"It's ......"

Seeing the sketch clearly, Partridge Whistle couldn't help frowning slightly.

How many times have they seen this mountain god in the tomb of the king?

The temple outside the valley, the stone carvings of the altar, the murals in the temple, the lake view of the Xuangong Palace, and even the bones of the mountain god in the bronze ancient box.

The time span is one or two thousand years.

The style of the scroll has changed over time.

The only thing that remains constant is about the image of the mountain god.

Black face, long hair, mouth and skull, majestic demeanor.

The sketch is almost carved out of a mold in front of you.

It's just that.

The people of Shalong Mountain should have been killed by the king of Xian, why did this picture appear in the red deer village?

Could it be ...... The native people back then were the ancestors of the Wa people?

Together, this speculation was like a wildfire burning in his mind, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but look at Chen Yulou on the side.

Look at his eyes sparkling.

Obviously, I thought about it too.

"Dana, what did you see in Worm Valley?"

Carefully spreading the sketch on the coffee table, Sigu asked.

Even though he had guessed from Chen Yulou's description before, in order to be sure, he still brought the two of them to Long Moye.

"It's it."

Chen Yulou nodded.

"There is an ancient temple under the cliff, and it is in the center of the shrine."

"That's right... That's right, the mountain god Ava, the three Wa villages around Shalong Mountain, have been looking for its traces for countless years, but there has never been a whereabouts. ”

"Some people have long speculated that the mountain god may be trapped in the Worm Valley, but unfortunately, we can't enter it at all."

See him reconfirm.

Xigu's hanging heart finally fell back completely.

A pair of old faces were full of complexity.

Who would have thought.

In the forsaken land of the great ghost, there is another ghost god.

For many years, they have also guessed that after all, no matter how big Shalong Mountain is, it can't stop the footsteps of thousands of generations of clansmen.

Except for the worm valley shrouded in a poisonous miasma.

There is no other possibility.

In addition, ghosts, sacrifices, gods, and divination.

They've tried everything they can do.

But the mountain ghost Ava, like rain melted into a big river, disappeared without a trace.

There have also been attempts to force their way in.

But in the end, it either dissolves into a pool of blood, or it becomes a demon without sanity.

Of course, it was a warning from Ghost Meggie that made them finally give up entering the Worm Valley.

Even if it is in charge of heaven and earth, it cannot devote its eyes to it.

If it weren't for Chen Yulou and their forcible entry, I'm afraid this secret would have been concealed for countless years.

That's why Sigu and Torgue are so excited.

"Siguqiuda, there is something, I don't know if to ask?"

Wait until the two old men's minds gradually calm down.

Chen Yulou asked at this time.

"Although Dana said bluntly, as long as I knew, I would definitely tell you everything."

Sigu clenched his fists and looked serious.

This is the solemn etiquette of Wa Village.

Seeing him like this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart, and subconsciously sat up straight.

"I don't know if the branch of Red Deer Village has been living here since ancient times, or has it moved from outside?"

"Nature is from ancient times to the present day."

Speaking of this, a hint of pride flashed in Sigu's cloudy eyes.

"There are a total of nineteen villages under Shalong Mountain, in addition to our Wa people, there are Dai, Sanmiao, Donghu and Jurchen remnants, but except for our Wa three villages, the rest of the villages are all relocated later."

About the history of Red Deer Village.

As Moba, he can be said to be like a treasure.

Although there is no writing in Wa Village, it uses knotted ropes, sketches and stone carvings to record the events of the ancestors for more than 1,000 years.

It's not like those Miao villages, Dai villages, and Hu people.

It's a bunch of native barbarians.

Nothing to do.

Even though Malu Village is no longer as strong as it used to be, and it is a lot weaker, it is not a small household like Mengla Village, and barbarians can touch porcelain.

"When did you go back to the earliest?"

Chen Yulou nodded and continued to ask.

"The earliest?"

Xigu thought for a moment, "I don't know the specifics, but after all, there are fifteen or six hundred years." ”

"Fifteen or six hundred years."

Hear the number.

Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle couldn't help but glance at each other.

There was a flash of understanding in his expression.

The tomb of King Xian was built 2,000 years ago.

In this way, there is a gap of several hundred years, and the history is broken, and it is very likely that the Yi people escaped back then, and then multiplied from generation to generation in the dense forest far away from the Worm Valley.

In the end, three Wa villages of red deer, Shangjing and Simo were formed.

Although generations have lived together outside the Shalong Mountain.

It is also the same Wa village.

But we don't really communicate with each other.

Looking at the fault line of the past in this way, it is reasonable for history to disappear.

"Dana?"

Sigu hadn't reacted yet.

I don't really understand why he suddenly asked about this.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou smiled apologetically, then put away his thoughts and said seriously.

