisdiction is almost barren, so they have driven the sheep to our pastures. ”

The young rider sneered, "What? Did all their normal people tell us to kill them all? So many sheep were entrusted to a few slaves!"

"Big brother?"

There was a call behind him, and the young rider followed the voice, and saw a young man walking slowly, who was only in his early tens, but there was no innocence in his eyes, as if there was a deep worry pressing on his shoulders, although he was wearing an unusual fur coat, but his rickety body only made his momentum seem as inferior to that of the laborers, and there was no pride of the powerful at all.

"You ...... What are you doing here?" asked the boy weakly.

When the older rider saw the boy, he called out, "Little witch." ”

The young man nodded in response, "Master Joan." ”

"How did you get here?" the young rider asked the young rider again, as if he had forgotten what the little witch had just asked.

"There is a banquet in the clan in the evening, and I want to welcome the two of you with ......," said the little witch.

The young rider pondered for a moment, "Hmm...... The second child went to crusade against the Thin Bear Clan a few days ago, and it was time for him to return triumphantly!" he said, looking at the little witch with a smile.

Xiao Wuzi lowered his head in frustration, but he couldn't convey this most important information, but his brother came up with it himself, which made him have to blame himself a little. When the young rider saw him like this, he diverted the conversation and said, "When the two of us went out hunting, we saw this flock of sheep in the pasture almost empty-handed. ”

As soon as the young rider finished speaking, he suddenly saw the little witch suddenly come forward and push him aside, and the little witch suddenly showed a fierce light, even if this momentum was not aimed at him, it still made his heart tighten.

When the young rider came back to his senses, he saw a strong man who had been clubbed behind him at some point, and a hammer in his hand had been raised, and he was about to swing it, but Master Joan, who had arrived, grabbed his wrist and did not let the hammer fall, and the strong man himself had a short stone blade stuck in his neck, and the man's eyes widened, and blood continued to gush from his mouth and nose. Seeing this, the young rider withdrew his hand on the scimitar at his waist with peace of mind.

The little witch slowly stepped back, looking at the blood-stained hands with a look of horror, not because he was afraid of "killing", but because he was afraid of the hammer raised by the strong man, if it wasn't for Master Qiong's action to restrain it, he didn't think his small body could withstand even a moment.

"Master Joan, thank you for saving your life!" the little witch said.

Master Qiong squinted, but instead kowtowed to the young rider and said, "My subordinates are clumsy and derelict in their duties, please condemn the great witch!"

I saw the great witch walk forward with a smile, staring at the assassin tightly, thinking that the somewhat familiar body in sheep's clothing had deceived himself and his most powerful men, he stretched out his hand and put it on the assassin's head, oppressed him to kneel on the ground, and said: "This is the great witch of the thin bear, I had a relationship with him when I was a teenager, when the thin bear was in the sky, this person is also unavoidable, but he never imagined that he would ruin the country and the family, and he would be a despicable assassin, a failed assassin who died at the hands of my younger brother!"

The assassin gritted his teeth, his angry body trembling violently, but the unstoppable flow of blood and Master Joan behind him did not give him a chance to resist. Master Joan finally snapped his fingers and snatched the hammer, which also cut off the last of the Assassin's faith and motivation, and he had stopped his struggle while the blood was still not exhausted.

"The only meaning you pass on to the Hereafter is to open the way to my brother's glory!" continued the Great Witch, the hand that was holding the Assassin's head as if he could hear his words without letting the dead rest in peace.

The little witch walked up slowly, staring at the Assassin's rolled eyes. The Great Witch removed the short stone blade from the Assassin's neck, which was not a unique and unique object, but it could no longer be regarded as a child's toy when used on a person's fragile neck. He handed the stone blade back to the little witch, and said with a smile: "You fell from a horse when you were young, I thought that you had nothing to do with killing and attacking since then, and it was best to be a person like an old man who watched the stars on the altar, and today I can see your brother, the vigilance of the jackal, the courage of the wild boar, I expect that you were silent and gloomy in the past, and you will be able to work with my brothers and sisters in the future to shock the enemy chiefs and rebels!"

"I think that the eldest brother despises Xiang Xingsuo the most, but I didn't expect the eldest brother to treat it like this......" The little witch whispered softly, twisting and taking back the short stone blade.

The Great Witch laughed awkwardly twice, and then said, "Master Qiong, I am tired of you and my brother cleaning up here. I'll go back and see another brother!" and rode away.

Master Joan ordered several slaves to drag the corpse away, and he led the horses and the sheep in front. The little witch silently wiped his stone blade, followed the rear, and from time to time looked at the first person who died in his hands, and suddenly found that he was so similar to his eldest brother, the same strength, the same status, when faced with the same situation, the eldest brother who fell with hatred, I am afraid that there will not be too much difference from the corpse that was being dragged by several slaves.

