"Didn't the Jiuli Clan cease to exist a long time ago?" Ye An asked in confusion.
"The Jiuli people have always been there, but some of them have descended into the Miao people and spread out across the land of the Dragon Kingdom in the name of the Miao people. However, they are just like the Jewish people. No matter where they are, they have the same and firm beliefs. Faith, and our faith is God Chiyou.”
When Bai Jinghong mentioned the two words Chi You, her admiration was beyond words. It was obvious that her admiration for Chi You was deep in her bones.
"Are you from the Jiuli tribe?" Ye An asked softly, looking at the pattern on Bai Jinghong's palm that looked like Chi You.
"Well, not only am I a member of the Jiuli tribe, but I am also the 166th generation saint of the Jiuli tribe."
"What does the Jiuli tribe's saint do mainly?" Ye An asked in a deep voice.
"The seventh generation of our Jiuli tribe died. At that time, our imperial capital was in Bencheng. The seventh Jiuli Emperor was beheaded by Xuanyuan. Nine out of ten Jiuli tribe members perished. The remaining remnants were defeated and hid in the mountains and forests. One of them, in Soon after, we arrived at Ailao Mountain."
"So, you gave Ailao Mountain to us?"
"That's right, but the real purpose of us leaving it to you is because our whereabouts were discovered by the light of God."
"God's light?"
Ye'an heard a brand new word again, and he suddenly felt that this wife he had been with for so many years had so many secrets hidden in her, but he always thought that she was an extremely simple person.
"God's Mang is a team used by Xuanyuan to eradicate the Jiuli people. Their only mission in life is to eliminate us Jiuli people. Even though thousands of years have passed, their mission has never wavered. They are our Jiuli people's Nightmare."
Ye An found it hard to believe that an order could last for thousands of years, because according to historical calculations, Huangdi Xuanyuan's era was at least 4,500 years ago. He was long gone, but the order he issued, After being passed down, it actually became the mission of an organization.
Ye An believes that there should be no direct hatred between the people of God's Light and the Jiuli people, and even if there is hatred, it has faded away after thousands of years of time, and the hatred can fade with the passage of time. Time has diluted it, but the mission has become stronger over time.
"Later we discovered that the reason why Shenzhimang could always find us in the first place was because they were following the unique bloodline of our Jiuli tribe. So later in a melee, we robbed the daughter of the leader of Shenzhimang and let her Her bloodline merges with our Jiuli Emperor."
"It turned out that the daughter born to the daughter of the leader of Shen Zhimang could really avoid the pursuit of Shen Zhimang, so her daughter became the first generation saint of the Jiuli tribe, and replaced Emperor Jiuli as the real patron saint of the Jiuli tribe. ."
"The Jiuli tribe needs the blood of God's Mang, but they are unwilling to let this blood spread widely in the Jiuli tribe. Therefore, once the saint gives birth to a son, he will be strangled to death immediately. No matter how many daughters are born, they will eventually die. Only one can stay.”
"Ah, this... this is too cruel." Ye An said in disbelief.
"My mother told me that before she gave birth to me, she had given birth to several babies. As long as she opened her eyes after giving birth and saw nothing around her, she would know that another boy had been born and they had secretly disposed of it."
"Actually, my mother told me that she was strangled to death before we even met. She was not that sad. What was really sad was that she had to choose one of her many daughters to become a saint. Those daughters who could not become saints would be cruelly tortured. Execution.”
At this point, Bai Jinghong was already crying. She remembered the scene where she woke up from the big bed alone on the second day after she was selected as a saint.
Because the night before, she was playing on the big bed with an older sister and two younger sisters.
Her sisters and sisters were gone, and standing in front of her was the high priest in black robes.
The high priest knelt in front of her, kowtowed very respectfully, and then said in a calm tone: "Congratulations, you have been selected as the 166th generation saint of our Jiuli tribe. From now on, your destiny will be yours." We will be closely linked with the Jiuli people, dependent on each other for life and death, and share weal and woe."
"That year, I was only six years old. I didn't know the meaning of these words at all. I just cried for my older sister and younger sister. But the high priest told me with a cold face that in order to ensure the nobility of my bloodline, they must I became the only one.”
"After the saint is selected, the former saint's fertility will be destroyed, and when I become an adult, my mother will become a dispensable burden in their eyes."
Ye An kept shaking his head. He really didn't understand what the people of the Jiuli tribe were thinking and how they could have such a weird tradition.
"Twenty years ago, the catastrophe that happened to the Jiuli tribe was caused by my mother who deliberately let the light of God find us, because she didn't want me to follow in her footsteps again. All the sons she gave birth to were strangled to death. She had to choose from among the many daughters. Choosing the only survivor, every experience as a mother is devastating pain." Bai Jinghong said with tears streaming down his face.
