Quick travel god stick demeanor

Although Chu Wushuang won a temporary freedom with his oath, half of Bu Zhai's body is still in the hands of Nu Erhachi.

Buyangu no longer forced her to marry the enemy who killed her father, but begged her to go to Jianzhou Jurchen, no matter what method she used, she must bring back half of Buzhai's body.

Chu Wushuang knew that this was the bottom line and there was no room for bargaining, so he agreed.

She also misses her aunts, cousins, and friends a little.

A year later, Chu Wushuang followed the road back to the Haixi Jurchen, brought the maids and guards, and returned to Feiala City. Looking at the familiar streets and scenery, he felt a sense of human beings and wrongs.

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The city of Feala has three layers: the outer city, the inner city, and the gate city.Thousands of Jurchen households lived in the outer city, and close clansmen lived in the inner city.

There are mainly two residences in Muzha.One is the residence of the "slave chieftain" Nu Erhaci, where he and his fellow Fujins lived.The other is the residence of the "little chieftain" Shuerhaqi, the younger brother of Nu Erha.

Nu Erhaci's residence is located at the highest point in the middle of Feiala City, with seven gates and a brick wall in the middle of the fence, which evenly divides the fence into two courtyards, east and west, all covered with gray tiles.The east courtyard is Nu Erhachi's office, and the west courtyard is his bedroom.

There are nine buildings and more than [-] rooms in the west courtyard, including three buildings.Nu Erhaci lived in the middle of the west courtyard, and his Fujin, side Fujin, and Shu Fujin lived around his residence. ①

The last time Xie Ange came to the west courtyard of Zhacheng was when Huang Taiji was born. This time, when he came again, it was already when Meng Gu Zhezhe was about to return home.

Since Xie Ange dumped Nu Erhachi's face last time, he no longer invites Xie Ange when he has something to do, but chooses other shamans.

However, Nu Erhachi's performance this year is not bad, and he has successfully won back the favor of the shamans.

In Meng Gu Zhezhe's residence, she was lying on the bed with a pale complexion, her hair was black and bluish, exuding an ominous look, and her pair of eyes were dark with almost no whites.

In the yard, the bonfire was blazing, and the shamans, wearing masks and covering their faces with colorful tassels, cooperated tacitly, chanting mantras, beating drums, ringing bells, and throwing agarwood and camphor leaves into the fire from time to time. Rising, dispelling the stale air.

Nu Erhachi sat on the edge of the bed, holding Meng Gu Zhezhe's skinny wrist as lightly as possible with his big rough hand. He felt that this hand was too fragile, and he was afraid that it would break if he broke it.

"Master Alinbao Shaman, do you have anything to say about my side Fujin?" Nu Erhachi asked calmly, not minding that Meng Gu Zhezhe was listening.

"My answer is the same as it was a year ago. To be honest, it's really unexpected that Fujin can survive until today." Xie Ange turned the beads in his hand, and said with a pun, "Presumably, Fujin loves his son very much. "

In order to be able to bring up her son, she would not die even if she fell out of favor, and it was precisely because of this heavy maternal love that she received more active protection from the Dragon Qi.

But still the same sentence, no matter if it is the hero or the heroine, it is impossible to stay with Meng Gu Zhezhe for a moment, she is bound to die.

Those ghosts, who would be willing to give up this piece of fat?

It is not an exaggeration to say that Long Qi is a panacea.

Meng Gu Zhezhe was seriously ill, and Nu Erhachi didn't allow Huang Taiji to get close to her at all, for fear that his son would overwhelm his mother's illness, and inadvertently completely cut off her last chance of life.

Meng Gu Zhezhe's eyeballs moved, and then he closed them weakly.

"Then why did the shaman come here?"

Xie Ange said concisely: "Send the soul."

He didn't want to save Meng Gu Zhezhe, but it wouldn't take much effort to send her into reincarnation, so at least she would have an afterlife.

Nu Erhachi smiled strangely, "I don't know that Master Alinbao is so kind."

