Ah Yuan grinned, with a strong smile in his eyes, lowered his head, and nodded. Suddenly, he raised his head and flashed his big black eyes, as if he had mustered up courage, but his voice was inaudible, and said: "She looks like A-Niang, so A-Yuan likes her..."

The deep ink eyes of the cold cuo froze.

"No, my sister is so beautiful, how can she be like A-Niang?" Ah Yuan quickly whispered negatively, as if talking to himself, "But somehow? As soon as Ah Yuan saw her, he felt like Ah Niang...", his voice choked, and he lowered his head again to hide his reddened eyes.

Han Cuo's heart surged, he reached out and gently stroked his head, and said, "Since A-Yuan likes her, let's go to the wooden house more, after all, she is not familiar with life here, so you can accompany her." ”

"Okay." Ah Yuan raised his head, unfolded a hearty smile, wiped his moist eyes, but asked uncertainly, "Is it really possible?" ”

Han Cuo smiled slightly and bowed his head slightly.

"The patriarch must be hungry, Ah Yuan will immediately boil some porridge, and go over to see my sister by the way..."

Didn't this kid just come back? Han Cuo smiled, and heard Mu Zhi mention that Ah Yuan lost his father at the age of five and his mother at the age of seven. But Ah Yuan is active and hearty by nature, he doesn't know what compassion is, and he is obsessed with developing medicinal diets, and sometimes, he looks like an old man.

When Han Cuoyu saw that he was clever and sharp, he took him with him. Ah Yuan is optimistic, joyful, unconsciously, deep and silent, he gradually dyes Ah Yuan's active temperament, and when he is calm and cold, he is not gentle and moist.

Han Cuo's thoughts were stunned: Seeing that she is only in her twenties, it is strange that twelve-year-old A-Yuan actually feels warmth from her!

Thinking of this, Han Cuo was stunned, not to mention Ah Yuan, didn't he himself also mess up his mood?

Han Cuo held his forehead and sighed: Leave her behind, I don't know if it's right or wrong? Perhaps at that time, he looked up, a delicate shadow, light in the air, like a butterfly flying, but falling rapidly. His heart was already in turmoil, so he jumped into the air in spite of everything, reversed his body, raised his arms and hugged her into his arms.

She fell steadily into her arms, her eyebrows were quiet, her smile was smiling, her eyes were warm, and her tenderness was like water.

His breath was struggling, and his heart, once again, was overwhelmed and messy, and he carried her into the void. At that moment, he didn't have time to think, and he forgot the taboo of the void, and when he came back to his senses, he was shocked at the same time, but he couldn't give up on her.

It's just that he never expected that she would actually suck away fifty percent of his spiritual power. As a last resort, he took her back to the wooden house and handed her over to Mu Zhi and Ah Yuan to take care of.

And he not only has to retreat and cultivate, but also replenish the weakness of his internal strength due to the lack of spiritual power. He also broke the ban and made up a beautiful lie to blind the tribesmen, so that they would believe it and not dare to make a mistake.

After retreating on the New Year, he lost fifty percent of his spiritual power and could not turn it back, but the power in his body was finally stable and irreversible. However, he still miscalculated, even if he was as deep and cold as him, calmly and indifferently, and once again, fell into her lost eyes, obsessed.

Thinking about it, he was still secretly frightened in hindsight, he knew very well that if it weren't for Mu Zhi and Ah Yuan by his side, I'm afraid, he wouldn't be able to pull out.

What kind of woman is this? His conceited determination, in front of her, actually collapsed in an instant, and he was vulnerable.

It was a sensation that shook the depths of his soul, and he couldn't avoid it, so he could only let it disturb his mind.

Perhaps, the mask covers all his emotions, is not easy to reveal his joy and anger, calm, and also hides his gaffe, no one notices. However, the surging emotions in the secret made him uneasy and his heart was numb.

Han Cuo smiled bitterly, paced in front of the window with his hands, contemplated the plane tree in the courtyard, and pondered.

For a long time, Han Cuoyu raised his unfathomable ink eyes, his thoughts were disturbed by the slight footsteps, Mu Zhi's voice reached his ears, he indifferently hid the emotions between his eyebrows, and was full of thoughts: The full moon sacrifice after three days, everything depends on her creation!

He turned around and turned his eyes, and walked out of the inner room and outhouse, Mu Zhi had a gentle smile on his face, standing next to the long table, holding a tray with both hands, and a bowl of medicinal porridge on the plate, exuding lingering heat, which had both a clear medicinal smell and a mellow aroma of porridge soup.

She watched Han Cuo come out of the inner room, and said with a smile: "Ah Yuan! I'm in a hurry to go to Liruo...", she put down the tray, picked up the bowl, and said, "I really didn't expect him to be so close to Liruo..."

