Zong Zheng Qingrong also waved at the four Miao Wu guards and retreated the four.

The four Miao Wu guards understood, and withdrew from the house together with respectful faces.

Hongliang and Zongzheng Qingrong were selected by Tong Jia Muqiu and the second clan witch together to cultivate as disciples of the Black Miao Witch Gu Inheritance, and they were all Tong Jia Muqiu's personal disciples. Until Tong Jia Muqiu died.

Hongliang has never been able to break through the bottleneck of the high priest, and now he is still in front of the wizard's door, while Zongzheng Qingrong is even more talented, and has been promoted to the clan witch twenty years ago, honoring and dignitary.

Although the two are now brother and sister, they have long been different. When he saw Zongzheng Qingrong, he could only be honored as Lord Clan, and there was a difference in the number of seats.

Hongliang's mood that has not fluctuated for many years is once again high, and the clan witches are not easy to come out in the seedling field, and the two clan witches are accompanied by the highest bamboo building on the riverside every day, and the building complex is not far from their residence.

They were always at the side of the adult, and they visited late at night for a rare time in years. His mood at the moment was a little bumpy. He was waiting for instructions from the other party.

"After so many years, the one from the Ram family and I rarely come out to walk around the clan, and the health of your three high priests is fine."

Zong Zheng Qingrong's voice was peaceful, the ram lord in her mouth was another clan witch in the clan, and he was also a disciple of Tong Jia Muqiu back then, and now he is also one of the only two clan witches on the banks of the Heishui River, and his status is not beyond the reach of ordinary Miao people.

Hongliang heard that the other party was greeting him, he wanted to know the intention of Zongzheng Qingrong's late night visit, but he didn't dare to go against the other party's intentions, and nodded again and again and replied respectfully, "With the protection of the two clan witches and the adult, all these years, everything has been fine." ”

He picked up the teapot in front of the table, poured tea into the teacup, and the hand holding the handle of the pot shook slightly, and this scene completely fell into the eyes of Zongzheng Qingrong.

The night is cold, like water! The Pu'er in the cup is cold!

Only then did Hongliang realize that he had lost his manners, and the residual warmth of the tea had dissipated.

He took out a piece of rice wine from the corner of the house, lightly opened the dusty paper that had been sealed for many years, the mellow smell of wine overflowed, and the bowl in front of the table was full of sweet and sweet liquor.

Zong Zheng Qingrong dignified and politely picked up the ceramic bowl, took a sip, the sweet taste of rice wine soaked the lips and tongue, the degree of the wine was extremely high, and the entrance was spicy through the throat.

A bowl of pure pulp was drunk, the fiery wine rhyme penetrated deep into the internal organs, the temperature in her abdomen rose, and she nodded with satisfaction.

"I heard, three thousand, this kid just came back?" Zong Zheng Qingrong asked, his voice was old, but he did not lose the majesty of the clan witch.

"Lord Lao Wu has bothered, three thousand this child is really not worrying, thank you for still talking about him." Hongliang replied respectfully with a haha.

The doubts in his heart became heavier, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, these two clan witches, each of them was an extremely powerful existence. They are even more spicy when they look at words.

"I heard that when he came back, he almost landed the Nine Shadow Petals in that mountain?"

"The child doesn't know the depths, but fortunately, the clansmen arrived in time, and it's okay." Hongliang faintly felt that Zongzheng Qingrong's intentions tonight were not good, and he did not leave three thousand words.

With his status, no one in the clan dared to inquire about his family affairs like this. But the other party is Zongzheng Qingrong, and she is a wizard in the clan. Hongliang did not dare to be dissatisfied.

Zong Zheng Qingrong bowed slightly, as if confirming something. The conversation was interrupted, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Outside the house, the branches of the treetops, the evening breeze blows, and a dead leaf falls.

More than an hour passed, and Zong Zheng Qingrong took his leave. The door of the bamboo house was open, and four Miao Wu guards dutifully sanitated outside the bamboo house. Sanqian anxiously stamped back and forth in front of the bamboo tower, and the sudden arrival of the clan witch made him uneasy.

The old back of Zong Zheng Qingrong on crutches gradually disappeared into the night, and the four burly Miao Wei also followed.

Only then did the three thousand dare to withdraw and go back to the house. "Grandpa." Three thousand called softly.

Hongliang sat in the second room, on the bamboo bench. His face was pale, his breath was disorganized, his chest was heaving violently, and he was panting.

Sanqian hurriedly stepped forward to help Hongliang and patted him on the back, the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, and the pressure of the clan witch was so heavy.

Hongliang picked up a bowl of rice wine in front of the table, swallowed it gurglingly, the spicy smell of wine wrapped around his throat, and his mind calmed down.

Three thousand found that there was a wooden box left on the table at some point, the workmanship of the wooden box is excellent, it must have been left by the clan witch, three thousand thought secretly.

"Three thousand." Hongliang opened his mouth with difficulty to call this grandson, and his eyes were especially unwilling and afraid.

Three thousand resolute eyes looked at grandpa, this is not a good thing, what grandpa wants to say to himself must be beyond his expectations. He respected this old man, and Hongliang was extremely doting on Sanqian.

"Those three people in the water prison, you must not hurt them."

Hongliang paused, as if slowing his breath, "Let them go." ”

"Grandpa, this, why is that?" Three thousand words and one words, a stiff and decisive tone with questions and resentment. Could it be that Zongzheng Qingrong is here for those few people in the water prison?

What is this for, Zhu Beichen in the water prison is his only hope, even if the other two are released immediately, Zhu Beichen will be left alone.

Hongliang's arm was bruised, and his wrinkled dry hand slapped it between the bamboo tables, and then swayed slightly, and the table was actually reflected with hand prints, and the imprints were made into the bamboo.

Sanqian was shocked and speechless, and Hongliang was furious.

"Don't ask, be respectful tomorrow, invite the three of them to live in our house, and entertain them, and don't slack off."

After speaking, Hongliang picked up the wooden box in front of the table and turned back to the house. What was left for the three thousand was a bleak back. He didn't understand why his grandfather would suddenly change his words, and suddenly let himself let Zhu Beichen and his party go, and treat them like guests.

Sanqian felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the girl in his mind, far away, out of reach.

Before Hongliang closed the door, Sanqian was standing in the room in a daze, looking lonely, he couldn't bear to see his only grandson like this, but he had to warn again.

Hongliang understands the character of this grandson, and Sanqian loves someone he shouldn't love in his life. "Remember my words, you must not fight that Han idea again."

The door of the inner room creaked shut, and in the quiet and dark bamboo house, Hongliang and his party burst into tears, not that he was unwilling to help three thousand, but he had too much helplessness.

The words left by Zongzheng Qingrong, he had to be cautious and had to obey, because of the other party's status, because of the big man in the bamboo building.

He stared at the wooden box in his hand in a daze, and the tighter he hugged it. Three thousand, I hope this thing can help you.