The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The elders talked and talked, and there was a strong tendency to stop seeing the saint.

The Great Elder would naturally not let Jiang Si come out to see people at this time.

The fake ones are fake after all. If you show your feet now, you won’t even be able to get past the New Fire Festival tomorrow.

For the great elder, it is a top priority to appease the tribe first and deter the foreigners. As for the rest, I will talk about it later.

"Don't worry, elders, Assan will definitely show up at the New Fire Festival." No matter what the elders said, the elder was still unmoved.

The elder with a long face was unwilling to say: "Elder, since the saint has left the customs, why can't I come out to see people now? Is there a problem with this?"

The elder's eyes were cold, and the elder staring at Rong Chang's face slowly asked, "What does Elder An think is wrong?"

The one in the clan who is even more exquisite than the Great Elder's Distortion Technique is this Elder An.

Elder Rong Chang's face flickered, and his heart crossed: "Is it possible that the elder hasn't heard the recent rumors?"

Everyone looked strange.

They have all heard of the rumor, but it's not easy for anyone to put it on the surface.

"Rumor?" The elder's expression tightened.

Elder Rong Chang Lian simply said: "Yes, the clansmen say that the saint has not shown up for a long time, she is not in retreat at all, but has long passed away -"

"Nonsense!" The elder slapped the table abruptly, full of anger, "Elder An, the clansmen are ignorant, just believe those rumors, you, as the elder of my clan, why do you still believe those nonsense?"

Elder Rong Chang Lian did not flinch: "If this is the case, why don't the great elder invite the saint to come out to see you, so that I and others will be at ease."

The great elder turned his back, his tone resolute: "Go back, you will naturally see Asang at the New Fire Festival tomorrow."

Seeing that the elder was so determined, everyone had to leave in anguish.

Elder Rong Chang Lian looked very gloomy when he returned. A second-generation elder close to him persuaded: "Since the elder said that the saint will appear on the New Fire Festival, you should not argue with the elder. Everything will be clear tomorrow. ."

Elder Rongchang's face looked cloudy and uncertain: "I'm just afraid that the elder will cover the sky with one hand and fool the people...That's it, wait for tomorrow."

The next day was a good day.

With the good weather and the arrival of the New Fire Festival, everyone of the Wu Miao tribe has a smile on their faces.

But underneath this smile is hidden anxiety.

It is the annual New Fire Festival, will the saint appear?

If the saint still does not appear, is the rumor true?

As long as they think of this possibility, these ordinary people feel great panic.

If there is no saint, how can the Wumiao, who has broken the inheritance, be the leader of more than a dozen tribes, and how can they worry about food and clothing?

The gate of the village was opened, and a dozen tribes all came.

Each tribe may have as many as a dozen or as few as a few. They will participate in the New Fire Festival under the auspices of the Great Elder Wumiao to retrieve new fires for their respective clans.

This is the only day they can enter Wumiao Village once a year.

There are countless poisonous insects and miasma. Only by wearing a special sachet issued by the black seedlings at the door can you be protected from poisonous insects and miasma.

This kind of sachet is only effective for half a day, just enough for foreigners to participate in the New Fire Festival.

People with different costumes walked in. There were men and women, old and young. If you look closely, you will find that these people are keeping a distance from a few people in Tsing Yi.

Those Tsing Yi people didn't have many expressions on their faces, and even the only teenager looked dull, without the curiosity that people of his age should have.

The elders of Wumiao, headed by the great elder, greeted these people.

A middle-aged man in a white robe smiled and asked: "Elder, I don't know who is making the fire today? Could it be that you did it yourself like last year?"

The elder glanced at the man and said faintly: "As the elder Wumiao, I am more pious by my own hands. Is it because Patriarch Xuemiao dislikes?"

The man laughed and said: "The elder joked, how dare I dislike it? It's just that the person who made the fire in the past has always been the saint of Wumiao, but it's strange that you have done it in the past few years."

People from other tribes exchanged glances quietly, each with their own thoughts.

Wu Miao and Xue Miao have not torn their faces on the bright side, but they have been opposed for a long time.

In fact, Xuemiao and Wumiao belonged to the same family. Later, because of some contradictions, they separated. Xue Miao is weak, and in the eyes of other tribes, it is only dependent on the existence of the Wu Miao tribe, which is obviously not the case for the Xue Miao tribe.

Especially the vacancy of Wu Miao's last saint, this saint has not shown her face for several years, and Xue Miao has long been ready to move.

The elder took a sip of tea calmly: "My family's affairs, Patriarch Xue Miao doesn't have to worry about it."

When the voice fell, the sound of the horn suddenly sounded throughout the village, and everyone fell silent, only the sound of the horn became louder and louder.

In the constant sound of the horn, a woman with black clothes and black hair slowly walked towards the high platform.

The quiet scene was broken in an instant after a while, and there was a commotion among the Wu Miao people.

"Saint, it's a Saint!"

With a plop, someone knelt down, and then countless clansmen knelt down and bowed to the woman in Xuanyi.

People from other tribes looked at each other, and Patriarch Xue Miao's expression changed even more.

Saint Wumiao is really alive?

His eyes were chasing the mysterious woman. Compared with the immature-looking girl three years ago, the woman in front of her is more mature, but she is undoubtedly the same person.

At this moment, Patriarch Xue Miao felt deeply depressed.

Contrary to other tribes, the Wu Miao people were obviously inspired, and each one was excited.

Jiang Si walked to the high platform amidst the attention of the crowd, and went down with a set of rituals of worshipping gods and praying for blessings. There was no error, and the great elders and others who were secretly hanging their hearts were relieved.

"Make a fire--" the great elder shouted.

Jiang Si held the Flintwood and started to light a fire.

The specially processed wood quickly gave birth to a bright flame.

The scene immediately burst into joy, cheerful gongs and drums sounded, and people began to sing and dance.

Jiang Si stood on the high platform and swept towards the direction of the great elder, and saw the great elder nod gently at her, smiling.

She turned her eyes lightly, swept around at will, and her gaze flicked somewhere and stayed for a moment.

The young man standing behind an old man in Tsing Yi was very familiar.

Jiang Si quickly recognized who the boy was, and it was Yunchuan, the corpse boy who had been rescued on the southbound road.

It was accidentally discovered that the corpse-driving boy didn't stir up many waves in Jiang Si's heart. She silently walked down from the high platform and walked towards the great elder.

The dancing clansmen chased the saint who hadn't seen them for a long time, with a relaxed smile on their faces as if they were relieved of a burden, making their dancing posture more flexible.

The scene got hotter, and people of certain status began to blend into the dancing crowd, including people from other tribes.

The love of singing and dancing is deep in the bones of these people, and it is an important way for them to express joy.

The corpse-driving boy Yunchuan also walked into the dancing crowd.

He didn't want to dance, but found a familiar face.