Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

Xie Yun used a fan to block the branch coming towards his throat, and with a flash of his body, there was a "pop" sound. When the fan knocked down the branch, Xie Yun had already arrived behind Nangong Suisui, and Nangong Suisui's two wrists were was held in his hand.

He nodded slightly, faced this woman who was almost as tall as himself, and whispered in a clear voice: "In terms of martial arts, I am not as good as King Qi, but in terms of speed, he is not as good as me, so you who are not as good as King Qi,... He is definitely no match for me in terms of speed.”

"In today's world, there are only a few people who know that I know martial arts, just like there are not many people who know your true identity. So our deepest buried secrets are known to each other."

"Miss Asui, I can't repay you for saving my life, but what I want to say is that your secret will rot in my belly. Unless you are willing, I will not tell anyone."

The domineering and fierce Nangong Suisui was crushed into dust, and she had no choice but to put away her sharp edges. In this way, she was carefree.There is also a bit of femininity: "You, are you going to hold me like this?"

Xie Yun quickly let go of her: "I'm sorry, I was careless and forgot that you are a woman."

Nangong Suisui didn't know how she felt when she heard this. She was always afraid that others would say she wasn't manly enough, so she tried her best to be rude. She didn't mind even if she was laughed at for being a reckless man.

However, when Xie Yun said that she didn't look like a woman, she felt a little angry and even a little lost for no reason.

It must be that Xie Yun's identity was discovered, so he felt this way.

Nangong Suisui kicked pebbles and walked with his head buried in his thoughts.

The sunlight illuminated her figure, which was short and soft. Xie Yun quickly kept a few steps away from her, for fear of offending this unfeminine girl.

The two had their own thoughts, but eventually boarded the ship to Liangzhou.

On the other hand, Changsun Tao and his party had footprints all over the world, leading the way for hundreds of miles, and smoothly entered the southern Xinjiang, the southwest of Daqin, that ancient and mysterious zone.

Changsun Tao had guarded southern Xinjiang for several years. There was also his mansion here, and a place where he once wanted to take Yu Qinghuan to spend the rest of his life together.

But they did not stop. Instead, they rushed into the deep mountains and forests to look for the person who raised the poison.

The group of people had been running around for more than half a month, and they were already exhausted.

But Changsun Tao, who should have been the most exhausted, could not see any signs of fatigue.

Along the way, he stayed by Yu Qinghuan's side almost all the time.

Wash your face, wipe your body, and change your clothes.

He takes good care of Yu Qinghuan every day, wipes her clean every day, and always wears fresh clothes.

If the boat rocks, he will hold Yu Qinghuan in his arms; if the sky changes, he will stay by Yu Qinghuan's side and whisper.

Just like how he personally took care of Yu Qinghuan more than ten years ago, but now he has grown up a lot and is much more careful and considerate.

At this moment, it was difficult to drive in the deep mountains, so he held Yu Qinghuan and sat on Xiao Hei's back, letting Yang Qian hold him in front.

"There is a village ahead," Yang Qian said in surprise, "We have secured accommodation for tonight."

Everyone looked in the direction Yang Qian pointed, and sure enough, there was a village not far ahead, hidden in the dense forest.

The houses in the village are made of wooden boards, and the low buildings are covered with moss-covered tiles. The smoke from the cooking stoves overflows, adding a lot of fireworks smell to the village.

When Baili Wuxiang saw the clothes hanging in front of the building, he solemnly ordered: "Take off your weapons and put them into the bags hanging on the saddle. The last two guards used leaves to mark everyone's footprints as they walked. Sweep away."

"Master, what's wrong?" Changsun Tao asked in confusion.

Baili Wuxiang said: "Silly boy, you have been guarding southern Xinjiang for these years, haven't you studied the customs and customs here? Did you see the clothes hanging to dry? This is a Miao village."

Yang Qian said disapprovingly: "Old man, you are too timid. There are only twenty or thirty families in this village. Counting six people in each family, there are more than a hundred people. How can you be a threat?"

