Ba City, the legendary witch god Heiyu who can heal the dead and flesh and bones, presided over the construction of the sacred city in his later years and became a god here, the holy place in the hearts of all witches, and the political center of witchcraft. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe entire city is built along the river, and because of the white witchcraft, even the most humble houses in the city are painted white, showing a striking beauty in the morning light.

As the holy city of witchcraft, after thousands of years of development, it is now the largest city in the Bashu Basin, the whole city is an irregular oval, the white city wall is nearly 40 miles in circumference, there are 5 city gates, and nearly 100,000 residents live in the city at any time.

This great city has been bustling for many years, with a constant stream of caravans and pilgrims arriving every day, and everyone who comes to this city will be amazed by its sacredness and beauty. Compared to these outsiders, every resident here has a natural pride and self-restraint, and as a member of the witch gods, they have never been afraid.

But at this time, everyone in the city was talking uneasily, they lowered their voices, and even stood on tiptoe when they walked, and every time their eyes accidentally slipped over the center of the city, their eyes would reveal worry, and the whole city fell into silence.

In the center of the city there is a large square, the floor of which is carved with carvings of the deeds of the ancestors, and the center is a circular building made entirely of marble, and the outer circle is lined with stone columns carved with elaborate frescoes, which look somewhat similar to the ancient Roman arena.

Once a place for residents to relax and exercise, the square is now occupied by a dense crowd of samurai, dressed in white leather armor and armed with rectangular shields and short swords, who line up in a circle to protect the huge building in the center.

The building was the council of the city of Ba and the Witch Cult, and its internal structure is similar to that of the Senate in ancient Rome, with an open space in the center and a circle of seats arranged in a stepped pattern. At this time, the building was already full of people, and all the great witches of the Witch Cult were gathered, and they would discuss a decision that was a matter of life and death, but the discussion had already turned into a quarrel.

"Di Xin is talented, very sensitive, talented, has the power of the nine oxen, has the power of soothing the beam and the pillar, and also conquers Dongyi, which is quite effective, it is really a Ming monarch, and it cannot be felled. ”

"You are the pedantic opinion of a pedantic person, although Di Xin is smart, he does not listen to advice, and often uses language to cover up his mistakes. ”

"Yes, King Wu inherited the wealth of King Wen's rule for 50 years, and now he is strong, and it is enough to destroy business"

"And Di Xin favors the beauties of the Dongyi alien race, and now he reuses the Yi people, not my people. ”

"Hmph, there are also Yi people in the army of the Martial King. ”

"Moreover, King Wen and King Wu are both merchant ministers, and it is really a great rebellion to attack the king with ministers."

"The dispute between Shang and Zhou is really a dispute between the Jingjiao and the Interception Sect, and now that the Western Sect has gone away, my Witch Sect only needs to help each other. ”

"Yes, now that the two religions are competing, I can teach you to reap the profits."

The witches were divided into three factions, and they didn't give in to each other, and they couldn't agree on their opinions for a while, but in the process of quarreling, something suddenly happened. Almost in the blink of an eye, several large wooden pieces of furniture suddenly appeared in the central clearing, and in the middle of the furniture was a strangely dressed young man standing up with his head pressed.

The most painful thing after getting drunk is the headache when he gets up the next morning, Zheng Jun woke up with a terrible brain pain, shook his head and got up, and was about to go find some water to drink, but found that the situation around him was a little different.

The marble floor stretched out beneath his feet, and the stepped seats around him surrounded him in the center, like an auditorium on a basketball court, and hundreds of men in white, young and old, all stared at him in amazement.

"What the hell is this? Why am I wearing it again?"

I tried my best to recall, but I only remembered that I drank one glass after another at the practice banquet.

"No, am I drunk and go back to my room?

Looking around, the people around him looked even more surprised than he was, their eyes widened, their jaws almost dropped to the ground, and the entire building was filled with an eerie silence.

The people around me were all wearing the same clothes, which was a kind of white robe, and if I had to say that I had to say the first feeling, it would be a bit like the white coat of the later generations.

The silence didn't last long, and with a sudden, chaotic chatter and shouting filled the building, and everyone was venting their emotions loudly.

"It's a miracle!"

"Is it a messenger of the witch god?"

"Of course, don't you see? It's a miracle!"

"That location is where the witch god ascended to heaven, right?"

"The Witch God must have sent his own messenger to guide us!"

"Yes, we have to obey the will of the witch god. ”

Zheng Jun carefully distinguished their language and found that it was similar to the language of the Ba people, but the vocabulary was richer, but in general Zheng Jun could still understand what they meant.

They were troubled, as if they thought he was someone's messenger, and were seeking his guidance. But how does Zheng Jun know what to instruct? He doesn't know the cause and effect.

