"Uh...what's going on?" Chu Xiu was a little confused.
Although his spirit is very strong, his study of the spirit is actually very superficial.
Just before he saw Duanmu Yaoyao's true spirit last time, he had always thought that the level of his ancestral orifice spirit was only the Mingling level.
Duanmu Yaoyao muttered: "Probably because, in my ancestral orifice, your spirit has been slowly dissipating."
As she said this, she also looked uncertain.
"Disperse?" Chu Xiu was startled and felt it silently. He didn't feel anything special.
"But when I was in your ancestral orifice, the spirit didn't seem to dissipate." Duanmu Yaoyao whispered, feeling a little puzzled.
Chu Xiu thought for a moment and asked, "Has our master ever taught you about the spirit of the ancestral orifice?"
"What I am best at is the principles of medicine." Duanmu Yaoyao said, "What Master told me is basically about medical skills and pharmacology."
"Let's ask other senior brothers and sisters when we get back." Chu Xiu felt helpless.
Duanmu Yaoyao stared at Chu Xiu, "What do you want to ask?"
Chu Xiu blinked and thought, how could he ask this? Suddenly, something moved in his heart and he grinned, "It's really not convenient to ask."
Once asked, wouldn't the secret between him and the seventh senior sister be exposed?
Moreover, he was not interested in seeing a man's naked spirit.
"Master left behind a lot of books." Duanmu Yaoyao was still staring at Chu Xiu and warned, "Don't tell anyone what happened between us, otherwise, huh."
Chu Xiu directly stretched out his right little finger, "Then let's pull the hook."
Duanmu Yaoyao was speechless and wanted to complain, but in the end he stretched out his little finger and hooked it on Chu Xiu's.
As soon as the two fingers touched, Duanmu Yaoyao felt as if his little finger was soaked in nectar and jade liquid, which was extremely comfortable.
Finish the hook.
"Give me your sword." Duanmu Yaoyao said directly.
Chu Xiu blinked and handed the silver Huangtian Sword directly to Duanmu Yaoyao.
Just like last time, Duanmu Yaoyao's true spirit was unable to catch the Huangtian Sword at all, and he threw himself directly into Chu Xiu's arms.
"..."
Two days later.
This white cloud floated over Wuzhou.
Chu Xiu, who was aware of this, waited until dark before telling the seventh senior sister Duanmu Yaoyao the news.
Their spirits returned to their original bodies.
The two of them turned their heads in perfect agreement, not looking at each other.
In Duanmu Yaoyao's ancestral orifice, Chu Xiu's spirit was like the most delicious pastry in the world. Duanmu Yaoyao no longer dared to recall what her true spirit had done.
Chu Xiu could hardly look directly at the seventh senior sister.
After the two of them calmed down, the white clouds were falling, getting smaller and pouring into the green gourd.
When the two fell into a mountain forest, the clouds and mist had completely poured into the gourd.
"Next, where are we going and what are we doing?" Chu Xiu asked.
Duanmu Yaoyao pondered: "The quickest way is to go to the border first and see what orders the Daqian soldiers have received.
In addition, our Zhuque Academy’s information network is still very well-informed. "
"In the stage of collecting information, I will listen to you, senior sister." Chu Xiu said with a smile.
Duanmu Yaoyao was noncommittal. Now, facing this junior brother, she could no longer treat him as normally as she had in the past.
Mainly, she felt that what she did in the ancestral orifice and what this junior brother asked her to do were too ridiculous.
After deciding on the division of labor, Chu Xiu directly carried Duanmu Yaoyao on his back and walked quickly through the mountains and forests in order to go faster.
Three days later.
The two of them had a preliminary understanding of the movements of Daqian soldiers stationed outside Wuzhou.
As for Daqian, they sent envoys one after another to many tribes in southern Xinjiang to win over them. At the same time, in the commander's tent, a complete and detailed plan to capture Wuzhou had been formulated.
Unfortunately, the two did not investigate Emperor Wu's real purpose in initiating this military disaster.
