"Feng Chu was forced to marry." Yun Xuzhou said.
The amount of information in this sentence is too great, and Sang Yuan doesn't know where to start complaining for a while.
Thousands of words converged into a look that is hard to express.
Sang Yuanyuan: "e..." Take a mouthful of squid to calm down.
You Wuming was not polite, clutching his stomach, and his shoulders trembling with a smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Yun Xuzhou frowned unhappily, "She is about to be forced into a bridal chamber!"
You Wuming: "Puff ha ha ha ha ha!"
He laughed so much that he was owed and beaten.
Yun Xuzhou had no trouble with him, then turned his head and said to Sang Yuanyuan: "You are here just right. Before the bridal chamber, I quickly rescued the phoenix cub, and sneaked into the ancestral land of the mountain fire clan and stole the immortal fire. "
Sang Yuanyuan: "???"
If you want to ask her how she feels at this moment, she feels like she is facing a series that has missed ten episodes, and her head is full of question marks with faults.
Bridal chamber? The ancestral land of the mountain fire tribe? The unquenchable fire? What's all this
She blinked, waiting for Yun Xuzhou to explain.
Yun Xuzhou sighed, "Talk as you walk, time waits for no one!"
She took Sang Yuan and the others, and quickly skimmed the mountains to the north.
On the way, Yun Xuzhou told Sang Yuan and You Wuming about his findings in these days.
The news about the insects in the clam is very easy to check, everyone who raises the clam knows it.
The parasitic worms in the blood mussels in Donghai Lake are called blood nematodes. Once infected, the male mussels will quickly weaken and die, but have no effect on the female mussels. They only lie in the form of eggs and continue to infect the next generation.
Injury to men but not to women is exactly the same as Yun's'curse', except that no one has ever thought about these two things in one place.
Clam people use herbs to deal with blood nematodes.
Yun Xuzhou bought insect medicine and bit his scalp and poured it into his stomach. It is a pity that although the medicine is very effective against blood nematodes in mussels, it can't hurt the strange worms in Yun Xuzhou's blood that have been refined into spirit gu that have been passed down from generation to generation.
I found the cause of the disease and had the method of exterminating the insects, but I was stuck at the last step.
Yun Xuzhou and Sang Bujin guessed that since the black hand behind the scenes chose the blood nematode in Donghai Lake, the refining method should be somewhat related to this place.
After several inquiries, I have achieved an unexpected gain. On the north shore of the East China Sea, in the mountains bordering Xiaojiang, there are many inhabitants of mountain people. One of them is called the mountain fire tribe. The fire of extinguishment, it is said that the fire can refine the spiritual accumulation into any thing.
In fact, this alien fire is not of much use at all, because the kung fu to refine the spiritual aura into a piece of armor or weapon is enough to mine ten spiritual mines and make thousands of sets of spiritual aura-rich equipment.
With such a tasteless fire, the mountain fire tribe is still treasured like eyeballs, hidden in the ancestral land, not to be coveted by outsiders.
The person who said it was just a joke, and Yun Xuzhou and Sang Buxun were close but like a treasure. Wasn't that blood worm just refined into a spirit gu? !
The truth is close at hand, as long as you use the inextinguishable fire, you can do the same, and refine the antidote to insects into a panacea.
So Yun Xuzhou and Sang Bujin hurried to the settlement of the mountain fire tribe.
What the two people didn't expect was that a seemingly unremarkable cottage had hidden flame traps everywhere.
As soon as he approached the ancestral land, it triggered a trap, almost burned alive, and also alarmed the Shanhuo tribe.
Shanhuo people worship flames, supported by their fanatical beliefs, accompanied by fire spirits day and night, and practiced a thousand times more diligently than ordinary people. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the clan has many fire powers. In addition, this is their home court again, and Yun Xuzhou and Sang Bujin soon fell into trouble, and they were about to be captured.
Sang Bujin tried his best to stop the chasers and help Yun Xuzhou escape, but he himself fell into the hands of the mountain fire clan.
Naturally, it was impossible for Yun Xuzhou to escape for her life alone. She quietly sneaked back to save people, and finally heard the good news-the patriarch of Shanhuo fell in love with the captive at first sight, and wanted to marry her forcibly, and got married tonight.
If Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming hadn't arrived just in time, Yun Xuzhou would have to fight his life and go to the bridal chamber tonight.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Yun Xuzhou frowned tightly: "I hope this dog man will not be obsessed and touch her before the bridal chamber..."
Sang Yuanyuan had the same concern.
It's just that the direction of worry is a little different-it's not that I'm afraid that Sang will not be close to the relationship, but that he is afraid of exposing the man's body. The patriarch of the mountain fire becomes angry and will hurt his life.
…
Yun Xuzhou took Sang Yuanyuan and two of them for a long time in the mountains and forests.
Suddenly, I saw the dense vegetation, and the destination was here.
Suddenly see!
The settlements of the mountain fire tribe are very distinctive. When I looked at it, I thought that there was a big fire in the mountains and forests—all the buildings were dyed in deep and shallow red, and the air was full of burnt smells. Almost every wooden house door Burning torches were stuck in the sides.
The residents were barefoot and wearing red blouses, all of them were very busy, sending pots of nuts that looked very burnt to a large wooden building built on a high ground.
This large wooden building occupies a very wide area, like a palace, with four floors. The whole building is dyed red. The load-bearing pillars of each floor are inserted with torches. At first glance, it looks like a red-burning building. Then stand up, with a barbecue grill with an open flame.
The wooden pillars and the porch are covered with red cloth strips, and they look like a happy event.
Yun Xuzhou pointed to the circle of dark traces on the ground around the cottage, and motioned Sang Yuanyuan to look at them.
She said: "That is something like fire powder. As soon as an outsider approaches, it will ignite a ten-foot-high wall of fire, which is very fierce. It is precisely because of it that I and Feng Chi will be exposed. Behind the wooden building. It’s their ancestral land, you see, it’s so dense over there."
Sang Yuan looked attentively, and saw that near the low mountain behind the big wooden building, the light black traces were densely radiated in circles.
The Shanhuo people are barefoot, and all of their feet are like black charcoal. Stepping on the pale black marks on the ground will not arouse any reaction.
It's a big array of defense and alarm.
"It seems that I can only fly in." Sang Yuanyuan thought secretly.
The sky in the mountains darkened very fast.
As if blinking an eye, the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared behind the dense forest, and the night was covered.
The Shanhuo tribe began to place fires on both sides of the dirt road.
Yun Xuzhou was extremely worried: "Feng Xiao was also poisoned a few days ago, and her body is so weak, I am really worried that she will suffer!"
You Wuming smiled on the side: "It's hard to say who will suffer! When the pants are off, who will be more..."
Sang squeezed his waist fiercely.
She said: "Don't worry too much, the patriarch can't actually do much anyway..."
How can it seem that the more you say it, the more wrong it is.
Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other and closed their mouths together.
When the moon climbed out of the distant mountains, the wedding of the patriarch of the mountain fire and Sang Buxun began.
Long and loud music like suona floated out of the big wooden building. The mountain people cheered wildly with their greasy torches, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Soon, a pair of newcomers, arm in arm, walked out of the two-story gate of the big wooden building.
After so many days, Sang Yuanyuan finally saw his cheap brother again.
I saw him wearing a flaming red dress and a large silver crown with red bird feathers on his head. He put on makeup, and at a glance he knew that it was freshly baked makeup, using the gradual red dye dyed by the mountain fire tribe.
There was a blazing flame on the forehead, dazzling tightly.
The end of the eyes is painted with burning clouds, and the eye sockets are also painted in red, which is extremely secretive and beautiful, with a very wild and coquettish beauty.
He actually put powder on his lips.
The makeup on the upper half was horribly red, but the face on the lower half was white and snowy. The strong shock made everyone whose eyes fell on his face no longer move their eyes.
Sang couldn't help being a little speechless—could it be that Sang Bujin said he was busy, not trying to escape, but busy putting on makeup? !
Bai hangs his heart for him! He doesn't look too good!
You Wuming saw the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Little Sangguo." He whispered in her ear, "Do you have to paint like this when you and I were married? Don't do it, this one, it tastes too heavy, like squid."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." What kind of a straightforward aesthetic.
Yun Xuzhou pursed her lips, and for a long while, he said bitterly, "Is there still thinking about drawing eyebrows and eyes! I think she is enjoying it!"