At this time, a maid came in, "Please Shulebeilean, Dongge please see me."

Nu Erhachi was silent for a while, propping his forehead with his free left hand and closing his eyes to think. The maid didn't dare to disturb him, and just waited quietly. Finally, he waved his sleeves, "Let her in."

Xie Ange walked out.

The hostess is getting used to the customs here now.

The travel-stained Chu Wushuang was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and walked quickly into the house with his tired body, followed by the gentle and considerate Dai Shan.

Xie Ange stood in the yard, quietly watching those shamans doing useless work, maybe it can't be said to be useless work, it's more like saying that they came to clean up the mess.

After Meng Gu Zhezhe died, if no one dealt with it, there would be a group of evil spirits whose strength would increase greatly and do evil everywhere.The role of these shamans is probably reflected here - exorcising evil spirits and avoiding ghosts.

They also knew Xie Ange's attitude, and they didn't force Xie Ange to join them.

——The main reason is that Xie Ange is too strong, and they can't beat him even if they want to force it.

So Xie Ange paddled with peace of mind.

Within a quarter of an hour, Nu Erhaci, his son, and the maids all came out and closed the door.

Daishan glanced at Xie Ange, feeling a little strange.

Master Alinbao seems to be out of tune with the whole world, alone, resigned and independent.

This is the most well-known shaman in Jianzhou Jurchen in the past year. It seems that there is no problem that Alinbao Shaman can't solve-except for his Ama's side Fujin.

A few months ago, some black shamans from other tribes cursed the Jurchen warriors with evil curses.Otherwise, whether Jianzhou Jurchen can win in the coming Nine Parts attack is still a question.

After a long time, suppressed sobs came from inside the house.

"Auntie, I promise you, I promise you, I will take good care of Huang Taiji..." Chu Wushuang's face was full of tears, and she was too sad to speak.

She is an orphan, if it is said that Bu Zhai gave her fatherly love, then Meng Gu Zhezhe gave her the motherly love she craves—love, tenderness, consideration, and earnest teaching.

It was Meng Gu Zhezhe who led her to adapt to this era, at least she didn't get burned as a monster.

Chu Wushuang was really grateful to her.When she first came here, she was sick, full of fear and uneasiness, and almost died. It was Meng Gu Zhezhe who gently explained some common sense to her and accompanied her through the darkest moment.

It was Meng Gu Zhezhe who let her know that this era is not only barbaric and brutal with backward civilization, but also simple and joyful.

It is beautiful here, with the grass and cattle and sheep in the vast grassland, the white snow of Changbai Mountain, the indulgent singing and dancing of the ancestor worship ceremony... and when spring comes, the wild flowers will bloom in full bloom, forming a rainbow and covering the earth.

Meng Guzhe smiled weakly.

The sun moved westward, and the sky was covered with decadent dark red clouds, and a black line was looming hidden in the clouds.

The drums of the shamans beat more urgently, and the bells responded like thunder and roaring like war horses!

Their movements became more urgent, they opened and closed, sweat dripped from under their masks, and their expressions were panicked.

The golden sun finally set on the top of the mountain, the sky suddenly darkened, the candles in the room flickered, Meng Gu Zhezhe let out a frightening "ho hoo" sound from his throat, she burst out with great strength, and used her hands like chicken feet to touch the ground. Clasping the throat, the sharp nails cut through the skin, digging out the blood on the hands.

Meng Gu Zhezhe's eyeballs were bulging, black liquid dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his whole face was extremely distorted.

Chu Wushuang was startled, rushed forward and grabbed Meng Gu Zhezhe's hand, trying to break it open, "Auntie, auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Gu Zhezhe's strength was astonishing. No matter how hard Chu Wushuang tried, it was useless. She shouted anxiously outside the house, "Come, come! Come, save my aunt!"

Nu Erhachi kicked open the wooden door and strode in. Just in time to see Meng Gu Zhezhe knocking Chu Wushuang to the ground, he went to hug Chu Wushuang, "How is it? Are you okay?"

