The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The old woman spoke quickly and anxiously, her face flushed with anger.

Jiang Si sounded a little strenuous, and he roughly understood what the old woman meant: The saint has a mole on the eyebrows, you don't have one, you are a **** who should be devoured by all insects.

"Huao, what are you talking about?" The girl was surprised and pointed at Jiang Si, "Isn't she a saint?"

The old woman calmed down a bit and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Jiang Si looked at the old woman calmly, and said lightly: "I am Asang."

The old woman showed a look of error, her original firm expression wavered a little.

If the woman who looked exactly like the saint in front of her said she was a saint, she would definitely not believe it.

But this woman said her name was Asang.

If a foreigner impersonates a saint, how do you know the name of the saint?

The old woman hesitated.

Jiang seemed to raise his jaw slightly: "Someone can fake me?"

"But the saint has a mole on her eyebrows--" The old woman's aggressiveness just dropped a lot.

Jiang Si didn't show any timidity, and asked in displeasure, "Just a mole?"

In her previous life, she had lived as Asang for several years, and she had never revealed any flaws.

Of course, this has something to do with the way the Wu Miao people cultivate saints.

A group of qualified girls was first selected from the clan, and from then on, they were far away from their parents and family members and practiced strange arts together.

This is a process of constant elimination, and there are fewer and fewer candidates for saints every year, until the only saint is selected to live and practice with the elder.

Asang was elected as a saint at the age of ten, and the people who know her most are the elders and the servant girls. To other people, the saint is a presence across the clouds, holy and not to be offended.

Today, Asang has passed away for two years, and it is even more unlikely that anyone has ever seen it.

She has the same appearance as Asang. She speaks Wu Miao language, understands Wu Miao different arts, and is even familiar with some small habits of Asang. Who dares to say that she is not a saint?

Of course, if the old woman turned her head and asked the great elder to verify, and the great elder revealed the news of Asang's death, then she would be helpless.

But who cares? She just wanted to find out what she wanted to know from the old woman.

"But the saint has a mole on her eyebrows..." The old woman shook more and more, her eyes hesitant.

Jiang Si smiled, raised his hand and stroked his eyebrows, and there was a small red mole suddenly appearing there.

The old woman was taken aback, staring at the mole.

Jiang Si coldly glanced at the old woman: "Why, you still think I am not a saint? You haven't seen me for a long time, right?"

The old woman immediately bowed down: "Please forgive my ignorance."

With a move in Jiang Si's heart, she immediately understood the identity of the old woman.

In Wumiao, the only people who can call themselves "I" in front of the saint are the elders.

"Get up."

The old woman got up and asked Jiang Si, "Why did the saint come to Dazhou Capital?"

"Why are the elders here?" Jiang Si took the opportunity to ask.

Since the old woman came to the capital of Dazhou more than ten years ago, she boldly guessed that even Asang would not know the purpose of the old woman here.

The old woman hesitated and said, "I came here by the order of the elder. As for the reason... please forgive me, I cannot tell anyone without the permission of the elder."

Jiang Si quietly sighed.

It's a pity that I didn't flicker out.

But it's about the secrets of the family, and I don't know if it might be a bad thing.

In the future, the old woman will return to the Wu Miao clan, and mentioning this matter with the elder will definitely reveal her identity. If she knows some important secrets now, she might be in trouble.

"This shop opened more than ten years ago?"

"Fifteen years ago."

Jiang Si moved his eyebrows slightly.

Fifteen years ago, she was over a year old, when her mother passed away.

"It's been so long, I've never heard the great elder mention it." Jiang Si sighed.

Jiang Si mentioned the great elder in a familiar and natural tone, and the old woman immediately dispelled all doubts.

In this way, the words become more frequent.

"This matter is of great importance. Only the elder and those who perform the task know about it. Of course, the saint has never heard the elder mention it."

"That's it." Seeing that the old woman no longer doubted, Jiang Si asked, "Do you know why I am looking for it?"

The old woman shook her head.

Jiang Si's expression suddenly became cold, and he said displeased: "I stumbled upon someone who had been infected with the Initiation Gu!"

The old woman gave the girl a stern look, and put on a respectful gesture: "Please calm down the anger of the saint, it is my granddaughter who is ignorant and bold and reckless..."

The girl immediately said: "Holy woman, please don't blame Huaos, it's all my fault... Please punish me, holy woman..."

The girl said she fell on the ground and shivered.

"Not an example."

The old woman shouted: "The saint doesn't care about it, she can't get up yet."

The girl hurriedly got up and stood behind the old woman.

The old woman glanced at Jiang Si, and thought that when she saw the saint, the saint was still young, and she didn't expect that only a few years later, the elder would be a little majestic.

Thinking of this, she smiled relievedly.

There are successors to Wu Miao, so God bless him.

Between the great elder and this saint, there should actually be a saint, but at that time, there was no appearance of the chosen saint.

The old age is getting older and older, and one day he will close his eyes. If there is no saint to take over as the elder, then the Wu Miao tribe that has lost the blessing of the elder is like a wolf that has lost its fangs and will be eaten by other races. aims.

At that time, the entire Wu Miao tribe was in panic, and it was not until the appearance of Asang that the tribe members were relieved.

"Except this time, have you ever given Initiation Gu to others in the past?" Jiang Si asked calmly.

The girl shook her head hurriedly: "No!"

"Where is the elder?" Jiang Si asked, staring at the old woman.

What she really wanted to know was of course what the old woman said.

The old woman thought for a while, and shook her head: "No."

Jiang seemed to be stagnant, a kind of suffocated with a punch on the cotton.

More disappointed.

Could it be said that this clue is so broken, if you want to know where Princess Rongyang's Initiation Gu came from, you must ask her herself?

Of course the real culprit who killed his mother had to be dealt with, but it might be difficult to ask the princess about this.

Under the premise of recognizing her status as a saint, unless the old woman has a strange heart to deviate from the Wu Miao clan, she will not lie to her.

The old woman said no, it should be no more.

Jiang seemed a little unwilling, but he couldn't do anything.

"Saint?" Jiang Si had been silent for a long time, and the old woman called out.

Jiang Si looked back at the old woman, Yu Guang inadvertently glanced at the girl next to her, and his heart moved: "The elder came here alone?"

The old woman said: "Two people."

"Is the other person also an elder?"

"It's the second generation elder."

From the candidate saints who were eliminated from the training with the elders, the best qualified elders were selected as the first generation of elders. The second generation elders were selected from the group of candidates before Asang, but the second generation did not have the goddess. Appear.

"Why didn't you see the other person?" Jiang Si asked with a calm expression of excitement in his heart.

The old woman said, "Not long after she came here, she went into the palace."