my voice is poisonous

After leaving the range of the sacred tree guarded by Yan Qingjiang, Wen Yu finally knew what the Empress Wu Clan looked like.

Just like when Wen Yu looked down from the top of the mountain, the weather of the Houwu people is as pleasant as spring, with flowers in full bloom, peach blossoms, willows and green leaves on the roadside, and colorful fallen flowers, which is too beautiful to behold.

The land is flat and open, the houses are like houses, fertile fields, mulberry, bamboo and beautiful ponds are all available, it is like a small peach garden.

All men, women and children in the clan wear toga and long sleeves, their long hair is neither tied nor tied, and even carrying a hoe to work with three parts of fairy spirit and seven parts of freedom and ease.

When the clansmen saw Mo Zhongtian, they all bowed and saluted.

The chasing and playing children came and went, and they were not afraid of bumping into Mo Zhongtian's lap, and asked him to hug him with a shy smile.

Mo Zhongtian looked like an old bone, but his body was in good shape. He bent over and carried the half-grown child on his arm. The child rested his chin on his shoulder, and stared at Wen Yu curiously, refusing to recognize him. And giggled at him.

Wen Yu teased him a few times, and suddenly thought: Yan Qingjiang, who is over 70, is younger than him, wouldn't this four or five-year-old kid be as old as Wen Qinru?

With such a slander, an indescribable embarrassment came to my heart.

Wen Yu followed Mo Zhongtian, looking around, he could still see the melons, fruits and vegetables being dried outside by various households, he couldn't help but wondered: "In the Houwu clan, is it possible that everyone is like Yan Qingjiang, who neither drinks nor eats? The body of a half-immortal? Why are there so many people working in the fields?"

When the child heard the word "Yan Qingjiang", his expression was very bewildered. He scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, then he leaned into Mo Zhongtian's ear and said, "Grandfather Elder, who is Yan Qingjiang?"

Mo Zhongtian patted the back of his head, pretending to be a threat: "I don't know about Yan Qingjiang, it must be because your father didn't teach him well, go back and see if I don't spank his ass."

The child giggled, Mo Zhongtian held him in his arms, and it was inconvenient to blow his beard and stare with Wen Yuzhi, so he turned his head and explained to him in a rare and friendly way: "One Jiazi of our clan gave birth to a sub-sage, who was born a half-immortal." Yan Qingjiang is one of the candidates for guarding the sacred tree. People like us who can practice magic are even rarer. The rest of the tribe are only two hundred more than ordinary people outside the tribe. Years of life, no difference."

"How long does each sub-sage have to guard the sacred tree?" Wen Yu was thinking about how to achieve the emperor's dream of becoming a fairy, and then said tentatively, "I heard Yan Qingjiang once said that the road to heaven must be followed by the oracle. If there are monks who have not experienced calamities and climbed to the top of the tree to ascend to the sky, so what?"

"Each sub-sage will keep the tree for at least 60 years, until the next sub-sage is fourteen years old." Mo Zhongtian turned his head, squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, as if trying to see through Wen Yu's mind, he gritted his teeth and hummed maliciously. He snorted, "Why, you also want to ascend to heaven and become an immortal in one step? Let me tell you, not to mention that mortals can't enter this enchantment at all. Even if you do it by chance like you, the mortal body can't bear the spiritual power of ascending to heaven at all." If you have not been forged by thunder, you will die if you forcefully go up, and Yan Qingjiang will be punished for dereliction of duty. If it is light, the sky will give a warning, and if it is serious, it will accompany you and lose your life."

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words, and before he could say much, Mo Zhongtian suddenly dodged behind him, slapped him forward with a palm, and threw himself into a room with a brocade curtain hanging in front of the wide open door. in the cabin.

"Young man, don't think about ascending to heaven, remember." Mo Zhongtian's gloating voice gradually drifted away, and Wen Yu was almost out of temper by being played by this old urchin.

He climbed up from the floor tiles paved with bluestone slabs, his chin hurt so badly, and before he could react, someone floated down from the simple carved seat against the wall, walked up to him and stretched out his hand to support him. He held his arm and said in a gentle voice, "Mr. is right."

That person was described as a master, with a white beard and white eyebrows, he was a middle-aged man with a gentle and jade-like appearance. Compared with Yan Qingjiang, he was less immortal, but more reliable and stable. He could afford it just by his temperament The word "patriarch".