Chu Wushuang tugged on his sleeve, and despite being dizzy from the fall, he just shouted, "Save my aunt!"

Nu Erhachi had no choice but to put down Chu Wushuang, and stepped forward to suppress Meng Gu Zhezhe.His strength was not comparable to that of Chu Wushuang, and Meng Gu Zhezhe was quickly tied up.

When Chu Wushuang finally came to his senses, he vaguely heard the cry of the baby, turned his head to look around, gasped slightly, "It's Huang Taiji."

She remembered Meng Gu Zhezhe's instructions, glanced at her aunt, gritted her teeth and ran out.

A gust of black wind blew sand and dust, blinding people's eyes, and the shamans danced even harder.

Ordinary people were trembling with fright, running around like headless chickens.

Xie Ange shook the soul-calling bell that was glowing blue, and the evil creatures passing by avoided him one after another, not daring to approach him, for fear of being detained by him as a slave.

While ringing the bell, Xie Ange walked towards Meng Gu Zhezhe's residence, and the ghosts made way like a sea of ​​ghosts.

When he walked over to Meng Guzhe, she was still struggling.

Xie Ange used his finger as a pen to write the word "town" on Meng Guzhe's head, and she calmed down.

Chu Wushuang came with Huang Taiji in his arms. The moment he saw his son, Meng Gu Zhezhe shed tears. The black tears flowed more and more, but his eyes gradually became clear.

"Why did you bring the child here?" Nu Erhachi frowned and asked.

Chu Wushuang glared at him, "Can't I let Huang Taiji see my aunt for the last time?"

"……Row!"

"You still have half an hour." Xie Ange said coldly.

"Yes, thank you Master." Meng Gu Zhezhe vaguely knew that Xie Ange had saved her and brought her back to her senses, so she didn't dare to hope for anything. He just looked at his son who was getting closer and closer, his eyes were gentle and sad, "Son, my child .”

Xie Ange watched this scene quietly, and dramatically remembered that Yunniang was crying silently when she parted from him. Watching, she was still thinking about the child until she died.

"Longevity, my son!" The mother's call seemed to pass through the gap of time and space, echoing Meng Gu Zhezhe.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xie Ange said on time: "It's time."

Meng Gu Zhezhe showed a faint smile, like the mist in the morning, which will be dispersed by the wind.

Chu Wushuang's eyes were red and swollen, "When is the time? Don't talk nonsense." Tears kept falling.

Xie Ange rang the bell again to pull Meng Gu Zhezhe's soul out of his body. After obtaining her consent, he separated the dragon energy from her body and put it into Huang Taiji's body.

Huang Taiji was only over one year old at this time, just at the age of babbling, with round eyes, black and white, looking at the mother in mid-air, very well-behaved, did not cry, just stretched out his hand, "Ah!" to hug.

Meng Gu Zhezhe took one last look at his son, turned around reluctantly, saluted Xie Ange, and then drifted away following the sound of the bell.

Seeing this, Huang Taiji was taken aback, and burst into tears with a "wow".

No matter how powerful he will be in the future, he is still a kid at this moment, almost hiccupping from crying.

As soon as he cried, Chu Wushuang didn't care about crying anymore and just hugged him to coax him.

This incident lasted for a year and finally came to an end.

Xie Ange thought to himself, after completing this vote, I can go there with peace of mind.

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① Refer to Baidu

"The outer city was first built with stones, counting three feet above, and then clothed with rafters, and then built with stones, counting three feet above, and then clothed with wooden rafters."In this way, it ends up with a height of more than ten feet, and the inside and outside are covered with sticky mud.There are no pheasants, shooting platforms, partitions, moats... There are also wooden fences in the inner city, and the slave chieftains live in the fence.In the inner city, there are more than one hundred Hu families; in the outer city, there are more than three hundred Hu families; and outside the outer city, there are more than four hundred Hu families.In the inner city, people close to the tribe live there; in the outer city, generals and clan parties live there; outside the outer city, the inhabitants are all soldiers." ("Jianzhou Ji Cheng Tu Ji")