The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The elder did not speak, and the room fell into a temporary silence.

An eerie silence.

Alan kept looking at Jiang Si, his eyes kept changing.

I don't know how long it took, the first elder finally said: "Elder Hua has already told you that the saint of my clan is seriously ill and it is inconvenient to appear in front of the clan, so please temporarily act on behalf of the saint to appease the clan."

Jiang Xi nodded slightly.

"Well, I will tell you some necessary things in the past few days. After the New Fire Festival in seven days, you will appear in front of the clan as a saint and take the responsibility of making fire..." The elder said, He asked Jiang Si with a gentle expression, "Can you understand?"

Jiang Si nodded again and said succinctly, "Understood."

For Elder Wu Miao, she couldn't be too casual.

She was grateful to the old man in front of her, and was also alert to the old man in front of her.

It is difficult for Elder Hua to keep her in Wumiao, but the Great Elder has many means.

"Alan, you take... the saint to rest first."

Alan glanced at the elder abruptly, his lips moved to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything. He bowed to the elder and said to Jiang Si, "Come with me."

The first elder frowned slightly and reminded: "Alan, pay attention to your attitude towards the saint."

Alan's heart froze, and he said yes, and his expression became respectful: "Holy maid, please come with the lowly maid."

Regardless of whether Alan was contemptuous or respectful, Jiang Si's expression did not change much from beginning to end, and then walked out silently.

"Wait a minute." The elder said again.

Jiang seemed to stop.

The first elder walked in front of her step by step, stretched out his index finger and pressed it lightly between her eyebrows.

A slight burning sensation came, and then a red mole appeared between the eyebrows.

Alan looked excited and stared at the small red mole.

The woman in front of her had this red mole. If she hadn't watched the saint's death with her own eyes, she would have thought that the saint was standing in front of her.

"Let's go." The elder waved his hand.

As Jiang Si left, the Great Elder's expression became subtle, and he slowly said in the scent of the room: "Previously, you said that there is a woman in the capital of Great Zhou who is almost exactly the same as A Sang, I still have doubts in my heart, I will see you today. Only to find out that she is almost another Asan."

Elder Hua nodded: "Yes, what's even more strange is that she still understands the Wu-Miao language. When I first saw it in the capital, I really thought it was a saint."

The elder fell silent.

Assan has been dead for more than three years.

In the past three years, the Holy Maiden has not appeared in front of the clan, and the clan and even foreigners gradually have a lot of speculation. Especially recently, there has been a lot of rumors that the Holy Maiden Wumiao is no longer alive, making Wumiao precarious.

The saint's death was known only to her and Alan from the beginning, and now it has to be known to Elder Hua and others, which is really helpless.

This woman born to Assan is the redemption of Wumiao by the true God.

The first elder knelt down and saluted a place reverently.

Elder Hua knelt down with him.

Saint Asang's place of purification is not far from the residence of the first elder, Jiang Xi arrived with Alan not long after walking.

Alan pushed open the door and stopped, with an indifferent tone: "This is the room of the Holy Maiden."

Jiang seemed to take a few glances.

Although the house has been uninhabited for a long time, it has been cleaned spotlessly.

Jiang Si sat down at the table.

The fatigue of a long journey cannot be relieved by taking a day or two of rest, not to mention that her heartstrings have been tense, and it is even more exhausting.

Alan was annoyed when he saw it, and said sharply, "Who told you to sit down?"

Jiang Si's eyes turned slightly and looked at Alan calmly.

Her indifference made Alan even more annoyed, and she said coldly: "Do you really think you are a saint? I tell you, you are just a substitute for a saint, and you can complete your tasks according to the instructions of the elders. The table and chairs, the grass and the tree, don’t move around…”

Jiang Si listened expressionlessly.

Alan was ashamed of talking to himself, and his eyes became colder when he looked at Jiang Shi: "Did you hear what I said?"

Jiang Si poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Why is Miss Alan so angry,

Drink a cup of tea to cool off your anger and talk to me. "

Because to maintain the illusion that the saintess Assan is still alive, all the expenses here are the same as when the saints were alive.

The tea in the teapot on the table is still warm, and it is still a good scented tea.

Alan's eyebrows stood upright, and she said angrily, "Who told you to drink tea? Did you not hear a word of what I said just now—"

The next words came to an abrupt end, and the cup of warm tea in Jiang Si's hand was splashed on Alan's face.

Tea leaves hung over her face, and the tea dripped down her fair and beautiful face, not to mention embarrassed.

At that moment, Alan forgot to react and stared at Jiang Si blankly.

Jiang Sishi Shiran put the empty teacup back on the table, and said calmly, "I said earlier that I should drink a cup of tea to extinguish the fire, but Miss Alan doesn't give face, so I have to do it for you."

I've been wanting to do this for a long time!

In the past life, I always felt that I had occupied the identity of the master of others, and I needed to be a low-key person.

Only then did Alan react, and pointed at Jiang Si: "You, are you crazy?"

Jiang seemed not to move, sitting on the chair and raising his eyes to meet Alan.

It was obvious that Alan was condescending, but his aura stabilized the other side.

Jiang Si simply leaned on the back of the chair, with a lazy look: "Did Miss Alan not understand the situation? It was your elder who invited me here, your clan asked me, not me. What a fucking saint!"

Alan's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his body trembled with anger: "You, how dare you insult the saint—"

"Insulting the Holy Maiden?" Jiang Shi raised her eyebrows and said indifferently, "Isn't it you who is yelling at the Holy Maiden now?"

Alan was startled by the question, and then became angry: "But you are obviously fake-"

Jiang Si got up with a sneer, and suddenly opened the door: "Then you stand outside and shout, saying that someone is a fake saint, and let your clansmen kick me out as a fake saint."

Alan turned pale with fright, and hurriedly closed the door, then pressed his back against the door, and said in fear, "What are you doing? Do you know what the consequences will be if the rumors leak?"

Jiang Si took a deep look at Alan and smiled sweetly: "No matter what the consequences are, what does it have to do with me, a big Zhou?"

A rhetorical question left Alan speechless for a long time.

Jiang Si looked like a smile but not a smile: "So Miss Alan has figured out the situation now?"

"I, I—" I just warned the woman in front of me not to rely on being the same as the Holy Girl to be complacent, so as not to think about something and nothing. Cotton was choked to the point of speechless.

Jiang Si simply walked to the bamboo bed and sat down, leaning against the head of the bed and casually instructing: "If you want to understand, go wash your face, and remember a little."

"What?" Alan asked subconsciously.

"I'll be this saint one day, so be honest with me, or I'll quit."