Chapter 10 Southern Smoke Cloud Lock Late Autumn 10

Yunduo whispered in Chongguang's ear, "That's my aunt Zhuoma. She is a saint in our clan and specializes in guarding the cold jade tower in this valley. Every three years, there is a reincarnation, and today happens to be the day for her to come out of the tower. So our people gathered here to prevent trouble. I didn't expect those black Miao people to come to attack at this time.

Chongguang was surprised and said, "Since she is your aunt, how can she be so young?" In my heart, is this saint really a practitioner? Yunduo smiled and was very proud: "I can't see that my aunt is more than 300 years old, 11 generations older than me and my brother, but she looks like my sister, and I also envy her."

Chongguang said, "How can she be so young? Are all the saints of your clan like this?" Yunduo was stunned and thought for a while before saying, "It seems not. I remember that the elders of the clan said that our Baimiao family in Fenghuangzhai have been passed down for thousands of years. In the past, the saints were all the same, old, sick and died. There is no difference. Only when I am Aunt Zhuoma, will she be like this. I heard that she is the only saint in our family for thousands of years. That's why the people who have been trained by the classic nirvana have such a miraculous effect.

After teaching a group of people, the Saint Zhuoma also noticed the clouds and heavy light biting their ears. She casually put the boulder back in place and followed the flowers in front of the crowd. The saint had flashed in front of the Han boy from other places. She first stroked the forehead of the cloud with her hand and said with some joy, "Is it my lovely cloud? It has grown tall again. The original small stamens have now become budding flowers and bones. Yunduo grabbed her hand and shook it repeatedly: "It's me, aunt."

Zhuoma patted Yunduo's shoulder with a smile and turned to look at Chongguang: "My little cloud, who is this young man? Don't you introduce him to your grandparents?" Yunduo quickly pulled the heavy light: "Aunt, this is my friend Xiao Yi. He is a Han man from the Central Plains. Today, he relies on him to control the black Miao people outside." Zhuoma nodded and thanked Chongguang, "Thank you for your hard work, young man." Chongguang hurriedly thanked him.

At this time, the outside of the valley gradually became noisy again. The heavy light was not heavy. After so long, the black seedlings who fell to the ground were dredged and gradually regained their ability to move. They got up in twos and threes and gathered together to make noise, trying to remove the boulder.

Zoma frowned and raised her hand to remove the boulder. The noisy Hei Miao people were shocked when they saw the snow-dressed saint in white. Zhuoma's voice was cold: "You mentally ill and wild people, won't you give up? As long as I live for a day, I won't let you get what's in the cold jade tower. Seeing that you didn't cause any casualties, I will save you from death today. Go back and tell Jacques to stop doing his spring and autumn dreams. The things in the cold jade tower are ominous and will only bring disaster to the world.

Those Hei Miao people looked at each other in consters, and the Saint Zhuoma was the person they were most afraid of. This time, they came to attack. Originally, they wanted to take advantage of the weakest time when the saint came out of the tower to forcibly attack the cold jade tower and get the treasures inside. Unexpectedly, they were delayed by the heavy light, so that the saint successfully escaped the weak period. Now that the saint opened her mouth to spare their lives, these savages couldn't believe it and whispered to each other for fear of any conspiracy.

The elder in a white felt hat was obviously grumpy. Seeing that these people were still hesitant, he jumped out and said, "Did you hear that, barbarians, our saint has spared you. Get out of here quickly. Do we need to deal with you now and still need to play any conspiracy?" When these savages heard the words, they dispersed.

Zoma said, "Wubi Elder, the Hei Miao people have retreated. Let's go back to Fenghuang Village first. The next three years will be the incubation period of the Hanyu Tower, and our clan can enjoy three years of tranquility and comfort." Many Bai Miao people heard the words and cheered loudly and were full of joy.

Wuhan and Yunduo, one left and one right, accompanied by Saint Zhuoma, leading a group of people back to Fenghuang Village. Chongguang was still in a daze. Yunduo looked back at her and shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Go to our stockade to play." He was slightly stunned and followed with a smile.

Phoenix Village has long been full of holes. Fortunately, there are no casualties. Miao people's houses are built of bamboo, which is much easier to build. Zhuoma and Wuhan led the organization, and a group of Miao people began to rebuild their homes in full swing. Chongguang and the clouds wandered around. Seeing where there was a shortage of manpower, they went up to help.

The Bai Miao people have been busy for less than half a month, and the whole Phoenix Village has been completely new. After all, this simple bamboo house is easy to build, and there are monks like Chongguang. Soon these Miao people have a new home.

Chuangguang has lived in Fenghuangzhai these days, working with them during the day and attending the bonfire party of Bai Miaoren at night. These Baimiao people naturally like to be lively and can sing and dance. In order to renovate a house like this, they naturally have to sing and dance, wine and food, and have fun at night.

Miao women are affectionate, and such parties are often occasions for young men and women of the White Miao nationality to have a blind date. Chongguang was beautiful and a distinguished guest from afar. As soon as he took action, he subdued the fierce black Miao people, and naturally became a popular at this bonfire party. From time to time, the enthusiastic Miao girl came to pull him to dance or sing and toast to him, but the clouds did not stop him, but looked at him with a smile, waiting for a good look.

