"Nanzi, do you think there is really no god in the world?"

She had nightmares like black shadows with wings, and ten three-legged birds with feathers blazing, and they stood on the Fuso tree and screamed at the naked Nanzi monster.

She walks in the chaotic world, surrounded by ignorant, people dressed in animal skins, the heavens belong to the god Haotian, and Dijun is his humanoid incarnation. In the far north, there is a snake with a red face, a candle nine yin with a body of thousands of miles, it opens its eyes for day, closes its eyes for night, inhales for winter, and exhales for summer.

Suddenly, a heat wave hit, Nanzi looked up, and six flying dragons pulled a golden chariot speeding through the sky, on which was the long-haired sun god Xihe, carrying the golden crow.

"Nanzi, how do you think Wu was born?"

Boom, thunder everywhere, the sky collapsed, the flood was monstrous, and the gravel continued to fall from the peak of Wanzhang, leaving Nanzi with nowhere to escape. In desperation, she saw all the people kneeling on the ground, praying to the spirits for protection, and the best of them were wise and respectful in their treatment of sacrifices, so that the will of the gods would come to them.

Among these people, the male is called a witch, and the female is called a witch!

The shamans are the leaders of the earth, their talents and wisdom make the heavens and the earth as suitable, their holy light can shine far and wide, their eyes can see everything brightly, and their hearing is sensitive to all directions.

These people set the order of worship and honor of the ghosts and gods, and determined what kind of animals were used for sacrifices, and what kind of clothes were worn for sacrifices. Inspired and instructed by them, the people were simple and generous, offering food to the gods, so that the gods could hear the people's prayers. Therefore, blessings are given to the grain to grow, and the calamity is eliminated. If the disaster does not come, the heavens and the earth will be harmonious. At that time, the chief was the wizard, and the wizard was the chief.

Monarchy and divine authority are one from beginning to end.

Nanzi breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes darkened, and when the light came back on, he saw that the leader with white hair, a fair face, and a phoenix crown suddenly died in a hunt. He is the Shaohao clan, the master of the poor mulberry. The funeral was luxuriously grand, hundreds of birds gathered, and there was a lot of sorrow, but behind this, Shaohao's heirs were intrigued, and the split was about to break out.

Nanzi heard the empty, witch-like voice above her recount: "When the Shaohao clan declines, the Jiuli clan disturbs the virtue and government, and the people and gods are mixed. You can't tell the difference between the real and the famous. Everyone holds sacrifices, every family is a witch, there is no law for sacrifice, and the people swear an oath. Lost awe. As a result, the grain was not blessed by the gods, and disasters and disasters came frequently, and the world was in chaos again. ”

The millet withered and withered. The land is water-scarce and cracked, and the people are tired and emaciated. Nanzi frowned, looking at the alternation of chaos in ancient times. Witches play a pivotal role in this!

Fortunately, after a hundred years of chaos, the black-robed Emperor Zhuanwei inherited the position of the leader of the tribal alliance, but he no longer became a great witch himself, but ordered the white-clothed witch named "Chong" to worship the heavens, communicate with the gods, and order the red-clothed Huozheng named "Li" to come to the sacrificial land, so as to discipline the people and restore the original order, which is the deeds of Chongli Tongtian Jedi.

Later, Sanmiao inherited the fierce virtue of Jiuli and made heaven and earth chaotic again, so Di Yao re-cultivated the descendants of Chong and Li as witches, and let them be in charge of heaven and earth sacrifices again......

The monarchy and the divine right began to separate......

……

"Nanzi, because of my lack of virtue, do you disdain Wu? Look at your most admired mother, Xin, who is also a witch, and at that time, the witch was not required to be a virgin......"

Nanzi saw the sun shining on the business-filled Guifang grassland, the air was full of earth and the breath of life, the wind was blowing and the grass was blowing, and the blue waves were rippling like an ocean.