An angry look.
Sang Yuanyuan originally wanted to explain a few words for the cheap brother, but watching that guy swagger like a red peacock, wishing to open the screen at the mountain fire tribe, she could only say truthfully: "About the first time. Try this style of makeup and want to see how it looks like?"
While talking, the members of the Mountain Fire tribe lit up all the firewood piles that had been placed on both sides of the dirt road, and then kicked the firewood sticks that had been burning into the road.
The patriarch of Shanhuo smiled like a fool, and carefully took the sangbu to step over from the fire bars. He kept chanting, beware, beware, and the waves of sangbu’s eyes flew across, and the whole person was a beautiful red flower. The clouds look so festive.
How can I be shy and reluctant? It's totally fun.
Yun Xuzhou furiously lost his sense of measure: "I have been picking and picking all these years, so I have been fancying such a thing! Men are so good! Isn't it just two and two flesh! She's crazy, she!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Saying nothing is wrong.
Under the leadership of the patriarch, the Shanhuo tribe began to hum an ancient tune.
There are no words, only single syllables.
It was unexpectedly expressing his feelings, and he knew that it was full of the wild worship of the'flame' by the mountain fire tribe.
The newlyweds successfully stepped through the fire.
"I'm afraid I'm going to the ancestral land!" Yun Xuzhou reminded with a solemn expression.
Surrounded by the patriarch and Sangbu, the Shanhuo people walked towards the back of the mountain.
Yun Xuzhou and his party sneaked cautiously in the mountains and forests, and followed them not far away.
Behind the big wooden building, a low mountain with no vegetation lay lazily under the moonlight. Everyone followed the mountain road painted with crimson resin and climbed over the low mountain.
Behind the low mountain, there is a dark red rock cliff.
The Shanhuo tribe stopped in front of the stone cliff, once again humming in the primitive tune, folded his arms around the chest, leaned in front of the cliff, touched the ground with his forehead, and sang lowly.
Eight gray-haired elders walked forward, igniting bright red flames in their hands, pressing against the dark red mountain wall.
I saw the flames in their hands, like water flowing into a canal, slowly beginning to flow on the mountain wall.
The singing voices of the Shanhuo people were louder, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the fire-like mountains under the moonlight. Sang looked at the Sang Bu approach surrounded by the crowd from a distance, feeling a little nervous, and unconsciously grabbed You Wuming's sleeves.
You Wuming grabbed her paw with his backhand, and calmly held her five slender and soft fingers in his palm. Under the firelight, the corners of her delicate lips were smiling quietly.
He squinted his eyes slightly. At this moment, his mind was empty and he couldn't remember anything. Only a warm flame was burning in his heart, enough to illuminate the rest of his life.
Sang Yuan's heartbeat suddenly beat.
She turned her head to look, and saw that You Wuming's side face was burned with a hazy gold edge, and the corners of her mouth were raised a little proudly, looking hopelessly beautiful.
She turned her head in a daze, and continued to stare at the dark red mountain wall that was blazing.
The heartbeat has a match, not a match.
The heat in his palm kept attacking her nerves, and she seemed to smell the cocoon in his palm. This feeling was really incredible.
The one who got married was clearly the patriarch of Shanhuo and Sang not close.
How did she feel that she was making a wordless promise of her life here.
It's amazing.
When I was about to look at him again, I saw a sudden movement on the mountain wall in front of him.
The flowing fire in the hands of the eight elders gradually condensed into one shape.
It was like a flame with mysterious changes hidden in it, the size of a grinding plate, extremely bright and dazzling.
In an instant, the entire mountain wall seemed to burn, and the dark red was no longer lifeless, but like the kind of charcoal fire burning inside—the kind of charcoal fire that would be ignited instantly as long as the combustibles were thrown on.
This flame mark reflected on the cliff has become the knocker for opening the door of the ancestral land.
The eight elders worked together and saw that the mountain wall suddenly moved to the left and right, revealing a hole.
Sang Yuan opened his eyes wide in surprise.
What kind of strange mechanism is this
A bright fire road appeared in front of him.
