Someone asked in a whisper, and the others were a little silent.

They didn't expect that the saint would really be like this, and she left Nandao Village regardless of it.

The sacred relics in the clan were stolen by the people attracted by Zhai Liuxiang, and everyone was furious and gathered together to condemn her.

Everyone only wanted to let out the evil anger in their hearts, and they didn't want to force this saint girl they watched grow up to death.

Bao Weng Daddy, the eldest in the clan, took a puff of dry tobacco pouch and said with a calm face: "Zhai Liuxiang has been driven out of Nandao Village, and it has nothing to do with my Miao people in the future, so let's disperse." ”

Bao Weng's father said ruthlessly, in fact, he was also warning the clansmen not to embarrass Liu Xiang in the future.

The theft of the sacred relics of the clan was caused by her.

But outsiders are insidious and cunning, and Zhai Liuxiang is just a tool that has been used and discarded.

It's just strange, their Nandao Village is different from the past, the clan is declining more and more, and young people have gone outside to study and work.

In these years, who else will learn Gu art and take the ancient traditions of the Miao people to heart.

Zhai Liuxiang is a little girl, born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains, her personality is simple and straightforward, and she is not to blame for being deceived by people outside.

It's also a sin to say it, first Zhai Liuxi returned to Qingshan at a young age, and then Zhai Liuxiang met such a man again.

Daddy Bao Weng smashed his mouth and let out a long spitting smoke ring, this is all fate.

The sound gradually faded, Shu Ange walked alone in the mountains and forests, the white miserable moonlight shining on her, looking so sad.

The deep mountains and old forests at night are full of dangers, and wild beasts may appear at any time.

Shu Ange raised his arm, looked at her white jade-like crystal and delicate arm, and then looked at the heavy silk silver bracelet on his hand, and let out a long sigh.

Each time it's time it's time to level up, the task is always a little more difficult.

She had a sachet hanging from her waist, Shu Ange took it off and smelled it, and it was a spice that repelled insects and snakes.

In addition, there are some bits and pieces in the burden that Shu Ange is carrying.

She flipped through it, and in addition to the bottles and cans, there were two yellowed old photos.

A pair of young girls dressed in national costumes, standing barefoot on a big rock in the stream, snuggled together affectionately.

Their facial features are somewhat similar, the shorter ones are about twelve or thirteen years old, and the older ones already have the demeanor of cardamom girls.

The two photos are the same, one is a little newer, and the other is badly damaged, and there is blood stained on it.

Shu Ange walked in the forest for a long time, and finally found a tree hole about a foot above the ground.

She climbed the rattan into the hole, found the medicine powder that could repel snakes, insects, birds and beasts from the baggage, and sprinkled it in the hole, so that she closed her eyes peacefully and received the memories and plots of the original owner.

This plane is in the era of the end of the law, the immortals are gone, and the miracles have become legends.

Cultivators are looking for a way to ascend, and demons and monsters are causing chaos everywhere.

In such a plane, Shu Ange has experienced a similar one, but this time the environment seems to be a little worse.

In the previous plane, there were scum in the Xiuzhen sect, but in general, the righteous side was more powerful.

But in this plane, the way of heaven is unstable, ghosts are rampant, and even monks cannot resist the temptation of fame and fortune.

In other words, in this world, many people advocate fame and fortune, materialistic desires are rampant, and courtesy, righteousness and shame are thrown under their feet.

If ordinary people do this, the harm will be smaller.

If the cultivation of truth is disregarded for human ethics and only cares about personal selfish desires, what is the difference between it and evil cultivation?

The identity of the entruster of this mission is Liuxiang, the holy daughter of the Miao nationality in Nandao Village, Zhailiu is one of the ancient surnames of the Miao people, and according to legend, the ancestors of the Zhailiu people are the personal disciples of the twelve ancestral gods.

Thousands of years have passed, and the outside world has changed dramatically.

The depths of the mountains are still as cold and depressed as they have been for thousands of years, and the people in the mountains are leaving one after another.

The young people are all rushing to the prosperity outside, and most of the people who remain in Nandao Village are the elderly, women, children and children.

Zhai Liuxiang is the last saint of Nandao Village, and when she was born, she was chosen by the previous saint as the new saint.

The holy daughter of the Miao nationality cannot marry in her life, and she needs to serve the ancestral gods devoutly.

The ancestral god is just a legend, don't say that outsiders don't believe it, and even the Miao people themselves don't believe in it.

Zhai Liuxiang and her sister Zhai Liuxi are orphans, and the witch mother adopted them from the time Zhai Liuxiang was five years old.

The spring breeze of nine-year compulsory education has blown into Miao Village.

Zhai Liuxi was extremely lucky, relying on the funding of well-wishers, he was admitted to university all the way and left the mountain.

When the witch woman died, she once took Zhai Liuxi's hand and said to her: "Don't go out of the mountain, your doom is outside the mountain." ”

At that time, Zhai Liuxiang didn't understand the meaning of the witch's words.

She only remembered that that year, Zhai Liuxi had a red flower tied on her chest, and when everyone beat gongs and drums to send her to college, she hugged her and said affectionately.

"Sister, my sister is going out to school. When I find a good job, I'll take you to the world beyond the mountains. ”

Zhai Liuxiang does not yearn for the world outside the mountains, as the last saint, she just wants to inherit the craftsmanship of the witch and cure the villagers and exorcise evil spirits.

She listened to the witch woman the most, and before her sister left, she reminded her with a serious face: "Sister, my mother-in-law said that there is your calamity outside the mountain, can't you stay?" ”

Zhai Liuxi hugged Zhai Liuxiang in his arms, and said affectionately against her face: "Ah Meiyou, study hard and wait for my sister to come back." ”

My sister has been gone for many years.

Suddenly, one day, Zhai Liuxi appeared at the entrance of the village.

Zhai Liuxiang rushed to the entrance of the village barefoot to greet her sister, and she remembered it very clearly.

My sister's good-looking cheeks were thin and out of shape, haggard like autumn branches, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with resentment and sorrow that could not be dissolved, and she was holding a dark brown ceramic jar in her arms.

"Sister, don't be like your sister, don't fall in love with anyone."

Zhai Liuxi held Zhai Liuxiang and said such a sentence, and never spoke again.

She returned to the village in despair, flipped through the booklet left by the witch, wept as she read it, and nourished the Gu worms in the clay pot with various poisons.

Zhai Liuxi does not raise Gu, she has always denounced these as feudal superstitions, let Zhai Liuxiang study hard, don't toss these things.

But after returning from the world outside the mountain, Zhai Liuxi simply went crazy and pounced on it.

A few months later, Zhai Liuxi took his last breath.

Zhai Liuxiang never thought that his sister would die so early.

It was raining outside the stilted building that day, and my sister was sick for several days, so she went down the hill to find a doctor.

When she returned, her sister was lying on the bed with her eyes wide open, blood remaining on the corners of her lips, and her face was blue and black.

My sister went, and Zhai Liuxiang lost her only relative.

The clay pot was empty, and the Gu worms inside were gone, and Zhai Liuxiang buried his sister with tears in his eyes and with the help of the clansmen.

My sister chose to take revenge by herself and did not let Zhai Liuxiang interfere in this grievance.

The story is here, and it can only be regarded as the beginning.

Each plane will have several people with particularly strong luck, and Yuan Qiying is one of them.

[Ah, the male protagonist finally became a chatter, it's not easy! ] 】