Consort Zhanzhao

Lying on Zhan Zhao's back is very reassuring, and the warmth radiating from his body is even more comfortable from the chest to the back, or it may be because Yang and An are in the back that make people feel more secure, Zhao Bijia unexpectedly gave birth to A glimmer of hope.

I hope that I can be carried to the ends of the earth just like this.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Bijia felt that even her breathing was almost merged with Zhan Zhao's. She suddenly felt a little sleepy, and she even wanted to let go of Yingyu in her hand.

It's just that although she was vigilant, she had already let go of her hand, and she woke herself up with a fright.

The slightest sound in the cave can be transmitted very far, and the people in front of them must not be far away. If someone noticed because of this... Her eyes were red with anxiety.

"Be careful!" Zhan Zhao let out a low voice, even holding her hand and Yingyu.

Zhao Bijia felt that her body was stiff. Although it was not the first time that she was held by the little hand, but... I don't know when I will get used to it.

But there is no need for others to know about this anxiety, Zhao Bijia felt that Yingyu was already clenched tightly, so she patted Zhan Zhao's chest lightly, and said in a low voice, "Put me down."

But what this sentence said... She involuntarily blew on the man's ear again.

Seeing Zhan Zhao's reaction, Zhao Bijia smiled meaningfully, not to mention that she was not used to it, Zhan Zhao couldn't stand teasing at all.

When her feet landed on the ground, Zhao Bijia looked at the surrounding environment. The sound of water could no longer be heard in her ears, the air was cold and slightly humid, and the mountain wall above her head was already much higher, so she couldn't touch the top no matter what.

She looked at Zhan Zhao, who was standing on the side with a serious face, and she was secretly happy, but she turned her head and asked Yang He'an, "When is it?"

Yang and An looked at Zhan Zhao proudly, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's going to be Haishi."

"It's been so long?" Zhao Bijia was very surprised. It was just dark when the three of them entered the cave, probably just after You. Thinking of this, Zhao Bijia said to Zhan Zhao: "You have been reciting me for almost two hours. Turn around... When I go back, I will thank you very much."

After finishing speaking in a serious manner, Zhao Bijia teased again in a low voice, "Are you tired, are your arms sore?"

Following these words, Zhao Bijia's eyes fell on Zhan Zhao's left arm. She doesn't know about others, but Zhan Zhao... the most tiring part of carrying her on her back is probably this arm. In the end, she will go to sleep When she was lying, she couldn't hold her in her arms, so she almost relied on this arm to support her.

Of course...at least she was pinched, she had never been pinched before.

Zhao Bijia only felt that his face was a little hot, and his gaze was a little off, "Are you there yet?"

No one was waiting to speak, Zhao Bijia felt a hot wind blowing from the front of the cave, and there was a crackling sound of firewood burning.

Needless to say, she knew that she was very close to the group of people in front.

Zhao Bijia stood up and whispered, "Let's go and have a look."

Turning a corner, the faint light of fire in front of her had already shone through the Yingyu in Zhao Bijia's hand. She glanced at Zhan Zhao, only to see that he was concentrating on the road ahead, with an extremely serious expression on his face.Zhao Bijia put Yingyu in her purse first, thinking about going back to pick a luminous pearl from the inner vault and return it to him.

Different from the previous cave, there are already traces of ax gouging on both sides of this cave, and there is an iron ring about the height of a person, which looks like it is used to insert a torch.

Zhao Bijia followed Zhan Zhao and walked carefully to the entrance of the cave.

Inside is a huge and empty cave, and it seems that all the more than two hundred people in the village are in this cave.

There is a huge stone platform in the middle of the cave, and there seems to be something in the middle, but firstly, it is far away, and secondly, there are vague figures, so it is not very clear to see.

Bai Qingluo... was completely different from before. She didn't have a smile on her face at all. She stood in front of the crowd, with the faint moonlight reflecting on her body.

How can there be moonlight?

Zhao Bijia suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw a round skylight opened above the huge cave, from which the moonlight shone down, just falling on Bai Qingluo.

