The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The woman looked to be in her teens, wearing the unique clothing of Wumiao girls, and there were strings of silver bracelets around her wrists. When she raised her hands in surprise, the silver bracelets collided, making a crisp crashing sound.

Seeing the person beside Jiang Si, she swallowed the following words, and looked at Jiang Si's eyes with confusion.

Jiang Si had an idea and said something in a low voice.

It speaks Umbo language.

The girl said "Yeah", and immediately saluted Jiang Si, with a very excited expression, and said a series of Wu and Miao languages.

Aman was at a loss, turned to look at Jiang Si, and was surprised to find that the temperament of the master who was so familiar had changed.

If Jiang seemed to be a casual and casual lady from the capital when she entered the store, now her expression is condensed and reserved, like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a snowy mountain, and her eyes are boundless tranquility.

Aman couldn't help covering his mouth, thinking in his heart, "Master is going to fool people again. It's a pity that she can't understand what this little hoof is saying, and she can't help master at all!"

It's not easy to be a big maid, you not only have to master the techniques of murder and arson, but also learn a foreign language...

The girl stretched out a hand and made a gesture of inviting Jiang Mi to enter.

Jiang Xi nodded slightly and walked in under the girl's lead.

Seeing that Ah Man was about to follow, the girl stopped and said in Da Zhou language, "Please stay."

Aman's eyes widened: "I want to follow my master!"

The girl shook her head in refusal.

Jiang seemed to want to inquire about the news from the Wumiao girl, and naturally did not want to have a change, so he gave Aman a wink and said, "Aman, just wait here."

"But--"

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Shi gently touched the purse on his waist.

Aman breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about it, the master has always kept the fascination powder in his purse, and it is a piece of cake to clean up this little girl.

After bypassing the counter, they entered a small room inside. The girl immediately knelt down and gave a big salute, calling her a saint.

Hearing the girl's name, Jiang seemed a little embarrassed.

She used to live as the holy maid of Assan for several years. She learned a lot of the holy maiden's habits from Elder Wumiao and Assan's personal maid, but she didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Jiang seemed to have never thought that an unnamed small shop on the same street as Lu Shengxiang was actually run by a Wumiao woman. It seems that there is always a hand pushing her to intersect with the Wumiao people.

The thought made her a little uncomfortable.

The past life had been turned over as her misunderstanding about Yu Qi was resolved, and she didn't want to bring back those unpleasant memories.

"Saint, you are not in retreat, why are you here?" the girl asked in confusion.

They just went back to the clan, and heard from the clan that the saint had been in seclusion and hadn't appeared in front of people for a long time.

Jiang Si frowned slightly and glanced at the girl.

The girl immediately bowed her head and pleaded guilty.

"There are things you don't have to ask."

The girl promised, no wonder the Holy Maiden did not show up for a long time, it turned out that something happened to the capital of Da Zhou.

Jiang Si slowly asked in Wu-Miao language: "Did someone buy Initiating Heart Gu from here not long ago?"

The girl froze for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes."

"Tell me about the details."

The girl recalled for a moment, and said, "A lady entered the store by accident more than a month ago. Seeing that I was from the Southern Border, she asked me if I had Initiation Gu, and said that I would like to buy it with a lot of money..."

Jiang Si frowned, and said coldly: "There are rules in the clan, and Gu worms are not allowed to be given to foreigners at will, and Inspiration Gu is not an ordinary Gu worm, how did you get it in your identity?"

She was holding the air of a saint, and the girl was so terrified that she immediately kowtowed.

"I beg the saint's forgiveness, there is really no way for a cheap girl. Hua Lao was seriously ill at that time and needed money to buy precious medicinal materials..."

"Where did you get Inspiration Gu?"

In Wumiao, although women use Gus commonly, some special Gus are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, and Yinxin Gu is one of them.

Jiang Si has lived in southern Xinjiang for several years and is very clear about this.

"Initiated Heart Gu is from Hua Lao..." The girl knelt on the ground, shivering.

For the Wumiao people, elders and saints have a supreme status and cannot be offended.

Jiang Si suddenly had doubts about the girl's grandmother.

Being able to possess Inspiration Gu indicates that this person's identity in the Wumiao ethnic group is not simple.

Given the girl's age, it is unlikely that she will have an intersection with Princess Rongyang, so what about the girl's grandmother?

"When did you come to the capital?"

The girl hesitated.

"Um?"

"The bitch came to the capital of Great Zhou early last year."

Jiang Shi looked at the batik curtain leading to the shop lobby: "Is this shop opened early last year?"

The girl did not dare to hide it, and said, "The shop has been open for many years, and Hua Lao came to the capital of Da Zhou more than ten years ago."

More than ten years ago...

Jiang Xi's heart moved.

Initiation Gu is not easy to come by. More than ten years ago, the mother was given Initiation Gu and passed away. Could it be related to the girl's grandmother?

Seeing Jiang Xi's expression of thought, the girl didn't dare to show her air, and only quietly looked at her, her eyes full of reverence and curiosity.

The Holy Maiden is the number one beauty of their Wumiao ethnic group, and she is also the one with the highest talent for practicing magic.

In the past, she could only stare at the Holy Maiden from a distance, but she didn't expect to be so close now...

The girl was so excited that her face was red and her eyes were bright.

"Do you know the exact time?" Jiang Si asked.

The girl hurriedly lowered her eyes and shook her head: "I don't know when, the bitch never asked Hua Lao."

"Where are you Hua Lao?" Jiang Si decided to meet the real owner of the shop for a while.

The girl immediately said, "Hua Lao is not in good health. She is resting in the back. The bitch called Hua Lao to see you."

"Okay, then you can go." Jiang Si's voice was light, not polite at all.

She is very aware of the saintess' status in the Umiao people.

If it is placed in Dazhou, the Wumiao Saintess is equivalent to the prince. The Holy Maiden supports the future of a group with her own talent and hard work. The love and reverence of the Wumiao people for the Holy Maiden is indescribable.

In comparison, the prince was thrown to the horizon, and I don't know how many people from the Great Zhou Dynasty secretly called His Royal Highness the prince a fool.

The girl saluted and left, Jiang Si quietly waited.

The small compartment is filled with a faint herbal scent.

It was a taste that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

The curtain flickered, and Ah Man quietly probed: "Master—"

"Go out and tell Long Dan not to worry about me."

Except for Elder Wu Miao, it is not so easy for other Wu Miao people to embarrass her.

Jiang Si still remembered the praises from Elder Wu Miao that she often received when she practiced the different arts in the southern border.

Elder Wu Miao even sighed that if she hadn't known that she was from Da Zhou, she would have thought that she was the chosen saint of the Wu Miao tribe.

Aman retracted his head, only the batik curtains swayed gently.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and the girl walked in from the door leading to the backyard on the other side, supporting an old woman.

"See the Saintess—" An old voice sounded.

Jiang Shi turned his head and looked at the old woman.

The old woman also looked at her.

Different from the respect of the girl, the old woman has a scrutiny in her eyes.

Before Jiang Shi could speak, the old woman suddenly changed her face and shouted angrily in Wu-Miao language: "You are not a saint!"