In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, Miaojiang has always been a mysterious place. Surrounded by mountains, the terrain is rugged. Although there are many places where water and grass are abundant, there are few large plains for cultivation.

For thousands of years, generations of Miao people have lived in this way on the land left by their ancestors, diligently cultivating medicines, raising Gu, and multiplying.

They divided into several major clans, established their own totems and beliefs, and elected respected elders to serve as Wuxian, and sacrificed to heaven and earth in the grand festival every year, in order to seek smooth weather and peace for the country and the people.

Da Wu Xian is the closest person to God in the minds of the Miao people, and even touching Wu Xian is considered a taboo, and those who touch Wu Xian are considered blessed and blessed.

The big tent of Da Wuxian stands in the center of a Miao village in the westernmost part of Yunzhou, and the black cowhide is supported with green bamboo, and the skull of cattle and sheep is decorated with it, and it is one zhang high from the ground. The wind whined through the dry bones.

Every year on the fourth day of the first lunar month of spring, King Miao will lead his relatives to Wu Xian's big tent to accept his touch, which means that the royal family will be blessed by the gods for a year and continue to rule the land.

At the beginning of spring this year, Dailou Duyun did not visit Murong Zhu's big tent, but he came today.

Speaking of which, it's still spring, and it's not a break of the rules left by the ancestors.

Following a hanging staircase made of cork strung with thin threads, the building Duyun leisurely climbed the stairs.

The curtain of black cowhide was tightly closed, and even the spring breeze outside did not stir at all, as if to completely bury those secrets that could not be allowed to the world in the depths of the years.

As a result of Dai Lou Duyun's thoughts, an air blade popped out from his fingertips, cutting open the cowhide door curtain that had been extremely tough after being exposed to the wind and sun.

The furnishings in the big tent are very simple, except for a handful of herbs and a few spoons in the cabinet in the corner of the house, which can almost be described as the four walls of the house. Miao Jiang's great witch Xian Murong Zhu had already removed the ghost face he used to show the public on weekdays, and sat in the middle of the big tent with his eyes closed.

Under the mask, Murong Zhu's face has indeed aged, and the years have carved countless marks on his face, among which there is a deep scar like a ravine, from the tip of his forehead all the way down, through the bridge of his hook-like nose, and extending to the corner of his mouth.

Dailou Duyun came uninvited, and even cut through the curtain that had been used in Wu Xian's tent for many years, but Murong Zhu didn't even react at all, as if he had closed the six senses, ignoring everything in the outside world.

"According to the previous secret letter, you have successfully solved the matter of Kuayuan Moxie's rebellion, forcing him to lead his troops back to Ziyang Prefecture, and dare not set foot in Yunzhou again. ”

After all, Dailou Duyun is the king of Miao, Hugh said that it was Murong Zhu, even Dongfang Lianmo, who was the number one in the world, stood in front of him and pretended to be a ghost, and he could not be worried. Therefore, Murong Zhu didn't speak, so he got straight to the point first.

Dai Lou Duyun stared at the scar on Murong Zhu's face, and said word by word, "But is there such a thing?"

"Dare to ask King Miao, can the son of the Kuayuan family be killed under the royal court?" Murong Zhu opened his eyes and asked lightly, "If not, the old man will undoubtedly have done this." ”

Dai Lou Duyun's eyes flashed with a faint mockery, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Yes, there is no doubt about the Kuayuan family, but he has not sent anyone to my royal court to ask for guilt." This one, I will cure thee. ”

Murong Zhu said without shock: "King Miao has an order, how dare the old man disobey." Let the judgment be heard. ”

Dai Lou Duyun didn't speak, but just raised his slender hand and shook it hard, causing a green tendon on it to burst out.

The black cowhide on all sides of the tent was suddenly sucked towards the center by some invisible force, causing the bamboo bones that held the tent to creak. Murong Zhu sat in the center with an indifferent expression, his eyebrows and eyes calm.

As the anger in the eyes of the building became deeper and deeper, the air flow gathered in the middle of this big tent became more and more turbulent, and there were cracking sounds one after another in all directions, as if the next moment, this tent would collapse.