Although two piles of firewood were lit in the cave, they did not suppress the moonlight at all.

Zhao Bijia subconsciously grabbed Zhan Zhao's hand, pointed to the stone platform in front of him, and whispered in his ear, "This is an altar!"

Zhan Zhao nodded, and said, "Let's have a look first."

Zhao Bijia hummed, then turned her head to see what the people in the cave were going to do.It's just that there was no movement for a while, Bai Qingluo was still standing alone at the front, behind her stood the elders and Aunt Bai, and behind them were the villagers circled around the altar.

No one said a word, except for the sound of breathing in the room, it was the crackling sound of the firewood when it was burning.

Zhao Bijia was concentrating on watching, but after staring for a long time and seeing no one move, she couldn't help being a little distracted. It was only after she ran away that she realized that Zhan Zhao's hand was still tightly held by her.

He was so nervous that he didn't realize...or did he deliberately take advantage of others.

Zhao Bijia scanned Zhan Zhao's expression from the corner of her eye, but couldn't see anything.

It just passed by without realizing it, this discovery... Zhao Bijia began to sweat uncontrollably, and the force in his hand was too heavy, and it was awkward, but it was a bit self-explanatory to let go like this.

Who cares, Zhao Bijia twitched her lips secretly, Zhan Zhao's martial arts are so strong, how could she not be able to break free?He let her hold her like this, so he must agree.

After straightening out this principle, Zhao Bijia couldn't help but curled up her little finger, and gently scratched the outside of his palm near the wrist.

After scratching, I felt a little regretful, and seeing that Zhan Zhao was about to turn his head, Zhao Bijia hurriedly let go of the hand, and straightened his head, not even looking at Zhan Zhao.

But she didn't look at Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao looked at her for a long time, until Yang and An who were on the other side of the princess felt that something was wrong and glared at Zhan Zhao.

As the moon gradually rose into the sky, the moonlight it set was also moving a little bit, slowly moving from Bai Qingluo's body towards the altar, and it was about to be on the altar.

Zhao Bijia squinted her eyes, turned her head and whispered to Yang and An: "Look at the place in the middle, the true leaves of the earth should probably be there, watch carefully."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to hold Zhan Zhao's hand, "Scared."

I don't know if it's the light of the fire or the light of the moon, anyway, Zhao Bijia felt that the shadow on the corner of Zhan Zhao's mouth seemed to have changed, and it seemed that he... laughed?

The moonlight finally fell on the altar, and the people below finally moved.

The elder and Aunt Bai walked towards the fires on both sides, one from the left and the other from the right, reached out their hands and took out a small paper bag in their arms, opened it and sprinkled the white rice inside on the fire.

According to Zhao Bijia's cognition, such a light meter should be blown to the sky with the rising air current, but the reality is not like this at all.

Mi Fen Mo fell straight on the fire, as if what the two of them dropped was not Mi Fen Mo but iron balls. Zhao Bijia frowned and watched more intently.

Something even more strange happened. After the rice flour powder fell on the fire, the flame gradually became smaller, and a faint fragrance of medicinal materials wafted out in the air.

Zhao Bijia glanced at Zhan Zhao, what is this?

Zhan Zhao shook his head lightly, it should be harmless.

Zhao Bijia felt more and more weird. The paper bag with the end of the rice was taken out from the arms of the two of them. How much stuff can be put in the arms?At the end of this meter, there are no more than two or three handfuls at most, and can they extinguish such a large pile of firewood?

suddenly!There was only a bang, and the already extinguished fire suddenly lit up again. Zhao Bijia was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Fortunately, Zhan Zhao reacted quickly and grabbed her with a backhand, "I'm here."

"Why did it change again?"

Originally, the two piles of normal flames were orange-red on the outside, slightly lighter and yellowish on the inside, but the flames that were ignited after being extinguished by the strange meter had turned milky white, with a little bit of blue in the center of the flame.

What is this?

What I saw today has completely overturned the natural science that Zhao Bijia learned in her previous life. Of course, the day she traveled through has already overturned it once.

The crowd moved again.