She came in a chariot, her eyes blazing, not angry but mighty, her clothes were firm and stubborn, and she was majestic. The dragon pattern bronze Yue in his hand was no lighter than the weapon held by the Song Palace armor soldier, and the other tiger bronze Yue was pinned to his waist and could be thrown out at any time to cut off the head of the alien race.

Behind her, there were a dense crowd of 3,000 archers!

After returning from the victory, countless Qiang captives were sacrificed to the Emperor of Heaven, and the woman was cheered by the Dayi merchants, in addition to being a general, she also had a special position, that is, the great witch who presided over the sacrifice!

In the era of women's good people, people were superstitious about ghosts and gods, advocating the mandate of heaven, and were very popular in sacrificial divination, and almost all national events had to be repeatedly divined and prayed to ghosts and gods. And the woman who holds the power of this supreme priesthood is not only immensely powerful and beautiful, but she also has a wide range of knowledge, a high position, and like her husband Wu Ding, she is the ruler of hundreds of millions of people!

Nanzi suddenly discovered that the woman had her own face, and her husband Wu Ding was not Zhao Wuxian?

He wrapped his arms around her, caressed her, teased her, made her squeak and laugh, and she began to squint her peach blossom eyes and suck him hard, the red sun and the bright moon shyly obscured the light, leaving only the stars in the sky looking down at them with a smile.

Everything in front of me was so similar to that night.

Nanzi smiled, although she threw flattering eyes at countless people, she was really intimate to that extent, but there was only Zhao Wuxian alone.

But suddenly, the stars were gone, and Nanzi fell into the Song Palace, so cold, ghosts lined up on both sides of the long hall, wearing the faded clothes of ancient kings, holding jade Yue, looking at her with anger.

"Monarchicide, capital crime!"

The ghosts, those were the ghosts of yesteryear, and together they formed a cage that imprisoned Nanzi.

Nanzi was confused, she panicked, and next, the world caught fire.

The tall building in the fire is the Tong Palace......

She saw countless pasts, and finally, she saw reality again.

Song Gongluan stood in front of her and screamed: "Nanzi! You father-killing sinner, I will take you with me to the priest! ”

His face was distorted and ugly, and he stretched out his two eagle-like hands to grab Nanzi, who panicked, and she fell to the ground, her feet kept kicking her dead father's down, and he fell off the edge of the high platform.

"The descendants of the Heavenly Destiny Xuanniao will not fall to their deaths!" Song Gong was constantly falling, he roared unwillingly, and Nanzi was terrified to find that black feathers had really grown on his body. Transformed into black wings, as if to flutter their wings and fly high.

But. But they all melted away like wax in the sun......

There was a dull sound of landing under the high platform of Tonggong, red blood plasma. The white viscous brain juice flowed down Song Gong's face like cheese, stained with his beard, and flowed into his mouth, filling the gaps between his teeth.

He gritted his terrible bloody teeth, looked at Nanzi and cursed: "You will get retribution, if there are ghosts and gods in this world, I will never let you go!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Gong's soul broke away from the dead bones and flew into the sky. Wearing armor, he drove a chariot pulled by Xuanniao, held a Tong bow, and aimed at Nanzi's front door.

Run, she turned and ran away, Nanzi has been running since she was a child, escaping from one cage to another, and is still on the run, escaping the ghosts of the past behind her. People say that father's love is like a mountain. Even if he died, it was still a heavy mountain in Nanzi's heart, and he had to crush her to death.

Arrows with hatred kept coming, and the pain was like a sharp knife. Across her back, she felt her skin being torn apart and smelling the stench of steaming blood.

Nanzi vaguely knew that this was a dream. The exit of the dream seems to be ahead, but you can't escape it. It's far, it's far, it's far. She could feel the cold aura coming at her from behind, and the pain of fear was nothing. If she is caught, she will be in a situation worse than death, forever wailing alone in the infinite darkness.

"Help me, who's going to save me?" She let out a feeble cry.

"No one will save you......" said the ghosts, who had the faces of Gongzichen, Gongzi Zhongtuo, Gongzi Chao, Wei Houyuan, and the Xiang brothers, oh, and the prince of Wu, who had lewd smiles on their faces.

