The little boy stood without moving, just looking at Wen Qingzhu steadily.
"Maomao?" Yang Jiu noticed something was wrong with the little boy.
Wen Qingzhu told him to sit still and stood up and walked to the little boy.
Squatting down, holding his hands, it was very cold: "Go in and rest with your sister."
Wen Qingzhu stood up, brought the little boy in and sat down, and asked Xi'er to bring hot water.
He gave him face and let him drink water and eat bread.
The little boy followed the instructions one by one, but no matter what time, his eyes never left Wen Qingzhu's face.
"Maomao, is it my sister? Is there anything wrong?"
Maomao shook his head and said in a daze: "You are the fairy sister. Big brother said you will save us all."
"Which big brother? Have you seen me before?"
Maomao nodded: "Well, my grandfather is dead, my parents are also dead, and my eldest brother and second sister are also dead. It was my eldest brother who saved me. I saw your portrait in that big house, and my eldest brother told me, You will save us, only you can save us.”
"Okay, I will definitely save you." Wen Qingzhu touched his head, "How about you go to bed first? I'll think about how to save you here."
"Yeah." Maomao nodded, wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and turned to the other bed.
Take off your shoes, take off your clothes, lie down, cover yourself with a quilt, and sleep with your back to them.
Maybe he was really sleepy, because within a quarter of an hour, the sound of steady breathing came through.
Wen Qingzhu walked to Yang Jiu and sat down in front of him, and asked him: "Why are you here? Where is the Marquis? What's going on with Maomao?"
"This matter is a long story, but I'll make it short." Yang Jiu's expression became solemn.
When Fu Lie led the army to Cangzhou, they were warmly entertained by the Runan Palace.
Most of the army was stationed outside Ziah City, and a small number followed Fu Lie into the city, accompanied by Zhang Ke.
As soon as they entered the city, everyone found that Cangzhou City was strangely harmonious.
Except for King Runan's appearance on the first day, Princess Runan came to entertain them instead of King Runan.
That night, they discovered that Long Dai had completely taken control of the Runan Palace.
Zhang Ke is responsible for investigating the affairs in the city, and Fu Lie is responsible for investigating who controls the Cangzhou Army.
In the next few days, both Zhang Ke and Fu Lie felt that they were being closely monitored.
Movement also slowly became difficult.
Until Fu Lie found a former military advisor of the Cangzhou Army. During the secret contact, the military advisor was poisoned and died.
At the same time, the people from Longdai rushed over immediately.
It was verified on the spot that the poison in the old military advisor was only possessed by the witch priest.
Half threatening and half polite, she invited Fu Lie to the palace. Long Dai told him that she had been trying her best to integrate the Wu tribe into Daqi.
"I am afraid that the Marquis has also seen in the past few days that half of the 100,000 people in Cangzhou City have intermarryed with the Wu clan and have children. However, the old stubborn people in Wushen Mountain are determined not to submit to Daqi. Now even The purpose of arresting the girl is unknown to outsiders, but I do know that they are going to perform a blood sacrifice, and they also asked the Marquis to go into the mountain to help get rid of this group of old pedants who are stubbornly resisting!"
Long Dai said it sincerely, exaggerating everything she did for the sake of Daqi.
Fu Lie knew that this was killing someone with a borrowed knife, but he had to agree.
Because Zhang Ke is in their hands.
After agreeing, Long Dai immediately sent his own people to follow Fu Lie.
In name, he leads the way and protects them from the poisonous poison, but in fact, he is just monitoring.
After rescuing Zhang Ke, Fu Lie found an opportunity to have a discussion with Zhang Ke.
Fu Lie led people to Wushen Mountain, while Zhang Ke left Cangzhou City and began to investigate Yuhua Town.
Later, when they entered the mountains, they were chased and intercepted by the Wu clan.
The Wu Clan's poisonous poisons were hard to guard against. If Wen Qingzhu hadn't prepared various elixirs in advance, they would have suffered heavy casualties.
Later, Fu Liebing divided into three groups and tried to get rid of Long Dai's people first.
But then, they fell into the maze of Wushen Mountain.
Later, he was ambushed by the night watchman, and Fu Lie found a way to let Yang Jiu escape and went to Cangzhou to deliver news to Yuan Fu.
However, Yang Jiu lost himself in the mountains.
"What happened next? Why are you here?" Wen Qingzhu felt something was wrong. Her group was led by Ha Er first and then Aji, so they were not lost.
Yang Jiu was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Maomao's back and said: "I can't tell the direction in the mountains. The wild animals are okay, but the poisonous insects in the mountains are the most terrifying. The medicine given by the Marquis has been used up. One day, I fainted, and in my daze, someone fed me something. When I woke up again, I saw Maomao guarding me."
"Someone saved you." Wen Qingzhu wondered in his mind, who was it
Yang Jiu said: "I asked Maomao carefully, and he said that he just went up the mountain to find food as usual, and then he met me and brought me back here."
"Then do you know who the big brother Maomao is talking about is?" Wen Qingzhu has been in the capital all this time. Who in the Wu clan would have her portrait
"I don't know, but Maomao said that their family of six was all going to die, but in the end it was the eldest brother who saved him." Yang Jiu also felt strange.
"How did you die?" Wen Qingzhu was curious about what happened at Wushen Mountain.
Along the way, there were corpses everywhere.
It has to be said that the Wu tribe is cruel to outsiders, but even more cruel to their own people.
"I don't know. I asked Maomao carefully. He seemed to be very scared and was willing to say anything." Yang Jiu was also very distressed. He lived here for many days and never recovered, nor could he ask questions from Maomao. Come up with something.
Wen Qingzhu stood up: "The poison on your body will be cured after today's day. At night, you take us to find Mr. Hou."