This is a very ordinary cave, like the kind of air-raid shelter dug not unconventionally, two people are tall and wide by feet. Different from ordinary caves, the walls on all sides are dark red like lava. Some places are darker and some places are brighter. In short, it is very hot at first sight.
"Come." The patriarch of Shanhuo took Sang Bujin's hand and led him to the cave.
Yun Xuzhou clenched his fists unconsciously, and a layer of fine sweat leaked from his forehead.
Sang Yuan was also a little nervous.
This place looks a bit uncomfortable. If something goes wrong inside, I am afraid it will be very troublesome.
Yun Xuzhou took a step forward abruptly.
Sang Yuanyuan quickly dissuaded him: "Don't be impulsive, I'll come!"
After such a moment of effort, the two red figures have disappeared into the cave hand in hand.
Sang Yuanyuan flicked his fingers lightly—her hand was held tightly by You Wuming.
You Wuming loosened a little.
He seemed to be a little unhappy, and squeezed her little finger heavily before letting go unwillingly.
Sang Yuanyuan held his breath and focused his attention, touching the resonance of the surrounding Wood Lingyun. After trying for a while, he summoned a big face flower directly behind the stone gate of the cave.
She underestimated the width of the flower disc, accidentally exposed a lace, hung on the stone gate.
Her heart stunned, and she hurriedly manipulated the big face flower to'stand at attention'.
Suddenly, the whole flower shrank and squeezed behind Shimen.
You Wuming saw the corners of his mouth twitching.
Sang Yuanyuan let out a sigh of relief, manipulated the big cheek flower to weave a thin Lingyun vine, and crawled inward along the edge of the cave.
The Lingyun Vine became transparent under the shining of the dark fire, and it was impossible to discover it without staring at it.
Sang Yuan's mind followed Lingyun Teng and quickly sneaked into the depths of the fire cave.
After I don't know how many turns, my eyes suddenly open up.
I saw the patriarch of Shanhuo holding Sang Bujin's hand, both standing under a bright orange stone platform.
On the stone platform, there was a young girl sitting cross-legged.
There is no thread on the girl's body, but no one will have any evil thoughts when she sees it.
Because the girl's body was on fire.
She is still alive, but apparently living very painfully. Every time she breathed, a small orange flame appeared in her nostrils, making her tremble with pain. She is like a candle firmly glued to a candlestick, burning herself.
Sang held his breath far, and approached the'candlestick' in disbelief.
The closer you get to the'candlestick', the higher the surrounding temperature, and the faint signs of her spiritual accumulation vines are about to be ignited.
The high temperature radiated from the girl's body and radiated to the surroundings.
This is... the unquenchable fire? !
When she got close, she found that the girl's legs had been completely burned, and they were stacked under her like the ashes in an incense burner.
Through the gray and white, you can faintly see a group of orange flames burning in her heart, it is burning in her body, and she uses her body to support the group of fire!
The patriarch of Shanhuo took Sang Bu approach and walked closer.
He took out two small crimson cups and a scimitar of the same color from his arms, gently cut open the fingertips of the flame girl, and used the two cups to contain the blood flowing out of the girl's fingertips.
The blood was burning with orange flames, like wine ignited with fire.
"Come, drink the blessing of the sacred fire, the children we give birth will have a greater chance of becoming a vessel of the immortal sacred fire!" The patriarch of the mountain fire laughed.
Sang Bujin frowned and pointed to the girl on the'candlestick': "My child? Make a container? Is it like her? I can't bear it."
The patriarch of the mountain fire calmly said: "Don't worry, boys will not be selected as containers, only useless girls will be used, rest assured!"
Sang Bujin’s eyes burst into flames of anger—in Sangzhou, no one has ever thought that a girl is inferior to others. Whose sweet girl is not holding it in her palm and protecting her? Seeing the girl in extreme pain in front of him, he couldn't help but think of his baby sister, his eyes gradually moistened.
He took a deep breath, not knowing what he thought of, gritted his teeth, and took his emotions back into his belly.
He stretched out his hand and took the small crimson cup in the hands of the mountain fire chief.
Sang Yuanyuan's heart jumped, and he hurriedly crawled Lingyunteng over, curled Sangbu's ankles, and pulled him to beckon him not to drink.
He obviously felt it, but he was unmoved, tilted his head, and drank the cup of blood on fire.
