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There were bursts of black smoke as the flames rose, and a man in a cloak of colorful feathers painted his face with colors. He danced a strange dance in front of the fire, and the sound of chanting seemed to be an ancient mantra. Chapters, with different rhythms and rhythms, connected in series, have different meanings just like the fire that changed at that time.

The newborn was wrapped up, and a woman held him in her arms. When the man finished reciting the mantra, stopped beating, and came to the side of the newborn, the woman lifted the swaddle with both hands, and let the baby face Go up, accept the attention from the man.

The man took a bowl in his hand at some point, and the bowl contained a clear water-like liquid. With his two fingers together, he tapped the bowl three times, raised his hand, and tapped the wet finger on the baby's chin. Between the eyebrows, he drew up and down as if drawing a third eye.

The baby with closed eyes seemed to be aware of it, and opened his eyes at this time, a little bit resisted, and some unknown liquid was poured on his forehead, so he was not afraid of it flowing into his eyes!

That icy cold feeling is a bit like the evaporated water vapor has taken away the heat of the body at the same time. Is it wine?Evaporates so fast.

The waiter at the side handed over a piece of paper, the fibers of the bamboo grass paper were clearly impurity under the firelight, the man glanced at the paper, dipped his hands in the water from the bowl and stroked it, the faint ink appeared on the paper, as if The black bird has no wings, and the baby's wide-open eyes looked over from the back of the paper, sighing inwardly, it was another unknown word.

"ink."

The man uttered this sound, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shaking everyone's hearts.

"This child is named Mo."

Unfamiliar voices, unfamiliar scales, the baby's eyes are full of confusion, what are they talking about!

He flattened his mouth, well, it was an incomprehensible language, so he had to start from the beginning again.

As a baby, no matter how hard he persevered, he still couldn't resist certain physical limitations. For example, he was so sleepy now that he couldn't open his eyes anymore.

He muttered with his small mouth, closed his eyes, and still wanted to listen to a few more words in his mind, but his thoughts quickly fell into chaos. He seemed to be able to faintly hear the cheers from the crowd, was it because of that "mo"?

Still—for a new life.

"Your Excellency has worked hard."

The woman held the child in her arms, and followed the man. Layers of sweat had already been baked on the man's forehead by the flames, and the color on his face seemed to have melted a little. strange.

"No problem."

He walked quickly into the hall, took off the cloak on his body, his inner shirt was already wet with sweat, wiped off the color on his face with a cloth towel, and washed it with clean water, revealing a sick face, his body was already very It's hard to support such a blessing dance, but for the children...

"Fell asleep?"

His gaze signaled, and the woman brought the child to his eyes, and let him see that the baby was sleeping peacefully, its small mouth was as pink as a cherry blossom, and its fair complexion was obviously well-raised.

"It's a quiet and well-behaved one."

For this child, he also spent a lot of effort, hoping to grow up safely.

"My lord, the king sent someone to deliver something."

The waiter outside the door stopped and said this. Behind him, there were several waiters holding trays with things on them, and they were covered with red cloth, so they couldn't see what was inside.

The man glanced outside the door. At this moment, he had already changed into a change of clothes. The sweat had been wiped dry. The new clothes were soft and thin, as if he was afraid that he would catch a cold from the night wind, so he added a short coat on the outside. , Covering the front and back, the man sitting there seemed to be waiting for hibernation, a bit tired.

He waved to the door, the waiter came in with the people behind him, the line changed from vertical to horizontal, the trays lined up, the waiter who spoke went to lift the red cloth on it, among the several trays were golden locks, jade ruyi, Wooden balls, silver horns, and a small bow studded with precious stones.

The man glanced at it: "I have a heart."

This king was known for his stubbornness when he was a prince, and after becoming a king, he has done a lot of willful things. It is really good to be able to give such a well-behaved gift now.

"There's another ram out there."

The waiter hesitated to offer this last gift which was also naughty.

The man's complexion suddenly became ugly, and the waiters around him didn't dare to show their anger. Even the woman, who was clearly the man's pillow, was humble at this time, and she was still holding the child, and she knelt down directly. Panicked: "My lord, calm down."

"If you don't respect heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, what am I angry about? He will have retribution."

The man clapped his hands angrily after saying this, shaking the teacups on the table.

The waiters around also knelt down, and those holding the trays were even more cautious, not daring to look up at the man's face.

It was the man himself who coughed twice, blushed, and took a drink of water. Then he took a breath and waved his hand, "Take it down."

The waiter didn't dare to ask how to deal with the ram, and hurriedly led everyone back. The woman kneeling on the ground didn't get up, her eyes were full of tears, and the face like a silver plate could vaguely see the beautiful face before, probably because It didn't recover after giving birth, which left this mellowness.

