Outside the bamboo building on the southwest riverside, the sword clan witch guards surrounded this house that symbolized the power of the clan.

For thousands of years, this place has been the supreme power center of the Heishui River, and the majesty of the sacred Tong Jia clan shrouded this area.

But the current scene is a little special, hundreds of people staring at the building in front of them, waiting for the owner of the bamboo building to appear and hand over the authority of the millennium.

The ram and cosy stood at the front of the team ambitiously, their expressions indifferent, but they could not hide the excitement in their hearts.

He couldn't remember how many years the Ram clan had coveted the supreme authority of the Heishui River, and countless ancestors in the family had worked hard for it. This generation, he finally ushered in a rare opportunity.

Several clan witch guards carried the ram Yu on a stretcher to the bamboo tower, he wanted to see the appearance of the hidden witch with his own eyes, and see the extraordinary woman who blew the sound of heaven back then.

Ning Yun appeared in front of the railing on the second floor, flanked by three loyal guards.

On the periphery, the menacing big black blocked a group of careerists who forced the palace, and the huge body of the black python blocked the ram and the party.

Ning Yun didn't seem flustered, but he was indifferent to the warmth and coldness of the people in this world, and touched the cold wind in the seedling land in his heart. Once upon a time, when Grandma Tong Jia Muqiu was alive, who had the courage to besiege here.

"Ram He, what are you trying to do here?" Ning Yun asked sharply.

The cold wind of winter was blowing, and the ruthlessness of the magnates of the Miao Land was exhausted, telling the lack of greed in people's hearts, and he was finally going to rebel.

Ram and Shu squinted their eyes, disdainful of talking to Ning Yun, and asked lightly, "Let that girl come out, I've been hiding for ten years, and our Ram family and their Tong Jia clan should have an end." ”

Ram Yu struggled to get up on the stretcher, desperate to see that beautiful woman for the first time, and now that his heart was full of the shadow of the great witch, was she going to come out?

"Bold, ram old horseman!" Ning Yun was angry and glared angrily at the ram and cocoon.

"The Ram clan and the Tong Jia clan have supported each other for generations, and they have been extremely rich and respected, and you yourself are deeply favored by Grandma Muqiu, and you have all the skills to learn from her old man, but you open your dim old eyes and see what you are doing today."

"Persecuting her juniors, bullying widows and widows, and coveting the authority of the Heishui River, is this what you, as an apprentice, should do? It's really a lack of people's hearts, and they are shameless and unkind. Ning Yun cursed incessantly for a moment, venting the resentment in his heart.

The gale wind kicked up patches of dust, and in the silent scene, only Ning Yun cursed endlessly, but it seemed so pale and powerless, like a person's struggle before death, and no one would pay attention to it again.

The glory of the Great Witch has been worn out at this moment, and the eyes of the clan guards only have the ram and the comfort, not the July who is far away from the core of the power of the Miao people.

In the queue, Si Bo and High Priest Jiayi followed the large army behind the ram and coward, Ning Yun couldn't bear it and turned to scold, "You two old things are the same, in the future on the Huangquan Road, how will you have the face to face the immortal Grandma Tong Jia, and now instead help the old thief of the ram to seize the authority of my girl, and dare to show your face here, although I am a little girl, I also feel disdainful for you." ”

The two of them looked embarrassed and unconsciously squeezed into the crowd, feeling guilty.

The ram and the cozy face were expressionless, not arguing or careless, and still repeated coldly, "Finished scolding? Tell the girl to come out. ”

The witch guards drew their swords out of their sheaths, intimidating Ning Yun and the girls in the bamboo building.

The birds flying high in the sky quickly moved away from the Heishui River region, and the thick dark clouds of the clouds slowly gathered, and the breath was ethereal and oppressive.

"Zheng~"

Melodious ancient songs, heavy notes are ethereal, and high-pitched strings suddenly sound.

Above the nine skies, the fairy sound Qingle faintly appeared in the clouds and the wind.

The rhyme of the nine-stringed piano cuts through the chaotic world, and instantly breaks the silence around it.

The disheartened tune, through the wind and frost of the winter depression, quietly broke into the solemn space in front of the bamboo building.

The cycle of the four seasons, the withering of plants and trees, is condensed in this season, and the mournful music resounds.

One string and one tune, one song and one rhyme, soaked with the hostess of the bamboo building for the vicissitudes of eternity.

Bit by bit, it dissolves the inner anger of the witch guards, infecting this black water river that has been flowing for thousands of years.

Ning Yun's forehead was soothed, and a smile faded out, easily admiring the beautiful rhyme of the ancient strings, "Nine-string sound, all the sounds are silent." The girl finally played the first string perfectly. ”

The nine strings are shocking, depicting and depicting the hearts of all living beings, and the clear sound of the song washes and purifies the dirty soul.

The humble people were amazed to feel the ebb of the seasons, and the strong and indestructible thoughts were slowly dissolving as the notes of the waves shook their hearts.

In front of them are holy and immaculate snow-capped mountains, towering mountains and mountains. Under the peaceful and cold sunshine, the small anger in my heart turned into wisps of dust.

Under the majestic posture of nature, the resistance of human beings is still insignificant.

The mountains look up, and July is like the holy snow-capped peaks.

The beautiful nine-string music was infected, and the swords and soldiers of the peripheral tribesmen collapsed.

Ram and Cozy gradually saw through the pursuit of fame and fortune in their hearts, and a scene appeared in front of them, Tong Jia Muqiu's earnest teachings and nurturing kindness, and infinite guilt arose.

He wavered, for this piece was not supposed to belong to the world.

Nine-string sound, there are songs without words, but the words are full of eternal vicissitudes, and all living beings are in various states.

No, I can't do this, he's obviously a little girl, how can I surrender to her. Ram and Cozy struggled to control his mind, the string sound had an infinite magic, and he forced it out of his ears to keep it out of his mind.

"The old man has been preparing for a rainy day for many years, how can you be persuaded to retire with a song, girl." The ram and the cozy said to the girl in the bamboo building, and couldn't help but sigh secretly that it was so thrilling.

The voice was heavy, carrying the power of the clan's witch to control nature, and the sound penetrated the space, resisting the curling sound of the piano.

The sound of the nine strings gradually stopped, the tune rested halfway, and there was silence inside and outside the bamboo building!

The hearts of the people in the audience also fell into a dead silence with the end of the tune, and now they are more and more looking forward to the appearance of the girl in the bamboo building, and the graceful strings are even better than the seven rhythms of the year.

Now, this kind of natural sound presents a different posture, performed on the banks of the Heishui River, the people's mood is throbbing in a trance, and a pair of eyes are staring at the hidden bamboo gate.

A moment later, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the inner room, the hidden bamboo door opened softly, and the cold wind outside the house suddenly stopped.

A pretty figure gradually appeared in front of the door, wearing a snow-white fox fur, and the innocent girl stood barefoot in front of the clansmen.

"After several years of wind, snow and frost, July has grown in the past ten years, and it has come and gone. Grandpa Ram, you are old, you have worked hard for the Miao people of Heishui River, the people of the July Dynasty and the immortal Grandma Tong Jia are grateful for your kindness and thank you for the management of Heishui River. July said modestly.

The posture of the city, the appearance of the sun and the moon, and the appearance of Peugeot in July are deeply engraved in the memory of Miao people.

Who can give birth to such a peugeot;

Whose girl can have such an extraordinary temperament as a big witch.

The crowd was full of admiration, admiration, and love, and discussions.