Except for Bai Qingluo who was still standing in front of the altar, the rest of the people, including the elder and Aunt Bai, knelt down together, reciting songs that Zhao Bijia couldn't understand, and kowtowed to Bai Qingluo in front of her.

What is her identity?

Zhao Bijia recalled the few times she met her before, and what she saw and heard in the stockade later, all of which revealed her identity as detached, but seeing now... this is no detached, this is already noble up.

Could it be...she is some kind of saint or something?

Zhao Bijia looked at Bai Qingluo who was standing motionless in front of the altar. Although she was still wearing loli skin, she had a serious expression and a dignified demeanor, which was not as lively and cute as usual.

The song has been sung, and the cave is quiet again, this time only the sound of breathing can be heard, and the strange flame has no burning sound.

Aunt Bai yelled "Start", and the people in the innermost circle stood up, walked to the altar, pierced their ring fingers with the stone knife next to them, and a few drops of blood dripped on the center of the altar.

Zhao Bijia's heart beat faster and faster, feeling that something terrible was about to happen, she stared intently at the center of the altar, not even daring to move.

As this person left, the next person went up again, and a few drops of blood dripped on the center of the altar.

Because everyone who was blocking the line of sight knelt down, Zhao Bijia now had a clear view of what the altar looked like.

The altar is about one meter square, and there is a circular groove in the middle, which is now full of blood, and there is a round jar next to it, which contains something unknown.

But the most eye-catching thing on the altar is the moonlight reflected by the small skylight above the head, moving slowly on the altar, almost reaching the edge of the groove.

Aunt Bai looked up at the sky, and said anxiously: "The moon is in the sky, it's too late, let's go up together."

As her words fell, the people who had gone up to stab the blood stood up one by one, gathered around the edge of the altar, and stabbed down with stone knives in a circle. After a while, the groove was already half full.

The villagers knelt down again under the altar. Aunt Bai stepped forward to take the round jar, twisted it open twice, watched the moving moonlight carefully, and hummed the song that the villagers sang just now.

Zhao Bijia sniffled, and as soon as the jar was opened, the smell inside wafted out. This smell was very familiar to her, and it was exactly the same as the pack of herbs in her room!

This is clearly a decoction made from Shanzi mushrooms!

But...Zhao Bijia felt that something was wrong again. Did they pick a whole mountain of Arrowhead mushrooms to boil such a pot of soup?

But at this time, she didn't have the heart to think about anything else, because the moonlight finally fell on the groove on the altar, and completely shone on the pool of blood. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the pool of blood It even faintly emitted a silver light.

Zhao Bijia held her breath involuntarily, and went to look at Aunt Bai who was holding the pot, and saw that she lifted the pot above the groove, tilted the pot carefully, and the soup inside flowed out.

The decoction was only a thin strip, and it didn't merge with the blood at all when it flowed down. Instead, it floated on top of the blood. When the two met, it was like cold water being poured on a hot pot, making a stabbing sound, and a faint white smoke came out .

Zhao Bijia was extremely nervous, but Aunt Bai breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this scene. She carefully poured the remaining soup on it, then came down with the jar, winked at Bai Qingluo, and then stood still.

Did Dadi Zhenye just look at it once, Zhao Bijia turned her head and gave Yang and An a wink, during which Yang and An nodded slightly at her and made a reassuring mouth.

Zhao Bijia held Zhan Zhao's hand even more tightly.

On the altar, Bai Qingluo also began to sing that unknown ballad, and her voice was different from the others just now.

Zhao Bijia heard this ballad for the first time when all the villagers sang it together. There are men and women, old and young, and the voices of the villagers are different, and they are not in the same key. , she no longer has a second feeling.

The second time was Bai Yi's singing. She sang solemnly, and she could still hear her firmness, even a little bit of determination.

But when it was Bai Qingluo's turn, it was completely different.

Her voice was clear and clear, and her pronunciation was not as clear as that of Aunt Bai just now. Although she couldn't understand, Zhao Bijia had the feeling that Aunt Bai sang in her mother tongue, and Bai Qingluo understood her pronunciation and meaning.

