Chapter 16 Southern Smoke and Cloud Lock Late Autumn 16

"Don't quarrel. A disaster is coming, and you are still sad for a dead man." Elder Luo seemed to wake up from infinite terror, his eyes returned to his usual clarity, and his tone was a little more calm. He frowned and looked at the crying clouds.

Yunduo looked at Elder Luo angrily, but because of the respect of the other generation, he did not attack. He just held the heavy light tightly in his arms and refused to relax for a moment, as if he was afraid that someone would take him away.

Wuhan walked back to Elder Luo and continued the previous question: " Elder Luo, what's going on? You are the highest generation and know a lot. Tell us quickly."

Elder Luo sighed helplessly and waved to the people around him. Everyone gathered together and sat next to Elder Luo. The overwhelming fire in the cold jade tower lit up everyone's frightened expression.

"Our battle with the Hei Miao clan can be traced back to 2,000 years ago, when the cold jade tower had not yet been completed. Black seedlings and white seedlings are still a family. They are all descendants of Phoenix blood and three Miao children. One day, a clear and sweet spring suddenly appeared in the Flame Valley where the cold jade tower was located. Elder Luo used his old voice to tell the story of dividing the Miao people into black and white, as well as the origin of the cold jade tower, from beginning to end, and the content is basically the same as what Shenggu Zhuoma said. It's just that the narrator's perspective is different, and some of the details and tone described are different.

Many young Bai Miao people are still the first to hear such ancient secrets, and their eyes are uncertain. They don't know whether to believe or doubt, so they have to look at each other and be speechless for a long time. Only Wuhan has already heard his aunt talk about it, and there is no unexpected performance.

Seeing the reaction of the people around him, Elder Luo couldn't help saying: "Do you think I will make up such a lie to deceive you? The elders of this matter know the truth. It's just that you young people are afraid that you will have little experience and experience. When you suddenly learn such a thing, you will be half-confident and busy. Chaos, I don't know what to do.

Wu Han said in a low voice, " Elder Luo, my aunt has already told me about these causes and effects. What does it have to do with tonight? Why do you say that disaster is coming? Is it because of the current change of Hanyu Tower?

Elder Luo sighed, and his face was like a bitter gourd full of wrinkles: "Now I just hope that the saint can turn the tide and save us disaster-prone descendants." He pointed to the direction of the cold jade tower and said in a low voice, "In the underground palace at the bottom of this cold jade tower, the spring of that year is suppressed. All the bad luck of our Bai Miao people also starts from that spring, but several people of the Bai Miao family know what this spring represents."

"In those years, the god taught us to build a cold jade tower to suppress the evil spring, and appointed a successful woman in the clan who practiced nirvana as a saint to serve as the important task of suppressing the evil spring at the bottom of the cold jade tower. Because this mission consumes too much vitality, saints have rarely lived for 40 years. It was not until 300 years ago that this situation changed.

"I also heard from my father's word of mouth that the patriarch's daughter, our current saint, had a strange disease and could not find the cause of the disease. She was helpless to ask the master Yishi everywhere for treatment. At this time, a Han man in Shen Shengyi came to Miaojiang, which not only cured Lord Zhuoma's illness, but also suppressed the eager black Miao people.

"This Han man named Shen Shengyi stayed in Fenghuangzhai for a few months and left. When he came, Jacques, the first warrior of the clan suddenly disappeared. Yes, it was Jacques, the great wizard of the Hei Miao clan now. At that time, he was still from our Phoenix Village."

A dark-skinned short and fat young man asked, "Then why did he want to degenerate and turn to the Hei Miao clan?"

Elder Luo's face was also confused: "I don't know. These are old things 300 years ago. I just listened to the old people of the previous generation. I heard that this Jacques was a childhood sweetheart with our saint, but later the saint volunteered to guard the cold jade tower and refused to marry him in order to protect his home. He ran away from home in anger.

Wuhan didn't hear what he wanted to know for a long time. He couldn't help urging him, " Elder Luo, Aunt Zhuoma has told me what you said. I just want to know what's going on in the Hanyu Tower now, why we can't get in, and what do you mean by the big disaster?"

"It's the devil, the devil from hell." Elder Luo's tone suddenly became sensible, speaking with a few tremors, and seemed to think of extremely terrible things: "I heard that after Jacques ran away from home, he had been to 100,000 mountains, where he met the messenger of the devil. After returning, he fell out with the saint Zhuoma. After that, he followed the words of the devil's messenger, betrayed the Phoenix Village, joined the Hei Miao clan, and became their leader wizard.

"The polar god man once said that the spring suppressed under the cold jade tower was originally the place where an evil god buried the bones of an evil god in ancient times. The evil spirit in the spring was the evil spirit that the evil god condensed after his death, and now it has been used by Jacques to open the boundary between hell and the world."

