My name is Yan Ji, and my mother is the high priest of the Chiyou tribe, who admires women as heaven and men as earth, and some men who have made mistakes will become pariahs, and they can be beaten and given away at will.

I'm glad that my mother was a priest, and I was respected by the commoner women of the tribe.

I didn't have to go out hunting, all I did every day was to stay in the cave and prepare things for my mother's sacrifices.

The only chance I could communicate with the outside world was my sister, who would bring me news from outside the cave or even outside the tribe.

From the Yellow Emperor's tribe coming to negotiate peace, to the leader declaring war with eighty people who were unwilling to submit to the Yellow Emperor's tribe, everything was what I listened to my sister.

At the time of the final battle of Zhuolu, the mother ascended to the altar and danced a dance begging for victory, but everyone in the tribe knew that the general trend was gone, and more and more people defected to the Yellow Emperor tribe.

My mother insisted on finishing the jump, put on my battle robe, and let me go with the leader.

What started out as a struggle for the Central Plains, which was suitable for grazing and shallow farming, turned into a war between the gods.

The situation has become uncontrollable, floods, torrential rains, droughts, and heavy casualties in our tribe, and the leader cannot bear to see the people of his tribe again, sacrificed by providence, and is determined to surrender.

My mother secretly hid the book and lobbied the loyal dead soldiers of various tribes, so that I could disguise myself as Chiyou and fight back again.

The fierceness of the war has left the entire Chiyou tribe with little left, and in order to end the war, the leader must apologize for his crimes.

Mother stopped it, and used evil magic to train our only remaining dead soldiers into an iron wall, without knowing the pain, and let me die under the sword of the Yellow Emperor as a leader.

My mother promised to resurrect me, and I wandered around, wandering, and wandering, and I didn't know how long it took me to move.

But everyone doesn't give me a chance to explain, I'm not Chiyou, I'm a martyr, I have nothing to listen to my explanation, they just want me to revive Chiyou's lineage and live for faith.

But they are afraid of me, afraid that my appearance will be ruined, to put it bluntly, it is all for their own selfishness.

The Chiyou tribe must be revitalized, but whoever is the king can be, it is best to be your own descendant as the king, and then seal me for the heavens, only the mother, has been trying to resurrect the real leader.

It's just that every generation can't be found, and the leader is like being removed from the world, leaving not even a trace.

My mother still hasn't given up, I'm still trying to find it for 5,000 years, and I want to fulfill my mother's wish, kill the traitor of the year, revive Chiyou, and resurrect the leader.

"It turns out that there was a Ma Bao man in ancient times, and he is quite pitiful." Jiuya regrets that it is also very sad to have a mother who does not conform to the development of the times.

"The first time he was resurrected, it was his sister's descendants who helped him lift the seal, he relied on hatred, singled out the entire Yandi tribe, and the bones burned by the Yandi were gone, and then he was sealed by our branch as Chiyou, generation after generation."

"So where did the real Chiyou go? If the head that made trouble was a martyr, and Emperor Yan had already destroyed him, then who did Emperor Yan enter the bronze mirror with? So what am I keeping? ”

"We were cheated by our ancestors?" Soul Sheng listened to Jiuya's analysis, and he was confused, and who could explain all this.

"The two sides fought for whether the woman was in charge or the man was in charge, and there were so many problems left in the end, it's a good day, but if you have to resurrect this and resurrect that, you should really classify these resurrection spells as forbidden arts."

"It would be nice if these old monsters who have lived for thousands of years think like this, they are too dead-eyed, otherwise they won't hurt me and suffer you, and the whole Jiang family will be restless." Soul Sheng also sighed that the ancestors of the dead eyes were very harmful.

"But now at least I know a little bit, your ancestor is the descendant of Sister Yanji, and he is the one who wants to resurrect Chiyou, but later he became a king himself, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."

"Your ancestors are not much better, if they weren't developed into an internal response by the Nine Heavens Xuannu, would it be necessary to leave one person here for each generation to guard this broken bronze mirror." Soul Sheng was unceremonious, and Jiuya scolded each other's ancestors.

"That's not all the harm of war, conform to the times, recognize how good the patrilineal clan society is, and stick to the matrilineal clan society, and as a result, the tragedy of the entire Jiang family has been completed." Jiuya was unwilling to be pressed by Soul Sheng, and continued to fight back.

"They're all done, okay, now how to deal with the of the dead, so as not to really resurrect Chiyou."

"Look at your extra memory, Chiyou should be a good person, sympathetic to his people, even if he is resurrected, he shouldn't make any big trouble."

"Cousin, you are really naïve, so many years of life experience have taught me that it is easy for people to think badly, not to mention this sacrifice, she provokes it casually, and Chi You becomes bad in minutes."

"How old are you, and do you have life experience...... Eh, I remembered that the Mo family once gave me a painting. Jiuya wanted to complain about Soul Sheng even more, and suddenly remembered the painting of the Mo family.

Jiuya ran to the counter and took out the scroll, "I haven't dared to open this painting, it feels like a Pandora's box, and something bad will happen if you open it." ”

"Then don't open it, women's sixth sense is often terrifying."

"It seems to be too, then don't open it, and draw whatever you like." Jiuya felt that what Soul Sheng said made sense, and took the scroll back to the counter.

"Pick it up! Pick it up! Answer the phone! Jiuya told Soul Sheng about herself in her dream, which may have traveled to the future, but her mobile phone rang inappropriately at this time.

"Liang Sheng? How are you? Jiuya was a little surprised to see that the caller ID was Liang Sheng.

"Is the dust there?"

"Yes, in a coma, are you looking for him?"

"Comatose? You hit him? ”

"Why should I hit him? It's him...... It's a bit complicated, so it's hard to explain to you. ”

"You don't have to explain to me, just tell me where he is now."

"It's in the hotel, otherwise where else can I go." As soon as Jiuya finished speaking, Liang Sheng appeared at the staircase with a tool kit.

"You're downstairs, and you still need to call me?" Jiuya hung up the phone and complained about Liang Sheng.

"Where's the dust?"

"In my own room." Jiuya pointed to the dusty door, and Liang Sheng rushed in with tools.

"Oops! What are you doing? Brother Fuchen has cheated you before, and now you want to take the opportunity to take revenge on him, right? Soul Sheng hurriedly ran over, followed Liang Sheng into the dusty room, and grabbed Liang Sheng.

"Let go! The matter between me and the floating dust has been settled. Liang Sheng looked at Soul Sheng with disgust.

"Wait!"

"What's the matter with you?" Liang Sheng tried his best to put on a fake smile and looked at Jiuya.

"Liang Sheng, I guessed right, what you're looking for isn't floating dust, right...... You're looking for Cheng Zhifei. Jiuya said Cheng Zhifei's name, and Liang Sheng's reaction immediately became unnatural.

"Hehe, what Cheng Zhifei, I don't know him at all." Liang Sheng's eyes were flustered, and he looked around randomly, deliberately avoiding Jiuya's eyes.

"You don't have enough confidence to speak, and you don't know each other yet."

"Okay, even if I'm looking for Cheng Zhifei, where is he now?" Liang Sheng knew that his painting was exposed, and he didn't hide it, and he directly confronted Jiuya.

In the guest room, he was also injured, and his memory ......" Before Jiuya finished speaking, Liang Sheng had already rushed to the guest room.

"I'm not done yet! What about the ten rooms, do you know which one? ”

"Which one?"

"It's the one next to you."

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