"Murong Zhu!!" said Dai Lou Duyun.

Murong Zhu was silent and did not answer.

"Poisoned and murdered my biological father on behalf of Lou Bei, wrote a secret letter to invite Dongfang Lianmo to intervene in the chaos in Miaojiang, secretly communicated with Kuayuan Moxie, and intended to be the king on my behalf, it is you, the great witch of Miaojiang, right?!"

Murong Zhu blinked his eyes and leaned down, trying to pick up the ghost mask on the ground.

But at that moment, an air blade slashed through the air, shattering the demon mask with a single blow, and he reached out and scooped up only a cloud of dust and mist.

"The former Miao King died suddenly in the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period, leaving a situation of two heroes standing side by side in Miao Jiang, which seems to be just a matter of standing on the sidelines. But from the very beginning, you didn't want me or any of the Mo Evils to get that piece of jade. Dai Lou Duyun's voice was cold and deep, "I just want to use it as bait to force the Great Song Dynasty to send troops into Miao, so that the two forces of Dongfang Lianmo and Xie Hui can fight in Miaojiang." ”

"And you, as long as you fish in troubled waters, you can reap the benefits of the fisherman in Miao Jiang, who has been greatly injured after the decisive battle, and it is not a fool's dream to be the king in one go. ”

In the small tent where the breath was oppressed to the extreme, Dai Lou Duyun's pupils seemed to be burning, and his hair fluttered under the silver crown, he stared at Murong Zhu coldly, and asked word by word: "But, yes, this, what?"

Murong Zhu didn't say a word.

"Although Kuayuan Mo Xie was blackmailed by you to retreat, he did not make any promise not to return to Yunzhou. And once Dongfang Lian Mo and Xie Hui start a war, he will inevitably help, you just have to replace me and throw the forces of the Dai Lou family to the other side, which can cause both of these defeats. ”

Murong Zhu never spoke, but Dailou Duyun went on without a pause.

Everything was speculation, but he said it in an unquestioning tone, and there was no way to argue with it.

"That's why you deliberately planned the collapse of Dengyun Tower, right? When I met Zhao Wu'an on Qihuang Mountain, I could probably guess how much time it would take him to reach the royal court, and then calculate the date and destroy Dengyun Tower when I fought fiercely with him until my strength was exhausted, so that the entire Miao Jiang thought that I was dead. ”

"It's been less than a day since the collapse of Dengyun Tower, and even the fastest horse can't reach Ziyang Prefecture now, and it can't convey the news of my death. Although your plan is impeccable, it cannot compress the vast Miao Territory into a small sand table. Your plan will take time to complete. ”

"And if I kill you here, it will all be over. ”

"Your poisonous plot and your ambition will sink into the water of the Yellow Spring together, and undergo the eternal baptism of the Santu River, until the end of the Three Realms, the Maple God will wither, and you will not be able to get rid of !!."

With the announcement of the edict of the twilight clouds of the Dailou, more than ten green bamboos used to support the camp tent of Dawuxian broke from the middle one after another, the wind outside the house was blowing, and the buffalo skins that had been groped for years were scattered in the air one by one.

The originally dark camp tent was gradually filled with skylight.

Having lost the ghost mask that he had always used to cover his face, Murong Zhu seemed to be a little unaccustomed to the dazzling sunlight. He narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the sharp blade of qi cut through his body.

In the face of the monstrous anger of Dailou Duyun, even Zhao Wu'an would feel a trace of fear, but this great witch who had been believed in by the Miao people for decades did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, and was as quiet as a clear lake under the moon.

"You're wrong, King Miao, ridiculously wrong. He said lightly.

A hint of confusion flashed in Dai Lou's eyes.

But the strength that enveloped the entire camp was still gathering, and there was no pause or hesitation.

"It's not for my own selfish sake to disturb the entire Miao Jiang. ”

"Kill me, and the situation in Miaojiang will not be of any benefit. Dongfang Lianmo will still make a move, and the Great Song army will still enter the seedlings. All this has long been clearly drawn in Master Xie's picture scroll. ”

After saying this calmly, Murong Zhu moved the muscles on his face, and finally had an expression. The shocking scar slowly squeezed out the dead flesh, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

And those simple two sentences made Dai Lou Duyun's heart tremble.