Okay, since you are willing to watch the play, I will just do a good play. Chongguang's current mentality is very different from before. He has taken a step back. Now he is truly free. He is careless and unrestrained. He has also let go of his work a lot. He has danced seven dances with these enthusiastic little girls in a row. Although it is said that he is messy, it still attracts many Miao people's cheers. .

These Miao people are so natural that they like to come up when they see the bustle. Chongguang came as a guest and helped Miaozhai a lot. Naturally, they didn't mind treating him with the most beautiful fruit wine and the warmest applause. Although those clever girls Bai Miao are very enthusiastic about him, they have long seen that there is some affection between the patriarch's sister Yunduo and him, so the teasing is also appropriate, but it is a kind of prank.

Such a party was held again on the day the reconstruction of Fenghuang Village was completed, and it was more lively than before. The hospitable Bai Miao people sang and danced and brought an altar of wine out of the cellar to add luster to this rare event.

The whole Phoenix Village was lively until late at night, and everyone was tired to rest before they dispersed. Chongguang naturally did not need to sleep. He cleaned the venue and planned to go back to his room to meditating and practice. However, he saw that in the middle of the stockade, Saint Zhuoma's residence was still lit. When he walked over to see it, he saw the saint sitting in front of the bed, with a man and a woman surrounded her. It was the patriarch Wuhan and his sister Yunduo.

He was curious for a moment and attached it to the window. Before he made any action, Zhuoma had found his existence and shouted softly, "Mr. Xiao, don't cover it up. You can come in too."

Chongguang smiled, turned over and entered the room, found a chair and sat down. Zhuoma stared at him for a while before asking him, "Mr. Xiao came from the Central Plains. I don't know why. I have long heard that the prosperous place of the Central Plains is full of beautiful mountains and rivers. How can you be willing to give up your hometown and come to this remote extraterritorial Miaojiang?

Heeguang sighed: "I was originally a pioneer in the world. I am a lonely traveler in the world. I want to join in the fun wherever I go. If I see anything interesting, I have to get him. Whether it's a dragon pool or a tiger's den, in short, this is my nature. So my life is obedient and lonely, and there is nothing to say about it. There are a few people I don't want to see in the Central Plains, and there are some things I don't want to remember, so I simply fled to this end of the earth. Although this Miaojiang is located in a foreign land, it is like spring all year round, with the fragrance of birds and flowers. It is really a paradise in the world. Living here for a long time can't help but feel at ease in my hometown. His words can be said to be sentimental. In this peaceful Miaojiang, his life for months has made his heart stop and truly feel the joy of life.

Zhuma smiled disbelief and pointed to the clouds and said, "The clouds have watched her grow up since I was a child. This child is simple in nature and has never seen any world. I think Mr. Xiao is a person with a story. His past experience must be very wonderful, and Yunduo is also very curious. I'm just afraid that she can't help **. After listening to your introduction, she will run to the Central Plains.

When Chongguang heard this, he had understood what Zhuoma meant. The saint was smart and had long seen the hidden affection between her little granddaughter and this foreign Han young man. She naturally knows the clouds like the palm of her hand, but she can't stand the origin of the heavy light*, so this is not only a temptation, but also a vague warning.

In fact, Chongguang didn't have much thought about the clouds, but after experiencing the storm in the Central Plains, he ran to the southern border to escape the world. When he met this simple and kind Miaozhai girl, he couldn't help thinking a little. If he liked it, he couldn't talk about it. If he was just a friend, he was a little more benevolent. If he used The word ambiguity is in line with the knot.

Of course, Yunduo is a good girl. She is beautiful, simple-minded, and lively and cute. If such a girl is placed in the Central Plains, she may also be ridiculed as ignorant and uninformed, but in Miaojiang, which is regarded as a barbaric land, is the pearl in the palm of the Baimiao family of Phoenix Village, the most precious. As Yunduo's grand aunt, Zhuoma naturally loves this next-generation granddaughter, so she is also extremely cautious about this young man who may become her granddaughter-in-law. It is understandable to figure out his detailed thoughts.

However, Chongguang has a bad nature, not to mention that he has some doubts about the Saint Zhuoma. The divine power and immortality characteristics that the other party once showed made him very suspicious. He didn't know what this Laushizi nirvana scroll was and what it had to do with Taoist magic.

He had doubts in his heart and saw that there was no one else around him. Wuhan had become familiar with him these days. Not to mention the clouds, he simply said his confusion: "Saint Zhuoma, I heard that you are more than 300 years old, but you can still stay young. That day, you pushed away the magic power of the boulder, even my pretentious martial arts. The extraordinary Han people are also ashamed of themselves, and the clouds are also envious. I heard that these are all because of the effect of the noble Nirvana Scroll. I'm very curious. Is this Nirvana Scroll a magical martial arts secret?

Zhuoma looked at him with a playful look in her eyes: "Mr. Xiao, are you really just a martial artist? This is okay to coax Yunduo and Wuhan, but it can't deceive me, a time-honorious old woman. If I guess correctly, you are a monk of the Central Plains Taoist sect. I don't know if it is Cheng Emei, Wudang, or far away. What about Kunlun in the Western Regions?