"Heh!" the little witch shook his head with a smile, not knowing what he had just thought.

......

Looking at the temple that became lively at some point, Qi Wuwei had to pick up a broom on the side and wait for the crowd to disperse and do something to sprinkle.

"Eh, Brother Zheng!" suddenly a man with a loud voice came and shouted into the crowd. Another sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked incense man walked out, ran straight to his side and said, "Oh! Brother Liu Xian, I didn't expect that we would meet again in Master Hu's temple. Your family is doing well now, what are your plans for the future?"

The man surnamed Liu said with a smile: "The younger brother has a solid family background, and Rao is this turmoil is very widespread, and it will not be too embarrassing." This time, when he came back to worship his ancestral grave, he was going to move to a foreign country to settle down. I heard that Master Hu was honored in the immortal class, and built a temple here to collect incense, although I have never seen the honor, but I often hear my father and grandparents appreciate his kindness, so I specially came here to worship some hearts. ”

"Alas, the virtuous brother has a good life, but the foolish brother is sad and embarrassed!" the man surnamed Zheng sighed.

"Oh?" the man surnamed Liu said in surprise: "Brother Zheng has done good deeds for half his life. He has a wide range of contacts and extends in all directions! He is not far behind the old man Hu enshrined in this temple, how can there be anything that can stump you?"

"Me...... There are two younger brothers who serve under Lord Luo in Pirong City, and when the evil disaster comes, they are following Lord Luo to lead the people to avoid chaos. There are countless refugees who have been displaced, but who would have expected that only Lord Luo was hit by the demon army. As a result, Lord Luo has not been heard from since, and my two younger brothers have also fallen apart with the sergeants, and have not returned with the flow of refugees!"

"How can this be?" The man surnamed Liu frowned, and Qi Wuwei, who was eavesdropping on the side, also fell into deep thought, he already knew that Luo Jingming was in the hands of the Sifang monarch and his wife, that person slaughtered the Shengping royal family, but was retaliated against by the remnants of the royal blood, the queen of the Quartet countries, his bad end was not an important thing, but there may be a certain force behind him, but it must be related to the hegemony of the entire Shengping, and it must be opposed to the interests of the Quartet, will it be a powerful external threat or a domestic undercurrent? There are also the Dragon Worship Sect and the Lingliu Clan who are eyeing each other in the corner, what kind of actions are they going to take this opportunity to? I hid here, I was supposed to steal a moment of leisure, but now it seems that the truth is:

"Don't be idle for a moment!"

Sighing in his heart, Qi Wuwei fidgeted, he picked up the basin and was about to sprinkle and clean it, and the water raised by the scalp splashed more on the body of the incense guest, and he said what "clean" and "full" words came in his mouth, but it made all the incense guests cry and laugh.

Just because this group of incense guests understands that a temple, no matter which gods are enshrined, as long as it has many believers and strong incense, then the prosperity will not be too different;

The incense burner laughed and scolded, he was almost gone, and Qi Wuwei was still sweeping vigorously on the soaked ground, as if he was wrestling with someone.

Suddenly, a square piece of white paper fell to the ground, and Qi Wuwei, who was wandering on the ground, swept it, and the white paper fell just right, just not wet, and Qi Wuwei's next action of waving the broom was just about to sweep the stagnant water to the place where the white paper fell.

"Brother, can you pick up this piece of paper for me?" A childish word came into his ears, Qi Wuwei stopped and looked, only to see a little girl standing in front, pointing to the white paper on the ground. The girl was so well-behaved and lovely that it was difficult to refuse her request, and a turban covered her hair, adding a touch of mystery.

"Don't mess around, little girl...... Hurry up, hurry up!" Qi Wuwei didn't want to entangle, so he grimaced and ignored the little girl's request. I saw that the girl suddenly stepped forward, stretched out a palm and fanned it, but hit Qi Wuwei's broom, and knocked the broom away, she picked up the blank paper, and handed it to Qi Wuwei without saying a word. Qi Wuwei took the white paper in a daze and looked at it, it was just a portrait, no different from the little girl in front of him.

"This ...... Which one is singing?" Qi Wuwei was inexplicably wonderful, and the girl had the same look after taking back the blank paper and reading it. Qi Wuwei was in place, only to see the girl walking with a white paper, blocking the way of a young incense artist, and then the old trick was repeated, so that the young man picked up the white paper, and then took back the white paper, walked back quietly, and then showed the white paper to Qi Wuwei, but the picture on it had become a slim young woman, and the woman's outfit was exactly the same as the girl, especially the mysterious turban.

