A foot has fallen, and it has touched the ground.

The air shook like water waves, as if two invisible gates slowly opened to the side, revealing the Wu people's stockade.

Bamboo forests, terraces, stilted buildings. A snow-capped waterfall cascades down the northern slope of the terraced rice fields, winding its way around the bamboo towers and winding into a stream.

Wang Ziqiao was stepping on the winding path by the stream, and the rain splashed on the stream, and the droplets of water wet his toes.

Prince Qiao's heart jumped suddenly, and the information about the witch clan's art was like a stream flowing through his heart, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality.

Witchcraft is divided into Zhu You Forbidden Spell and Ancestral Witch Alchemy.

Ancestral witch alchemy is pure martial arts: swallow and exhale turbid qi, visualize ancestral witches, fight with physical bodies, and break ten thousand laws with one force.

Zhuyou forbidden spells are all-encompassing: medicine, sacrifices, divination, formations...... and the most terrifying soul arts.

The witch spirit is the heart of the soul art. Once a witch spirit is born, it is expected to cultivate all kinds of strange powers. For example, take human hair, blend it into clay figurines, straw figures, and use witch spirits to cast curses. No matter how far away the curse is, it is impossible to escape the end of the soul.

However, the Wu clan has long since declined, and most of the forbidden spells have been lost. For thousands of years, I have not heard of a witch spirit being born from a witch clan.

"Sir has high eyesight and courage, I am convinced!" Barre led someone to follow, and it was only then that he really felt a trace of awe for Prince Joe.

Wang Ziqiao sighed: "The witchcraft of the nobles is really different from today's Taoism, it can be said that it is a different way, and there are other wonders. ”

"This is the formation of the dead Zhiye cloth, but it's actually a showcase, and it's okay to fool people. If the enemy breaks into the stockade, they have to rely on fists and knives!" Barry smiled, listening to Prince Joe's tone, as if he was really interested in witchcraft. It's best this way, not afraid of what he wants, just afraid that he doesn't want it.

Prince Joe glanced at Barre faintly, and didn't say much. The Wu clan is really not good, no wonder they shrank in the wilderness and became a small people in the mountains.

It was the middle of the night, and the whole village was sleeping in the night. The raindrops hit the stilted buildings, making a dense sound like snow and jade.

In the distance, suddenly there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo drifting in the wind.

The music is lingering and compassionate, and it is actually a beautiful tune in the area of Yunhuang and Jinchu. Prince Qiao was slightly stunned and walked along to the music.

It was a stilted building, lonely in the depths of the bamboo forest. The building is divided into two floors, with high railings and exquisite eight sides. The emerald green eaves corner provokes a rich peony palace lamp, and the embroidered gold veil of the young cat playing with butterflies hangs the bamboo window.

Through the fluttering veil, Prince Qiao vaguely saw a young man moving by the window, singing and dancing, his long untied hair like a dancing black flame.

"Who is that?" Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but be a little curious, whether it was a tune, a palace lamp or a veil, all of them came from the prosperous land of Jin and Chu. Could it be that a mountain man in a deep ravine still pays attention to these?

"Hmph, who else could it be?" The wolf on the side suddenly sneered, his face full of disgust, "Except for the loser in Zhiye, whose baby will play until midnight, singing and dancing?"

"It turned out to be Zhiye's son, that is, your young patriarch?" Prince Qiao's heart moved slightly, Barley obviously only cultivated the ancestral witch alchemy technique, so Zhu You's forbidden spell technique should be passed on by Zhiye's son.

"Bah! he deserves it?" the wolf spat on the ground, "I don't work every day, I don't practice martial arts, I only know how to fight gnats, flirt with girls, and have crazy fun! He also sold the things of the clan to the merchants who were walking in the foot, and exchanged them for a lot of lamps, silk, spices, and musical scores that were useless...... The most ridiculous thing is that he sometimes sleeps in the pigsty and chicken coop at night, and says stupid things about animism. We are iron-clad men of the Wu clan, but we don't recognize this kind of goods as young patriarchs!"

The wolf scolded endlessly, and the clansmen couldn't help it, and they echoed it with their mouths, all of them angry. Li Lei listened for a moment, and smiled deeply and incomprehensibly: "A melon baby, there is nothing to say, don't let Mr. laugh." ”

Having said that, Wang Ziqiao still caught the pride that flashed in the depths of Li Lei's pupils.

"Interesting. Prince Joe stared at the figure upstairs and said thoughtfully.

"Bang!" the music stopped, the door of the bamboo building slammed open, and Prince Qiao saw the young man stumbling down the bamboo ladder, and shouted loudly: "I want to eat the fish! I want to eat the fish!" Xiaocui, Xiaokou, hurry up and take the lamp, follow me to the stream to catch fish!"

As the boy approached, Prince Joe's eyes lit up, and even the torches shining around him seemed to become dim.