Hearing the sound, Wen Yu stroked his sleeves, bowed his hands, and bowed respectfully to the Houwu patriarch who was completely different from Elder Mo, who was as motionless as a cannonball, and bowed respectfully: "The younger generation, Wen Yu, pays homage... the patriarch is very polite. .”

The Houwu people don't seem to like jewelry, Wen Yu just came all the way, and saw that all the people in the tribe are dressed in plain and simple clothes, and the patriarch in front of him is also like this, there is not even a trace of decoration on his robe, it is unimaginably clean.

"Mr. Wen, please sit down." The patriarch of the Empress Wu, Elder Bimo, was more than a little reasonable. He reached out to ask Wen Yu to sit down, and asked the little boy to make tea for the guests. Mr. Wang Wen is not to blame."

Wen Yu waved his hand to indicate that there is no problem. The fate between him and Mo Zhongtian was just doomed in his opinion. He pinched his fingers and searched all the way from Xishan to this place, originally to find Yan Qingjiang.Without Mo Zhongtian's oolong move, how could he have cracked the word "water"?

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your understanding." The patriarch was very polite, and he waited for the boy to hand over the tea to Wen Yu before continuing, "Presumably Zhong Tian also mentioned to Mr. that if you want to make up for his mistakes, you can only wrong Wen Yu." Mr. entered into my family tree of witches, and was bound by the contract between our family and the God Realm, and was able to get out of the enchantment again. If you agree, I will order someone to start arranging Mr.'s family entry ceremony."

Wen Yu had no other choice. He held a cup of authentic Houwu tea with a strange color and a strange salty-sweet taste. He nodded sincerely and replied, "Thank you, Patriarch."

"Three days later, Mr. Wen will be a member of our clan." The patriarch nodded and smiled. He stroked his long beard and looked sideways at Wen Yu's facial features shrunken after drinking a sip of tea. Showing a teasing smile, he seemed to remind him kindly, "Elder Ji Mo of my clan often walks outside and gets one or two good teas in the world."

Wen Yu raised his head when he heard the words, and saw the patriarch who had just been stamped as a "gentleman" by him just now, smiling so much that his eyes almost merged into two slits: "Elder Mo loves mortal things, especially chess. If you can invite him Let's talk with you, don't say that you can get some high-quality tea to drink immediately, even the three-day residence can be settled."

Wen Yu suddenly realized, raised his hand and bowed to him, but said in his heart: Why is this patriarch also an old fox?

*****

Wen Yu went out of the patriarch's house, stopped the queen witch's clansman casually, and asked for directions.He appeared with Mo Zhongtian just now, and the entire queen witch knew that there was an outsider in the clan.

When the clan heard that he was looking for Mo Zhongtian, they brought him directly to Elder Mo's hut.

"If you can invite him to talk with you..."

Wen Yu stood in front of Mo Zhongtian's door with his hands folded, frowning and pondering what the patriarch said. After a while, he raised his head, and with a smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and opened the door curtain of Mo Zhongtian's house, and said bluntly : "Mo Zhongtian! Come and play chess!"

In the house, Mo Zhongtian, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the chessboard drinking tea, looked like a ghost who had been struck by lightning. He turned to look at him, and after a long silence, he threw a cup of tea directly at Wen Yu's head, annoyed: "Who?" Let you in?! You don't need to be notified, you enter by yourself, what is the etiquette of you from the Central Plains?!"

Wen Yu sideways dodged his teacup, but still let the tea drench all over, he was not annoyed, he still had a smile on his face, Mo Zhongtian's temper was almost similar to his grandfather's, the more he looked like a second-hander Wen Yuyue felt that he was kind and cute.

"Irritability, it hurts the liver." Wen Yu smiled and said to him, Mo Zhongtian chased him and reached out and patted his head: "You are the one who hurts the liver, and you are the one who hurts the liver!"

Wen Yu hid with his head in his arms, turned around and opened the door curtain and ran out. He didn't wait for Mo Zhongtian to chase him out, he laughed and stood outside the door and called out: "Elder Mo, here's a visitor."

Mo Zhongtian, who had been rectifying Wen Yu for a whole day, immediately lost his temper when he heard the sound, blowing his beard and staring like a dead gun.

