The bonfire was extinguished, and the light outside the tent dimmed. Ye Qiusheng slightly opened the curtain of the tent and looked outside. After the fierce flames were extinguished, darkness returned to the campsite, and the Buyik people dispersed in the darkness. Ye Qiusheng vaguely saw the elderly Asa back to the largest tent by Krona in the daytime.
Ye Qiusheng keenly noticed that after this night's vision, some subtle changes occurred in the aura of the Buyek people.
It seems that a power that is silent in the blood of these wanderers in the Kla Zhuoma desert is gradually being awakened.
This kind of scene can't help but remind people of the thing that Jiuxuanmen came here to recruit disciples. It seems that these self-proclaimed "Nam people" are not really ignorant, but they really have another, unknown power inheritance.
Ye Qiusheng's expression became slightly serious.
He is not a member of the Buyik tribe, so naturally he would not believe that there is really any god in charge of the kingdom of death, but with what happened tonight, Ye Qiusheng had to pay attention to the Namu god in the oral legend of Kla Zhuoma.
From his point of view, he is more inclined to think that Namu should be a powerful existence in the long river of the era. Through blood, the Buyek people who are descendants of Namu inherited his power, but this power has been silent In it, it must be awakened gradually through specific rituals.
Subconsciously, Ye Qiusheng remembered that in the evening, Bailishu looked at the ancient book recording Kaledroma's long poem under the lamp, and casually mentioned the army named Zang Mu, the envoy of Namu.
"What do you think Nam is?"
Ye Qiusheng asked Baili Shu.
When the fire was extinguished, Bailishu put away his longbow, got up and sat in the darkness. For Ye Qiusheng's question, Bailishu didn't answer directly, and after a while, he said, "Keladroma's Namu belief existed in the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, but..."
But what, he didn't say any more.
The young man sat in the dark, unable to distinguish his expression.
Ye Qiusheng is used to this person's style which is almost the same as Tianjigu's. He is mysterious and suppresses everything by himself. It is not surprising to get this kind of answer that can make ordinary people even more confused.
and…
What Bailishu said also made him guess.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Era, the era in which immortals and demons coexisted, only existed for 15,000 years, and was called the "interrupted era". That interrupted era left too many puzzles, and over the years, he walked ten thousand years. What the land of the Second Dynasty is looking for is the answers to those puzzles.
Ye Qiusheng always had an inexplicable feeling.
He always felt that sometimes, looking at Bailishu was like seeing those ancient, broken eras. When he gave Bailishu the widely circulated nickname, Tianwaixian, half of it was because of the repair. The first of the famous twelve beauties in the fairy world, the other half is his sometimes vague feeling.
When he watched the young man in white approaching with his sword in hand, he would always think of the deeply buried karst cave he once entered in the Cangpu Dynasty.
In the wet ground, cold water drips from the stalactites, and when it falls on the stones, it makes a clear sound. The lightless and dark world seems to be forgotten by time, and it is far away from the bustling Twelve Dynasties on the ground. He walked past the flattened rock wall with a torch, and the torch reflected the paintings on the rock wall.
One by one, depicting some scenes of the last era.
The lines of those petroglyphs are somewhat blurred, the scene is not very clear, and most of the last one has been destroyed. However, Ye Qiusheng stopped for a long time before the last picture, and his eyes were attracted by one part of the picture.
The last petroglyph depicts even more incomprehensible content, a huge pillar sunken into the ground, and a blurry crowd of people running. Among the fleeing crowd, one person went upstream toward the giant pillar sunk into the ground. The petroglyphs are not exquisite, the style is simple, and the characters are only a few strokes.
Only when describing that person, it is extraordinarily delicate.
For some reason, Ye Qiusheng remembered the distinctive back view on the last rock painting deeply. Looking at that back view, he always felt an indescribable sadness.
There was no reason for that kind of sadness, and he didn't know the reason.
But when he saw Bailishu, Ye Qiusheng didn't know why, but sometimes he would inexplicably think of the last rock painting in that cave.
The young man sat in the dark, his figure was thin, and Ye Qiusheng thought of the rock painting again.
"Let's go and meet Asa of the Buyik tribe."
Bailishu put on his robe, and walked to Ye Qiusheng's side.
The weird ceremony was over, and the Buyeks who had undergone subtle changes had already returned to their tents, and the camp fell into silence.
"Um?"
Ye Qiusheng uttered a questioning tone.
Bailishu tidied up his robe, but didn't intend to explain.
"Okay, okay." Ye Qiusheng laughed helplessly. He put one hand on the ground, stood up neatly, opened the curtain of the tent for Bailishu in a decent way, and bowed halfway, " Since the officials have made a decision, a small guard naturally dare not speak up, please, my lord."
