Zhu Beichen has already died once, and he personally did it. Han Qingxin has seen this boy's perseverance, his will to survive is very strong, he cherishes life more than anyone else, living is his greatest pursuit, it was, even if he is experiencing so many hardships now, he still hopes to live. Han Qingxin couldn't let him die a second time, she definitely couldn't do it, even if it was to fight for her own life.

Sanqian didn't answer, he was still looking forward to Zhu Beichen's answer.

"Is Granny Tong Jia Muqiu still alive?" Zhu Beichen asked a nonsensical word, which had nothing to do with the question of three thousand.

Three thousand eyes suddenly lit up, he was thinking about this name, how did this Han man know this name?

On the banks of the Heishui River, the level of Hei Miao's Gu art is divided according to ability, and those who are beginners are called Gu disciples, and they learn to cultivate Gu with the help of the Gu masters in the clan.

A year later, according to the progress of personal practice, the art of Gu control will be taught, and when dealing with Gu things, you must first ensure that you are not harmed by Gu worms, so the initial Gu control learning is a very important process.

After ten years of going through this, after the Gu disciples have cultivated the Gu cultivation and Gu control technique to the point of perfection, they will start the third step of Gu learning.

Shi Gu, that is, to cast Gu techniques on others, before reaching this level, Gu disciples need to know pharmacological knowledge and insect habits to a certain extent, according to individual talents, the time of each process is different.

Only after completing the steps of Gu Shi and being tested by at least two or more Gu Masters in the clan can you be qualified to become a qualified Gu Master.

And Sanqian's current status is that of a Gu Master, he has been studying with his grandfather since he was ten years old, and it has been a full seven years now.

And the annual festival of sacrifice, on the bank of the Heishui River, in addition to sacrificing to the ancestors of Chiyou, is the time to test the Gu ability of the people in the clan.

The general concept of foreigners is that the people of Miao Land are only good at Gu poison, but in fact, this is a very one-sided view, at least most of the Miao people.

But the black seedling has a stricter boundary division, above the Gu master is the shaman, through the essence and blood of the creatures between heaven and earth to the ghosts and gods with the help of power, to communicate with the mysterious existence in nature, with the help of the power of nature, to achieve this step is the shaman.

In Miao Jiang, being able to become a shaman is the most noble honor, and it is respected and admired by the Black Miao people, while there are very few Gu masters who can successfully advance to the rank of shaman, and there is not one in ten.

Above the priest is the more respected high priest, to this level, there is also the qualification to preside over the Black Miao sacrifice, to be the annual festival can preside over the sacrifice of the Miao land, in this generation of Heishui River Miao people, there are only three high priests.

Miao people who have reached this level have a more powerful sense of perception, and can perceive the power of nature with their minds, and use celestial phenomena, wind and rain, and thunder. Each high priest is the treasure of the Heishui River seedling land, and is worshiped and revered by the clansmen.

The last level is witchcraft. Legend has it that the Miao people are the descendants of Chiyou in ancient times, and the tribe where Chiyou belongs is the Jiuli tribe. In ancient times, the process of witchcraft was far more advanced than it is today, and there were countless wizards in the clan, who represented the supreme witchcraft inheritance of the Jiuli clan.

Since Zhuolu was defeated, Chiyou died. The Jiuli clan fell apart, and as the direct descendants of Chiyou, they hid in southern Xinjiang, and since then, the art of witchcraft has gradually declined, and the witch, as the highest inheritance of witchcraft, has gradually become scarce.

The black seedlings on the banks of the Heishui River are the direct bloodlines left by Chiyou back then, and they have been passed down to this day. Even so, in this series of black seedlings, there are only two wizards, but they are already a legendary existence.

After that, there is only the great witch that exists in ancient mythology, and in the thousands of years of black Miao culture after the defeat of the Jiuli tribe, there have only been five witches, and the great witch has never appeared so far.

No one knows what level of power the Great Witch has reached. In fact, Wu and Gu are different inheritances, but they are closely related to each other, you need to start from Gu first, before you can reach the realm of Wu, take advantage of the wind and rain, stargazing and carrier, this is the ability of Wu.

And Tong Jia Muqiu, this is a name that shocks Miao Jiang. More than 100 years ago, he inherited the Black Miao Holy Land and inherited the position of Miao Jiang wizard on the banks of the Heishui River.

Before her, there had been no witches in the Blackwater River for hundreds of years. Therefore, she is the pride of the Heishui River for nearly a hundred years, and her name has been remembered by future generations.

Sanqian grew up listening to Tong Jia Muqiu's name since he was a child, and he knew what this name represented, which was the existence of Hei Miao and even the entire Miao Land. Tong Jia Muqiu and the current owner of the bamboo building are also a strip of water, and the relationship is very close.

"Bold, is that your lord's name you can shout?" Three thousand can't calm the nervousness of admiration, that name is taboo in Miao Jiang, it is an existence that cannot be called by name, and it is the ancestor who will tremble when he hears her name.

"I just want to be sure of one fact, please let me know." Zhu Beichen's attitude is extremely sincere, without a trace of playfulness, serious and straightforward, so serious that people can't refuse.

"That lord passed away ten years ago." Three thousand tears flashed in his eyes, and Zhu Beichen, who was a Han Chinese, naturally couldn't understand the mood of their Miao people. Tong Jia Muqiu has long been a god in the minds of every Heishuihe Miao people, and the people's admiration and respect for her has reached an unparalleled level.

When Tong Jia Muqiu was alive, in southern Yunnan, or even in the entire land of Yunnan, no one dared to encroach on the Miao people on the banks of the Heishui River, and no one dared to cross the banks of the Heishui River without permission.

Under Tong Jia Muqiu's more than 100 years of painstaking management and cultivation, Hei Miao will have two wizards and three high priests at the same time in the same period.

It is true that Tong Jia Muqiu is great in the minds of Miao Min, even if she has passed away, her name is an existence that cannot be desecrated.

And since Tong Jia Muqiu's death, because the two wizards and the three high priests in the clan are all from her disciples, and they have been taught by her, they have continued to serve the heirs she left behind as the master of the seedling land on the banks of the Heishui River, that is, the adult in the bamboo building, her ability is even far above Tong Jia Muqiu.

"Okay, I see, thank you for telling me." Zhu Beichen slowly exhaled the breath he was holding, he was ten years late, and Tong Jia Muqiu had already passed away. The Book of the Emperor is still illusory, out of reach.

The interpretation of Jin Wentuo is even more distant. His only lifesaver was Tong Jia Muqiu, and she died.

When Lao Xu mentioned this person, the facial expression was complicated. When Lao Xu was a young man, when he first came to Miaodi, Tong Jia Muqiu was already a generation of wizards in the Mighty Dian Land, and she left a deep impression on Lao Xu.

It was a very kind old man, Lao Xu was honored not to see the old man make a move in Miao Jiang, but he had seen a shaman in Heishui River show his methods, and he remembered it very well. What kind of existence is Tong Jia Muqiu above this shaman's means? Zhu Beichen came here with this expectation.

It took him a long time to calm down, the grip of fate was ruthless, and the three thousand waited patiently. Zhu Beichen looked at Qijian, and then turned to Han Qingxin, "Silly girl, what are you crying about, I was destined to die early, and you can leave here if I die." ”