Chapter 33: The Blue River is clear and shallow, and it is a little different. 5

After taking the medicine in the secret recipe, the original Jiao Darenzi is getting better day by day, and the relationship with the owner of Futianzhai is more and more like a brother. From time to time, he sends some famous products from the Central Plains, and the soldiers and horses promised early in the morning gradually gathered in the valley north of Futianzhai.

Micahra didn't want to mind this incident. While his father was busy entertaining guests, he would go into the mountains almost every two or three days and stay warm with A Zi.

As he thought, A Zi was four years younger than him. When she was a child, she left home and lived alone in the bamboo building. Her parents occasionally asked her brother to bring some meat. Megara bumped into him once, and A Zi hid him under the bed.

"My parents certainly don't want me to get married so early," A Zi giggled and leaned in his arms. "So if one day you call me downstairs and I don't agree, don't come up. In case you bump into my father, you will definitely be beaten to the buttocks."

Migalo agreed obediently, but he was thinking about why he was so unhappy that he would be beaten by his father-in-law.

"My brother has rarely come to see me recently. I don't know what he is busy with. Hey, bring me something alive when you are free!"

"What do you live?"

A Zi broke her fingers and said, "Little rabbit and little suede are fine. I have a companion."

"Then I'll send you a little tiger." Megara teased her. A Zi snorted, "The tigress didn't eat you yet." The tigress is reluctant to eat me. He said and pecked close to her neck.

"Okay, how dare you call me a tigress!" A Zi was angry and twisted his face. He dodged it. The two laughed and cursed and rolled down on the bamboo**.

No matter how many times she didn't get tired of it, Migalo hugged her body and felt that the fragrance was overflowing from the neckline, attracting him to drill in and find out. Oh, it's me. Won't it hurt?" A Zi suddenly pushed him away and said annoy.

Megara watched her pout and untie her coat, and there was a small piece of wood hanging in front of her belly pocket embroidered with mandala flowers.

"What is that?" Countless skin relatives have not noticed that she is hanging this before.

A Zi took off the thing and hung it on his chest: "Of course, it's an amulet. Have you forgotten that I'm a witch? What I'm best at is to cast a spell to raise witches?"

He looked down at the small piece of wood with some patterns engraved on it. He knew that it was a common pattern commonly used by Blue Mountain witches, but he didn't know what it meant. Do you want to know what it does?" A Zi smiled and hooked the back of his neck, "I won't tell you!"

"Don't tell me? Then don't cry and say you want to tell me later. Knowing that she would not hurt herself, Megara did not care too much. She threw the wooden charm behind her back and pressed it up like a hungry tiger, which made A Zijiao blame.

Such a sweet day lasted for two or three months. When Mikara went into the mountain to hunt, he accidentally picked up a little white tiger. It seemed that he was abandoned by the female tiger because he was too weak. He took the little white tiger to the bamboo tower and gave it to A Zi. The rare hair color of the white tiger is very pleasing to Azi, and even saves the goat's milk that he is usually reluctant to drink to feed the little white tiger. Every time I see the little white tiger crawling around on her knees or acting coquettishly in her arms, Megara always has a sense of happiness to see his wife holding the child.

"When can I be a father?" After an intimation, he hugged A Zi's waist and asked coquettishly.

"I don't know this. Go back and kill a cow and beg the god!" A Zi didn't seem to care at all. She fell on his chest and was fascinated by the wooden charm.

If the young men and women in the Blue Mountain Village want to have an identity, they must give birth to a child. Megara wanted to take her home as soon as possible, but he had never heard the news that A Zi was pregnant, which made him very anxious.

In a blink of an eye, Futianzhai was ready to attack Baisuzhai to the south in one fell swoop. Megara's father thought that with the support of the emperor of the Central Plains and the assistance of the well-trained Central Plains army, he would definitely be invincible. Unexpectedly, the Baisuozhai in the south did not know when it was allied with the Magong Kingdom in the west. As soon as the two sides fought, they knew that they were evenly matched. The war could not be ended in a day or two.

However, who was willing to retreat? The two sides launched a tug-of-war. The number of people who fell every day was countless. The clear blue river gradually turned blood red, and the green blue mountains that had been attacked several times were also burned to a large area of charred, which was unbearable.

