"Ahem, you're here, sit down!"
A haggard old woman patted the futon beside her. Her voice sounded hoarse and frivolous, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"Master Lian, how could you do this?"
Yelv Zhiwu put down the Zen staff in her hand, took off the shaman mask on her face, came to sit next to her Master Lian, grabbed the wrinkled hand and held it in her hand, feeling inexplicably distressed.
This is one of her three masters, Da Helian, a competitor for the previous great shaman and a master of illusion.
"It's just a backlash from the illusion, it's okay, cough cough cough cough cough, poof!"
He said it was okay, but the slap in the face happened the next moment. He supported Yelv Zhiwu and kept coughing until he spit out a mouthful of blood, which made him feel much better.
But the bright red on the ground in front of him stung Yelv Zhiwu a little. His eyes were slightly sore, and he quickly turned over his wrinkled palm, clasped the pulse gate and began to feel the pulse.
"No... no need!"
Dahelian struggled feebly, but her strength at this moment was no match for Yelu Zhiwu.
"Hey, that's all!"
Seeing that she couldn't break free, Da Helian sighed and simply stopped struggling, letting Yelv Zhiwu check her physical condition.
However, the more Yelu Zhiwu looked at it, the more shocked he became. This did not look like a body that a living person should have.
The hand that checked the pulse was trembling like Parkinson's disease. She bit her red lips tightly and looked at Da Helian with tears in her eyes.
Although her knowledge of illusions was average, Master Lian actually treated her the best among the three masters.
Facing the death of a respected elder, even for Yelv Zhiwu's cold temperament, the sadness could not stop flowing out.
"A Wu, don't cry!"
Da Helian raised her hand with difficulty and waved it in front of Yelv Zhiwu's face for a long time before finding the corners of Yelv Zhiwu's eyes, tremblingly wiping away the tears hanging in the corners of her eyes that were about to fall onto her cheeks.
Her face is dull and dull, with a gray tone as a whole. There are many darker spots on her face like stars. Wrinkles cover her entire face. Her white hair like withered grass is no longer dense, but just sparse. Sparsely scattered.
She looked very old and on the verge of death. It was hard to believe that it was such an old man who cast a super-large illusion that affected thousands of people, causing the Fengdu Ghost Riders to foil their plan to round up the Khitan Great Shaman and the two princesses. The halberd sank into the sand.
But when she smiled, those dark spots seemed lighter, and the dense wrinkles became softer. She looked like an old lady next door, very amiable.
"Birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws that no one can avoid. Life is rare in the past seventy years, and seventy-seven are seventy-year-olds. This is the age at which one will die at any time. There is no difference between earlier and later days."
The old man seemed to have looked away from life and death. Although his voice was slightly breathy, it was much calmer.
Da Helian looked away from her own life and death, but Yelu Zhiwu obviously did not look away from the life and death of her Master Lian, and choked with self-blame: "I'm sorry, Master Lian, it's all my fault, I can't beat that Li Xingyun , Not only did I implicate General Xiao Han and many soldiers, but I also implicate Master Lian in coming to save me."
"If I can save you as a teacher, I will die without regrets!"
The old man paused, took a breath and continued to enlighten: "Besides, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. No one will always be invincible. How can I blame you? You are just a great shaman. When marching and fighting, it is Yelu Yaoguang. What happened to the Generalissimo last night was all his fault as the commander-in-chief."
"But……"
Yelv Zhiwu remembered the scroll that Yelu Yaoguang had just shown to his father Khan. It explained the entire plan of going south this time, but this plan could not be spoken to anyone. He wanted to speak but had to keep his mouth shut.
This plan was top secret. It was planned by Father Khan and Yelu Yaoguang, and only two of them knew about it.
But just to be on the safe side, Father Khan left a scroll for her to explain, because he was afraid that she would get hot-headed and not cooperate with Yelu Yaoguang, and she was a key part of this plan.
"It's nothing to worry about. You are the great shaman and you can do no wrong. Do you understand?"
Da Helian smiled and shook her head, and reminded Yelu Zhiwu again.
Shamanism has an extraordinary status in Khitan and can directly influence the politics and military of Khitan. The status of the Great Shaman is even more extraordinary, even surpassing the Great Khan in some aspects.
Yelv Zhiwu should be the most special among all the great shamans in history. Although she is talented, her talent is only focused on martial arts. In other aspects, this girl is naive at best and stupid at worst.
After Yelu Abaoji became the Great Khan, in order to control the power of the Great Shaman, he tried his best to support his daughter, that is, Yelu Zhiwu became the Great Shaman.
In addition to being serious about martial arts, Yelu Zhiwu was very obedient in other aspects, which meant that Yelu Abaoji integrated all the power of the Khitan. This was one of the reasons why he was able to lead the Khitan to rise rapidly.
This is a good thing for the Khitan, but it is not necessarily a good thing for Yelu Zhiwu, but Yelu Zhiwu is too simple and naive, and cannot distinguish the pros and cons of many things, and it is easy to be tricked, especially For the sake of their ambitions, heroes like Yelu Abaoji and Yelu Yaoguang may not care about the bloodline that connects them.
This is what Da Helian is worried about. Although she says that she will die without regrets, she is still worried in her heart.
She also knew that Yelu Zhiwu couldn't understand, but the worry in her heart still made her want to remind her.
"Yeah, I understand, Master Lian!"
Yelv Zhiwu nodded as if she understood something. In fact, she couldn't understand it. There would be mistakes in practicing martial arts. How could people have nothing wrong with them?
However, she was used to Master Lian's nagging, and she was also used to hearing things go in one ear and out the other.
"Forget it, you don't understand this either!"
Da Helian shook his head helplessly, took out a phalanx from his sleeve and put it on Yelv Zhiwu's hand.
"This bone whistle condenses my master's energy and spirit. Under the urging of the mantra, it can cast a large-scale illusion like last night. My master's end has come. This may be the last thing that my master can help you. ”
Yelv Zhiwu looked down at the bone whistle in her hand and remained silent. Two tears slid down her cold face. She could not accept the death of Master Lian, who had been the best to her.
Perhaps it was because she was not good at illusions, but she spent the longest time with Master Lian. Compared to the harshness and praise of the other two masters, Master Lian cared more about her.
An hour later, Yelu Zhiwu put on a shaman mask, picked up the Zen staff and walked out of the tent. She said coldly to Yelu Huxie, who was saluting her: "Prepare for the cremation ceremony!"
"Fire, cremation ceremony?"
Yelu Huxie was startled and turned to look inside the tent: "Could it be that Master Lian..."
Yelu Zhiwu tilted her head slightly and made a suspicious nasal sound: "Huh?"
"yes!"
Yeluhuxie quickly bowed and saluted in response.
