C3

The rain in the mountains had just begun to subside, and the birds' cries were crisp and clear. The morning light shone through the bamboo windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the long rolls of paper.

Prince Qiao closed the thick bamboo scroll and took out an old leather scroll from the high pile of tables.

Last night, Barley had handed over all of the Witch clan's ancient texts and allowed himself to peruse them. However, after watching the entire night, other than knowing the customs of the witches and the local customs, there were not many other gains.

"In the seventh month of the sixty-year of Heavenly Desolate Armor, Qiong Xiong sacrifices to the heavens and gives birth to the soul of the Three-legged Golden Crow. The entire clan congratulates you. " When Prince Qiao saw this line of words, his heart could not help but beat faster.

This was one of the earliest records of the Sub Family dealing with Witch Spirits.

"In the third month of the year of the Sky Desolate Armor, Qixiong and the Feathered Race's sword immortal crane are fighting in the Deep Sea with each other. The whole clan is in mourning. "

"In the month of June, six ears of the monkey spirit was sacrificed to the heavens by Gongsun. The entire clan congratulates you. "

"In the first month of the tenth year of the Cloud Wasteland, Gong Sun invited the Feathered Race's Sword Immortal Phoenix to battle at the peak of Mount Kunlun. "The entire clan is grieving."

He died again at the hands of the Yu Clan's sword cultivator. Prince Qiao's mouth revealed a hint of playfulness as he continued to read on.

In the next hundreds of thousands of years, the Sub Family never gave birth to a Witch Soul again. Until the end of the year, the witch sacrificed herself to the heavens and gave birth to the soul of a nine-headed baby serpent, keeping it a secret. "During the night, Shan Shan cast the Forbidden Spell, the Feathered Sword Immortal Ying Yang died suddenly."

"In October of the same year in the Desolate Lands, Qiushan was intercepted by the Feathered Clan's Sword Immortal Crane, slain nine times in a row, and her corpse exposed in the wilderness. The entire clan is filled with hatred. "

He Chengkong was indeed worthy of being the most powerful sword immortal in the entire history of the Feathered Race. Prince Qiao secretly praised. When Shan gave birth to the nine headed baby serpent, she had nine lives. He Chengkong had actually killed her nine times in a single breath.

No wonder he would shatter the void and soar into the skies.

Prince Qiao looked down again. "In the Wilderness, in the first month of January, the clan was thrown into chaos. The three Great Clans of the Qi, Zhu, and Fang Clans have all left. Three thousand seven hundred and twenty direct descendants of the branch family and eight thousand four hundred and thirteen subordinates of the branch family have dared to leave the Wasteland. "

"In December of 1911, the branch family arrived in the Wilderness and settled down in the Hundred Spirit Mountain. There are 907 direct descendants, and 2,663 subordinate descendants. "

Nearly ten thousand people died on the way. Was this a natural disaster or a man-made disaster? Prince Joe stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

This was a recent history eight hundred years ago. Back then, the Witch clan was weak and officially paid their respects to the Yu clan of the Ancient Desolation. As a result, there was internal strife among the Witch clan. Several witch tribes left in anger, and another dozen tribes started attacking the Feathered Race like they were committing suicide. In the end, none of them survived.

At this point, the Witch Clan could not recover and could only stay in the Ancient Desolation.

Throughout the family tree, Yushan was the last person to give birth to a witch spirit. Three million years had passed since Zhushan was killed. No wonder Barley didn't believe in spirits at all. It had been far, far too long. Even the ancient runes written by the Witch Clan's birds and fishes were gradually replaced by the common "Square" characters.

Prince Qiao's gaze finally landed on the Kui Cow's hide. "In the early years of the Wilderness, when the mountains were being attacked, they died on the spot."

Who was the enemy? How did Yayo die in battle? Who wrote this? The content was too vague, as if it was deliberately concealing something.

Now that Nakano was dead, who would receive the Forbidden Spell? Prince Qiao's eyes flashed as he tapped the last two names of the Kui Cow Skin: "Branch" and "Branch General", over and over again.

Was it the Maguspriest who was responsible for offering Ji Hao up, or the dissolute popinjay?

Prince Qiao pondered for a long time before he picked himself up and sauntered down the bamboo building.

The people in the village got up early, and the women were already busy. Feeding the chickens to the pigs, patching up the clothes and filling up the valleys, driving the mule at home to pull the millstone. They saw Prince Joe, some shyly avoiding him, others staring at him with burning eyes and whispering to each other from time to time.

All the men were practicing kung fu by the stream, jumping and shouting with enthusiasm. The children also rolled up their sleeves and began to shout, chasing the yellow dog. Whether intentionally or not, Prince Qiao slowly made his way into the bamboo forest along the stream.

The light suddenly dimmed and the surroundings became silent. Two or three drops of rain fell from the thick bamboo leaves onto the small puddle, letting out a cool sound.

In the distance, the turbid palace lights and gauze curtains fluttered with the wind, like birds soaking their beautiful feathers, shivering with a cold chill.

Two young maids were sitting with their backs to each other under the bamboo building. They were wearing raincoats as they napped on each other. Prince Qiao lightly coughed, and the two of them immediately woke up, flusteredly standing up.

"Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou?" Prince Joe smiled gently.

"Hello, sir." Both of them stammered.

Prince Qiao chatted with them for a while before he chose a place to talk about the local customs and traditions of the various kingdoms. He was graceful and elegant, and his tone was gentle. The two little maids gradually put down their formality and listened with relish. They could not help but ask curiously. Prince Joe said a few more interesting things, which made the two of them cover their mouths and laugh.

"Haven't you slept all night?" asked Prince Joe, looking at their swollen eyelids.

Xiao Cui said: "Lord Martial Sacrifice wants us to guard the junior family head, so that he does not cause trouble."

"It's always like this. I'm used to it."

Prince Qiao asked again, "Is the Young Patriarch still in bed?"

"He won't wake up until he's in the sun and his ass is sunburned. He doesn't work anyway. "

Prince Qiao smiled, "Lord Sacrifice must have doted on the Young Patriarch."

Nutmeg could not help grumbling, "That's right. Wherever the junior family head goes, we will follow him. If the junior clan leader dares to cause trouble, we will be punished. The junior family head is happy, but he doesn't care about us. My mother said he was a silverfish, so it was embarrassing! "

"Nutmeg!" Xiao Cui stared at him reproachfully.

Barley was worried about Chong Shou Zhen, and two of the maidservants were obviously spies. No matter what he had done, Barley would still tolerate it. The unlucky ones would always be the people at his side. Over time, of course, the clansmen became more and more dissatisfied with the hunt.

This was a technique of plotting against others.

"What does the junior family head usually like to do?" Prince Joe asked quietly.

Just as she was about to reply, she saw a person walking out from the bamboo forest behind the tower. It was the Barbarian Wolf with an ugly hunchback and fierce eyes.

The two maids immediately became silent. Prince Joe nodded to him, and the pup moved silently, almost imperceptibly, like a wolf hunting for food in the dark.

"Sir, that piece of trash only likes to eat and drink!" "I grew up drinking wolf's milk, and my ears are very sensitive."

Prince Qiao gave a faint smile. "In the eyes of wolves, firewood is just trash, but humans can be used to heat fire and cook. People lose their bones, but wolves like them. Do you understand the reasoning behind it? " The two of them looked at each other, and Prince Qiao's eyes were like a deep and bottomless pool. Ba Lang awkwardly avoided them and said, "I don't really understand Teacher's words. But what is sir doing here? "

"Last night, after hearing the poem your Young Patriarch chanted, I thought it was very good, so I wanted to ask, what's the name of the poem?" Prince Qiao casually asked, "And why did you come here?"

"Bam!" A turquoise vase was thrown down from the window of the gallows, smashing into pieces on the floor.

"What are you arguing about so early in the morning? Disturbing people's beautiful dreams, your sin is unforgivable! "

The crowd heard the voice of the Branch, and then, with a "Clang Clang Clang", several white jade cups, a pile of chicken bones, and a lake of blue glazed bedpan were thrown down again. The urine in the pot splattered in the air, and a foul stench assaulted their noses.

Prince Qiao and Ba Lang immediately dodged to the side, while Xiao Cui and Xiao Ke's faces were splashed with urine as they screamed.

"Sweet rain falls from the sky, nourishing all living things. I have something even fresher here, do you guys want it? " He yawned and leaned lazily against the window sill, his upper body bare.

Ba Lang replied angrily, "ZhouShou Zhen, are you still going to be shameless in front of outsiders?"

"He is an outsider. Could it be that you are my wife?" He casually picked up a wine jug and poured some water on his face. Then, he wiped it away and said, "The heavens and the earth, as you wish." This tower is my clothes, and this bamboo forest is my pants. Now you guys got in my pants and you're asking me if I'm shameless? "

Ba Lang's face swelled to the point that it seemed as if blood would drip out at any moment, but Prince Qiao clapped his hands and laughed, "Disturbing Qing Meng, I was rude. I had thought that with Young Master's personality, you would definitely spend the night looking for joy and not sleep at all! "

ZhouShou narrowed his eyes at him and said, "You flatter me pretty well. I'll reward you with that pot." "Hmm, you look a little familiar. Is this Uncle Lei's new servant?"

"Impudent, this is Lord Wu's guest!" Ba Lang could not hold himself back and roared loudly. He then said to Prince Qiao, "Lord Wu set up an early breakfast and asked me to invite you."

"Morning feast?" His eyes lit up and he put on a snow-white robe as he excitedly ran downstairs, "How can you eat wine without me? Thunder uncle must have hidden quite a few good stuff. "

Without waiting for Ba Lang to object, Prince Qiao cheerfully said, "Then let's go together. Ba Lang, lead the way. "

The Ba Lang wanted to say something but hesitated. It glared at Zhan Zhen unwillingly before shaking its head and walking in front. Prince Joe saw the dark stain of water on the back of his coat, and was startled, and smiled significantly.

It turned out that there was someone else who had been watching the branch all night.

(The Assassin Hunter of Creation is also in a series. Everyone can take turns watching 2 of them.)