Murong Qingzhu claimed to have been guarding this lake for two hundred and forty-five years.

Then she saw the surprised eyes of the new white-clothed layman. That's right, no matter how you think about it, a girl who looks like she is in her beautiful years cannot be more than 200 years old.

But Murong Qingzhu just pointed to the lake and said lightly: "Every year, I will leave a mark one foot deep on the edge of the lake. Now it is the 246th year, and the imprint is about to circle the lake. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Wu'an set his eyes on the lake not far away. The lake is so calm that there are no trees nearby, so not even the birds can see it, but the signs made of earth and stones surround the lake, and it is very conspicuous.

It looks like she's guarding this calm lake. But she was not guarding the lake, but the tower.

Before the three visitors could introduce each other, Murong Qingzhu had already turned around and pushed open the door of the tower.

"This tower has been standing in Miaojiang for nearly three hundred years. My master is dead, but I have remained here so that the secrets of my clan do not disappear forever. ”

Du Shuquan and the man in the black shirt followed her in silence. Although Zhao Wu'an was extremely curious in his heart, he was embarrassed to break the atmosphere at this time, so he could only keep up.

"In Varan, in Tibet, in the depths of leaf-making, there used to be such a tower. But those all collapsed in the end, and only the one in Miao Jiang was still alive. ”

As he spoke, Murong Qingzhu had already walked straight ahead and led everyone into the tower.

The structure of the tower is very simple, with only a circular corridor leading to the center of the round tower, and the inner walls are painted with splendid murals.

The tower was so quiet that it could be heard that there were no human traces, so Zhao Wu'an studied the murals intently, and could only vaguely see that it seemed to be some scenes of ancient clans attacking or forming alliances with each other, and secretly guessed the origin of this tower in his heart.

But what is the origin of this woman named Murong Qingzhu, and why does she claim to have waited here for more than 200 years?

"These towers symbolize peace, and they also symbolize the indelible heritage of our people. Murong Qingzhu said, "The Han people have lived in the Central Plains for a long time, and they have been attacking constantly, which has made one out of ten tribes in the world, and it has also caused the fear of our ancestors. If our clan survives, and is not under the spear of the Han people, there is only one way to unite. ”

"Therefore, the elders of our clan have gathered three allies outside the Central Plains and secretly formed an alliance to deal with the continuous expansion of the Tang Dynasty. Because of these actions, our clan did survive the turmoil in the Central Plains. It's a pity that soon after the Tang Dynasty was overthrown, our clan was betrayed. ”

Murong Qingzhu's voice contained a sense of sorrow: "They allowed the Miao people to be attacked by 100,000 Han troops and stood by and watched, coldly watching Miao Jiang being eaten away by the Han people step by step, and finally forced to surrender, and never helped. I am guarding this tower in the depths of Miaojiang, and I can't do anything about it. ”

The man in the dark shirt said solemnly: "In this matter, Tubo has difficulties, and I also invite Miss Murong to see the cold." ”

Du Shenquan snorted: "Forgive me, if it weren't for the fall of Miaojiang back then, it wouldn't have led to the current situation." ”

The man in the black shirt had a blue tendon on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said: "Back then, it was also an irreversible situation! If the Han people knew that we and the other four clans had formed an alliance, wouldn't it be inevitable that the whole clan would suffer a catastrophe!"

Du Shuquan snorted again and ignored it again.

Zhao Wu'an walked at the end, carefully chewing on the conversations of several people, trying to find something out of them. And judging from the information he just learned, he was not ignorant before.

At least, in Qingdi Township, the thing that the huge green ghost asked him to do finally had a little eyebrows.

Vaguely, he seemed to have tasted the taste of fate.

Zhao Wu'an reached into the inside of the silk robe and touched the jade pendant that the green ghost solemnly handed to him.

At least, at that time on Annan's ship, what Li Huanglai wanted most was Duan Taoli's jade pendant that was extremely similar to it.

And the jade pendant tied to Zhao Wu'an's wrist was handed over to him by Dailou Duyun himself when Dengyun Tower fell not long ago.

With Xie Hui's work in his mind, it is impossible not to perceive the particularity of this jade pendant, but since he did not take it away, he must have another purpose.

While Zhao Wu'an was thinking about these things, Murong Qingzhu suddenly stopped, retreated to the side of the corridor, flexibly put away the blade in his hand, and bowed down to make a gesture of invitation to a few people.

And Zhao Wu'an's posture of putting his hand in his underwear happened to be seen by her. The girl dressed in the Western Regions frowned with some disgust in her heart.

Zhao Wu'an could only take his hand out of his collar in embarrassment, and followed Du Shenquan into the tower.

Quite different from what I thought, the center of this round tower is actually empty.

Overhead, there is a circular passage with a radius of about three zhang, which extends to the top of the tower, casting a dazzling sky light. The inner walls are empty, but there is a large mural of colorful ice powder and lifelike figures underfoot.

There are only four people on the picture, three men and one woman, all in very different services, in different postures, and they don't seem to have much connection, but they each occupy a quarter of the ground impartially, and the stars are like a moon around a fireball in the center.

When I looked closer, I realized that the map of Kyushu was floating in the fireball that seemed to be scorching and burning.

"Valan, leaf-making, Tubo, Miaojiang. More than 200 years ago, we and the other four clans became allies, vowing to protect each other, live and die together, and live and die together, so that the name of the four clans will survive on the land of Kyushu. For the clan for a dynasty, for the country forever. ”

Murong Qingzhu stood at the entrance of the corridor and said solemnly to the three people who were contemplating the mural: "And when Miao Jiang was attacked by the Han people, the other three clans abandoned it and were willing to use this to achieve the goal of disturbing the Central Plains. Their success is true, but the Central Plains was in turmoil before, but forty years ago, there was only one country left, the Great Song Dynasty, and there were Khitan iron horsemen in the north, and the other three clans remembered the alliance again. ”

"But alas, at this point, no one wants to form an alliance anymore, right?"