"Can Qiuda know the Qiang tribe?"

"Or the Pu?"

"Diqiang? Pu? ”

Xigu frowned slightly, subconsciously fell into thought, and after a moment of silence, he still shook his head.

"What about hope?"

"Look?!"

It's very different from before.

The moment he heard this word, Sigu's eyes lit up suddenly.

"I want to be the ancestors of the Wa, I naturally know this."

Hearing this, Chen Yulou's heart immediately understood.

He had read the information before, and according to the archaeological and cultural inheritance of later generations, there have always been two theories about the origin of the Wa people.

First, it originated from the ancient Qiang people, and the Qiang people were divided into mourning labor, and mourning labor was the Pu nationality.

Even in the pre-Qin period, the ancient kingdom of Ailao was established.

The second is originated from Wangman, which is recorded in ancient books that the ancestors of Jingpo were Puman, and the ancestors of the Wa people were Wangman.

As for the Wa creation epic "Sigangli", it is recorded that the ancestors of the Wa people walked out of Sigang.

After all, these rumors are too much of a myth.

But.

Now from the words of Sigu, we can get a glimpse or two.

The Yi people who lived in Shalong Mountain back then should be Wangman, that is, the ancestor of the Wa people.

It's just that after King Xian arrived, he launched a war, wantonly hunted and killed Wangman as a slave, and built a tomb of the Heavenly Palace for him.

A small part of them took refuge deep in the mountains.

Hundreds of years have passed.

Gradually, several stockades were formed.

But the history of that era gradually faded away, and it is only known that they were after Wangman.

I took a deep breath.

Chen Yulou put away his thoughts.

looked at the two old men in front of him.

Briefly described what Worm Valley saw.

"Feathers, horns!"

Keenly caught two words in his words.

Standing in front of him, Xigu, who lowered his head and lowered his eyes, trembled unconsciously.

The long beard on the jaw is shaking.

"You can't be wrong."

Sigu muttered under his breath.

After speaking, under the stunned eyes of several people, he walked straight up the wooden ladder to the second floor.

Watch his odd moves.

Even Torgue was confused.

Although he is the patriarch of the village, the two have an obvious division of labor, and they don't care about these things on weekdays.

So, even he didn't know exactly what Sigu was going to do.

Knock Knock Knock –

Until there was another sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder.

Only then did the three of them come back to their senses.

Qi Shushu looked over.

I saw Sigu holding a wooden box in both hands, with a solemn expression, and Tog wanted to move forward, but he stopped him with his gaze, as if it contained the most important existence than his life.

"Dana, look."

"Aren't they?"

Wait until you get closer to the coffee table.

Torgue had put the sketch away.

Sigu gently opened the wooden box.

Through the flickering firelight behind him, Chen Yulou subconsciously looked.

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In the box, there are three feathers and a red robe.

As for the horns, I didn't see them.

Carefully picked up a feather and handed it to Chen Yulou.

That feather is supposed to be the feather of some kind of bird of prey.

White and black.

It's just that the storage time is too long, and it has long lost its former luster.

Chen Yulou glanced at it and was almost able to confirm it.

It is exactly the same as the ancient stone carvings on the altar that crossed the lake by boat, hunted toads and offered immortal insects, and the ancestors of the Yiren people of Shalong Mountain were exactly the same as those on the altar.

But.

It was even more surprising to him.

Instead, under the box, the neatly folded red robe.

The style is ancient.

It is completely different from what the women of Red Deer Village are wearing.

But......

If memory serves.

In the apse of Lingyun Palace, the robes on the female ghosts hidden between the domes are the same.

"Brother Chen, ...... this?"

Partridge Whistle apparently recognized it as well.

The female ghost in red that day caused them a lot of fear.

Or Luo Fu made a move.

A phoenix fire burned it to ashes.

"Qiuda, what is this?"

Chen Yulou had a guess in his heart.

But in this matter, there are many mistakes to say, and his character will naturally not mess around.

"Qi Ai ghost clothes."

"Those of us who serve ghosts, the men call it Moba, and the women are angry."

"This is the clothes worn by Qi Ai when he sacrifices to ghosts."

Really.

Listen to Sigu's explanation.

The last trace of doubt in Chen Yulou's mind was also completely sorted out.

They were strange that day.

Lingyun Palace will be an immortal hall, so why would there be a yin ghost thing in the Immortal Cave Mansion.

Now that I think about it, she is the qi of the ancestral tribe of Shalong Mountain.

Trap his soul in the temple.

In essence, it is the same as hiding the wooden box in the body of an undead insect wearing dragon scale demon armor and engraved with soul killing talismans.

It's the way to get tired of winning!

