[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming and Mo Han sent the old man away, and rushed to the ancestral hall of the Han family's small fishing village, and sure enough, in this ancestral hall, a rattle made of broken hundred illusions was found, and the powerlessness to inject the hundred illusions was still there. But Mu Qingming didn't take the rattle directly, but wanted to exchange the tanuki for the prince and the real rattle. After drawing out Mu Qingming put the rattle back into the token quietly, he left quietly with his wife Mo Han. Two days later, Mu Qingming took his wife Mo Han to cast a concealment spell, avoided the Immortal Dao eyeline that was monitoring them in the city, and went to the Black Dragon Pond at the foot of Wulao Peak in the northern suburbs of the city. 】

Two small steamers sailing at night sailed on the rippling blue waters of Dianchi Lake. In the darkness of the night, the black smoke rising from the chimney of the fireboat soon merged with the darkness of the night. Even the rumble of the engine was drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The lush reeds and aquatic plants on the shore were swaying in the wind, and the sound of the waves swept the moisture onto the shore and spread in all directions.

In the small fishing village where the Han family is located, the willows are fluttering, and the cold is rising silently.

It's late at night, and the temperature on the lake is a little cooler than in the city. In a short time, a thin mist rose in the village, soaking the grass and dirt roads inside and outside the village, as well as the walls and roofs of the houses.

In the ancestral hall, Mu Qingming has determined that the rattle drum surface in his hand is made of a hundred fantasy pictures. But it is not difficult to see that the villagers put this drum in front of the idol of the god, which has a certain meaning.

Like the ancestral shrines of the villagers in those fishing villages, it is worshipped by the incense of the villagers for generations. It is estimated that this drum is still regarded as a divine drum by the villagers of the fishing village.

And their ancestors also used a protective charm to protect this drum, which shows how much weight the rattle has in the hearts of the villagers in this village?

Taking it away rashly will only stir up a thousand waves with one stone.

So Mu Qingming put the Divine Drum back as it was, but Mo Han's face was full of confusion again. After thinking about it for a while, she whispered to her husband, "Do you want to make a fake drum in exchange for a real one?" ”。

"Hmm." Mu Qingming glanced at the divine drum that he put back one last time, and then said: "In this way, these turbidity villagers will not think that the drum is lost, anyway, they can't have the ability to tell the truth from the fake." Then they will still regard the fake drum as a treasure, since it is a treasure, it will definitely not leak the news, and the Immortal Dao will not be aware of our secret actions, and we have also obtained the drum. ”。

In the dark, Mo Han, who had been silent for a while, felt that what her husband said was extremely true, so she put away her confusion, respected Mu Qingming, and was about to leave with Mu Qingming, when her right ear moved slightly, and she immediately heard the sound of unlocking the door in the direction of the courtyard door outside the house.

Then there was the creak of the doorshaft, which sounded in the night wind, and the two men in the room immediately stopped behind the door.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han glanced at each other in the dark, and they both looked up through the darkness at the beams above their heads. As the flames of the beans lit up in the courtyard got closer and closer, they all jumped up on tiptoe. In an instant, there was a fresh breeze around them, and after lifting them off the ground easily, both of them landed lightly on the beams. At the same time, they had already cast the Concealment Charm to hide their figures, and they were holding their breath.

The breeze under the beams also disappeared, and the bits of dust rolled up fell to the ground.

Originally, with their skills, it was not difficult to leave quietly easily, but there were people going to this empty ancestral hall late at night, which made Mu Qingming and Mo Han's first reaction feel a little abnormal. Maybe there is also a reason for being a thief, although none of them are aware of the evil spirit and danger of the exam papers, but they all have the wisdom to decide to stay, and see what the situation is first.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han, who landed on the beam, stared closely below. In a moment, the closed door of the ancestral hall slowly opened. A lantern led the way through the door, followed by a thin old man with gray hair and a hunchback, who walked in without saying a word.

The old man was as thin as wood, and the lantern in his trembling hand trembled slightly, so that the light of the fire in the lantern shook without wind, and the shadows flickered and flickered.

Without saying a word, the old man walked to the spiritual seat, put down the lantern, took three incense sticks from the offering table, and lit the incense stick in his hand with the flame in the lantern.

Green smoke curled, and a strange fragrance suddenly diffused in the room. The old man's every move did not escape the eyes of Mu Qingming and his wife who were squatting on the beam.

I saw that the old man who was not aware of their existence at all, holding incense in both hands opposite him, those spiritual seats and statues arranged like a mountain, silently, bowed respectfully three times, and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner in the middle of the confession.

The red dots on the three incense sticks slowly dimmed in the curling green smoke, and the white incense ash also slowly accumulated on the incense head.

It seems that the person who came was just a caretaker of the ancestral hall. At this time, the late night visit is just to incense the ancestral spirit according to the rules.

There are many rules of the big family, and among the many rules, the incense in the ancestral hall cannot be broken for too long. Generally, in order to prevent the incense from being broken, each big family has its own ancestral keeper; This kind of person is generally served by a respected old man, who does not need to do things to farm, and the whole family will give him food, drink and expenses, and send him to the end of his old age.

The ancestral hall keeper is responsible for putting incense on the family ancestral hall once every two hours, cleaning it every day and worshipping the ancestors in the past. He even presided over ancestor worship and divination in the family.