Han Cuoyu sat down, took the bowl, hummed lightly, and casually asked some about the full moon ceremony.

Mu Zhi sat down on a rattan chair in the corner of the table opposite, explaining the details of the ceremony. After all, this full moon ritual is only once every three years, and Han Cuoyu has been practicing in the void since he was a child, and he has been out of the temple for less than two years, so he naturally does not know the rules that should be avoided or taboo for the full moon ceremony.

For three days, Su Liruo got up early in the morning, changed into the white long clothes sent by Mu Zhi, put on a pearl-inlaid belt, and wore a snow-white fox fur cloak on her shoulders.

When her makeup came out, Mu Zhi, who was leaning on the door frame, suddenly stared in surprise, and was stunned. Since the first time she saw Su Liruo, at that time, although she was unconscious and had serious internal injuries, her beautiful appearance still made her secretly amazed. Later, Su Liruo recovered, but she was always depressed, haggard, and unhappy, and she didn't feel that Su Liruo had anything outstanding. Today's dress really amazed her eyes, and she realized what it is to be prosperous and unparalleled in the world.

In fact, Muyun Mountain is beautiful and beautiful, and it is a spiritual place. But for some reason, the people who have been raised are often mediocre in appearance and not talented. If a beautiful woman like Mu Zhi is already the love of the heavens, the glory of the Mu Yun clan.

In the past few days, Ah Yuan often came to the wooden house to chat with Su Liruo, and he told her that the clan admired beautiful things. Especially beautiful in appearance, it is regarded as a holy person, a sign of blessing and longevity, so it is enshrined as the right of the Theravada, and the Holy Spirit cannot be violated.

Mu Zhi is the most beautiful of all the women in the clan, on the day when the new patriarch came out of the power, the old clan took off the crown and scepter, handed it over to the new patriarch, and the woman elected by the clan to marry the new patriarch.

When Su Liruo heard Ah Yuan's statement, he was in a trance for a long time before muttering to himself: "I see! Inevitably, when Mu Zhi mentioned the patriarch, her face was happy and her words were soft.

At this time, Su Liruo raised her eyes, caught a glimpse of Mu Zhi's distraction, and shouted suspiciously: "Mu Zhi! ”

Mu Zhi suddenly came back to her senses, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Liruo, you are the leader of the Shouya, the holy daughter..." ”

"The patriarch says I'm the one the visionary?" Su Liruo fell into deep thought, and soon, she understood in her heart that he was thinking about her safety! However, what puzzled her was: why would he use fifty percent of his spiritual power for her, who she didn't know and was completely strange? And weave a huge lie to deceive the people?

So far, she didn't know what the use of Ah Yuan's mysterious spiritual power that they held so much dear was? She didn't feel any changes in her body?

Su Liruo once asked Ah Yuan, why is the patriarch wearing a mask, is it because he is not good-looking and hides his ugliness? Fish fish

Ah Yuan snorted, laughed happily, and said, "How can a person as dexterous as my sister be clumsy, if the patriarch is not handsome, how can he enter the cultivation of the Void Meditation?" ”

"Then why doesn't he show his true face?" Su Liruo saw him smiling, and lightly clapped his forehead angrily, and deliberately said with a slight annoyance: "You actually dare to make fun of me for being clumsy!" ”

Ah Yuan stroked his forehead, leaned back with a smile, it seemed that the time with Su Liruo was happy and carefree, and the care of a few words, the trivial things, all became the source of Ah Yuan's happiness.

After laughing, he rolled his eyes wide, and said solemnly: "What my sister doesn't know... That's more! Go back! Ah Yuan slowly said to his sister. As for the matter of the patriarch wearing a mask, Ah Yuan first solved his sister's doubts..."He suddenly stopped, paused, approached Su Liruo, and whispered: "The patriarch's mask has to be taken off by Ah Zhi himself when he is newly married..."

Rao is Su Liruo couldn't find anything similar to Feng Xuanyu from Han Cuoyu, in the past few days, she has gradually calmed down, and of course, she has become more and more lost. The sober heart made her not know where to go for a while!

However, when A-Yuan's words came into her ears, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, and then stiffened her back, and her heart was a little tingling.

Mu Zhi is dressed in a milky white dress, with a transparent and silvery white appearance, showing a sassy and elegant beauty.

Mu Zhi's eyebrows are heroic, her eyes are clear, her nose is straight and small, her beaded lips are like Shun, she is also graceful and elegant, and she is charming and elegant, showing her delicate and heroic posture.

Su Liruo thought of Yadan again, no, Mu Zhi was more like the momentum of her sister and Yadan.

Mu Zhi stepped forward, held her hand, pointed to the two white horses under the pine tree at the door and said, "It's not early, hurry up and set off, so as not to miss the auspicious time." ”

Su Liruo lowered her eyes, as if intentionally or unintentionally, she glanced at her palm holding her hand, and a faint warm air entered Su Liruo's cold palm.