"If you want to prevent this military disaster, you must first find out what Emperor Wu's real purpose is..." Duanmu Yaoyao analyzed, "According to the existing information, Emperor Wu once obtained the Spring and Autumn Gu in Wuzhou. Golden Scale Gu must have come into contact with some tribes in southern Xinjiang during the era he lived in.
Perhaps those tribes still have some records about Emperor Wu. "
Chu Xiu nodded. He thought the same way. The breakthrough lies in the footprints of Emperor Wu.
"The people who know the most about Gu insects in Southern Xinjiang should be the Gu Sha clan." Duanmu Yaoyao said thoughtfully, "The Gu Sha clan is one of the top ten clans in Southern Xinjiang."
"Gusha Clan..." Chu Xiu whispered. He had heard this name from Duoya Cailin when he came to Qingmingyuan last time with his master Chen Changsheng and fourth senior brother Zhao Wangsun.
The legendary Gu demon who was buried in Qingmingyuan seemed to be from the Gusha clan.
"The Gusha Clan was mentioned in the handbooks of Su Nu, the ancestor of the medical family." Duanmu Yaoyao told a legend of the Gusha Clan, "The Gusha Clan believed in the Gu God. In the era when Su Nu lived, the Gusha Clan The people of the Gusha tribe have a tradition that when a baby of the Gusha tribe is born, the parents will plant a kind of Gu insect called Fan Gu in the baby's body.
This voodoo will grow with the growth of the baby. It is said that this kind of mortal voodoo has the ability to grow. If the child has high talent in the future, the mortal voodoo may transform into a spiritual voodoo, or even a higher-level voodoo.
According to the plain girl's handbook, any child who is sown with this kind of mortal poison will not be allowed to leave the Gusha clan for the rest of his life. Once he leaves the Gusha clan's territory, his whole body will directly turn into a pool of blood. "
"Um... So nowadays, the Gusha clan probably doesn't have this tradition anymore?" Chu Xiu paused and asked. He felt that the record that the Seventh Senior Sister just mentioned should be exaggerated.
It may be true that Gu worms have been planted since birth.
But once it leaves a certain area, it turns directly into blood, which is a bit exaggerated.
Duanmu Yaoyao said: "On the surface, I've never heard of it."
"In other words, there is something secretly there?" Chu Xiuruo realized something, and said, "If there really was such a tradition in the past, after so many years of development, it is estimated that the people of the Gusha tribe have discovered some kind of pattern, and only give A certain baby planted this mortal poison.”
"I think so too, let's go to the Gusha Clan first." Duanmu Yaoyao said softly, "Our real purpose is not to explore the secrets of the Gusha Clan, but the footprints of Emperor Wu."
"good."
…
The Gusha tribe is located in the hinterland of southern Xinjiang.
"Is this southern Xinjiang?"
Tian Tinghe, the left prime minister of the Daqian Dynasty, stood on a mountain peak, looking at the Gusha tribe in the distance, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Recently, he secretly came to southern Xinjiang on the orders of Emperor Qian and was responsible for lobbying the Gusha clan.
When he came to southern Xinjiang, he had already deeply felt the dangerous terrain, harsh environment, and savagery of the people in southern Xinjiang. He believed that sending troops to attack this area was definitely a thankless task.
It can even be said that it makes no sense at all.
If you want to expand your territory, why not go to war with Beiliang directly? Or take direct control of Jianzhou, which has always been independent?
When he arrived near the Gusha tribe, he had a vague feeling that Emperor Qian might have an ulterior motive for this war against southern Xinjiang.
The scenery in front of me is so beautiful that even Jingzhou, which is famous for its beautiful mountains and rivers, cannot be compared to this place.
The hills rising from the flat ground are in various shapes and are full of greenery; the large lake-like lake-like lake is as clear and bright as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding bamboo forests and ancient trees.
Streams of streams converge in Dabo, winding and flowing smoothly.
The quaint stone houses, lined up in rows, are scattered among this beautiful scenery, as if they were formed naturally.
This place doesn't look like Southern Xinjiang at all, but more like a paradise or paradise in a picture scroll.
"Something doesn't seem right."
"Why do you feel so eerie when you look at it?"
After looking at Tian Tinghe, the left prime minister of the Gusha clan for a while, I felt a little scared.