The patriarch of Shanhuo laughed with satisfaction, drank the cup of blood in his hand, and happily took Sang Buxuan's shoulder and walked out.
Sang Yuanyuan's pupils shrank sharply, his heart pounding.
The two walked quickly towards the entrance of the cave.
Sang Yuanyuan removed the big face flower behind the stone gate in time, and the moment the two stepped out of the fire cave and the stone door closed, she had quick eyes and hands, and threw another big face flower in.
I saw that the Shimen closed silently on the dark red cliff, with no trace at all.
The Shanhuo tribe followed closely in the footsteps of the patriarch and Sangbu, and returned to the big wooden building, preparing to make trouble in their bridal chamber.
"Hurry up!" Yun Xuzhou said nervously with his hands shaking lightly, "Feng Chu can't hold back for a long time! If it is inconvenient to make a fire, I will give priority to saving her!"
Sang Yuan put all his mind on the big face flower that he had thrown in just before the Shimen closed.
She looked closely at the wall behind the stone wall, and soon found a small bronze doorknob.
It turns out that this door is not easy to open from the outside, but it is not difficult to open from the inside.
Big Face Flower rubbed over, wrapped the doorknob with leaves, and turned it slowly.
The Shimen opened again. You Wuming was holding Sang Yuanyuan in one hand and Yun Xuzhou's belt in the other, spreading his wings across the sky over the dark traces of fire that were densely covered on the ground, and fell into the air. Hole.
Big faces bounced forward to lead the way, and the three of them quickly stood in front of the girl.
When looking at things through the spirit of the big face, the world is like a layer of water, with a little blur and deformation. At this moment, when you reach the front, you feel even more shocking.
The girl's body was like a candle, already melted softly, only a layer of flesh and skin was supporting her, and it didn't collapse downward.
She looked extremely painful, twisting and struggling uncontrollably, but a wick-like crimson stone pierced through her spine, nailing her firmly to this'candlestick', and she couldn't do anything. .
Although Sang Yuanyuan already knew it in his heart, he still felt his breathing stagnated at the moment, and a fire ignited in his chest.
Yun Xuzhou was so startled that he couldn't say a word.
After staring at the Flame Girl for a while, You Wuming's expression became a little weird. He walked forward quickly, and the fingertip of his right index finger lit up with the blue Lingyun. Using his finger as a knife, he pierced it without hesitation. The shoulders of the flame girl.
The blood and fire flowed out and was picked at his fingertips.
He squinted, leaned close to the little blood fire, stared for a moment, and then slowly put his finger in his mouth.
The girl pressed her lips tightly and looked at the three strangers who broke into the ancestral land in horror. Her chest was constantly rising and falling, obviously not knowing how to deal with the situation in front of her.
You Wuming bowed down and looked straight into her eyes.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Pain and panic caused the girl to lose heart and was easily controlled by him.
"Provide the immortal fire."
You Wuming asked: "How to support?"
"With our body... after burning for a year, pass it to the next container..."
Sang Yuanyuan and Yun Xuzhou took a breath at the same time.
The air with high temperature and a faint sulphur smell, inhaled into the lungs, was actually very cold.
"How to pass?"
"Send my blood and fire to my successor..."
You Wuming straightened his body abruptly, his complexion extremely ugly.
After a long while, his thin lips moved, and he uttered two words heavily—
"The Underworld."
Sang looked at him far away in astonishment.
You Wuming whispered: "What an immortal fire that can refine all things. It refines the blood of the Ming clan and integrates the blood and flames, all, passed on to the next person, passed on from generation to generation, In this way to maintain eternal immortality."
The blood of the Underworld can give everything of oneself to another person.
Refining the blood of the Hades...
Before the death of a "container", the fire, connected to the blood, will be passed on to the next person... Every year, a new "container" must be replaced...
Looking down, he found that a thick layer of gray had already been deposited on the ground beside the stone platform.
Sang far shivered slightly.
I saw You Wuming bowed slightly again, looking straight into the girl's eyes, and her low voice was bewitching: "I am the next container, come and pass on the unquenchable fire to me."
The girl nodded slowly.
Sang took a deep breath and looked at You Wuming.
What is he going to do? !