At this time, Qianjun's eyes only wandered around the person who greeted him. He seemed to have a special interest in the folklore of these deserted places, from the silver headband worn by the leader of the witch people, down to the shining copper bell on the ankle of the bride woman, he originally pretended to be as solemn as Wang Lie, but at this time he couldn't help but bring a smile to the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, as Wang Lie said, the girl of Yunzhou Wumin is by no means as shy as the woman of the Eastern Continent. The two married girls are rare and enchanting, with a complexion like honey, wearing a pale yellow shoulder skirt, but their slender and charming figures can't be hidden. They were barefoot, treading in muddy water, with small copper bells like peas tied to their ankles. Qianjun took advantage of the opportunity to look at the copper bell a few times, and as soon as Fang raised his eyes, he touched the gaze of one of the big-eyed girls.

It seemed that she liked this kind of gentle man from another country, and the girl did not shy away from looking at Qianjun for a moment, and actually kicked her naked calf lightly, making the small bell on her ankle jingle, as if to lure him to see it clearly.

Although the calf was stained with a little mud, it was straight and slender, and the skin was so delicate that it made people's hearts ripple, full of the vitality and spirit of a cardamom girl. Wang Lie saw it in his eyes, and secretly grabbed Qianjun fiercely. Qianjun didn't dare to speak in pain, and pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, just a few glances came and went, and the girl blinked her big eyes, revealing an almost provocative flattery. Qianjun was still smiling, and the strange thing was that his smile did not change in the slightest from beginning to end. One moment it makes people think that he is smiling innocently, and the other moment it feels like his smile is just a mask on his face.

The girl seemed to notice that her eyes did not move the foreign young man, and there was a faint look of resentment in her eyes. The bare foot wrapped around the footbell stepped hatefully in the muddy water, and her eyes rolled, and she gently pulled the bride's long veil with her fingers mischievously.

None of the men of the witches noticed the movements of the maiden who was married, as if it were just a gust of wind that lifted the veil and exposed an unforgettable face to the eyes of the mortal world, only for a short moment. Wang Lie felt a little dizzy for a while, and his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds. He goes in and out of the Qinglou, but he is not a greedy and lustful person. He couldn't tell why he had the urge to kneel down and worship when he saw this face, and he came back to his senses by biting the pain on the tip of his tongue. The bride noticed the movements of the girl next to her, and her almost transparent hand slightly pulled the woman's arm back and gently pulled the veil back.

When Wang Lie looked over again, he couldn't see the other party's face. He listened absentmindedly to the gossip of the Witch chieftain, trying to remember the look of his face, but his mind was empty, and he couldn't think clearly. It seems that it is indeed a beautiful face, but in the Wanzhou Qinglou, there are countless beautiful women, so it seems that the bride in front of him is nothing extraordinary. The moment they looked at each other, it was just a feeling, as if they were separated by a layer of clouds, and once again saw the unforgettable amazement when they were young many years ago.

He wanted to retreat, but he turned his eyes to look at the Qianjun around him, and was suddenly a little surprised. Qianjun's eyes, which were always clear and not stained with a trace of dust, suddenly became empty, as empty as a desert sea, vast and distant. His eyes stared at the bride's snow-white veil without blinking, and his body seemed to tremble slightly. The troublesome witch girl seemed to save face, with a little flattery and cunning, and winked at Qianjun with wide eyes. But at this time, Qianjun's eyes clearly couldn't see her.

Wang Lie secretly pinched Qianjun fiercely, and he woke up suddenly. Before he could speak, he was already pulled back by Wang Lie. Wang Lie seemed to be afraid that the witch people would be angry, and while eagerly pulling Qianjun, he secretly looked back at the movement behind him. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the eyes of another bewitching girl beside the bride were a little gloating, with a little schadenfreude.

After the caravan finished sorting out the goods, the witches were already dancing in place. The men gathered together curiously, watching the leader wield his brute sword and dance through the mire. The remaining witches lit dozens of torches around them, swinging their knives at the leader in a slashing gesture.