Bai Qingluo's voice gradually lowered, unlike Aunt Bai's firmness just now, Zhao Bijia could hear a touch of sadness in Bai Qingluo's voice, and... nostalgia?

Finally, she also finished singing the ballad, took two steps back, and knelt quietly under the altar.

The moonlight kept moving, and finally left the groove where the blood dripped and the soup was poured.

Zhao Bijia frowned, why didn't anything happen?

Just at this moment, I saw the liquid in the groove continuously surging up and down, but even so, the black-brown decoction and the bright red blood were clearly distinct and did not merge at all.

The liquid in the groove seemed to be boiling, not only surging, but also a faint white smoke coming out, and the people kneeling under the altar raised their heads one by one, looking at the altar nervously.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the liquid that was almost churning out of the groove fell down and condensed into a milky white ball. At the very center, like a seed sprouting, a green grass grew. Then it grew to more than two inches, and two more leaves were pulled out from the top.

Zhao Bijia gasped, if this is Dadi Zhenye, if they hadn't met Bai Qingluo and the other two, they would never be able to find it in their lifetime!

But... what do they want Dadi Zhenye to do?Who are they going to exorcise?

Zhao Bijia held on to Zhan Zhao, and gave Yang and An a wink, implying that he was going to snatch the thing.

But things changed again, Bai Qingluo, who was kneeling at the front, stood up, stood beside the altar, took off the silver hairpin from her head, raised it high, and stabbed at her heart.

Zhao Bijia didn't bother to hold Zhan Zhao any longer, and covered her mouth with both hands to cover up the exclamation that almost blurted out.

The hairpin pierced in, and Bai Qingluo's face, which was originally pale with a little red, immediately turned blue-gray, and she shook it twice, almost unable to stand still.

Aunt Bai seemed a little anxious, she stood up and wanted to help her, but was stopped by the elder, "You can't get other people's breath, you have to let her do it by herself."

Zhao Bijia no longer cared about thinking deeply about what it means to "not be contaminated by other people's breath", or that this thing has already smelled of Baiqingluo, so it doesn't matter whether it is for Zhan Zhao or Ouyang Chun to use it.

Apart from looking at Bai Qingluo, she had no second thoughts.

Bai Qingluo bit her lower lip, which had faded into pale beige, and pulled out the hairpin. Under the moonlight, there was a drop of bright red blood on the head of the hairpin, which was about to drip tremblingly.

Bai Qingluo hurriedly moved the hairpin to the grass, shook her hand lightly, and the blood finally fell down.

The blood fell between the two leaves, and the grass growing from the blood and the soup seemed to be alive, and immediately washed the blood in, along the veins in the stems and leaves, to the bottom.

When Bai Qingluo's blood was absorbed by the grass, the grass changed color again, from emerald green to white, like a fine jade, emitting faint fluorescence under the moon.

"It's done!" Aunt Bai jumped up from the ground, snatched the silver hairpin from Bai Qingluo's hand, gently picked up the grass, and received it in a jade box.

Unlike Aunt Bai and the Elder's joyful faces, Bai Qingluo's face was still ashen, and she couldn't see any joy.

This grass...Zhao Bijia just felt that this grass was not as simple as she thought, but feeling the warmth in her hands, and looking at Zhan Zhao beside her, he was more important anyway.

Zhao Bijia made up her mind and gave Yang and An a wink.

As soon as Yang and An stood up, they heard a woman's chuckle, which was particularly prominent in the quiet cave.

Aunt Bai's complexion changed, she stuffed the jade box into Bai Qingluo's arms, stood in front of her and shouted: "Who!"

"What?" There was another chuckle, and another woman's figure appeared in the cave, clearly the woman Zhao Bijia and the others met asking for directions when they went up the mountain last time.

"After more than ten years, my sister doesn't even recognize me?"

"Baihuang!" Aunt Bai gritted her teeth.

"Baifeng!" The new girl also put away the smile on her face, and glanced at Baiqingluo, "You took the saint away for more than ten years, and you should give it back to us!"