"According to the news from the detective, the guy in the south can't hold on for a long time. We just need to hold on for a few more days and wait until they run out of food and fod up!" The owner of Futianzhaizhai pointed to the map and said excitedly.

Lord Jiao just glanced at him coldly and said, "But we haven't seen the witch of Baisuozhai so far. As long as she is still alive, we have no chance of winning.

The owner of the village was stunned: "The witch of Baisuo Village?"

"Yes, it is rumored that there is a witch in Baisuo Village who has no ex and no comeback. With her alone, she can destroy my 3,000 troops," Lord Jiao slowly drank a cup of tea. "Doesn't the owner of the village know about this?"

The village owner bowed his head in surprise: "I really don't know..."

"The reason why I came to the Blue Mountain is to force her to appear. The emperor is very afraid of this woman with mysterious power, which makes me have to get rid of her no matter how much it costs."

"So the adults are using me?" The owner of the village asked angrily.

Lord Jiao approached the map with a sneer: "It's not harmful for you to get rid of the white shuttle witch, right?"

The owner didn't know how to respond, and the two of them were speechless for a moment.

"Yes, what's the name of the son you found when you found the jade silkworm?" Lord Jiao asked coldly.

"Oh, he is my youngest son, his name is Micah." The owner of the village didn't understand it.

"Pay more attention to him recently," Lord Jiao showed a dewd smile. "He is an important bargaining chip for our decisive victory."

***

Although it was inconvenient to go down the mountain at night, the prophet still refused to keep them on the grounds that they were destined to go down the mountain at this time. Han Ruxu was dissatisfied with the old lady and naturally did not want to stay for a long time. After putting down the rope ladder, he climbed downstairs without hesitation.

"If you have any trouble tonight, goodbye." Wei Tanyi first patted the white tiger's big head, and then saluted the prophet respectfully.

The prophet still wore a veil and took his hand with a smile: "Master Wei, people are not as good as God. If people fall into obsession, how different can they be different from your medicine introductions?"

Wei Tanyi smiled and said, "It's a pity that I like to be wayward. If it's natural, it's good. Otherwise, it's also the way I should take. Whether it's death or life, it's my fault."

The prophet sighed slightly: "Please take care. See you later."

"Bear again." Wei Tanyi covered her right hand, and the old and thin hands were unexpectedly smooth and tender, like a cardamom girl.

Climbing down the rope ladder, Han Ruxu was already impatient. He stared at him and cursed, "It's a waste of time." Without waiting for him to go straight back along the same road.

The mountain forest in the middle of the night became more and more quiet because of the howling of the beasts. The path under my feet appeared from time to time. As I walked, I was confused, and there was a sense of panic that I didn't know where I was.

"I said, isn't this mountain a little strange?" Han Ruxu sniffed his breath and walked ahead, but he walked more and more uncertainly as when he came. Finally, he pulled down and turned his head and asked.

It doesn't matter if you don't turn your head. When you turn your head, what you see is not Wei Tanyi, but a ghost with green fire in his eyes, which suddenly scares him into a cold sweat. What are you?" Han Ruqi licked his lips and pulled out his sword.

The ghost raised his head and roared, "Instead of leaving you in endless trouble, it's better to take your life now!" With that, he waved the axe in his hand and chopped it down.

Han Ruxu hurriedly dodged, and at the same time, the white light of the sword in his hand flashed and stabbed the ghost's throat. Having had the experience of competing with ghosts, he has known that the key point of ordinary ghosts is the throat, and as long as they are stabbed, they are absolutely scattered. However, this ghost didn't seem to be the same. It was pierced through the throat by the Dangyang sword and did not show any abnormality. On the contrary, the axe in his hand cut on Han Ruxu's shoulder and pulled out a deep visible bone wound - if he hadn't dodge quickly, the arm would have been removed.

"Damn it, is this guy a ghost!" He was seriously injured in his right shoulder and could hardly lift his sword. He had to change his left hand and became extremely clumsy. Even the wooden charm can't stop the power of this ghost. How strong is it?

Han Ruqi can't find the shadow of Wei Tanyi. I guess he must be still on the mountain. If you want to go down the mountain alive, you must find him! Thinking about it, he resisted the pain of the shoulder injury and ran back with a sigh of true breath.