One foot fell and it touched the ground.

The air swayed like water waves, as if two invisible doors slowly opened to the side, revealing the village of the Wu tribe.

Bamboo forest, terraced fields, stilt houses. A snow waterfall flows down from the northern slope of the terraced fields, and walks around the lined bamboo buildings and winds into a stream.

Prince Qiao was stepping on the winding path by the stream. The rain splashed the stream, and the cool water droplets wet their toes.

Zhuyou Forbidden Spell! Prince Qiao's heart suddenly jumped, and messages about the witch clan's art were like streams flowing through his heart, but there was no strangeness on his face.

Witchcraft is divided into Zhuyou Forbidden Spell and Ancestral Witch Body Refining Technique.

The ancestral witch body refining technique is pure martial arts: swallowing and exhaling turbid air, visualizing the ancestral witch, fighting with the body, and breaking all methods with one force.

Zhuyou Forbidden spells include everything: medicine, sacrifice, divination, formation maps, and the most evil soul techniques.

The witch spirit is the core of the soul technique. Once the witch clan is born with a witch spirit, it is expected to cultivate all kinds of strange and strange magical powers. For example, taking human hair, integrating into mud dolls, grass man, and applying curses with the witch spirit. No matter how far apart the curse is, it is difficult to escape the ending of being dispersed.

However, the witch clan has long declined, and most of the Zhuyou Forbidden Spells have been lost. For thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone born to the witch clan.

"Sir, I am convinced!" Barre brought people to follow him. It was not until this time that he truly felt a little awe of Prince Qiao.

Prince Qiao sighed: "The nobles' witchcraft is indeed different from the Taoist techniques today. It can be said to be a unique way and has other advantages."

"This is the dead Chinobu formation. It's actually a fancy way, and it's okay to fool people. If the enemy breaks into the village, they have to rely on fists and knives!" Barre smiled and heard Prince Qiao's tone, it seemed that he was really interested in witchcraft. It's best if you don't want anything, you're afraid of him.

Flower Armor? Prince Qiao glanced at Barre lightly, and said nothing more. The witch clan is really not good. No wonder he hurried in the wilderness and became a commoner in the mountains.

It was midnight, and the whole village was sleeping in the night. The raindrops hit the stilt houses, making a dense sound like snow-washing and shattering jade.

From afar, a faint sound of silk and bamboo floated in the wind.

The music was lingering and sad, and it turned out to be a beautiful tone in the Yunhuang Jin and Chu areas. Prince Qiao was slightly stunned and walked along with the music.

It was a stilt house, hidden alone in the depths of the bamboo forest. The building was divided into two floors, with high-leg railings, and exquisite sides. The green eaves raised a rich peony palace lantern, and the embroidered golden veil curtain of young cats playing with butterflies hanging on bamboo windows.

Through the floating veil, Prince Qiao vaguely saw a young man moving by the window, singing and dancing, his untied long hair was like a leaping black flame.

"Who is that?" Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but be a little curious. Whether it was the tune, the palace lanterns or the veil, they all originated from the prosperous land of Jin and Chu. Could it be that a mountain citizen in a deep valley still pays attention to these things?

"Hmph, who else can it be?" Ba Lang next to him suddenly sneered, full of disgust, "Except for the prodigal son of Chino, who else can play until midnight, sing and dance?"

"So it's Zhino's son, that is, your young patriarch?" Prince Qiao's heart moved slightly. Barre obviously only practiced the ancestral witch body refining technique. So Zhuyou forbidden spell technique should be passed on by Zhino's son.

"Bah! He is worthy?" Ba Lang spitted hard on the ground, "I don't work every day, don't practice martial arts, I only know how to fight cucumbers, tease girls, and have fun! He also sold the things in the clan to those traveling merchants, and replaced them with a lot of birdless lamps, silk, spices, music scores... The ridiculous thing is that he sometimes sleeps in pigpens and chicken coops at night, saying stupid things that all things have spirits. Our witch clan's iron-beating man does not recognize this kind of thing as the young clan leader!"

Ba Lang cursed endlessly, and the tribesmen couldn't help it, and they agreed with each other, and they were all indignant. After hearing this for a moment, Li Lei smiled deeply and hard: "A melon baby, there is nothing to say, don't let the gentleman laugh."

Having said that, Wang Ziqiao still captured the pride that flashed deep in Li Lei's pupils.

"Interesting." Prince Qiao stared at the figure upstairs, thinking and authentic.

"Bang!" The music suddenly stopped, and the door of the bamboo building crashed open. Wang Ziqiao saw the boy stumble down the bamboo ladder and shouted: "I want to eat fish sashimi! I want to eat fish sashimi! Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou, hurry up and take the lights and go with me to catch fish in the stream!"

As the boy approached, Prince Qiao felt his eyes lit up, and even the torches shining around him seemed to become dull.