"Don't go on the road, what is this for?" Lao Peng asked in a low voice. "The dance of the sacrifice to the god of the road, the rules of the witches," Wang Lie whispered, "In this place of Yunzhou, there are many gods, there are Gu gods who use Gu, poisonous gods who use poison, snake gods who drive snakes, and naturally there are road gods on the road." Especially now on the Gu God Festival, there are resentful spirits rampant in all directions, so the witches must use the divine power of the road god to suppress the Gu god, otherwise they will not dare to go on the road. ”

By this time the witch dance had come to an end, and at last the leader howled, and a dozen torches rose into flames. I don't know what the witches did to turn the ordinary torch into a torch as dazzling, and it took a long time to dim again. The witches fell to their knees in the mud and bowed to the gods around them.

Only the two bridal girls accompanied the bride, and Ying Ying stood in a silent corner in the distance. The bride hung her head slightly, and her white clothes were lightly raised, as if she did not belong to this wild and strange world at all. At this time, Wang Lie suddenly remembered that the bride's face was not the appearance of a witch woman, but more like a girl from the Eastern Continent.

"Be careful, Gu God!" A witch came over and spoke in a dry official dialect, "Follow us, Blackwater Shop, it's close." "Tashi Leza," Lao Peng would only say this sentence in Zhuwen, and he would return the salute with this. The whole caravan was tied up and just waiting to hit the road. Wang Lie approached Qianjun's side, looked at his eyes, and was about to speak, but Qianjun spoke first: "Wang Gangtou, there were fourteen people in those witches just now, why are there only twelve now?" Wang Lie was slightly stunned for a moment, and shook his head: "Wu Min is very careful when he contacts outsiders, I am afraid that he will send someone back to Heishuipu to report the news first, and then take us on the road." Other people's territory, don't ask these are the best, the witch people really want to kill us, no matter how defense, it's useless. ”

"Won't they be troublemakers?" Qian Jun had regained his composure at this time, and he didn't see the distracted look he had when he faced the bride just now. "It's just that if you're really dead, how can human life be so valuable?" Wang Lie laughed self-deprecatingly. As they spoke, the witches had already raised their blue and red blood food flags and quietly set out on their way. The whole team extinguished the torches, and only the lacquered leader of the Witch people came forward to do a dance of warding off evil spirits brandishing his scimitar, and a faint pine light was lit by a silver hoop above his head. When the torches were extinguished, the white-clothed witch girl was passing by Qianjun, her slender figure still half-hidden in the blood food flag.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she turned her head slightly, as if she was gently staring at Qianjun through the veil. Wang Lie led his big strong mule to catch up, and saw Qianjun standing there quietly, looking at the ice veil that was fading away in the darkness in the distance, silently without a trace of expression. "Let's go, look at this momentum, the rain will come down at some point," Wang Lie beckoned to him, and casually put an oilcloth over the torch to extinguish the fire. The moment the fire was extinguished, Wang Lie glanced at him.

Qianjun's side face is like a man's head in ancient times, after many years, only he is left in the deserted land, looking at the end of the world and nowhere, enduring the erosion of the wind and sand.

Wang Lie suddenly felt that this young man seemed to be much older. When the stars and lights appeared faintly in the darkness in the distance, the whole caravan was boiling. The Witches were indeed masters of the rainforest and the mire, and with a small pine on the silver hoop on the leader's head, they were able to find their way through the endless blacks. The men of the horse gang were still a little suspicious of these shirtless witches, but at this time, even a gloomy man like the lame man had a shallow smile on his face. After a few days of shuttling through the rainforest in a row, I needed to find a place with a roof to dry my clothes and wash the dirt on my body.

"Lao Wang, is there a restaurant and a girl in Heishuipu?" The stone ghost head got to Wang Lie's side and asked in a low voice. Wang Lie waved the handle of the whip in his hand and knocked on his head lightly: "What restaurant and girl?" Do you remember the restaurant like a bear? Is it serious to ask the girl? The stone scratched his head and smiled, not caring about being seen through his mind. It was the first time he had walked in the clouds, and he had never talked about such a charming girl, and he rushed to the front all the way, his eyes chased the ankle of the married girl Ying Yingyi, and he was scratched by the fine and clear sound of the footbell.

Wang Lie walked beside him, his triangular eyes seemed to have no spirit, but he saw it better than anyone else, but he didn't say it. Wang Lie laughed twice: "This depends on your luck." If you are taken by the girl, you don't want a child, and some are upside down, if you don't have that life, just wait for the stick. "If you don't want to, you don't want to, and you still fight?" The stone stuck out his tongue.

