History of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 86 The rain does not stop, sacrificing Nuwa

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"Fengjun...the five imperial powers are divided into - singing and luan, chasing the water song, passing the king's watch, dancing to cross the road, and chasing the bird to the left."

Driving between mountain roads, unfortunately, the road became more and more rugged with the mountainous terrain.

Along the way, Feng Yun was learning the art of imperialism from the general.

You will be dull, perhaps because you have been a slave for several years and your temper has been worn away.

At this time, Feng Yun asked what he was saying, and he answered.

But there is an order of hierarchy, and Feng Yun takes the lead in everything he does.

"Fengjun, this ring and luan refers to the harmonious tune that the bells on the car ring when the car moves. However, the road is winding and not suitable for this... We can learn this song of chasing water..."

Feng Yun and the general drove the carriage together, drove through the winding waterway, and came to the other side of the river.

Looking in the distance is a huge lake.

However, although it is a lake, it seems that due to the drought, the water bank has extended far inward, and many places have dried up, exposing the dry surface.

"This is Peng Lize." Jiang lowered his head and told Feng Yun what he knew.

He was a nobleman before, and he had read all the surrounding countries and geographical records, and he still remembered them at this time.

"To the east of Penglize is the country of Han, and to the north are Yangyue and Yingfang, Tong."

"To the south is Miao Fang."

"This year is strange. There is a serious drought in Han and its west, but there are floods in the neighboring Yue..."

At this time, Feng Yun and his general were driving to the south of Penglize and around Miaofang City.

The general said again: "There is Gucheng on the Miao side."

"This place is less than half a day away from Gecheng. You should go there."

Hearing this, Feng Yun shook his head.

All the threads on his head told him that he should go south.

"Why is the southern part of Gucheng?"

Jiang said dullly: "It's a mountain."

"There is a group of mountains in Miao Fang, located in the west, called Meiling. There is also a group of mountains in the east, under the famous mountain. Although the mountains are low, the mountain roads are rugged and sometimes miasmatic, making it difficult for people to go there."

"Lingxia." Feng Yun muttered, looking at the general on the side.

He did not dare to say anything and stayed aside.

Feng Yun thought and said, "Just go ahead and drive."

Feng Yun got off the car and prepared to go to Lingxia alone.

He does not need a carriage, nor can he travel between mountains. He can ride on a jade bird or a white fox.

It was inconvenient to go there, and the country was not as rigorous as the Central Plains. Although he was a slave, he could still survive by living in the mountains and wilderness at this time.

But the general didn't want to.

"Jiang is a slave, waiting for you here." After Jiang finished speaking, he stood aside without saying a word.

Feng Yun frowned slightly when he saw it.

"Why, after you are also a noble, don't you feel at ease at all?"

He also thought that he would not be willing to be a slave.

The general said truthfully: "The general's clan is dead and he has become a slave. How can he be free?"

Seeing that he was unable to impress Feng Yun, Jiang continued: "Jiang learned about Feng Jun's trip to the Yue Kingdom, and wrote the "Ode to Dayu" to shock the Yue Kingdom... If you are virtuous, you will not be content with this. Jiang's father is a craftsman who built the palace.

The general also has some skills to make a living, I hope you can use them and not give them up."

"Are you unworthy of a scholar?"

The general shook his head slightly: "So is the noble clan. Now the general only hopes to have a place to settle down."

Feng Yun frowned slightly and looked dull. After traveling around the world, he would never settle down in one place.

"I want to travel around the world..."

"I will be willing to drive for Mr. Feng..."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Feng Yun had no choice but to say, "Just wait in Pengli Ze. You can drive away at any time before I come back."

"No." Jiang replied quickly.

This may be the use of reputation, to make scholars surrender and trust.

Feng Yunwen was shocked and turned into dozens of metal birds.

Walking like a bird.

Feng Yun didn't have much luggage, except "Ode to Dayu", "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and the Soaring Snake Jade Pendant given to him by his uncle, which he kept close to his body.

As for changing clothes... Although these days are late in autumn, I can still spend them walking during the day and washing them at night.

"Before winter comes, we have to find a place to live for a while and prepare some clothes and belongings."