It's just that the former is to suppress the luck of the people, and the latter is to cut off the power of the mountain god.

looked at the two gray-haired, but expectant old men in front of him.

Chen Yulou hesitated.

In the end, the truth was hidden.

This past is just a passing moment for them, but for Maluzhai, it is a pain soaked in blood and fire.

Since the ancestors who escaped from the Worm Valley back then.

The matter was not passed down.

Perhaps, it is not that it is broken, but in the face of the extremely powerful Xianwang, they feel desperate, so they will deliberately do it, thinking about leaving some blood for the tribe.

As for three days later.

The worm miasma disappears.

Even if they entered the valley, all they saw was the same ancient temple from 2,000 years ago.

Immortal insects, female corpses in the lake, and suppressed mountain ghosts.

They shouldn't be able to see it anymore.

"The two Dana, I have been tired all the way, and I have to work hard to answer questions for this old man."

"That's all for today, how about going drink and then resting?"

Seeing that he was silent.

Sigu thought they were tired.

When the feathers are about to be put away again.

Signaling to Tog on the side, the two got up and said seriously.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou subconsciously wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips and agreed.

Wait for a group of four people.

Get out of the grass.

Walking through the dragon that caused a heavy heaviness, Xigu seemed to remember something.

Suddenly stopped.

He pointed to the depths of the forest, between two ancient trees.

Chen Yulou subconsciously looked up, only to see an ancient stone platform standing in the dim mist, on which an exaggerated horn was clearly enshrined.

It's a meter or two long.

It bears some resemblance to the horned helmet worn by the leader of the Yi people in the stone carving.

"That's the horn that my ancestors in Maluzhai ripped when they sacrificed to the sky."

Sigu explained lightly.

In a few simple words, there is a sense of barbarism and antiquity.

Headhunting, cattle plagiarism.

These are all unique to the Wa people.

The former, in particular, was extremely bloody, as could be seen from the hanging human heads around him.

Therefore, even if they are old rivers and lakes, they are a little uncomfortable when they see that scene.

"Qiuda, aren't you curious, what is the purpose of our group of people who have traveled thousands of miles to come to Shalong Mountain?"

Retract your gaze from that amazing horn.

Chen Yulou suddenly said in surprise.

The partridge whistle beside him was frightened, and his lips were pursed, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

Inverted fighting, after all, is a shady thing.

They also did it in secret.

As long as they leave, no one will know what they have done.

So he didn't understand why Chen Yulou couldn't hold on to the last step, this was not his character at all.

He was still hesitating.

Sigu shook his head and smiled.

"Haha, I already knew, so why be curious?"

This time it was even more groundbreaking.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but thump in her heart.

His gaze moved back and forth on Xigu and Chen Yulou.

"I know that I can't hide it from Qiuda, but Chen is not deliberately concealing it, it's just that because of customs, I'm worried that there will be a collision."

Not the same as his flustery.

Chen Yulou, who heard this, became more and more calm.

He had long guessed that Sigu was not simple.

Now it seems that their group of people is afraid that from the moment they stepped into the red deer village, they have been recognized by Xigu.

Think about it too.

A demon who releases ghosts to sacrifice, divination and chanting, and can communicate with ghosts and gods.

And how can they not perceive the smell of their bodies?

Chen Yulou and a few of them are fine.

After all, he is a cultivator.

After several times of washing the marrow and cutting the bones, the dead air in the tomb and the corpse in the coffin did not touch the body.

But those ordinary guys are not enough.

Therefore, the people who do their business are from the four factions of the Golden Mountains, and they have herbs to smoke their bodies, or they are soaked in secret medicines, which are no different from ordinary people.

But the bottom people who fight the rivers and lakes always have a dead smell on their bodies.

Lingering.

You can tell it by putting it in a pile of people.

Therefore, many places call them ground rats and earth masters.

It's not entirely unreasonable.

"Dana is too worried."

"How can there be so many rules in Red Deer Village?"

Sigu shook his head.

He did have a guess for a long time, but because of the identity of Ah Gong's descendant, coupled with the method of farming, and the great grace of the immortal grass, he hid all these in his heart.

Unexpectedly.

This young man was so open-minded.

Now take it upon yourself.

On the contrary, that slight barrier disappeared in an instant.

"Whew-"

Listen to the conversation between the two.

The atmosphere didn't freeze as I thought.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Between words.

The group walked out of the dense forest.

In the distance, I heard a mountain cry coming from the stockade.

Lift your eyes up.

In the open space outside the ancestral hall, two figures were competing.

On one side is Ulo.

The other is an old foreigner.

The two of them each held the bow and arrow in their hands, and their expressions were serious, and it was clearly a contest of archery.

The surroundings were full of figures, all excited.

"Looks like the timing is good."

"There's still a lot to watch."

(End of chapter)

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