But fortunately, after a while, a man in a white robe, who looked to be about 60 years old, stepped down from his seat, took two steps forward, and bowed deeply to him. As he moved, the others fell silent. He was not used to saluting Zheng Jun at such an old age, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he finally knew that the shelf at this time could not fall, so he could only accept it stiffly.

"Messenger of the Great Witch God, you must have brought the will of the Witch God, I don't know what the Witch God's instructions are?"

At this time, Zheng Jun of course pulled the tiger and pulled the banner.

"Yes, I did bring instructions from the Witch God, but how did you discuss it before I conveyed the Witch God's will?"

"I'm really ashamed, we still don't agree on anything, and we are still divided into three factions as to whether or not to respond to King Wu of Zhou's invitation to cut merchants. ”

Zheng Jun could only roughly understand what he meant, but the others were okay, but King Wu of Zhou understood these three words. This is the era of the Shang Dynasty of the Zhou Dynasty, it seems that it is the time when King Wu of Zhou summoned the princes of various places to jointly attack the Shang, what else is there to consider, history has made it clear that King Wu of Zhou successfully destroyed the Shang Dynasty, and of course he must stand on the side of the victor at this time.

"The will of the witch god, Yin Shang's qi is exhausted, and we will join the team of King Wu of Zhou. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang from the door, which slammed open to both sides, and a middle-aged man slammed the door open and entered.

This middle-aged man is about forty years old, with a strong body, a firm step, a very resolute appearance, and a serious and serious face. He also wore the same white robe as everyone else, but he also wore a bronze armor on the outside, this armor only had a breastplate, which was carved with intricate patterns and patterns, and looked quite exquisite, more appropriately a work of art than armor.

He only had a sword hanging from his waist, this sword looked like a bronze short sword, the scabbard was engraved with a golden dragon with teeth and claws, and the surroundings were decorated with precious stones and gold.

The elderly man who was talking to Zheng Jun before looked quite displeased.

"Heiwu! You dare to be late for a big gathering, don't think that you are a descendant of the witch god, you can do whatever you want! The just witch god will punish you one day!"

This middle-aged man, known as Heiwu, only showed disdain and snorted when he heard this.

"Let's talk about it when the day comes!"

This kind of fearless arrogance choked the other party angrily, and the old man stretched out his finger to point at him, his face flushed, and he muttered words such as "disrespect" and "blasphemy" tremblingly, but unfortunately no one around him supported him, and some people even showed gloating about watching a good show.

Zheng Jun, who was wondering, saw Hei Wu coming directly towards him.

Hei Wu walked straight in front of Zheng Jun, using his dominant figure, which was a head taller than the other party, looking down at the other party, and his right hand was dotted.

"Boy, who are you to dare to stand here?"

"Bastard, this is ......."

The elderly man next to him was about to step forward to reprimand, but Hei Wu suddenly raised his left hand and interrupted him, and his eyes also revealed contempt. Then he turned his head again and stared meaningfully at Zheng Jun.

"No matter who you pushed it out, let me tell you, it's useless to hold the pedantic views of those old people, King Wu of Zhou has already divided the world into two, and the time to destroy Shang is just around the corner, and what can't be said by ministers is old-fashioned. ”

The elderly man on the side snorted twice.

"This is a messenger sent by the Witch God, and he has just conveyed the will of the Witch God, and we will support King Wu of Zhou. ”

Kurotake gave him a strange look.

"You old-fashioned old men have changed sex, but the gods? Hmph, such a noble position can't be given to people casually! Don't think that if you support the Varsioners, I'll willingly let this kid ride on my head. ”

The old man's expression became very solemn.

"In the whole witch cult, you are the only one who will doubt the messenger of the witch god, this is a miracle, and everyone present has the privilege of witnessing, hum, except for a certain guy who is late. ”

When Hei Wu heard this, he saw that the other party's expression was also very serious, and he began to be a little surprised, looking around, the big witches who didn't deal with him were staring at him with a joke expression, and those big witches who supported him all nodded slightly to him seriously.

Hei Wu's face was black for a while, white for a while, and he muttered in his heart.

"Is it really the messenger of the witch god?"

At this time, Zheng Jun carefully observed and found that those younger people were quietly reminding Hei Wu that they obviously had a good relationship with him, these people accounted for almost half of the proportion, plus it was said that the identity of Heiyu's descendants, plus the other party also supported Zhou Fa Shang, so he needed to be friends.

So he reached out and patted Hei Wu on the shoulder.

"It's okay, don't blame those who don't know, you are worthy of being a descendant of the witch god, and you understand the witch god's thoughts very thoroughly. ”

Being treated by a young man like this, Hei Wu's face turned red, he snorted, turned around and walked out quickly.

Seeing the deflated old man of Heiwu was as happy as if he had won a big battle.

"Following the will of the Witch God, the Witch Cult will join King Wu of Zhou's ranks!"