Qi Wuwei was taken aback, he already had a terrible thought in his heart, but he still had doubts. At this time, I saw the girl walk out again, and then concocted the same way, this time it was an old man who picked up the white paper, and when she showed Qi Wuwei the picture again, the turban was covered, and it was pale hair, and an old woman appeared on the white paper, replacing the previous girl and woman.

At this point, Qi Wuwei already understood that the girl in front of him was a master of illusion, and she could do whatever she could, which could make different people look at her differently. When people see what "she" looks like, and when they pick up the blank paper that has been used with secret magic, what kind of pictures do they have?

"Who are you, why did you come to me?" Qi Wuwei asked softly, his behavior with this "girl" was too weird, and he was afraid that he had already aroused the suspicion of some not simple incense customers.

The girl's demeanor was unrestrained, and she said with a smile: "The Lingliu Clan, full of gods, has come to assist the great cause of the clan!"

She spoke so loudly that Qi Wuwei wanted to rush up and plug her mouth, just thinking that this girl was either a girl or an old woman in the eyes of others, and it was an indescribable weird feeling when he deduced that scene in his heart. And he still couldn't help but be suspicious, because of his physique, if it was the same bloodline, he would definitely be able to sense it, and he could see the person in front of him, but his spiritual bloodline did not react.

The confrontation was until the temple was empty, Qi Wuwei coldly slapped his palm, pointing directly at the face of the full god, this is the easiest way to verify the identity of the full god at this moment.

Only Qi Wu understands for himself that he needs to go through several prayers and inquiries in his heart to evoke that strange power, and only he himself understands how decisive it will be to make a palm infused with great faith, and if this palm wants to be withdrawn, it will either break him to pieces, or it will have to be driven by stronger faith.

The killing intent is agitated, and the palm wind is like a flood. This palm, Qi Wuwei is not fast, even a person who does not know martial arts can easily dodge, but he stood in place, his expression was as relaxed as before, and he did not dodge at all.

Qi Wuwei can't imagine how he has been teasing the name of his adoptive parents "Qi Min", but here he has compassion for a mysterious life that troubles him a lot. With a slap of talent, Qi Wuwei could almost feel that there was a stronger force in his heart to quickly withdraw the palm power, and even his own strength on the surface was not left, so that this slap hit Manshen's face, and the "slap" was not counted, but it was like the caress of the elders.

"How's it going?

Qi Wuwei's tiger body was shocked, he withdrew his hand tremblingly, and slapped himself in the face, this "snap", just like the crisp sound of broken bones in Fengyu Mountain at that time, was a complete failure.

......

A giant tripod with three whole sheep boiling stood on a majestic platform, and several young men and women stepped on something like scaffolding next to them, using bamboo poles longer than their height to add various fruits, vegetables and condiments to the tripod.

In the blink of an eye, it was already night, and the lights were immediately bright, and as soon as the cooks gave the order, several waiters came with bowl-like vessels, and several cooks each took the bowl, filled it with broth, and handed it back to the waiter. The waiters lined up and gave the broth to a group of old men gathered not far away, who sat up and feasted on it, with the occasional drop of water leaking from the corners of their mouths and falling onto their knotted beards.

The big witch on the side looked at these Xiangxingsuo who could enjoy the delicacies in front of all the people, and his face was full of disdain. Suddenly, the same bowl of broth passed from behind him.

"No need, stay at the banquet and use it!" said the Great Witch coldly.

"When the banquet is a time to drink wine, how can I have time to eat?"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and the Great Witch turned around suddenly, but he couldn't be more familiar with the smiling face that brought the broth......

"Father......" Da Wuzi took the broth in surprise, his father, known as "Da Wu", is the ruler of the entire clan, Da Wu manages all kinds of things in the clan, from sacrificing to the ancestors of heaven and earth, attacking thieves and chieftains, down to farming, medicine and history, all of which are in his hands.

Lots of laborers were working under the altar on which the Great Witch stood, and they were making this majestic altar even more majestic, and they had to do so every time a new flag was added to the pile of flags planted on the side of the altar, and the blood-stained banners were a symbol of the enemy that had been conquered or destroyed.

The Great Witch stood on the high platform, his stomach growling with hunger, but he did not accept the broth from his son or the other attendants, as if he were waiting for something, something that would allow him to expand the altar, something worth the day and night of the labor.

Suddenly, outside the lights, a big man with a banner rushed into the tribe, and he flew off his horse and shouted, "Father, I will sweep away the bear for you!"

The Great Witch jumped from the high platform of the altar, and the two laborers who pushed the stone could not dodge, so they were trampled under the feet of the Great Witch, and died with a whimper. The Great Witch didn't care, and rushed straight towards the big man.

"My son...... It can be done!" Da Wu took the flag of the thin bear and said to the second witch with a pant.