Wen Yu is also a person with an odd temper, and he was famous in Xishan before.Others are not bad, they respond to every request, but they don't like to talk to people very much, they don't talk when they can, and when necessary, they just say careless words and then shut up.

But he seems to be very comfortable and talkative among the Houwu tribe. When he was imprisoned under the tree, he could chat with Yan Qingjiang and laugh at Mo Zhongtian.

He yelled so loudly outside Mo Zhongtian's gate that even the children in the room couldn't help laughing, peeping at the elder's face frequently.

Mo Zhongtian put on airs for a while, but couldn't hold back anymore, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Go, what, please come in."

The little boy pursed two small dimples at the corners of his mouth, and stepped forward to open the curtain for the "honored guest".

Wen Yu was very tall, and the black cloak he had been wearing for several days was covered in muddy water. He lowered his head and came in through the door. He took off the cloak and shook it. After shaking off the wind and sand, he raised his hand and threw the cloak to the boy.

The little boy turned around and went to hang his clothes.

Wen Yu sat down opposite Elder Mo. Elder Mo didn't say much. He wiped his toga and sleeves on the chessboard, and immediately cleared the chessboard. He said, "Didn't you say you want to play chess? Go! Go! Go!"

Wen Yu stretched lazily, took the tea that the boy made for him, took a sip just now, then held the cup of tea in one hand, twisted a sunspot in the chess box with the other, and slowly accompanied Mo Zhongtianxia chess.

Most people with a bad temper can't sit still, and most people who can't sit still are also bad chess players. Mo Zhongtian is such a bad-tempered bad chess player.

While dozing off, Wen Yu turned on the water, and after playing a game of chess with him, it was completely dark outside.

"Let's play another game!" Mo Zhongtian played chess so comfortably for the first time in so many years, he rolled up his sleeves and fought until he was in full swing, and became more and more excited like a child who got candy.

Wen Yu absent-mindedly responded, and waited for Mo Zhongtian to clear the chessboard again with a wave of his hand. The chess pieces in his hands did not fall, and he kept looking out.

Mo Zhongtian raised his head impatiently and scolded: "What are you looking at?"

"Yan Qingjiang..." Wen Yu regained his senses after being drunk by him, buried his head down, and asked tentatively, "Does he want to guard the sacred tree at night?"

Mo Zhongtian followed Luozi closely, and replied: "Before the guard period ends, he must not leave the sacred tree too far."

"How long before he resigns?" Wen Yu asked casually as well.

"Yan Qingjiang's Jiazi's period has expired." Mo Zhongtian rubbed his chin with his fingers, squinted his eyes and searched for the ground, and replied softly with a sigh, "It's a pity that the next sub-sage is fourteen years old, but his cultivation is not enough, so he can't do it." Succeed him as the guardian of the sacred tree."

"Aren't you lonely if you stay for 60 years?" Wen Yu held a black jade chess piece in his slender fingers and turned it twice between his fingers, as if talking to himself in a low voice.

Mo Zhongtian waited for a long time without seeing him fall, and immediately became angry again: "I'm not lonely, I'm doing your shit!"

He swung open the door curtain with one hand, and pushed Wen Yu out violently with the other. Wen Yu was still holding a chess piece in his hand, and was swept out by the owner unexpectedly.

With a sound of "Plop", Wen Yu fell down on the steps outside the house, he couldn't help but laugh, before he could stand up, he was covered by a cloak that flew out of nowhere.

The moon and stars were few and far between, and everything was quiet. Every household of the Houwu family also lit candles. Although it was not as good as the sentence "Wanjia", it still illuminated a path that was clearly visible.

Wen Yu put on his big cloak, dumbfounded, and groped all the way according to his memory.

A quarter of an hour later, he stood under the root of the towering giant tree, looked up at Yan Qingjiang who was sitting on the branch meditating, and said with a smile: "Qingjiang, it's offending me to harass you late at night, can I lend you a branch?" As a bed?"

Hearing the sound, Yan Qingjiang looked down, raised his hand to make a tactic, a little phoenix swooped down, and flew slowly around Wen Yu's body, its tail feathers scorched a cluster of flames.

The warm orange light made him more gentle and elegant, and the morbid frailty faded away. There was a three-point smile on his handsome face. Just because he was standing upright, he smelled of Zhilan Yushu.

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Gong is also...a handsome guy said~~Why am I so guilty when I say this?