A team walked out of the main building on the bank of the Heishui River, led by an elderly mother-in-law, and four accompanying Miao guards each carrying an oil lamp, towards the southeast of the village.

The bluestone-paved floor reflects the vicissitudes of this mountain village, and the bamboo buildings on both sides of the road are rarely lit, and the Miao people on the banks of the Heishui River have a regular schedule, and it has become a habit to go to bed early and get up early.

The three high priests on the banks of the Heishui River live in three directions of the village, and only two sorcerers are qualified to build the bamboo tower on both sides of the bamboo tower built by the river in the southwest corner as an arch guard.

There was a knock on the door outside the bamboo building of the 3,000 family, and in the Heimiao District, it is generally not easy to visit late at night, unless it is an extremely important event. The young man with the oil lamp knocked on the wooden door of the bamboo building, and the regular knocking sound called to the people in the house.

The knock on the door became impatient, the status of the Three Thousand Families was exalted on the banks of the Heishui River, and such a knock was obviously disrespectful to the master. He was a little annoyed, his original mood was already mixed.

The door was opened from the inside, and the three thousand were furious, and wanted to open their mouths to scold the one who knocked on the door. In front of the door was a burly and tall man, a head taller than three thousand, and his eagle-eyed eyes glared at three thousand coldly.

With the help of the lamp in the other party's hand, three thousand saw the appearance of the other party, the silver medal engraved with the words 'Zongzheng Qingrong' around his neck. He froze.

That's the symbol of the Qingrong Wizard's family, Miao Witch Guard!

In the Heishui River Miao District, where the three thousand are located, there are only two wizards and the Miao guards in the bamboo building in the riverside who are qualified to be equipped, and the selection of Miao guards is very strict, and they must be Gu masters, and they are strong and good at fighting.

Every year after the festival, the younger generations who are qualified to become Gu masters will still face a demanding selection trial, among which the ten most talented people will be determined to enter the Miao Witch Guard.

Eight out of ten will be fortunate enough to be assigned to the two Great Witches as escorts, following them to learn more advanced witchcraft techniques.

This is the supreme glory for every Miao people in Heishuihe, just like the lintel of the imperial examination. In the end, two people will become the personal guards of the adult in the bamboo tower.

The Heishui River Miao District covers an extremely wide area, living along the Heishui River Basin, and only ten outstanding people of 100,000 Hei Miao people can win this honor every year.

In the end, these Miao Witch Guards are naturally doubly respected in the Miao District, they represent the profound Gu art of the Miao Land, and the shamans on the banks of the Heishui River will also be born from this group of Miao Witch Guards in the future.

Their future is bright and their status is noble. Sanqian's grandfather, who is now the archpriest of the Miao clan on the banks of the Heishui River, was also born from Miao Wei back then, and he was fortunate to study under Tong Jia Muqiu, the old man of the Miao earthquake.

Even if Sanqian is the grandson of a noble high priest, after all, he is still a Gu disciple, so he naturally does not dare to make a mistake in front of Miao Wei. He bowed slightly, his demeanor with respect.

The Miao Wei squinted at the three thousand glances, his eyes showing disdain.

This is the status of the three thousand in their group of Miao Wei, many of the Miao Wei started to learn Gu art with the three thousand at the same time, and they are also Gu disciples.

Many years later, the outstanding people had already advanced to Miao Wei's queue, and their attitude towards the three thousand was disdainful. In this land, the learning and mastery of witch Gu represents identity and status.

They respected the grandfather of the three thousand, but looked down on the second ancestor, and the three thousand had an excellent master, the high priest they respected. However, Three Thousand is only a Gu disciple so far.

There was a faint look of resentment in Sanqian's heart, and it was this kind of contemptuous gaze that stimulated him more and more eager to succeed, and also strengthened his determination at this moment.

In the water prison, the Gu worm in Zhu Beichen's body, he must get it, the so-called miserly friendship is fragile and vulnerable.

Only the respectful gaze of the clansmen, the surrender from the bottom of their hearts, and the love of the girls' eyes flashing, that is what the three thousand want.

"Please come in." Sanqian's tone was humble, he didn't ask what he meant, and he was not qualified now. And they're not going to come looking for their own scrap.

The Miao Wei also ignored the three thousand hospitality, and his body dodged straight back. There were three more figures in the night, and the same silver medal of 'Zongzheng Qingrong' hung around their necks, and the silver medal glowed with a silvery luster through the soft moonlight.

The light is so dazzling, they represent the status symbol of the seedlings.

Four Miao Witch guards appeared at the same time! With such a specification layout, it is difficult for three thousand to hide the shock in their hearts. This is the only case when the clan wizard is traveling. Three thousand clan witches visit tonight!

Wizards are already a treasure-like existence for the Miao District on the banks of the Heishui River, and their status in the entire Black Miao Clan is second only to the Lord in the Bamboo Tower.

The two wizards have never traveled easily, even if it is a grandfather of three thousand, it is rare to see a wizard in the clan in a year, and ordinary people will not have a chance. It can be imagined from this that the excitement and excitement of Sanqian at this time are beyond words.

The two Miao Wei entered the house first and scanned the environment inside the house. San Qianying trembled in front of the door, lowering his head and not daring to raise his head. The sound of cicadas outside the bamboo building may no longer be frivolous due to the arrival of the wizard.

Night, cold, quiet.

A figure flashed outside the door, behind the two Miao Guards. It was an old woman with a kind and kind face, a terrifying temperament, and a supreme authority between the eyebrows.

On this night, the presence of Zongzheng Qingrong clan witch also made the sensitive Sanqian feel a little uneasy.

He would not think that the kindness hidden under the old man's kind face was kindness, the two wizards in the clan, each of them were extraordinary beings, and he was like an ant in front of them, with no sense of existence.

The coercion brought by Zongzheng Qingrong was severe and profound, and the three thousand trembling legs were unsteady on their feet, and they knelt down to express their respect for the clan witch, "The clan... Witch... Big... Person. His dexterous mouthpiece could not form a continuous sentence.

"You, is Grandpa there?" Zong Zheng Qingrong kindly looked at the young man in front of him, he knew three thousand, he was Hongliang's grandson, but this descendant was really not very angry. Zong Zheng Qingrong didn't pay much attention to him.

In one of the bedrooms in the bamboo building, the door is pulled open from the inside. Inside, the oil lamps lit up the dark walls.

The old man bowed slightly, expressing his respect for Zongzheng Qingrong. Miao Wei stood in the four corners of the bamboo house, his expression solemn and the atmosphere was solemn. Sanqian stood beside Hongliang, holding his breath and condensing, not daring to speak.

Zong Zhengqing smiled in return, which can be regarded as a return gift. Their identities in the Miao Land are different, even if they are the high priests of the clan, the clan witches can be dismissive. But Zongzheng Qingrong will not.

The two of them fell into priority and order, and Zong Zhengqing was in the main position, with a smile on his old cheeks. She looked at the three thousand, and Hongliang understood.

turned to Sanqian and said, you go out first.

Three thousand obediently immediately exited the door.