As Childe walked out of the alley, I realized that we were in a bustling town. The streets were bustling with people, and there were vendors with stalls shouting and selling strange and exquisite things that I had never seen on the streets of Amagi.

I glanced at the clothes of the people on the street, and quietly bit my ears with Childe: "Childe, you see, the clothes they wear are similar to Jiuhuang's, and the style of their hair is also similar, but I have never seen it, have you seen it?"

Childe also glanced around, and then said, "Yes." He paused, and then said, "I'm afraid this is southern Xinjiang." ”

I bit my fingers and thought about it, I felt that the word Nanjiang was a little familiar, but I really couldn't remember where I had heard it, and finally I looked up at Gongzi and decided to ask shamelessly: "Childe, what is Nanjiang?"

Childe glanced at me, then took away the hand I had put in his mouth and bit it, and said in a light tone: "Southern Xinjiang is not a thing, it is the name of a country. ”

After speaking, I was afraid that I would not understand, and explained: "Southern Xinjiang is located in the hot and humid northwest, with many poisonous insects and miasma, and ordinary people will not easily enter the forest here if there is no person who is familiar with the terrain to lead the way." ”

"And because there are many poisonous insects and other things here, the people of southern Xinjiang are very good at raising Gu. Most of the Gu they raised were aggressive and highly poisonous, but there were also gentle Gu among them. ”

I looked at him stunned: "How did you raise Gu?"

Childe put my hand in his sleeve and led me as he walked and said slowly: "Put together highly poisonous things such as snakes, spiders, centipedes, toads, etc., and then feed them Gu medicine, let them fight each other, and those who survive in the end will become Gu kings." After the Gu is formed, feed your blood again, and it will listen to you. ”

I imagined the process for a moment, pursed my lips and said with a look of disgust: "It's disgusting." ”

Childe tilted his head slightly, his sideburns were stained with a little fine snow, he looked at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows were picturesque: "Well, it's really disgusting." ”

Childe took me around the street for a long time, until the snow stopped, and then I turned into a seemingly large restaurant.

When the second child in the store saw us coming in, he greeted us and said very enthusiastically: "Are the two guest officers sharpening or staying in the hotel?"

Childe's voice instructed lightly: "Give us a pot of wine first, and we want a good daughter to be red." The rest......" he paused, as if thinking about something, "and you can see the rest done." Finally, he added, "Also, find us a quiet place, preferably by the window." ”

"Okay!" Xiao Er replied, leading us to a private seat by the window, and then said, "Please wait!" and ran away.

I looked at Xiao Er's figure running away, and then looked at Childe: "Childe, how do you know I'm hungry?"

Childe smiled softly, let go of my hand, brushed his sleeve and sat down, looked at me and asked, "I just know." After speaking, he paused, "What are you going to do after eating?"

My right hand was slightly cool because of the sudden release of Childe, I withdrew my hand and rubbed it, then sat down opposite him, knocked on the table and said, "Of course I'm going to find Jiuhuang." ”

Childe raised an eyebrow: "Do you know where she is?"

I knocked my hand on the table: "I don't know this yet." ”

While he was talking, Xiao Er had already brought the wine and food. As soon as I saw it, my appetite increased, and I picked up the chopsticks and started eating, and Childe seemed to be unable to bear to look at my eating appearance, so don't look out the window.

Xiao Er did choose a good location for us, looking down from here, the view is wide, unobstructed, the only shortcoming, is that the window is a little cold.

In the distance, a group of people dressed in white seemed to be approaching, followed by a cacophony of shouts. I stretched my neck to look out the window with a chicken leg in my mouth, and said vaguely, "Childe, look, what is that for?"

However, before the son could answer, the little second who served the food said quickly: "Looking at the costumes of the two, it seems that they are not locals, they are from other places, right?"

After hearing this, Childe raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal.

Xiao Er smiled when he saw "hehe", pointed out the window and said, "No wonder the two of you don't know, this is our unique ritual of worshipping the heavens in southern Xinjiang." Two days before the festival, the saint would take the disciples of the shrine three times around the street to dispel the unclean things. ”

I threw away a chicken bone, licked my mouth, and looked at the greasy hands very tangled, but I still didn't forget to ask my question: "By the way, what is the holy woman?"

As soon as the words fell, a neatly folded handkerchief was handed over by a slender hand, and the son squinted at me: "Wipe it." ”

I looked at the white handkerchief he handed me in a daze, the handkerchief was clean and clean, and there was an emerald green bamboo embroidered in the lower right corner, which looked very beautiful.

I came back to my senses, took it with a grin, and rubbed it on my mouth unceremoniously, and the white handkerchief was immediately stained with oil.

Childe saw my movements and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

Xiao Er finished serving the wine and food, looked outside, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Girl, don't say these disrespectful words." This saintess of ours can raise the best Gu in the world!"

Xiao Er went down after serving the food, and I had just eaten a little, so I supported my chin and knocked on the table without a match, stretched my neck and looked at the white team in the distance outside the window and slowly approached.

Childe took a glass of red wine filled with his daughter and gently swayed, and the crisp aroma of wine came out, Childe took a sip slightly, and commented: "Although the amount of materials is well grasped, the vintage is a little insufficient, although the taste is not much different when drinking, but it loses the mellow feeling that has passed through the years." ”

After hearing this, I pouted: "Childe, this is an occupational disease, and it must be treated." After saying that, he stopped looking at him, got up and ran to the window, and pulled the edge of the window to look down.

The white-clad team had already walked downstairs. I counted, no more, no less, exactly thirty people in white, a team of men and a team of women, all seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing the same style of white clothes, wearing a hollow half of the silver face, holding wormwood and other things in their hands, two in a row walked very neatly.

Looking ahead, I saw a woman in her twenty-eighth year old, wearing a red dress like fire, walking at the front of the line.

She wore a fiery red sacrificial garment, and the clothes were layered on top of each other, and the red-gold thread embroidered a simple and intricate pattern on the placket of the garment, which looked ancient and mysterious.

The silver crown she wore on her head was stained with fine snow, and the silver tin between her eyebrows swayed gently with her movements, and the long silver chain hanging from the silver crown was adorned with several delicate silver bells, which were mixed in the long hair with fine braids, which looked particularly beautiful.

Looking down further, a light red gauze covered her face with a nose, lining her skin like congealed cream. She looked around curiously, but she had to restrain herself from making any other movements, so her eyes were particularly playful and bright.

I looked stunned, and then turned my head to look at Childe with a strange expression: "Childe, come here." ”

Childe paused, put down the wine glass according to the words, stood up and walked towards me: "What's wrong?"

I pointed to the red dress outside the window: "Childe, look, that person doesn't look like a nine phoenix?"

Childe leaned over and looked in the direction I was pointing, and then nodded, "It's a little similar." He turned to look at me, "Shall we go up very much?"

I nodded firmly: "Of course!"

Seeing that I was so resolute, Childe threw some silver on the table, and then dragged me out.

I obediently followed behind Childe, and when I inadvertently raised my eyes, I saw a black figure standing by another window not far from us.

It was a very cold man, he was half-leaning against the window, holding a wine in his right hand, his narrow eyes were slightly lowered, and his gaze fell on the red figure walking in front of the group.

I frowned suspiciously, but I didn't think too much about it, turned my head and followed my son out of the restaurant.

This book is derived from the king of books