Xie Zhao smiled, but before she could talk, Han Changsheng had already asked himself and continued to ask.

"Why did you stretch out a hand and make a strange gesture to her, and did the 'hand-to-hand salute' of the Rausch, and the person in charge of the Illo clan treated you differently?"

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows helplessly and glanced at him, and then put down the moonlight cup he was holding in his hand.

Her eyelashes are as long as feathers, and the white face set off by the slightly drooping shadow of her long eyelashes is even more beautiful.

Han Changsheng, a nerd, grabbed her arm and shook it suddenly, if it weren't for her quick hand and eyes to stabilize her wrist, she was afraid that the tea soup in this moonlight cup would have to spill her cuffs.

Xie Zhao chuckled lightly and sighed: "I once read a book written by a wandering merchant in the Western Xinjiang, which recorded a mythical story about the ancient times of the Western Xinjiang. ”

Han Changsheng was curious: "What story?" Could it be a story related to 'Hand Gifts'? ”

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, but I said Han Changsheng, can you be a little patient, don't rush to ask questions every time you listen to half of the words." ”

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt you, you can say it quickly, don't sell it."

Xie Zhao said with a smile: "In that story, it is recorded that thousands of years ago, the western Xinjiang was covered with thousands of miles of terracotta, with very little precipitation, the people were not able to make a living, and the people were in dire straits. They often had no water and food, and even the most heat-tolerant and thirst-tolerant camels in the desert died.

It is rumored that at this moment, a 'heavenly god' descended from the sky and led the people of Western Xinjiang at that time to find a water source, so that they could live in a desperate place. And that water source is said to be the former site of the Imperial Palace, the predecessor of today's Muskton City. ”

Han Changsheng asked suspiciously:

"Celestial? Really? I found out that the people here in the western Xinjiang are so god-like that they like to believe in these strange things, such as nonsense about what high caste is the descendant of God. ”

Xie Zhao replied with a smile: "What god came to the world to save the suffering?" Naturally, that is absolutely impossible.

However, most of the allusions in legends and stories actually rely on reality.

I guess there was a chance that a martial arts master would pass through this place and see that the people were dying of hunger and thirst, so he took these people to find a water source.

It was only later, thousands of years later, that this story was passed down from person to person, and it became the so-called 'salvation of the gods' that is now miraculous.

As for the 'hand-holding ceremony', it was actually a kind of thanksgiving ceremony performed by the rescued ancestors of the Western Xinjiang at that time to the 'heavenly god'. ”

Xie Zhao shook his head with a smile when he said this.

"With one hand upward, gently touch the palm of the superior person, then move the direction with the lower hand, and use the back of his hand to support the other person's wrist - if you want me to say, this 'hand salute' actually looks more like the current Western Xinjiang refugees who have been hungry and thirsty for too long and are weak, so they can only touch the benefactor's hand with such a salute to thank the benefactor for saving their lives."

Han Changsheng suddenly realized, he pointed at Xie Zhao in astonishment:

"Ah Zhao, you are really getting more and more limitless! So when you give this 'hand-to-hand salute' to that person with the surname of the Imiro clan, do you mean to respect her and treat her as a 'god'? This is inevitably the queen mother's legs, too able to bend and stretch? ”

Xie Zhaoshu looked at him with a smile, "What kind of humiliation is this?" What are you fussing about? ”

She said: "It's just a matter of stretching out your hand, so you should experience the local ancient rites." Could it be that if I made this ceremony, she would really become a 'god'? ”

Han Changsheng choked when he heard this, and then thought about it, it seemed to be the same truth.

However, he still felt that Xie Zhao was too dog-legged and slippery!

Xie Zhao continued: "Now that the Imperial Dynasty has evolved over thousands of years, the etiquette has long since changed.

So much so that apart from the locals, there are not many people in other countries who know about the 'hand salute'.

I greeted the person with the surname of the Imiro clan as a 'hand salute', and she naturally believed in my name as a so-called miracle doctor who traveled through many realms. ”

Han Changsheng was stunned when he heard this, and he was amazed: "-No, Ah Zhao, where did you get so many ghost ideas?"

I think you have clearly understood people's thoughts and thoughts, so that others can act according to your thoughts and intentions unconsciously and unconsciously.

You still do not show the mountain, let people just think that they made their own decisions, in fact, it is clear that you want them to think so! ”

Xie Zhao snorted, shook off Han Changsheng's claws, and entered the room with the moonlight cup in his hand.

She said slowly: "If I really have such a unique and undoubted calculation, I still use it to eat on the rivers and lakes?" It's just some old experience in the rivers and lakes that have been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years.

Besides, my martial arts realm is already so low that I am worried, if I don't even have the ability to look at people's faces, it is better to return to my hometown as soon as possible. ”

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes, snorted and said:

"Ah Zhao, how did you interpret the word 'Mengren' so freshly and refinedly?"

The experience of the old rivers and lakes is also!

is obviously a little charlatan who can't keep his hands.

Han Changsheng stepped forward like a fart worm and shouted in a low voice:

"No, you haven't said how you found out that the person surnamed Yi Min Luo has a disease in his right hand?"

Xie Zhao entered the room and picked up a pot of local wine from the tea table.

She was so lazy that she didn't even bother to clean the tea base in the previous moonshine cup, so she poured a cup and drank it.

Then he sighed: "Didn't I say it, because of the 'hand salute'." ”

Han Changsheng looked at her blankly.

"Huh?"

Xie Zhao smiled.

"It's also a coincidence that when I was performing the 'Hand Ceremony', I touched the palm of the person surnamed Yi Min Luo for a moment. At that moment, I felt a tremor in her right hand for a moment.

- If I'm not mistaken, it's a habitual nerve throbbing in the palm of her right hand, so I'm guessing that she must have had an old injury to her right hand. ”

Han Changsheng looked at her in disbelief and said puzzledly:

"I don't believe it! But such a subtle and brief moment of palms intersecting. How can you be sure that the shaking of her palms is due to nerve throbbing, not that she accidentally shook when she is used to touching people? ”

Xie Zhao was slightly stunned.

Her left hand unconsciously touched and tapped at her other right wrist, which was holding the moonlight cup.

The next moment, she came back to her senses, filled the moonlight glass in her right hand with wine again, and took a slow sip.

Then he turned his head to look at Han Changsheng, smiled lonely, and said:

"Because I've had a serious injury to my right hand, I'm familiar with the occasional throbbing of nerves from old injuries."

"Huh?"

Han Changsheng half-convinced his gaze fell on Xie Zhao's right hand, and he hesitated:

"Your right hand? Have it? How do I remember that when Ling He and I rescued you in the Immortal Ridge two years ago, the most serious injuries you suffered were clearly your heart, lungs and legs? ”

Did Xie Zhao have a hand injury at that time?

At most, it should be some skin trauma, right?