She looked up, bowed her head slightly, and without leaving a trace, she withdrew her hand and jumped onto the horse.

Mu Zhi seemed to be slightly stunned, smiled with relief, swept on the horse, whipped his hooves, and took Su Liruo to the Songfeng altar ten miles away.

Su Liruo has never left the wooden house, and it is also the first time she has experienced the scenery of Muyun Mountain since she fell to Muyun Mountain for more than a month.

At the end of autumn and early winter, it is cold and cold, two white horses one after the other, galloping in the wind on the mountain and forest paths, and the two figures are between the beautiful peaks and mountains, both elegant and free, flying with a light posture, blending into the clear cold wind.

The Songfeng altar is built on the top of the peak, with slight smoke, hazy fog, faint mountains, heavy tree shadows, clouds and frost sky.

Mu Zhi took Su Liruo to the rock valley at the bottom of Songfeng, jumped off the horse, and threw the reins to the man in black with the spear.

Su Liruo glanced at it, and saw dozens of black-clothed people holding spears and robes at the sentry in the rock valley. They all had strange faces, red eyes and rat noses, pointed cheeks and black lips, but their bodies were thick and short, like barrels.

Su Liruo swept it in a hurry and secretly discussed: No wonder Ah Yuan said that the clansmen advocate the concept of beauty, and such a strange appearance and body shape are really eye-opening.

Su Liruo followed Mu Zhi, shuttling through the wooden chain of the cableway, stepping on the floating and shaking cableway, and the wooden chain under her feet creaked, like a crisp sound of breaking.

Su Liruo pressed a worried heart and calmly walked through the cableway.

At the end of the ropeway, there is a peak of Songfeng, and the altar is towering into the sky, looming.

Su Liruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glanced back, and looked through the cracks in the wooden chains, but it was a bottomless abyss.

She shuddered slightly, and withdrew her gaze. Walking up the mountain to a flat and lush grassland, she was stunned.

On the grassland, the man in the robe and the black man are in the outer circle of three circles, and the woman in the long robe and the woman in white is the middle circle of three circles. These people sat cross-legged, their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, their mouths squirming slightly, and chanting words in a low voice.

In the circle sat dozens of old men in black robes and dozens of women in gray and white robes in gray and white robes.

In the middle circle sat Han Cuoyu, who was in a silver mask, and behind him were twelve young men in black costumes, and Ah Yuan was one of them.

Although Su Liruo had learned from Ah Yuan about the full moon ceremony of the triennial sacrifice, she was still shocked. It's not just these black and oppressive people, they have words in their mouths, and their voices have changed from slight to small, from small to large, flooding like waves, and Su Liruo's ear holes are painful and dizzy.

What frightened her was that on the top of the peak, the altar was towering, and Su Liruo caught a glimpse of the erected altar, with flames burning everywhere, scurrying around the altar. And on the altar, in the flames, rough planks were erected, and the naked and stout man was bound, and the masked girl in white was tied to his back.

The two of them were bound close to each other, on the suspended board, and at their feet was the altar, and around the altar was a burning flame.

Su Liruo paused to breathe, she finally witnessed the record of the ancient scrolls and strange texts: the Wu clan, living in the mountains, separated from each other, mysterious and weird. It is rumored that the living were burned as sacrifices to pray for the blessing of Mianze.

It was too far away for her to see the pair of bound men and women hanging in the air, but she could imagine their pain.

A shiver hit Su Liruo's heart from the soles of her feet, she shook her head, and she came out, sweeping the altar, like the wind sweeping, suddenly floating.

Mu Zhi exclaimed, stretched out her hand to pull it away, but she didn't have time to touch it, Su Liruo rushed to the altar with a shadow, delicate like a butterfly flying, fluttering like a shock, white clothes, pure and flawless.

Mu Zhi's exclamation interrupted the crowd who were eagerly chanting the mantra, and suddenly stopped, and it was quiet, only the wind blew and the echo fell.

Everyone opened their eyes slowly at the same time, looking up, on the altar, Shun Shun was fluttering, white clothes and jade, but the scarlet shadow was directly affecting the pair of people hanging in the air on the altar, which made everyone gasp.

Han Cuo swept away his deep eyes, and what greeted him was the familiar shadow, just like the ethereal when he fell off the cliff.

In a flash, he soared into the air, swept close to the shadow, folded his hands around his waist, and spun longitudinally. Forcefully wiped away her hand that wanted to wave her palm to break the rope, and in an instant, the long-sleeved flying flotsam, the shadow placket, the lazy and soft, stunned the black and white majestic, and melted a simple and elegant cloud leisure, floating and unremarkable.