"What did you say!?"

Master Xie, who is Lord Xie!?

This question is simply not worth asking, the answer is self-explanatory, Dailou Duyun has always dealt with Xie Hui as the strongest enemy in the chaos in Miaojiang. Although he has not been able to catch Xie Hui until now, he believes that as long as he kills Murong Zhu, the chaos will be solved in an instant.

Because in his opinion, whether Dongfang Lianmo or Xie Hui, they were just calculated by the scheming Miao man in front of him.

However, the three words of Master Xie popped out of Murong Zhu's mouth.

The Black Cloud Society led by Xie Hui has a total of two doors and seventeen pavilions in the world, and there is one each in Yezhi and Miaojiang. This matter, Dai Lou Duyun also knows it.

It's just that he would never have thought that Xie Hui, a native of the Central Plains, could infiltrate his power like water into the core of Miao Jiang, Murong Zhu in front of him.

"You...... Are you the master of the Five Poison Sect?" asked Dai Lou Duyun in disbelief.

"King Miao, I guessed wrong again. ”

However, Murong Zhu's voice had become vague, not entirely due to the oppression of Dai Lou Duyun's qi, but more because of the changes in his own body.

This old man, whose origin has almost been forgotten by the world, suddenly rose up in front of the twilight clouds of Dailou.

His back bulged like a mountain, his old cloth was torn to shreds, the horrible scars on his face were filled with flesh and blood dripping outward, his facial features were sinking in unison, and slender and long nails sprouted from his eye sockets and ears.

"I'm just the five poisons themselves. ”

Miao Jiang Da Wu Xian, Murong Zhu's last voice was drowned in the vast insect tide.

His body turned into a huge insect, and against the wall of unparalleled sharpness, he pounced on Dailou Duyun with a hideous face.

The sound of beeping, the low roar of wild beasts hunting, and the sound of cowhide mixed with the cracking silk of green bamboo being chopped all resounded in the ears of Duyun in Dailou. Murong Zhu's previous speech had shocked him incomparably, and the sudden change in his outlook almost made him wonder if he was in the world.

He shook his robe and withdrew from the tent. The dazzling sky light sprinkled, and he noticed that the Miao Village behind him was full of blood. And just before the half-pillar incense, it was still full of life, with yellow hair hanging down, and it was pleasant.

Miao Jiang rumored that there is a kind of soul-attracting grass in the world, which can connect one person's life with several people, and when the soul eye dies, the person who has taken the soul-attracting grass will all bleed to death, and the soul will go to the underworld to pave the way for others.

Murong Zhu's tent was empty, except for a few herbs in the corner cabinet.

It was as if something had surged up in the pupils of the twilight clouds, igniting a prairie fire.

He can allow others to deceive him, hurt him, and take advantage of him. He is a king, and he will inevitably have more enemies and fewer friends along the way, and he has already recognized it.

But he could not tolerate anyone harming his people.

If you can't protect the thousands of people behind you, you are not worthy of being a king.

From the first day he ascended to the throne, Dai Lou Duyun had already decided to carry the entire Miao Jiang with his own body. Whether the road ahead is full of lotus flowers or the purgatory of the sea of blood, he will carry Miao Jiang all the way, gritting his teeth and walking forward, even if his whole body is blurred with flesh and blood, and his muscles and bones are broken, he will never stop.

The big worm that Murong Zhu had turned into pounced on him, and there was a fishy smell coming from the bloody mouth formed by the scar.

Dai Lou Duyun's eyebrows were full of murderous anger.

"Don't think that's going to put me on hold. ”

"Xie Hui, Dongfang Lianmo, and the Five Poison Gates, I will kill them one by one. ”

"I swear as the king of Miaojiang—"

"I'm acting on behalf of Lou Duyun and swear to break this situation. ”

"Otherwise, I will be blinded and dumb-mouthed, unable to hear or hear, and unable to smell in my nose, and suffering from 30,000,000 years of suffering in my body, and my soul will be imprisoned in the sea of judgment, and I will not be able to live forever, and I will not be able to sin by killing all people!"