The boy looked like he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a bright red shirt and a loose black hakama, and his skin was as white as jade, and his eyebrows were picturesque. His long hair was unruly and scattered, and he dragged his clogs to the stream. Two little maids chased after them with lanterns, panting.

"Big nephew, it's so late, why are you still fooling around?" Barre shouted in a deep voice.

Only then did the young man notice everyone, beckoned, and laughed drunkenly: "It's Uncle Lei, you, you haven't slept either." Uh!" he burped, stretched out his arms to the sky and shouted, "In the evening autumn night rain, the fish are fat, you and I are in this vast rain, bonfire fish, indulge in fun, isn't it a happy life?"

Barre frowned, and the wolf immediately stepped forward and grabbed the young man by the collar: "Zhijiazhen, what are you crazy about?"

As soon as the young man lowered his head, he vomited out a puddle of drunken dirt and slurry, all of which were spit on the wolf's hand. The wolf subconsciously pushed hard, and the boy staggered out and happened to hit Wang Ziqiao's calf, falling to the ground, and the mud splashed all over his body.

"Ouch!" the young man tugged at the hem of Wang Ziqiao's robe, trying to stand up. Prince Qiao's heart moved inexplicably, and he took half a step back without a trace.

"Big nephew, this is our honored guest of the Wu clan, don't come nonsense. Barre stopped and smiled at Prince Joe again, "The baby is not sensible, and he has collided with Mr. ”

"It doesn't matter. Prince Qiao glanced at the young man with interest and asked, "You are the son of Zhiye, called Zhijiazhen?"

"Well, I guess so. Zhi Hunt really staggered to his feet, ran into the stream by himself, and stretched out his hand to grab it: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Ko, help me catch fish!"

When the two little maids came, they didn't dare to move. Barre's face sank: "How do you take care of the young patriarch?"

The two little maids fell to their knees in fright, trembling. Barre snorted coldly and suddenly punched out. "Peng!" The stream was like being hit by a boulder, splashing a wave several feet high, and a fat carp turned over its white belly and floated up.

Prince Joe's pupils shrank. Barry's punch to fish in the air is not only strong, but even the operation of the true qi is also controlled in detail. Although the carp is dead, the surface is intact and not fragmented. Even in the cloud wilderness, Barre's punch can be called amazing.

Zhijia Zhen was also thrown into the stream by the waves, and his body was soaked. But he didn't care, grabbed the carp, and danced with his hands: "Fish, fish, you and I have a fate tonight." Although you are dead, I will sing about your tenderness and fatness. ”

The witch people shook their heads in disgust, and Barry sighed helplessly, and asked someone to help him ashore, light a fire, and let him dry his wet clothes.

"Hey, you, get fish for me!" Zhi Kari really hugged the carp and rushed into the mouth of the wolf Nunu.

Ba Wolf looked at Barre, who waved his hand, Ba Wolf laughed fiercely, rushed to Zhi Kari, drew his sword and slashed down.

The sword light was cold, and the sharp edge almost fell against Zhi Kari's forehead. "Whew!" The blade sank suddenly, landing on the carp in Zhijia Zhen's arms, flashing rapidly. Pieces of thin and transparent fish fillets bounced up, and the wolf knife turned in the air, and all the fish fillets happened to fall on the knife body, lined up neatly.

"Here you go!" the wolf threw down the knife and deliberately stepped on it, and most of the fish fillets were trampled to shreds. As if he hadn't seen it, he grabbed the fillet and put it in his mouth, his face showing a look of intoxication.

"Let's go, let the young patriarch enjoy himself slowly. Barre laughed and walked away.

Halfway through, Prince Joe turned around. Next to the fire, Zhi Hunt was really singing, high-five and dancing.

"Spring is spring, and the warblers are busy.

Do you know that the days are short and the nights are long?

Only the wind and rain are sudden, and the feelings are sad.

Millet is perishable, and pearls and jade are difficult to hide.

Where are the beauties, and where are the famous generals?

I would like to spend a thousand dollars and stay for the Spring Festival,

Pick the stars to shine candles, cut smoke to make up.

It's enough to sing and hit the bottle, and you should indulge in immeasurable joy.

The slender waist dance in the palm of the hand, the elixir,

Who cares about tomorrow, and who laughs at the absurdity?

Summer and summer should be prosperous, and autumn and winter should be at least old. ”

The night rain is miserable, the bonfire is blazing, and the undulating figure of the young man is like a night elf. Even though his steps were vain, his mouth was full of wine, and his wet clothes and pants were soaked in mud, he couldn't hide his graceful and uninhibited aura.

"Summer and summer should be prosperous, and autumn and winter should be at least old. Wang Ziqiao silently recited it in his heart a few times, and suddenly thought that if Zhi Hunt was not a wandering wreckage, it would be useless, and I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

"It's funny. Prince Joe smiled and walked away from Barre, never looking back.