"Won't Madam go out and inform Master Yuan?" Yang Jiu was worried that the number of people Wen Qingzhu brought with him was simply not enough.
Wen Qingzhu walked to the door and looked at the majestic mountains outside: "This Wushen Mountain is not powerful because of the large number of people. If it could really rely on the large number of people, Long Dai would have killed their priest long ago."
In the western sky, once the sun starts to set, it gets dark very quickly.
As night fell, Wen Qingzhu and Xi'er came back carrying baskets filled with herbs.
When they got to the house, Maomao was already awake, and Yang Jiu was also moving around.
"Sister Fairy! You are back, come and have dinner."
After sleeping for a day, Maomao felt much better.
He ran up to Wen Qingzhu, helped her unload the basket, and shouted in surprise: "Is sister also a witch doctor?"
Wen Qingzhu smiled and replied: "I am a doctor, the same as the witch doctor you talk about here."
After simply finishing the meal, Wen Qingzhu began to prepare the herbs.
She learned most of the things about the Wu Clan from books.
Fortunately, Medicine God Valley also has a good understanding of the medical herbal medicine of the Witch Clan.
She quickly prepared various emergency medicines, which could theoretically deal with most poisons.
But after such a long time, Wen Qingzhu knew very well that there would be exceptions to everything.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Maomao's voice rang in her ears.
Wen Qingzhu put down the grinder in his hand, looked at Maomao and said, "I think Maomao also has these tools for grinding medicine at home. Is anyone in the family a doctor?"
"My mother knows these things, but she doesn't use them often. She only mixes herbal medicines when she can't find the witch doctor, but she's already dead."
Maomao's mood dropped.
Wen Qingzhu touched his head: "Don't worry Maomao, you saved Yang Jiu, he will be your family from now on."
"Yeah." Maomao's mood was still not high.
Suddenly, Maomao raised his head: "Will Brother Yang Jiu leave here in the future?"
Wen Qingzhu nodded, and Maomao immediately turned around and went to the backyard.
Xi'er followed him and watched for a while, then turned back and said, "He went to the cellar in the backyard. He seemed to be looking for something."
About two-quarters of an hour later, Maomao came back holding two books.
"Sister, this is something my mother left behind. She originally wanted to leave it to my second sister. Now that my second sister is dead, my sister is someone whom brother Yang Jiu trusts. So I will give it to you."
When it was handed over, Wen Qingzhu didn't pay much attention.
But after opening the book cover, she stood up directly.
"What's wrong?" Maomao was also startled.
Wen Qingzhu quickly flipped through the book. The book recorded the common major and minor diseases of the Wu tribe, and the corresponding treatments and medicines had been guessed.
Another book records where and what kind of medicine can be picked in the Cangyun Mountains.
Wen Qingzhu was extremely shocked, especially the second book. Although it recorded where the herbs were collected, it was clearly a written map of the Cangyun Mountains!
Where are the herbs, what is the terrain like, what dangers are around, and what tools or medicines are needed to avoid these dangers.
"Yang Jiu! Come here quickly!" Wen Qingzhu quickly waved him over and asked Xi'er to prepare a pen and ink.
When Yang Jiu saw the second book, he was also stunned.
The Wu people do not have the concept of maps, but in fact they have inherited it from generation to generation and really understand the Cangyun Mountains.
That night, they did not go out for action, but began to study the book recording herbal medicine, and based on the words described in the book, they began to draw a map of the Cangyun Mountains.
The sky was bright and the map was finally completed.
But there is a place, a hill directly north of Wushen Mountain, that is completely blank.
Wen Qingzhu circled this place alone, a place where witch doctors had never set foot.
Then it is very likely that ordinary Wu clan people cannot go.
The area around the Wushen Mountain in the center is the clearest place on the map, and it is also the main place where the Wu people live.
Spread out, some maps are very clear, while others are very blurry.
But it still needs to be understood compared to the blank space behind Wushen Mountain.
Another point, Wen Qingzhu discovered that the location of Yuhua Town was clearly marked.
There is an obvious main road that stretches and twists and turns, leading to Wushen Mountain.
"Yang Jiu, look, did you take this road before?" Wen Qingzhu called Yang Jiu over.
Looking at the direction Wen Qingzhu was pointing, Yang Jiu nodded in surprise: "Yes, yes! This is the way!"
Wen Qingzhu marked a point where they were now and said to Yang Jiu: "Please observe first, our position is here. Where is the position where Maomao brought you back before? Where is the formation that you lost? ?”
"Okay." Yang Jiu began to analyze the map specifically.
Wen Qingzhu saw Maomao yawning and standing nearby, very well-behaved.
She walked over, sat down with Maomao, and said to him: "Thank you very much this time. If it weren't for the two books you gave me, we might have to investigate for a long time."
"It doesn't matter. Big brother said you were the one to save us. I believe sister." Maomao's eyes were very clear and he trusted her very much.
Wen Qingzhu analyzed in his mind that someone could have her portrait and trust her so much.
She really could only think of one person.
If it was really him, then Yang Jiu might have been saved by him.
After resting for a day, Yang Jiu finally determined roughly where Fu Lie was trapped.
As the sky darkened, Wen Qingzhu prepared a set of medicine for everyone.
Wushen Mountain, Altar Hall.
Long Zhi closed his eyes and knelt in front of the statue of the witch god.
An old man wearing black feathers walked behind him and raised his head to look at the statue in front of him.
"Young Master, you shouldn't have saved Yang Jiu."
Long Zhi opened his eyes, looked at the witch god statue in front of him, and said slowly: "Master Priest, the witch clan's strength has been exhausted. This is their fate."