Baili Wuxiang glared at him fiercely: "You simple-minded thing, don't argue with me if you don't understand."

Changsun Tao said: "Master, to be honest, during those years in southern Xinjiang, I spent a lot of time on the mountains and terrain, and did not pay too much attention to the customs of these small villages. I would like to ask Master to clarify my doubts."

Baili Wuxiang waved his hand: "You can be forgiven for not knowing. Southern Xinjiang is too complicated. There are many villages in the deep mountains and old forests. The ethnic groups in each village may be different, and they live in seclusion here. The Miao people are mysterious and ancient, and they are often good at witchcraft. If you want to understand them, you will have to spend more than ten years. Even if I wander here for many years, I still can't fully understand them."

Baili Wuxiang stroked his beard and continued: "The Miao people in southern Xinjiang are different from the Miao people in Liangzhou. I heard that they are the direct descendants of Chi You in ancient times because Chi You was forced to flee after his defeat and finally lived in seclusion here. Deep in the mountains, there has been little contact with the outside world since then. Even the changes in dynasties and historical changes have not had much impact on them. They still believe in saints and witches."

"But it is precisely because of this that the ancient secrets have been passed down in their hands. The good news is that we have found a village where Gu can be raised. The bad news is that we may not be able to save the girl, but will risk our lives here instead."

Yang Qian wondered: "Why?"

Baili Wuxiang said: "In southern Xinjiang, the Miao people raise Gu children and practice witchcraft. These two ethnic groups basically control all the gods and ghosts. But they are extremely exclusive and have difficulty communicating. If you are not careful, I don’t even know how I fell into their ‘spell’.”

Everyone lives in the civilized Daqin Kingdom. Villages like these, which live in seclusion in the mountains and old forests, have been unilaterally included in the territory of Daqin. In fact, everyone knows very little about them. Baili Wuxiang's words made everyone Those who despised them fell silent.

Baili Wuxiang pointed to the people behind him and ordered: "Please be careful and remove all the murderous intent from your bodies. Don't leave even a single footprint. Do you understand?"

Why on earth can't we leave footprints?

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the village, Yang Qian wanted to ask why he couldn't leave footprints, but he had to suppress his curiosity first and protect Changsun Tao and Yu Qinghuan wholeheartedly to prevent anyone from shooting cold arrows.

The crowd slowly approached the village, and their movements also attracted the men, women, and children in the village.

The man in a double-breasted green and black short coat and the woman in embroidered batik clothes looked at these uninvited guests with hostile expressions.

The two sides were at war with each other and were ready to attack. Baili Wulian hurriedly stepped forward and carefully explained in Miao language: "We are passers-by and have been sleeping rough in the jungle for several days. We would like to stay here for the night, please." It’s convenient.”

Baili Wuxiang was obsessed with weird things. In order to learn the art of Gu, he lived in southern Xinjiang for several years, so he could speak the languages ​​of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang.

"Who are you?" The crowd divided into two sides, and a burly middle-aged man emerged from the crowd.

Generally speaking, the Miao people in southern Xinjiang are much shorter than the Qin people. Generally, men of this height are usually the personal guards of the clan leader.

Baili Wuxiang replied: "That person right away is His Highness King Qi of Great Qin, and the person in his arms is Princess Qi. Because Princess Qi's life is at stake, we have to sneak into the mountains and forests to find a way to save her life. But in the forest After walking for a few days, everyone was tired, and we happened to see a village here again, so we wanted to stay overnight."

Yang Qian sweated a lot: "Old man, why do you say everything?"

Baili Wuxiang said: "They hate deception the most, and they have their own magical powers. Even if I don't tell them, they have their own channels to know. Don't interrupt!"

However, everyone who looked on guard did not expect that when these Miao people knew that the visitor was Queen Qin Qi, their attitude instantly changed [-] degrees.