The autumn rains in the mountains come quickly.

The mountain wind blew, and the dark clouds in the sky hung down from the sky, as if they were about to swallow the entire mountain range.

The whole world was squeezed and collapsed, the birds scattered in panic, and the fish in the water surfaced one after another.

At first, the raindrops fell slowly, unhurriedly, like an old woman.

Then the old woman seemed to regain her youth, and became a spicy, straightforward, and resolute young woman.

The drum-like rain was deafening, the air was mixed with the smell of earth, and the mud splashed everywhere stained the clothes.

The showers swept away the evil, and the heavens and the earth were solemn.

The group was just walking in the rain on the mountain road.

The rain wet Chu Hongshuang's whole body, and her hair, which was condensed into twists, was tangled indiscriminately.

The mountain guards were too busy to take care of themselves, and they had already let Chu Hongshuang go, and they were not afraid that he would take the opportunity to slip away. The clan gathers urgently, and everyone in the clan must go, regardless of age, legs and feet are convenient or not.

Violators of the rules will be severely punished.

Without saying a word, they hurried away, ignoring the rainstorm and the slippery muddy mountain road underfoot.

Why doesn't this rain stop?

Chu Hongshuang muttered in her heart, they had been gone for a long time, and their grandson's residence was remote, far away from Wenfeng Pavilion.

From time to time, I met people from all over the world who converged and came to Wenfeng Pavilion. After everyone met, they just nodded, all of them with heavy faces, and did not speak.

The atmosphere is getting more and more solemn.

The team has grown rapidly, from a dozen to dozens of people, and now there are hundreds of people.

The sound of footsteps and breathing gradually drowned out the sound of rain.

Chu Hongshuang rushed forward with the crowd, and when she looked back, it was dark and crowded. Some people stop speaking when they see a close friend whispering a few words.

"Stop!" An old voice shouted in the middle of the crowd.

The people at the front stopped, and the crowd that followed them also stopped.

Straight to the middle of the crowd, an old woman slowly walked down a twisted path. Two men followed closely behind her.

One person was short in stature, and his whole body was hidden in a black robe, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women. The other person was a woman, with a face indistinct, tall and tall, wearing a black tights, graceful and graceful, with a pair of long legs round and powerful.

"Shaman's Grandma ......"

The old voice also called her grandma, and the real age of this old woman couldn't help but be elusive.

The old woman nodded slightly, her face was covered with wrinkles, and a colored eye was tattooed in the middle of her forehead, and blood-red bat wings were tattooed on either side of it.

The corners of her eyes drooped with wrinkles, forming triangular eyes, and the essence of her eyes flickered as she turned.

The shaman's grandmother shook her coat, and the rain scattered, inadvertently revealing the black feather coat under the coat, and I don't know what kind of bird's feathers were sewn into clothes.

Chu Hongshuang suddenly found that the black feather under her coat was extremely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

The crowd backed down and made way for her. The old shaman walked slowly and stood in the middle of the crowd.

"Let's go!" The old shaman's voice was hoarse, but he had authority that could not be refused.

The group set off again, and the person leading the way in front of them obviously slowed down, as if they were taking care of the shaman's grandmother's legs and feet.

"Braids!" Grandma Shaman called softly.

The little man who was hiding in the black robe didn't ask, and directly carried her behind him.

"It could be faster!" The old shaman shouted, "Don't miss the hour! ”

The pace of movement of the crowd began to increase again.

"Huh?"

Grandma Shaman seemed to have noticed Chu Hongshuang in the crowd and stared at him coldly.

"Ling'er, you go to visit him again, remember not to make a noise, focus on the major affairs of the clan." Grandma Shaman tried her best to keep her voice down.

The hot-skinned woman nodded and quickened her pace to squeeze forward.

She didn't care, she squeezed through a group of rough men, who grinned silently and had a lewd expression that was endlessly memorable.

Chu Hongshuang felt the commotion around her, and when she looked back, she saw that the mountain guards had moved out of the way, and the thin man sighed softly, and stopped making a noise when he saw someone coming.

The aroma is tangy, with a rich jasmine scent.

The woman in the black tights followed closely behind Chu Hongshuang.

She is in her early twenties, with a handsome face, peach blossom eyes, a touch of red on her eyebrows, and wheat-colored skin, healthy and energetic.

Chu Hongshuang knew their purpose, turned a blind eye, and continued to walk with the crowd.

"Who are you?"

The woman suddenly asked in a low voice behind Chu Hongshuang.

"You don't taste right. Not the taste of the Son......"

Chu Hongshuang was shocked, but replied lightly: "You belong to a dog?" I really haven't taken a shower in a few days......"

"Hmph, don't digress. I can smell that you smell something strange, just not sure ......"

"You're enough, if you want to smell clearly, I don't mind stripping naked for you to smell!" Chu Hongshuang snorted lightly and said.

"Phew! Hooligans, at a young age, don't learn well! ”

The woman's wheat-colored skin was also flushed.

"You're so close to me, aren't you a hooligan?" Chu Hongshuang turned her head and stared at her chest.

The woman in black took a sip, "I'll investigate." ”

"Uh-huh." Chu Hongshuang didn't hide it at this time, and said with a sneer, "Do you need me to wash it up then?" ”

The woman in black snorted coldly and followed him without speaking.

The rain is still heavy.

Wenfeng Pavilion was finally revealed in Chu Hongshuang's eyes.

The pavilion is carved into the mountain, as if inlaid between the rocks, a wooden platform sticks out of the mountain like flying wings, and the golden railing surrounds the perimeter.

In front of the pavilion is an open square, and in the center of the square is a tall building built of mountain stones, in which hangs a huge bronze bell - the Qingxin Bell.

The mountain road leading to Wenfeng Pavilion is only narrow, but fortunately, most of the clansmen only gather at the top of the building.

People of status and fame were taken up to the pavilion by people from the Internal Affairs Department.

When they arrived, there were already many people waiting in the square, and when the people of the Internal Affairs Department saw their arrival, they first invited the shaman and her two attendants to go up.

Chu Luo followed, and the people from the Internal Affairs Department glanced at him, but instead of stopping him, they showed a flattering look on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, an old man was helped up, and the lean man of the mountain guard team also stepped on the mountain road leading to Wenfeng Pavilion.

Chu Hongshuang shrank in the crowd, he knew that he was not qualified to go up and see what was going on.

At this time, he was in a disturbed mood, thinking about how to get rid of the woman, clear the suspicion, and successfully infiltrate the internal affairs department.

He looked up, and the woman in black was standing by the golden railing on the stage, her proud figure even more concave and convex in the wind and rain.

She stared at her coldly, and her eyes were unwilling to leave Chu Hongshuang for a moment.

Suddenly, several people from the Internal Affairs Department walked straight up.

Chu Hongshuang was thinking about which important person was going to go upstairs when those people stopped in front of him.

"Chu Hongshuang, the new patriarch invites you to go upstairs!"