Feng Yun felt the hot autumn wind, thought about the interaction of yin and yang, and feared the severe cold in winter, so he thought of this...

And when Feng Yun flew across the mountains and forests with his strange skills, those behind him would look up.

"An alien...can I still be an alien?"

He said that he would mobilize his literary spirit, but with his meager literary spirit, it might be difficult to achieve it.

"If there is no hope of becoming a stranger in this life, it is better to be one of Fengjun's horsemen and travel with Fengjun. This life will not be in vain."

In the past few days, it became clear that Feng Yun was not one of those scholar-bureaucrats, and he was always polite to him, as if he was not a slave, but a good friend.

When he was a slave, even if he didn't want to, he still had to watch his words to survive. After spending a few days with Feng Yun, he would naturally understand whether Feng Yun was sincere or not.

What's more -

"The general is just a slave, why should Lord Feng bully him?"

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The wind allowed the bird to move forward, reaching the foot of the mountain.

Mountains stretch under the ridge, with lush forests. As far as the eye can see, there are high and low mountains and lofty mountains.

"call!"

The wind is strong in the mountains, which is quite refreshing.

Feng Yun was jumping around in the mountains and forests, and the green hair in her hair became more and more energetic.

"The Nuwa family should be in this mountain."

The literary spirit is numerous, the charm of the crafting bird is also gone, the wind slowly descends from the branches in the forest and falls on the huge rocks in the valley.

In the valleys, heat waves circulate and there is little wind. In this mountain, the drought is more serious. At a glance, the mountains and fields are mottled and the streams are drying up.

"The miasma is spreading here."

"Coupled with the heat wave, it's really uncomfortable."

Weiji Gua!

With no help, he separated the miasma and looked for a way out.

Feng Yun could only use green silk as a guide and a double-tailed white fox as a mount to climb over mountains and ridges, avoid places with strong miasma, and move forward.

"Shashasha…"

Relying on her black hair, Feng Yun heard movement when the sun was in the middle of the sky.

Feng Yun was sitting behind a tree, listening quietly, as if there was someone's voice.

There is also a creaking sound.

Carrying water into the mountains with a pole?

Feng Yun looked from a distance and saw a group of strong mountain men dressed in blue linen and wrapped in scarves carrying water on shoulder poles, walking and talking on the rugged mountain road as if they were walking on flat ground.

They all have scimitars at their waists, and they look carefree, guarding the middle-aged, muscular man at the front.

"Cooper, what can you find out when you go to Gecheng?" He was speaking in the ancient Miao language, which Feng Yun didn't understand.

Fang Miao is a country of Baiyue, but it is the descendant of Chi You's Jiuli family. It speaks the ancient Miao language, which can also be called Jiuli language.

The Jiuli language was passed down orally, and the great court respected Zhou Yan. In the Yue border, only the ancient Yue language was recorded in order to communicate with Wu and Yue. As for the Jiuli language, its learning method was not recorded.

When I see it now, I can't make sense of it, so I can only remember its sound. If anyone is looking for the words of the two countries, I can explore it again.

But at this moment, the green hair in Feng Yun's hair shimmered slightly, and a soft force allowed Feng Yun to hear Jiuli's words.

"The Miao Fang family is looking for witch doctor skills."

"Witch doctor?" A young man said disdainfully: "Kuber, didn't the Gen family want to build a witch temple? Now they are looking for witch doctors?"

"You have done something immoral and you are going to die. Come to the witch doctor to save your life!"

"Nonsense, hurry up and carry water back. The patriarch said, this winter is a dry winter, cold and snowless, so we have to collect water from house to house." Cooper laughed and scolded: "Don't stay outside, we are so tired recently.

Shi is very diligent in catching young men..."

When he said this, people around him felt a little worried, but some people said: "We live deep in the mountains at the foot of the mountain. There is a lot of miasma outside, so what are we afraid of?"

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After that, there were some common words, and Cooper seemed unwilling to talk about outside matters anymore, and just walked with his head down.

Feng Yun rode a white fox and walked through the mountains.

When the white fox is weak, Feng Yun touches its body and touches its forehead, feeling the touch of plush.