Zhao Wu'an looked at Murong Qingzhu.

"In order to ensure the validity of the covenant, each clan had to transport hostages to the other three. You are a native of Tubo, and you were sent to Miaojiang as a hostage, and this man in a dark shirt is your lover, in order to save you who have lost your memory, you pretended to be a Tubo envoy to come to Miaojiang. ”

After he finished saying these words without changing his face, the three people present were stunned, and the man in the dark shirt looked even more shocked, staring at Zhao Wu'an with cold eyes, without hiding the hostility in his eyes.

"Miao Jiang is good at making poison and refining Gu, and one of them is a kind of forgetful Gu that is spread in the outside world, and it is not a fantasy. Zhao Wu'an's gaze shifted between Murong Qingzhu and the man in the black shirt, "She doesn't remember you anymore, she just thinks that she is the tower keeper of the Miao tribe, and you are the envoy of Tubo." ”

The man in the black shirt was shocked, his eyes stared straight at Murong Qingzhu, cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his voice trembled: "Qingzhu ......"

Murong Qingzhu just looked at him without changing his face, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The deceased has been separated for many years, and it has been three lives since they met.

The red-eyed man in the black shirt slammed his fist into the stone wall, and said with a hideous face: "These vicious Miao people, this revenge is not a gentleman!"

"No, I think you're wrong. The target of revenge should not be the Miao people, but the Tibetans. Zhao Wu'an took out the jade pendant given by the green ghost from his clothes, threw it into the air, and caught it steadily.

Looking at it now, the complicated and obscure ancient characters on this jade pendant seem to have indeed been seen near Kunlun, but the two were not linked together at that time.

"The four clans formed an alliance and used the jade pendant as a token. Although this is my guess, it should be eight or nine and ten. Princess Varan and Miao Wang Dailou Duyun both carried a piece of jade pendant with them, which was no different from what I had seen in the early years of leaf making, and it was no different from the piece in my hand that I had found from the ancient tomb of the Central Plains. ”

Thousands of miles away, the man in the black shirt who came to Miao Jiang from Tubo had a complicated expression, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the jade pendant in Zhao Wu'an's hand.

"Such a jade pendant, I have seen the three pieces of Valan, Yezuo, and Miaojiang, so the last remaining piece undoubtedly represents Tubo. The most distinctive scenery of Tibet is the desert and snowfield, and the most impressive is undoubtedly the sand. The original intention of the design of the ancient tomb deep in the hinterland of the Central Plains is also to create a desert out of thin air with a kind of sacred water, which is very consistent with the life style of the Tubo people.

"Since the jade pendant will be found in the tomb, that is to say, Tubo has suffered a lot of changes in the past two hundred years. ”

And that's exactly what happened. Throughout the ancient and modern times of the four tribes, the foreign enemies of Valan have decreased, although Miao Jiang submitted to the Great Song Dynasty but the territory has not changed, and the leaves have expanded to the point that they are enough to divide the world with the Great Song Dynasty and the Khitan, only Tubo is being eaten away by foreign tribes step by step, and the rest can only survive on the plateau snow mountain.

"I think that among the Tibetan people, there is probably a clan that believes in the desert, and when the territory of Tibet is constantly encroached, they enter the Central Plains with the jade pendant that symbolizes the identity of the Tibetan people, hoping to cultivate an immortal army in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and they do not hesitate to sacrifice the entire ethnic group for this. After the fall of Miaojiang and the abandonment of the covenant, the remaining Tubo people were unwilling to witness the demise of their own ethnic group, so they had the idea of restarting the covenant, but the jade pendant, which symbolized the covenant, had been lost, and they had no choice but to send hostages. ”

Zhao Wu'an carried the jade pendant and walked towards Murong Qingzhu, who was standing at the edge of the passage. Murong Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he hurriedly retreated.

A gust of wind moved. Zhao Wu'an suddenly stopped, but the man in the black shirt had already rushed in front of Murong Qingzhu and stopped in front of Zhao Wu'an.

"I ordered Huya to come to Miaojiang this time just to take Qingzhu away. The man in the dark shirt had a cold face, but there was a burning brilliance in his eyes.

He reached behind his shoulder and ripped off the strap from the weight.

A blunt sword that was even bigger and more terrifying than Luo Shenfu was displayed in front of Zhao Wu'an.

"Whether she remembers me or not, I'm going to get her out of here. Those who stand in my way are only killed. ”

Murong Qingzhu frowned, and was about to say something, when he was interrupted by an abrupt applause.

Syllable. Syllable. Syllable.

Zhao Wu'an didn't even need to look at it, he knew that this applause must have come from Du Shuquan.

In the Pingshan Inn, he fought desperately, but he was able to barely escape with Xu Rong's help. Now, in addition to the empty Luoshen sword box, Zhao Wuan is unarmed, and he has no confidence to turn his face with this first-class master.

In this round tower, Du Shenquan wanted to kill him, but it was just a matter of one.

However, since Du Shenquan obeyed Xie Hui's orders, he categorically would not attack Zhao Wu'an. At this point, he is still confident.

Then the key to the rest is what is the purpose of Du Shenquan's appearance here, and Xie Hui's sending Zhao Wu'an here.

He vaguely felt that in the chaos of Miao Jiang, this was the core of the whirlpool.