Mu Qingming's family also has a shrine keeper, who is his uncle. The daily work is the same as the old man in front of him, responsible for guarding the incense on the ancestral hall or something.

And the small fishing village he is in now, although there are only a dozen or so families so far, he still retains his own ancestral shrine keepers, which shows that before the natural disaster, the people surnamed Han in the village are also a big family.

After the old man had done everything, he turned around silently with the lantern, walked out of the house and locked the door and left again.

It's just that when the ancestral hall keeper walked under the beam, Mu Qingming, who was distracted, saw his hand holding the lantern, and on the arm that was rolled up his sleeves and exposed, there was a tattoo pattern of a yellow finch with wings spread and his head raised. In Mu Qingming's mind, he suddenly secretly said in his heart: "Jiuli clan? ”......

"Mu, in the past two days since you came back from the small fishing village, why have you been pondering the lost magic of the Jiuli clan?" Following Mu Qingming's concealment spell, he evaded the immortal Taoists who were monitoring them in the city, and quietly came to Mo Han in the northern suburbs outside the city, and asked as soon as he landed.

Then she followed Mu Qingming in the scattered farmland among the green mountains, along the ridge all the way to the north, still couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and then asked: "Legend has it that after the Jiuli clan was defeated by the Youxiong clan, it split into more ethnic groups?" Are you sure that the person you saw that day was really the real Jiuli tribe? And not other ancient peoples? ”。

The green hills in the northern suburbs are full of green trees, dense branches and leaves, and between the ancient trees with ancient roots, the mountains and ditches are full of wild rhododendrons distributed all over the place. Among them, there are varieties such as spring and summer cuckoos, which are blooming in the bright sunshine, competing for beauty under the refreshing mountain breeze, showing a gorgeous sea of flowers all over the mountain, and the ink cold who can see the question is dazzling.

"Well, there is no doubt that he is indeed of the Jiuli clan. The division you mentioned does exist, but there are also descendants of the son-in-law, who secretly still call themselves the Jiuli tribe, and their characteristic is that when the child is born, as long as it is a boy, a unique tattoo will be tattooed on the arm. On that day, we saw the yellow finch tattoo on the arm of the ancestral hall keeper in the small fishing village of the Han family, which is the symbol of the Jiuli tribe. It was the totem of their ancestors. Mu Qingming said tirelessly, his feet did not stop, and continued to walk north: "I have asked Miaobi to secretly investigate this person." If he is only a descendant of the Jiuli clan, but he has not learned any thaumaturgy, then we can calmly exchange the tanuki for the prince in exchange for the real drum. If he has a strange skill, and he can detect the real or false rattle, then I have to find another way. But for now, let's go and get the snake skin of the black-scaled python first, and make the fake drum first, just in case. ”。

After careful calculation, Mrs. Qi promised to let Mu Qingming rest at home first, and there were not many days left. He had to find another black-scaled python within this time, take the snake's skin and make a rattle that was enough to make a real one, and then change the real one.

As far as he knew, there was a hundred-year-old python outside the city of Kunming, lurking in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city. These black-scaled pythons are beasts that have not succeeded in shedding their snake skin and turning into dragons, but to say that they are beasts, they have some demonic powers. But if you say they are demons, they don't have the IQ of demons, and they can't even speak.

At the end of the day, these black-scaled pythons can only be counted as spirits.

But even then, it's not everywhere. In the nature full of crises, there are only a few who can live for more than a hundred years, and many giant pythons think that they have swallowed indigestible food alive, and they are also as many as cows and die by the other party; Not to mention being able to get rid of the beast instinct and cultivate into a spirit with understanding.

Giant pythons that can turn from small snakes into spirits are rare.

Mu Qingming, who stepped down the ridge, felt that he was still lucky, in the direction of the road he went, in the distance in front of the mountain road under his feet, there was a hundred-year-old black-scaled python lurking.

Although it doesn't hurt people, and the city has not heard of any giant pythons hurting people in the northern suburbs, Mu Qingming also had to take its life.

"Have you arrived at Longquan Mountain?" No longer curious about the Jiuli Clan, Mo Han became curious about the destination that Mu Qingming said before leaving.

When he was alone with Mu Qingming, Mo Han always looked like a child. And Mu Qingming is not disgusted or impatient, and will always take the trouble to answer his various questions.

But Mu Qingming didn't answer her this time, but on the winding path full of trees, after walking forward quickly for a distance, he suddenly stopped, and then replied to his wife's words: "Here, this is Longquan Mountain." ”。

Mo Han stood beside him, raised her eyes and looked forward, only to see an old dragon bell, with branches curling plum trees and pines and cypresses, standing in front of her. In the ancient woods and forests, there is a place where no one enters or exits, and the door is locked and the door is deserted, but the simple and elegant three-in-four courtyard buildings are dotted among the plum trees and grass and stones.

On the left and right of the gate of this deep mountain building, instead of stone lions, a pair of stone elephants are carved. There is also a large plaque with gold letters hanging on the head of the gate.

Under the sun, the three gilded characters on the plaque shine brightly. Mo Han squinted, stared at the golden characters and read: "Black Dragon Palace." ”。

After a pause, Mo Han said again: "Isn't this the Black Dragon Pool?" It's not Longquan Mountain. ”。

Is the black python here? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.