"My lord, you have to take care of yourself!"

The persuasion is sincere, a woman regards her husband as the sky, if there is no such support, the baby in her arms may not live long, and by then, she will have to die.

"Get up, it's not a big deal, I'm used to it."

The man just felt tired, and when he looked at the baby again, he already had a little more hope. This child needs to grow up quickly!

The night was dark, and the fire was gradually extinguished. There were no candles. Once the hot torches were extinguished, the temperature seemed to drop.

Mosquitoes are lingering around, separated by gauze curtains, but the sweltering heat in the gauze nets is also uncomfortable. On the big bed, a child about four years old is lying on the bamboo mat, turning over after a while, changing positions, and rolling onto the bamboo mat. On the other side of the mat, turn it back and forth like pancakes, for fear that the mat will be warm and uncomfortable.

The bed was huge, and the woman who only occupied a small corner by the side was holding a fan and fanning it at a constant speed. When the breeze came, the gauze curtains were blowing outwards, dispelling those tireless mosquitoes.

"Xia Niang, tell me another story."

The child turned around for a while, but couldn't fall asleep, so he asked someone to tell a story again.

He knew that this woman was his biological mother, but he didn't know the rules in this day and age, anyway, mother is not mother, so he had to call her by her first name.

In this mansion, the biggest one is his father. His father is the witch of this country. This is not only a profession, but also an official position. Called "Your Excellency", along with him, the same address for his father.

There is nothing special about it.

If I hadn't had memories since I was a child, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to tell whether I was a child of a human being or a child of ghosts and gods.

Everyone said to his upbringing that he is a child bestowed by the gods, and he will succeed the adults to become Wu Zhu in the future.The concept of parents has never been introduced to him. As a child born with knowledge, Ji Mo is also under great pressure to keep his secrets in these places and expose what he should not know.

[Main task: Wu Zhu. 】

[Current progress: Enlightenment (Master) - not completed. 】

The task is still like this, the master's name is very unfamiliar, but judging from the special profession of "Wu Zhu", it can only be his father.

There can only be one shaman blessing in a country, and shaman blessing is an inheritance system, from father to son, son to grandson, unless there is a problem of inheritance in any generation, it can only be passed down in this order.

This is also impossible, many skills, and only through this kind of transmission can future generations get the true inheritance, there will be no lack of a little bit, a little bit, neither fish nor fowl.

The matter of Wu Zhu is even more so.

Regarding this profession, because the adult is Wu Zhu, Ji Mo can inquire a lot. It actually contains two parts, one part is "witchcraft", which is similar to all known concepts of this word, the category of metaphysics, and the other Part of it is "Zhu You Shu". If you say Zhu You Shu, many people may think it is another name for witchcraft. In fact, Zhu You Thirteen Branches is also a school of ancient medicine. It can be cured without acupuncture or medicine. Illness requires the use of thoughts and the fields generated by spells to cure diseases and save lives. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as the category of psychology.

Of course, Ji Mo does not know these things now. What he knows is that it is not easy to become Wu Zhu. What needs to be learned are two aspects. "Wu" communicates with ghosts and gods, and "Zhu" communicates with heaven and earth.

There is another hidden meaning here, why "witch" is before "wish".The adults didn't tell Ji Mo these things, and Ji Mo's own understanding can be understood according to the saying "do your best and obey the destiny", of course, you can also understand it according to "put the important things later".

Ghosts and gods are always between heaven and earth, small areas are within large areas, that's all.

In other words, ghosts and gods are enough for human affairs, so there is no need to ask the world about everything. The world is so busy that there is no time to care about those trivial matters.

"Story, where do I have so many stories!"

The woman smiled with gentle eyes, gently shook her fan, pursed her lips and thought about it, not wanting to disappoint the child, and said, "Let me tell you how adults exorcise evil spirits."

It is a story that people talk about very much. The theory of "bewitched" existed in ancient times, and it is even more widely spread in this seemingly older era.

As early as when he knew that there were still human sacrifices, Ji Mo knew that this must be an earlier, uncivilized ancient times, and slaves and so on, were unique, and it was not the first time he was so shocked. If you want to change, of course you can, But we still need a good time. What we can do now is to try our best not to bully them and aggravate their suffering.

"Okay, okay, I just want to hear stories about adults, I like adults the most!"

Ji Mo really wanted to gain favorability in front of adults, but this adult is not easy to see, it seems that because of his own illness, he always begs ghosts and gods, fearing that it will affect Ji Mo, so he is not close to him, but that kind of love, I can still feel it.

Because of the father-son relationship between the two, Ji Mo felt that the task of apprenticeship this time was not difficult, so he didn't worry about the task so much. Instead, he wanted to know more about this profession. Wu Zhu, it sounds very mysterious!