"No one will come to save you, you can only be a plaything in this life."

Countless hands reached over and groped around Nanzi's body, tearing at her skirt in an attempt to defile her.

Until, when she bumped into a man, he opened his arms and gave her a warm embrace, driving away all the darkness between heaven and earth.

It was Zhao Wuxian, who was wearing pitch-black armor with a bird pattern spread his wings and flying on it, and he rode a horse of the same color, holding Nanzi horizontally on the horse's back, and when Nanzi looked up helplessly, he saw flames burning in the narrow slits under his helmet.

"Nanzi, I don't dare to say that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and I don't dare to say that there are, I respect ghosts and gods and stay away, but I still feel that things are man-made, not in heaven's will." Zhao Wuxian whispered weakly, blocking the arrow of revenge shot by Song Gong for Nanzi.

"Have you ever heard the story of the Jedi of Chongli? Aren't you afraid of the ghost's revenge? Why just be a medium to control the ghosts and the people? As long as you can do better than your father in treating the people, I think even if there are ghosts in the world, they can't go against the people's wishes. ”

"Great Witch?" Nanzi remembers that she was very surprised at the time, is this your arrangement? She pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Would a gentleman rather let me be lonely for the rest of my life than want me?" ”

His words still echoed in his ears: "A great witch, do you know what it means? Nanzi, your face is easy to age, even if you are as immortal as Xia Ji, your beauty will not survive twenty or thirty years. I don't want you to limit your relationship to me for five years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, limited to boring taxis and women, spirit and flesh, I hope that even if you are over the age of six, with this identity, you can still help me and help me create a different China. ”

He has lofty ambitions, and he is no longer the Qingzi who has nothing, he seems to be able to see the future, and Nanzi can only listen to it now.

"Go ahead." He smiled: "Song Guo will rely on you in the future, but I will always take care of you." ”

When the dream comes back to reality, it's not far from waking up.

The burning Tong Palace disappeared, those cages made of wood or stone disappeared, the ghost of Song Gong steamed, the darkness faded, and even Zhao Wuxian's form gradually turned into nothingness.

Nanzi woke up screaming.

……

When Nanzi reluctantly let go of her lover's hand and opened her eyes, there was a bitter taste of smoke and dust in her mouth, and tears flowed down her face.

"What's wrong with me?"

She rested on the witch's lap and had a long dream, or perhaps, just listening to her tell a story.

The witch stopped humming softly, stroked her hair, and asked lightly, "So, Nanzi, do you know what a witch is?" ”

"I know." Nanzi burst into tears and replied in a choked voice.

When history becomes legend.

When legends turn into myths.

When the myths are already mottled.

The sand and dust of time annihilated everything.

Their names, their stories, are still spread through the ages.

Just as the sun hangs high in the sky, it shines on the earth eternally and will never be extinguished.

Remember, there was once such a group of people who stood tall between heaven and earth, like optimus pillars, and never bent down to anyone but the gods.

They pray for wind and rain, they record miracles, they look up at the starry sky, they pass it on from generation to generation, they lead China from ignorance to civilization, they are witches, they are the founders of all civilizations!

"You finally get it."

Da Wu smiled, Nanzi found that she was still very beautiful when she smiled, her fingers were dipped in a little red lacquer, as if it was swallow fat from the sacred red mountain, and she lightly touched Nanzi's forehead: "This is Wu, from today on, Nanzi, you are also one of them......"

PS: Cough, I didn't stop my brain for a while, and I paid a general salute to the blood red here, and continued to take the car back to my hometown today, so let's do it first. Tomorrow or night, try the third watch on the first day of the new year, don't scold me if you can't do it. By the way, there are red envelopes in the group, and then the illness in July is finally a little better, so you don't have to worry (to be continued.) )

PS: Thanks for the tip on the 5th! Thanks to the book friend czdxh042408, Night Tower, Tang Fuhang, 1st Guards Tank Brigade, casually