"Now in the cold jade tower, the saint must be trying to seal the door of hell, and Jacques will definitely make trouble for her. But what can we do? We can only watch the tragedy happen and the demon king reappear in the world.

Wuhan looked at each other and didn't know how to deal with it. Several young people tried to break into the tower again, but they were bounced off by the invisible barrier and could not enter at all. The fire in the tower is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a tendency to spray out gradually. A huge noise came from inside, and it seemed that the battle between Jacques and the saint continued.

Wuhan walked back and forth anxiously. At the age of 18, he took over as the patriarch. For ten years, as the leader of the Bai Miao family, he was in charge of the big and small affairs of Fenghuang Village, but he had never had the experience in dealing with such a scene. Those ghosts are too far away from their lives.

Even a few months ago, he still led the people comfortably and lived a life of sunrise and sunset every day. Occasionally, there were black seedling barbarians to make trouble, which was almost the only ** and adjustment in life. Regardless of the identity of the Phoenix ethnic group and Bai Miao leader, he is actually an ordinary young man, an ordinary husband and father, and his son is just eight years old.

However, suddenly, he has to face a large number of inexplicable enemies, not the previously familiar black seedling barbarians with force, but often have mysterious powers and non-human beings named after ghosts and gods. All this brought him great pressure, and he felt that the burden on his shoulders was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Looking at the burning eyes of the people around them, they are all staring at themselves. They are all waiting for themselves to make a decision. This is their trust in themselves, but what can they do? At this moment, he suddenly hated himself. If he had spent more time studying the scriptures of the clan instead of being busy hunting and playing with his companions every day, in the face of today's situation, he would not have been as helpless as now.

However, there is no medicine for regret in the world. At that time, his idea was the same as most people. He felt that Nirvana was extremely profound, and he may not even recognize all the words. Even if he barely practiced, he was just dealing with his elders. Anyway, there is an immortal aunt. As long as she is protected by the wings of the saint, she will live her little life at ease. What else are you worried about?

At that time, I was too lazy. I used this reason to convince myself to be like other companions, but I forgot my identity. I was the heir of the Baimiao clan and the future leader of Fenghuangzhai. Some responsibilities must be borne by yourself.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, thinking of his wife and children at home, and his heart was fluctuating. However, in the face of the eager eyes of many ethnic groups, he had to give them an idea.

The onlookers of the Baimiao people are hesitant to see their patriarch. Although they dare not be presumptuous because of their respect for the authority of patriarchs passed down from generation to generation, their eyes have shown impatientness. Some uncontrollable young men even began to discuss in private whether to dig a tunnel to enter the underground palace of the cold jade tower to help the saint.

Such an unrealistic proposal was naturally rejected by the old man, not to mention whether it can be dug in, obviously it is not allowed in time. Looking at the situation in the cold jade tower, it has become more and more intense. I'm afraid that the confrontation between the saint and the evil Jacques wizard is about to be won. And when the victory or defeat is known, it is the final decision on the fate of all people.

In the cold jade tower, the fire gradually reached its peak after repeated again and again, burning the tower red and mapping out the firelight, illuminating everyone's sight. Strong black smoke permeated, accompanied by fierce noises, indicating that the ultimate battle between the saint and the wizard Jacques is coming to an end.

All the onlookers of Phoenix Village are waiting nervously, waiting for the final outcome of this war that determines their fate. They have no choice but to watch quietly. No one knows what will happen when the gate of the local palace opens? Is it the triumphant saint, the evil wizard who succeeded in the conspiracy, or the horrible demon king from the gloomy hell as Elder Luo said.

Wu Han's mind turned thousands of ideas, but every one was rejected by him as soon as he appeared. He sadly found that no matter how beautiful his ideas were, no matter how powerful they were, no matter how beautiful the ideas were, they were in vain. He watched the loss of time little by little helplessly, until all the people lost their dependence on him, and began to turn their eyes to the bottom of the cold jade tower, quietly waiting for the end, and pushed all hope to God's will.

He didn't feel the slightest ease of unloading the burden, but felt extra guilt for his powerlessness. At this moment, he recalled a lot, if he was not so lazy, if his father didn't spoil himself so much, if-

He was even a little whimsical. He remembered all these changes after the Han man named Xiao Yi came to Miaozhai. If he didn't come at the beginning, wouldn't all this have happened again?

Thinking of this, he secretly blamed himself for being cowardly. How could he be angry with others because of his incompetence? He was grateful to Miaozhai and his sister's sweetheart. Thinking so in his heart, he looked at the other side involuntarily.

There, my sister hugged each other tightly and refused to let go. The Han man, who had revealed miracles several times, closed his eyes tightly and refused to open it like a dead man.