Bailishu glanced at Ye Qiusheng with a frivolous smile on his face, and the other party bowed his body like a guard.
He looked away and walked straight out.
"You are not my bodyguard."
Baili Shu said lightly.
For a moment, he thought of those young guards in the Baili family.
When he was Baili Dongling, when he was the Patriarch of Baili, when he walked through the corridor, young guards bent over him. They were young children in the family, and they respectfully called him Patriarch …they considered him a god…
Baili Shu closed his eyes.
The thin young man passed him by, and his cool robe brushed against his hand that opened the curtain. Ye Qiusheng heard the young man say "You are not my guard" in a flat voice, as if in a cold voice. On a moonlit night, the water flowing through the bluestone is illuminated by the moonlight.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man's back as he walked further and further away.
The night wind blew the man's outer robe, and the wide sleeves fluttered like a white crane. The man's back was thin and straight, he walked alone and did not stop, he didn't care whether anyone was following him, let alone whether he was walking with him.
Ye Qiusheng twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly let out a low laugh.
He lowered the curtain of the tent and rushed up.
Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng passed through the tents silently. The wind in the ghost town at night was faint and desolate. They walked outside the largest tent where Asa of the Buyik tribe lived, and saw the ashes left after the bonfire went out.
Except for the ring-shaped bonfire, there is nothing unusual about the campsite, as if the scene of magma rushing past the tent just now was just their illusion.
Bailishu and Ye Qiusheng stood in front of the tent.
"come in."
Before they could speak, Asa's old voice rang in their ears.
Bailishu raised the curtain and was about to go in with Ye Qiusheng, but Asa's voice sounded again: "I only saw one person."
The tone is non-negotiable.
Bailishu's movements stopped, and he turned to look at Ye Qiusheng.
Ye Qiusheng was taken aback for a moment, but soon returned to his cynical look. Holding the knife, he stood outside the curtain of the tent and raised his eyebrows: "My lord, please, I will watch over you."
"How can there be a guard who doesn't guard for the officials, don't you think?"
The young man dressed as a guard had a casual smile on his face that made it hard to tell whether he was sincere or joking.
Baili Shu stared at Ye Qiusheng for a while, then lowered his eyes: "Then you just watch over it."
After that, he went straight into the ornately decorated tent.
There was no one else in the tent, and Asa sat alone in the middle. The old man had his eyes closed, his white hair was gray, and he was turning a bone chain in his hand. Hearing Baili Shu walk in, he stopped turning the bone chain and opened his eyes.
Wearing a Confucian uniform, the gentle and elegant young man dressed as an official of the Tang Dynasty stood at the curtain of the tent, watching him quietly, and neither of them spoke.
After a long time, the young man smiled slowly, with a literati demeanor: "Mr., I am visiting late at night, so please take the liberty of me."
Asa squinted his eyes, and turned the bone chain again: "The official is the official of the Jintang court. The old man is only a dying person who is wanted. Fortunately, Namu blesses him. Although he is not dead, the official is willing to come to see him. It is an old man." Why would you take the liberty to just say it? Please sit down."
This old Asa with a high status of the Buyik tribe did not accept any courtesy from Bailishu in his words.
Bailishu sat down calmly.
"I don't know if the officials have anything to ask the old man? If he can speak, the old man will know everything." Asa turned the bone chain unhurriedly, "but the old man, as Buyike Asa, is related to the family's secret affairs , sorry to tell you."
Baili Shu flicked his sleeves slightly, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, old man, the matter I want to ask has nothing to do with the Buyik tribe."
Asa stopped turning the bone chain and squinted his eyes. After a moment, he waved his hand slightly, and the sound of the wind outside the tent suddenly faded away, and the whole tent seemed to be isolated from the outside world, extremely quiet.
"Please."
The curtain was drawn down, blocking the situation inside.
Ye Qiu listened carefully. Logically speaking, with his keen ear, he could hear the conversation even through the tent. After Asa's incident, he could no longer hear the voice inside.
He didn't hear the sound, Ye Qiusheng twirled the ancient blade in his hand, whether it was long or short, the ancient blade was thrown out by him with continuous and bright blades.
He didn't seem to be surprised that Asa of the Buyik tribe had the ability to isolate sound like an enchantment.
The knife turned around, and Ye Qiusheng put the knife back into its sheath.
This is a bit difficult to deal with.
Anyway, he is now the nominal guard of that "Jin Tang official", so he has to be responsible for his son's safety, right? You can't even hear a movement like this, how can you perform your duty as a guard
It's really not easy to be the guard of Mr. Baili.