The quaint bluestone road recounts the long history of the Heishui River for thousands of years.

The residents here have lost count of how many generations ago, when the deserted black seedlings of southern Yunnan began to pave every street of the village with bluestone.

The storm on the eve of the festival was surging, and the fiery eyes of countless young people in the clan were focused on the highlight of the colonel's post-colonel's selection.

Once in a wealthy family, the nobles and honors the Quartet, which has become a topic of focus for unmarried young Miao people this season.

On the bloody night, the sacrifice of the Wu family of the Ram clan died, and the struggle for the power and power of the nobles in the clan became the talk of the streets and alleys. The ram and coward, who have always been high-profile and short, were silent.

It is believed that the death of a priest in the clan is a big deal, and surprisingly the two clan witches, as well as the great witch in the bamboo tower who does not care about the world, have chosen to remain silent. It's as if nothing ever happened.

The Gu insects raised by the residents around the high priest of Hongliang in the southeast corner disappeared mysteriously overnight, and all kinds of visions shrouded this peaceful Miao village.

Pedestrians walk on the bluestone road, the gentle pace is better than the daily tranquility, and the unknown abnormality is often confined to the night.

Zhu Beichen figured out one thing, and his thoughts flashed in his mind like blue light, he wanted to worship Hongliang as a teacher, he needed to learn the witch Gu of Miao Jiang, and the essence of the witch Gu was in the Heishui River Miao Land.

He opened the door of Hongliang's room, and Hongliang sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, "Coming?" He watched the movement in the room like a fire, and Zhu Beichen's appearance was not a surprise to him at all, as if he should have done this, and should have come to this room at this time.

"I, I want to worship you as a teacher, and ask me to teach me the magic of Miaodi." Zhu Beichen hesitated, paused between his words, knelt down on his knees, and couldn't help Hongliang answer, and bowed straight down.

He is well aware of the rules of Miaodi, and it is difficult to be accepted by Hei Miao as an outsider, so he can only bow down first. Until this moment, he didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to learn witch Gu, but he suddenly had this idea, and he was very urgent.

"You get up first, I'll ......" Hongliang didn't agree immediately, Zhu Beichen's heart was bumpy and uneasy, and secretly said Can you not be like this, do you really want to kneel three times and knock nine times to test?

"Tomorrow, I will arrange for three thousand to go to the back mountain, and you can go with him." Hongliang closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

The Heishui River is located between the mountains, and across the Heishui River is the Heimiaozhai Complex, behind which is a towering mountain peak. Hei Miao's residence is an extremely remote place, and what is there in the desolate back mountains?

In the southwest corner, in the bamboo building at the end of the bluestone road, in the incense-burning room, a nine-string guqin is placed on the piano platform. A pair of delicate jade fingers plucked the strings as thin as spider silk, and the slightest trace of crisp and ethereal piano sounded absolutely.

After the song, the branches and leaves outside the building are like wind and dust, and the soothing incense is overflowing. The woman who played the piano frowned, as if she was not very satisfied, the spider-silk strings were cold, and the face of the person who stroked the piano was beautiful and refined.

"This song has nine strings, the sound strings are high, the tune is easy to become, and the meaning is difficult to rhyme!" She shook her head helplessly, failing again. Even she herself forgot that this was the first time she tried to play the nine-string note, the scale accuracy, the plucking of the strings, the subtlety and evenness, the grasp was just right, but the strings that played out always failed to resonate with the frequencies of heaven and earth.

The seven-rhythm and nine-string tone is the most important to pay attention to the rhyme, the tune is easy to form, and the meaning of the song is difficult to find.

The score has been flowing in the Heishui River for thousands of years, with a total of 16 pieces of seven rhythms and nine strings, but no one has been able to evolve the meaning of the music for thousands of years, and even playing a piece in its entirety is a rare luxury.

As you can imagine, it is difficult to study the seven rhythms and nine strings. And Miao Di pays attention to the ascetic cultivation of witch Gu, and there are very few people involved in the music and rhythm, and there are even fewer people who are proficient.

But she is different, when Tong Jia Muqiu died ten years ago, she handed over this supreme score to her for the first time and asked her to practice diligently.

Ten years later, she learned that the rhyme of this legendary sound is the secret seven-rhythm and nine-string sound of the ancient Jiuli clan. She lived up to her grandmother's expectations, and at the beginning of this year, the sound of the seven laws has been completed, and the empty stream is ringing!

The reputation of the Jiuli clan witch Gu is outside, and the world only knows the Miao Jiang witch Gu, but they don't know the rhyme of Jiuli. In the past ten years, she suddenly understood her grandmother's intentions, the supreme witchcraft of the Jiuli clan does not exist in the poisonous Gu snake ants, the supreme rhythm integrates the frequency of nature, and she understands the withering glory of a flower, grass and tree in the world, which is the origin of the rise of the witch clan in ancient times.

From sacrifice to witchcraft, the most important point is the understanding of the mysterious power of nature.

It was also in the past ten years that she studied the music diligently, and gradually understood the way of the Wu clan with the music rhythm, and only in the tenth year did she fulfill the prophecy of Tong Jia Muqiu and achieve the position of the great witch.

"Girl, let's stop practicing, there are just a few tracks over and over again, and you've been playing them for ten years." Ning Yun grabbed Da Wu's weak and smooth little hand in distress and kneaded it, and the sharp strings sewn out of his fingers actually carved a bloody mark.

Where did Ning Yun know what she was worried about, the seven-law and nine-string sound covered all the music and rhythms in the world. The sound of the Seven Laws Lord's Netherworld Corpse Awakening Gu, played once every time the sacrifice was refined, at the cost of burning the life essence of the musician. And the meaning of the nine-string music is in line with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Dao Method, so that the curse of the world can be calmed.

She secretly felt that maybe she only had three years, and she couldn't understand the seven rhythms and nine strings in three years, and she and that person only had three years of life. The Great Witch itself exists by comprehending the destiny of the Heavenly Dao, just like Tong Jia Muqiu in the past to comprehend life and death.

The ancient Jiuli tribe, the origin can be traced back to the more ancient prehistoric Wu clan, the whimsical recipe, the way of heaven and the truth are all carefully studied and explored by the Wu clan of that generation, summarized into a document, and passed down to this day. This seven-rhythm and nine-string song was handed down by Ruofan, the wife of a generation of ancestor Wu You.

She seemed to be talking to herself, and Ning Yun listened with a hesitant expression.

"Ruofan could only play the seven rhythms back then, otherwise the ancestor of Jiuli Chiyou would not have died." The witch's slightly sad gaze was tinged with sadness.

The jade fingers slipped off the strings, and the rows of clean sound vibrate!

"Girl, the Priest of Hanmo has died...... Ning Yun did not close his words, and the great witch who stroked the qin replied calmly, "I already know! ”

"The night of the Heishui River is extremely unpeaceful, maybe even my bamboo building is not very peaceful, you need to pay attention at night in the future."

Ning Yun looked puzzled, could there be something that even a girl would be afraid of?

"That sect witch sent Mo Yu girl to ask, girl, what do you mean?"

"Let's wait until this year's festival is over."

She got up slowly, walked to the window, and outside the house was the morning light building, and the lazy black was still curled up on the ground, spitting out letters from time to time. The corners of her mouth grinned slightly, and a mouthful of clean and bright white jade teeth bloomed in the sun.