"I'm tired of you."

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" says that the magic seems to have spirituality. All the white foxes summoned are the same fox, and they change with the changes of the wind. The same goes for the smelting birds... If the strange beast dies, it is not death. It just returns to the wind and waits for cultivation.

out.

The white fox dispersed, and at this time he also arrived at the place.

On the side of the valley, looking down, you can see the houses in the valley, the fields are in order, and the cattle and sheep are driven in the mountains. It is noon at this time, and the smoke is curling up, but everything is orderly, peaceful and leisurely.

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"Alas~"

"Let's get together..." a sharp female voice shouted, her voice loud and clear, echoing in the valley.

"The clan elder is calling for someone to come!"

The houses are scattered at different heights and built against the mountain. At the deepest point, there is a high platform, and behind it is a huge wooden building, which seems to be the residence of the patriarch.

The high platform can accommodate tens of thousands of people... Unfortunately, with the call and summons, only a few thousand old and weak people gathered in the valley.

When those who traveled far away to find a living in the mountains came back, they barely managed to make up the number of seven thousand.

"In one valley, there are actually 7,000 square meters of Miao people living in seclusion here."

Feng Yun felt that Nuwa was among them.

On the high platform, I saw several old men approaching with solemn eyes.

Behind him, a woman dressed in indigo Miao clothes and silver jewelry came in with her long skirt and cape swaying in the breeze.

At her waist was a silver-handled scimitar.

There are various kinds of gemstones on the scimitar, which is very dazzling.

She is not as petite as the ancient Miao women. Her figure is tall and slender, her face is smooth and soft, her skin is as white as snow, and she seems to have a soft feeling, but her eyebrows are as handsome as a distant mountain, and her eyes are as bright as a clear stream, and she has a faint heroic spirit.

Determination and perseverance.

"Chief, the rain will not stop. I want to sacrifice Nuwa. Please agree to the sacrifice. We are ready. When day and night turn, the sun sets and the yin rises, and the sacrifice is promising."

"Yes, clan leader, sacrifice is the priority."

"Chief, you shouldn't let the people go out to the mountains to find water. After the sacrifice, Emperor Wa will only protect us..."

"Clan leader..."

The leader of the clan here was this woman, but she didn't say a word and just looked at the Miao man who started to decorate the altar following the words of these clan elders.

Squeezing his palms tightly and pinching his flesh with his fingers could not change his expression.

"Sacrifice...didn't we perform sacrifices years ago? But so what."

She lowered her head and smiled helplessly, with a lonely but dissatisfied tone: "I have no power, and it is difficult to communicate with Emperor Wa. Why don't you strip me of my clan leader's clothes and sacrifice yourself."

"Clan leader, don't be ridiculous. If you do this, how will we be different from the Ji clan!" The clan elder hurriedly lowered his head.

Then they lowered their heads and became one.

Underneath, many older clan members were also begging the clan leader to offer sacrifices.

Those young people were hesitant, but they bowed their heads under the compulsion of their elders.

"Ask the clan leader to offer sacrifices!"

"Ask the clan leader to offer sacrifices!"

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This voice spread throughout the valley. Some people wanted to refute and speak for the clan leader, but they were suppressed.

Cooper returned and looked at the clan leader.

The clan leader shook his head slightly, saying that there was no way to avoid the sacrifice.

But every time she sacrifices, it consumes the family's savings and is extravagant and wasteful. The family is already in a tight situation, so how can she offer more sacrifices.

"Everyone stop it!" the clan leader shouted coldly.

The high platform was silent, but the clan elders lowered their heads and smiled, because the clan leader agreed.

"Abba, there is someone there!" At this moment, a young boy pulled Cooper's arm and pointed to the distance.

When everyone took a look, they saw Feng Yun slowly walking up the slope.

"Zhou people!"

Feng Yun was wearing a long robe with a straight hem, which was blowing in the wind. She had a bun, but her hair was slightly loose and green, and she looked like she was dressed under the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Come in and catch him!" the clan elder ordered. He did not despise Feng Yun just because he was not more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Instead, he was extremely vigilant.

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