The boy was about fourteen or five years old, wearing a big red middle-aged shirt, loose black hair, making his skin as bright as jade and his eyebrows and eyes as picturesque. His long hair was unrestrained, he dragged wooden clogs, ran to the stream with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Two little maids were chasing behind with lanterns and panting.

"Big nephew, it's so late, why are you still making trouble?" Barree greeted him and shouted in a deep voice.

The boy then noticed everyone, waved his hand, and smiled in drunken eyes: "It's Uncle Lei, you, you haven't slept either. Uh!" He burped, stretched his arms and shouted, "The late autumn rain, the fish are fat, you and I are in this heavy rain, bonfire fish sashimi, and enjoy the whole life, isn't it a pleasure?"

Barre frowned, and Balang immediately rushed forward and grabbed the boy's collar: "Zhi Shouzhen, why are you crazy again? You--"

The boy lowered his head and vomited a pool of wine-smelling liquid, which was spitting all into Balang's hands. Balang subconsciously pushed hard, and the boy staggered out and happened to hit Wang Ziqiao's calf, fell to the ground, and mud splashed all over his body.

"Ouch!" The young man grabbed Wang Ziqiao's robe and wanted to stand up. Wang Ziqiao's heart moved inexplicably and took a step back without a trace.

"Big nephew, this is a distinguished guest of our witch clan. Don't do it nonsense." Barre stopped and laughed at Prince Qiao again, "The baby is ignorant and has hit the sir."

"It's okay." Prince Qiao looked at the boy with interest and asked, "You are Zhi Shuma, your son?"

"Uh, it seems to be." Zhi Shouzhen shakingly got up, ran to the stream, and reached out to grab it: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Kou, please help me catch fish!"

After the two little maids came over, they did not dare to move. Barret's face darkened: "How did you take care of the young leader?"

The two little maids were so scared that they knelt down and shivered. Barrey snorted coldly and suddenly punched him out. "Peng!" The stream water was like a huge rock hitting, splashing waves of water several feet high. A fat carp flipped over her white belly and floated up.

Prince Qiao's pupils shrank slightly. Barre's punch was not only strong, but also controlled the movement of the true energy. Although the carp died, its surface was intact and it was not divided. Even in Yunhuang, Barre's punch was shocking.

Zhi Shouzhen was also thrown into the stream by the waves, and his body was soaked. But he didn't care. He grabbed the carp and danced: "Fish, fish, you and I have a fate tonight. Although you are dead, I will sing your freshness and plumpness forever."

The witch clan members shook their heads all disgusted. Barrey sighed helplessly and asked someone to help Zhi Shuzhen to go ashore, ignite the fire, and let him dry his wet clothes.

"Hey, you, hurry up and get fish sashimi for me!" Zhi Shouzhen held the carp and thrust into Balang's mouth.

Balang looked at Bare, who waved his hand, Balang smiled grimly, rushed to Zhi Shouzhen, drew his sword and slashed it straight down.

The sword light was cold, and the sharp blade almost fell against Zhi Shuzhen's forehead. "Swish swish swish!" The blade suddenly sank and landed on the carp in Zhi Shuzhen's arms, flashing rapidly. Thin and transparent fish fillets bounced up, and Balang's sword light turned around, and all the fish fillets fell on the blade, lined up neatly.

"Give it to you!" Ba Lang threw down the knife and deliberately stepped on it. Most of the fish fillets were trampled to pieces. Zhi Shouzhen seemed to have never seen it, grabbed the fish fillet and put it into his mouth, with an intoxication on his face.

"Let's go, let the young leader enjoy his life slowly." Barre walked away with a loud laugh.

Halfway through, Prince Qiao turned around. Next to the fire, Zhi Hun was singing loudly and dancing with high fives.

"Spring is shining, and the flowers and orioles are busy.

Do you know that the day is short and the dark night is long?

Only when the wind and rain are storms, the separation of human feelings is hurt.

Grain and millet are prone to rot, but pearls and jade are difficult to hide.

Where is the beauty? How can the famous generals go?

I am willing to spend a lot of money and keep **

Picking stars to shine on candles, and cutting smoke to make-up.

It is enough to sing and hit the bottle, and you should be happy endlessly.

The thin waist dances in the palm, the nectar ripples,

Who cares about tomorrow's events, and who laughs absurdly?

The summer heat should be over, and the autumn and winter should be at least old.”

The night rain was miserable, the bonfire was beating, and the young man's ups and downs were like the night elf. Even though his steps were empty and his mouth was full of alcohol, his wet clothes were soaked in mud, but they could not cover up his elegant and elegant aura.

"Summer summer should feel that the prosperity is over, and autumn and winter are at least old." Wang Ziqiao thought silently in his heart several times, and suddenly thought that if Zhi Shou was not useless and useless, he would have died long ago.

"It's really interesting." Prince Qiao smiled and walked away with Barre, not looking back.
Chapter completed!