"I don't know it, do I? On the witch people's side, how can there be such a thing as leaning on the fence to sell jokes? When the witch people marry, the rich and powerful families marry like this, and in addition, they either rob the relatives or go to the relatives, and they don't cost a bride price. You see that there are so many strong men escorting this family, that is, the women are pretty, and they are afraid that they will be robbed halfway. There is a good-looking woman here, and it is not too many to have seven or eight husbands in her life, all of whom are robbed and robbed. The previous husband had just died, and he might have slept with the enemy who killed him. "What do you say?"

"Walking relatives is an ordinary family, and a woman grows into fifteen or sixteen years old, and she has reached the age of spring. There would be boys who would go outside her house and sing, which also had a name, 'Singers'. Whoever sings a woman's heart will throw a silver hairpin out of the house, and the one who gets the silver hairpin will be her husband. Quietly go in at night, and a good thing will be done, and her family doesn't care. But this husband is temporary, and the girl grows to twenty-three or four, and she will be married to someone else. In short, from fifteen or sixteen to the time before she really came out of the cabinet, whoever she fancied was her man. "What do you mean by being beaten?"

"There are also girls who fall in love with other people, and some feel that they can't look good, so they find good brothers to sing. When the time comes, I will bring a hairpin, and I will change people, and I will touch it at night, and the girl in the middle of the night will not be able to see the appearance clearly, maybe it will become a good thing. But when you wake up the next morning, you can't beat it out with a stick? The stone grabbed his head and thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Is there any injury or death?" Wang Lie shook his head: "This is not a big deal in Yunzhou, it is usually a dozen, which means, I haven't heard of a real death." ”

Shi suddenly became elated, and grabbed the shoulders of Qianjun next to him: "That's easy to say." The thousand brothers helped me to sing, and it became a good thing that I invited everyone to drink. At most, the ass suffers, and I endured it! The guys were stunned for a moment, laughed together, patted each other's shoulders, and played with each other, but also with some happy anticipation. Qianjun also laughed. Smiling and smiling, he looked away at the dark mid-air in the distance, between the two mountains opposite, the faint light was actually shining in mid-air, and the dim yellow revealed a trace of warmth.

As far as the eye can see, Heishuipu is like a picture of a small city, pasted on the pure black canopy, so far away that it is difficult to reach, and there is an illusory beauty.

He habitually gently stroked the skin around his waist and exhaled softly. It wasn't until they walked to the front of the black water shop that the guys who walked through the cloud wilderness for the first time understood why the lights of this village were actually on a high place. By this time they had left the endless swamp, but there were mud-filled wetlands everywhere nearby, so the Witches took advantage of a few of the adjacent highlands and built the entire black water on them. Bamboo and wood were also used to erect walkways between the high grounds. The houses are also made of bamboo and wood, without the use of brick and stone, and the roofs are covered with thick thatch. Vine trees and thick layers of moss blanket the dappled green over the village.

Yunzhou is moist, and some of the felled branches can even grow aerial roots and branches. "It's like a birdcage hanging in mid-air," Qianjun looked up and exclaimed softly, "a living birdcage." Wang Lie was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help nodding, he had never thought of such a metaphor after so many years of wandering in the clouds. But when Qianjun said this, he felt that it was extraordinarily appropriate. It took half an hour of hard work for the people to walk the bamboo ladder and the horse to move the Nuoda horse gang from the mud below to the high platform made of trees.

It seems that there are two layers of heaven and earth, standing on the swaying bamboo and wood walkway, although the guys are a little frightened, but leaving the wet mud and suddenly opening up their vision, after all, it is a joyful thing. Heishuipu is not a big village, there are about more than 100 households, and the houses are built on various highlands, and the farthest one is nearly a mile away. At this time, the black clouds were overwhelming, and the village was a little frighteningly deserted, and the firelight that I saw in the distance was only the torches that each family had planted at the door of their houses, but the inside of the house was pitch black. Lao Peng looked up at the gatehouse above him.

The wooden gatehouse painted with five-color lacquer looks a little thin and vulgar, but those lines have the ghost of Sensen, I don't know what the custom is, the witches are good at using large pieces of red and indigo, which looks shocking, as if the patterns on the body of poisonous insects. If you look closely, the entire gatehouse is still a huge beast's mouth, and everyone who enters the village is actually going to be swallowed by it.