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night.
The bright moon is bright, and some people can't sleep.
And outside the distant southern border of Daxia, there were people who stayed up all night.
Southern Xinjiang, Miao Village.
The climate in southern Xinjiang is hot and humid, and it is like spring all year round. Even in the dead of winter, there is not much cold, and the mountains and forests are still lush, with no fallen leaves and yellowing, and no vegetation decay.
Southern Xinjiang is named Miao. According to legend, it is the descendant of a demon god in ancient times.
Tonight in the Miao Village, bonfires illuminate the sky.
The bonfire stretches for dozens of miles, and from a distance, it looks like twinkling stars scattered in the world.
In the center of these stars, Wuyangyang kneels and worships a group of people.
They were all wearing colorful clothes, mainly blue, with their hands spread flat on the soft and moist soil, their foreheads pressed tightly against their palms, and their expressions were pious.
There was a woman wearing a jade-white robe, with a graceful figure, a veil on her face, and silver jewelry on her head. She was spinning around the bonfire with her bare feet.
The woman's toes tapped the ground rhythmically, and her body moved upwards, as if she was about to turn into a fairy and fly to the sky, only to be tightly held by the earth.
The woman is the saint of Miao territory, called Zuya Yuxi, and she is one of the leaders of Miao territory.
Her voice was light and sweet, and she sang prayers.
These two days are holy days in Miao territory, just like the Spring Festival in the summer, they are the most important festivals of the year.
Holy Sabbath Day is roughly the day when the sacred objects of Miao territory rest in peace. The sacred objects sleep quietly and wait for the coming of spring.
After two cups of tea, Zuya Yuxi finished singing and praying. The Miao people in Wuyang stood up uniformly, stretching their flat palms toward the sky, as if embracing the night sky.
Next, food and drinks were served, and everyone began to feast, singing and dancing around the bonfire.
"Holy girl." Someone called out in Miao language. Zuya Yuxi looked sideways and saw a kind-eyed old man in colorful clothes with silver beard and hair.
The old man's colorful clothes are fluttering. Unlike other Miao people, most of the old man's clothes are mainly purple, supplemented by scattered dark blue and light blue.
Zu Ya Yuxi smiled slightly, her gauze swaying, and she walked forward slowly:
"Holy Elder."
Elder Sheng, the head of the elders in Miao territory.
If Zhao Wujiang were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man was the old man who chased Xiao Zhao Wujiang in his memory and planted the Loulan Holy Gu on him.
The holy elder had a kind look on his face and handed over a letter:
"Letter from Xuanyuan Yuheng."
Zu Ya Yuxi took the letter, spread it out with her slender hands, and read the letter. Her smart eyes flickered, her expression under the gauze kept changing, and she said softly:
"He shouldn't have left for Daxia Kyoto at this time."
"He's doing it for you." Elder Sheng said in a deep voice, leaning on an ancient wooden crutch as tall as a person.
“Whether it is the Daxia Dynasty or the Miao Territory, they both pay attention to orthodoxy.
He came to Beijing to ask for the imperial edict for your orthodoxy.
Otherwise, waiting for him, Xuanyuan Yuheng, to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, and then issue an order to canonize you, would be tantamount to disobeying and overthrowing the imperial edict of the two previous lords of Great Xia. Not only him, but also you, will arouse criticism from the people of Great Xia. "
Zu Ya Yuxi’s eyes flashed:
"Holy Elder, he and I...
In short, he should not go to Daxia Kyoto at this time. It would be more appropriate to wait for the arrival of the spring god and the resurrection of the sacred objects. "
The holy elder's eyes were deep, and there was fire in them. He looked at the clansmen singing around the campfire, and said with a smile:
"With Xuanyuan Yuheng's current cultivation level, there is no one in Kyoto who can kill him, and it is even more impossible to keep him."
"Holy Elder..." Zu Ya Yuxi hesitated to speak.
The Holy Elder seemed to have seen through her thoughts, with kind eyes and kind eyes, and said with a gentle smile:
"You want to ask those strong men in Daxia who are close to the first level or have already entered the first level, why they don't take action, right?"
Zu Ya Yuxi nodded. She had always wondered about this question, but could not find the answer.
The holy elder gently stroked his long snow-white beard, his eyes were faint, he shook his head and smiled:
"Come on, once you get to that point, you will understand naturally."
Zu Ya Yuxi wanted to ask again, and Elder Miao Jiang Sheng signaled with his old eyes and gently advised:
"There is an old saying in Daxia, there is a god if you raise your head three feet high."