Although the big witch on the side had a gloomy face, he also walked down the side stairs to greet his younger brother.

"It's good that you know how to hurry back, otherwise you will die as a father in a hurry!" said the Great Witch.

After the two witches were excited, their faces were solemn, as if they had something on their minds. When the big witch saw him like this, he immediately said: "The second brother is worried about the big witch of the thin bear? He came to harm me in sheep's clothing today, but our little brother took his life with a knife, this is no longer a concern!" But the second witch still seemed to have an unspeakable secret, he sighed and said: "Alas! I can't tell, when the others come back, you will naturally understand!"

Da Wu's face changed, and he already had an ominous premonition, he threw the flag to others, and ordered in a cold voice: "The banquet is as usual!"

The work on the altar has been completed for the time being, and the laborers have been arranged to stay with the livestock, so as not to disturb the Yaxing of the people's feast. The Dawu family did not smile, but it did not affect the cheerful atmosphere of the folk music and dancing, singing and toasting.

At this moment, a little movement outside the tribe made the Great Witch put down the wine glass in his hand, and he shouted loudly, "Who is outside?"

The "movement" slowly walked into the light, it was a group of cavalry, each with a head strung on their spears. The Great Witch recognized this team of cavalry, this is the team brought out by the two witches, hundreds of people, hundreds of horses, is the most elite combat power of the clan, but even the people and horses are now actually lifeless. Dawu understands that although war is not an easy matter, the side that has won and has not paid much price should never be like this, what happened to him, even his own son was affected.

"Is there anything good?"

"Show me!"

"Let me come first!"

The clamor of the children interrupted the Great Witch's thoughts, and eased the tension in the tribe, as they flocked to the returning cavalry from all directions, demanding the spoils of war from the latter.

The Great Witch frowned and asked the Second Witch, "My son has gained anything else from this battle?"

The second witch said meaningfully: "Bo Xiong...... Nothing was left, not even a grain of rice, a piece of cloth...... Nothing. ”

The Great Witch said: "It is not for nothing that a clan like Bo Xiong fought to the end, but their people still want to become our slaves?"

The second witch shook his head, "Most of the people of Bo Xiong have been seriously ill, and I have searched the whole clan, but only one person can be brought back. After saying that, he motioned to his men and brought a woman up. The Great Witch knew that his son's abnormal reaction so far was probably due to this, so he looked at the woman carefully.

For the Great Witch, this woman can be regarded as quite strange, just by looking at her appearance, you can know that she is not any member of the Great Witch knows. And her skin is as white as rice milk, and her limbs are as slender as wicker, even if she knows people and people, and can make the division of labor of the whole clan clear, she can't figure out what such a woman does.

"Great Witch, look at this woman's fine skin and tender flesh, why don't you fill my teeth for me!" At the feast, a black-faced reckless man said loudly. Another short man looked at him and said, "Be careful of you! I'm afraid that her skin and flesh are mixed with poison!" The black-faced reckless man was suddenly too frightened to speak.

Da Wu and the woman glanced at each other, immediately left their seats, and paced in the middle: "It is said in the history books: In the direction of sunrise, cross a big river, cross three high mountains, and you can reach an outer land. The people of the foreign lands are different in appearance and habits from the tribes of our land. Foreigner girl, listen to me, have you crossed three high mountains and crossed a big river?"

The woman knew that the witch was asking her questions, so she replied, but no one in the audience could understand what she said.

"Hey...... Hahahaha......" After a moment of silence, a bald man laughed and said, "She's a foreigner, how can she understand what we're saying!"

"Wu'er. The Great Witch asked Xiang Er Wuzi, "What did you see at that time, and how did this foreign woman be treated by Bo Xiong?"

The second witch replied: "It is a guest, she comes and goes freely, and there is a house where she lives alone." ”

"This is strange!" the black-faced reckless man said, "As the second witch just said, the thin bear has no food, and all the people of the clan are sick, but everyone looks at this woman, does she look like she is half hungry and sick?

"Great witch!" said the short man, "this woman has too many strange things, and she really shouldn't be entangled with it! ”

The Great Witch nodded, and said to the woman: "It is the will of heaven that the thin bear is destroyed, they have a favor to you, we can also treat the girl kindly, or let the girl return to her hometown, or a horse to help the girl to break through, but according to the king's will, do not add to the sorrow!"

Unexpectedly, the woman actually sat down on the spot with a smile, as if she wanted to stay here and not go anywhere.

The short man frowned and asked, "Great Witch...... Kill?"

The big witch's face turned pale, and he angrily rebuked the woman: "You thing that has brought disaster to the country and the people! You think you are superior to others, and you are superior to others, and you ignore my kind words and persuasions! This will make you rot and die in filth, come on, send this woman to the filth pit!"