The woman in white floated to the ground, her eyes meeting Ding Jun.

"Snow night." Ding Jun let out a low scream. Reuniting with Xue Wan in such a strange place was something he never expected. According to common sense, he was fascinated by the mirage and rushed forward, and when he woke up, he should be in the turbulence of the cold Xiangquan River. And for the snow night that he never forgot in his heart, at this moment, it was "stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, and it took no effort to get it".

"It's me." Xue Wan responded softly.

Ding Jun couldn't help it, took a few steps quickly, and arrived in front of Xue Wan.

"Xue Wan, treat Ding Jun well, he is the most honored guest in our women's city for a hundred years......" The woman's voice came from afar.

Xue Wan's eyes suddenly had a slight tear, turned around, and bowed to the white hall in the distance.

Ding Jun could see that Xue Wan was respectful and afraid of that woman, and was very obedient.

"We meet again." Ding Jun sighed.

"yes, I didn't expect you to keep chasing here." Xue Wan was also very emotional. Her clothes are completely different from when she was in Torintown, white clothes are better than snow, and she is like a fairy, more and more like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

She led Ding Jun slowly down the steps and through the depths of the house.

"Where is this?" Ding Jun asked.

He felt that he was currently in a deep valley surrounded by cliffs, and the height difference from the soles of his feet to the peak was so great that every time he looked up, he felt like he was sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Xue Wan replied frankly: "We call this place the 'Women's City', and in the logs of some explorers, we are called the 'Guge Relics' or the 'Zhangxiong Relics', but that provocation is not appropriate. We are actually the descendants of the female barracks of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom during the Qing Dynasty, after the Nanjing Incident, the Yiwang Shi Dakai left Beijing, took all the female barracks of the Yijun, and marched west with the army. In the battle of Dadu River, the righteous army was besieged by the Qing army on all sides, and the king of Yi ordered the twelve warriors of the cavalry battalion under his command to kill a bloody road to the west, escorting the female battalion to escape, and died at the end of the world, crossing the Tibetan mountains and rivers, and reaching the foot of the Himalayas in the western part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The exact location is in a deep valley in the middle of a Himalayan ridge, far away from areas of explorer activity, and difficult to reach from normal routes. ”

It was precisely because Ding Jun and Fang Qing had done a comprehensive analysis of Wing King Shi Dakai before, so when he heard Xue Wan say this, he was neither surprised nor confused.

In the women's barracks of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, there are sisters, nephews, daughters, and granddaughters of the kings, so they are the cronies of the rebel army, and every time they face a big battle, they will be properly taken care of. The Wing King took the female barracks out of Beijing, ostensibly breaking up and running angrily, and analyzed it at a deeper level, but did you know if the kings deliberately made such an arrangement? Without the fetters of the women's barracks, the rebels who stayed in Tianjing could let go of their hands and feet and fight to the death with the Qing army.

In Xuewan's narrative, that long history is condensed into a few brief fragments, in fact, the world does not ask about the process, only looks at the results, and judges heroes by success or failure. In this sense, the Taiping Rebellion was a complete failure. Its rise is also vigorous, and its death is also sudden, which has achieved a story of anticlimactic and snake-tailed.

Ding Jun observed the houses and was surprised to find that all the houses were carved out of large stones as a whole. From a distance, it looks like a big mushroom suddenly appearing on the ground, connected to the earth and inseparable. The interior of the house is hollowed out of boulders, and the cutting is incredible.

"For as long as I can remember, these buildings have existed, a unique structure that is unique in the world, and people from outside will be amazed when they come in." Snow night introduced.

"They're really beyond human comprehension, they're amazing." Ding Jun sighed.

In fact, there were people in the house, but everyone was silent. The men were all dressed in coarse cloth robes, with braids on their heads, their expressions calm and their movements gentle.

After looking at more than a dozen houses, Ding Jun finally understood the meaning of "women's city", it turned out that all the people living here were all women.

"As described in the daughter country described in the novelist Wu Chengen's book "Journey to the West", there are only women here, and it has been like this for hundreds of years. The tribe's method of reproduction is to send a dozen young people outside every year to wait until they are pregnant with a fetus before returning. If a child girl is born, she is added to the clan and raised by the high priest and brought up to adulthood. If it is a baby boy, he will put it in a bamboo basket and float it out along the dark river, or live or die, leaving it to fate, and it has nothing to do with the women's city from then on. Such rules have been handed down from the ancestors, and no one can change them, and those who violate them will either be summarily executed or exiled to the River of Death," Xue Wan continued.

The section on the daughter country in "Journey to the West" is the most talked about by storytellers, because the country's citizens love men from other places the most. Once in the past, the man can hug left and right, and fall into the gentle countryside forever. Maybe all the men in the world are looking forward to entering that kind of pink world.

"The one who just left, the High Priest?" Ding Jun asked.

He is not interested in the reproduction of the women's city, but in quickly gathering useful information to get himself out of the dangerous circle.

Xue Wan nodded: "That's right."

"So, where do we go now?" Ding Jun kept in mind the direction of the route as he walked forward.

"The High Priest wants me to entertain you well, and sincerely invites you to stay for a long time and become a member of the Women's City. So, now I'm going to take you to the Scroll Museum and learn about the history of the Women's City. This tribe does not only live here, but is distributed in five places similar to this place, named 'Heaven, Earth, King, Qin, and Shi', which are arranged in the shape of five-petaled plum blossoms in the depths of the Himalayas, and are connected to each other by a tunnel at the bottom of the mountain. This is the 'Junbu', which belongs to the supreme command area of the clan, and the bank of the Xiangquan River that welcomes you into the women's city is the 'Qinbu'......"

As they spoke, the two entered a large house covered with murals on all sides. Because the walls of the house are stone walls, the murals are carved directly on the walls, and then sketched with fine brushes of various colors to make a lifelike scroll. Each mural is about three meters wide and two meters high, and the characters in the picture are intricate and completely narrative.

Ding Jun counted carefully, there are 25 murals, but there is a blank space in front of the first one, and there is also a blank space behind the twenty-fifth painting. He could guess that those places would also become part of the scroll in the future, but he had not yet decided what to chisel or paint on them.

The first of the mural depicts the sunset over the long river and the fierce battle between the two armies. Just looking at the armor styles of the two armies, Ding Jun understood that it was the battle of the Dadu River between the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Righteous Army and the Qing Army. The most conspicuous thing in the picture is that there is a tall and thin general in armor and riding a white horse on the side of the rebels, who is rising up and flying in the air. He had a pair of gray-white wings that were half-stretched under his ribs, and his shape was striking. As a rough estimate, the wingspan is almost seven meters or more when fully extended, and it is covered with thick feathers. The painter's pen is vigorous, and when the tip of the pen rises and falls, the surging murderous aura emanating from the general's whole body is not leaked.

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