Zhao Ge: 114. The Eye of Nahm
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The tent where the two Central Plains were in the middle part of the team, surrounded by tents of young hunters in the tribe, apparently Krone was not very relieved of these two Central Plains, and it was also seen that they were arranged here. The meaning.
After Amu's accident, the crowd watching outside the Central Plains tent did not all disperse, everyone looked at the tent vigilantly.
When Dotana strode toward the tent where the Central Plains lived, everyone encountered along the way subconsciously gave way to this aggressive girl.
Dottana's status in the Buyik tribe is quite high, not only because she is the most beautiful girl in the tribe and her father is the leader of the tribe, but also because she herself is an extremely good hunter. The name Dotana has the meaning of "the eyes of the condor" in the Buyik tribe. Dotana's archery skills are first-rate in the tribe. A machete is fierce and not inferior to men.
When there was still some distance from the tent, Dotana gave a cold snort, stopped, took off the bow on her back, drew an arrow from the quiver, raised her hand, and heard a "shoo" sound. The feather arrow burst out of the air and hit the tower-shaped spire decoration on the top of the tent.
"The hospitality of the nobles is really special."
After the feather arrow was shot, the curtain of the tent turned over, and a young man dressed as a guard came out with a knife and smiled.
"This girl, don't know what you can do?"
"Where's the other person? Let him come out." With suffocation from the corner of Dotana's eyes, she hung the bow back on her back and unhooked the scimitar on her waist, her tone of voice was not good.
Ye Qiusheng squinted his eyes, with a smile on his face: "The girl uses arrows and knives again. This is the custom of the Buyik people in hospitality, or..."
Ye Qiusheng paused, the smile on his face remained, and his tone was still somewhat frivolous as before: "... still want to fight? Let's say it first..."
"I can only kill people, and I won't be able to finish the competition."
The tone of the last sentence suddenly lightened up, like a joke casually said.
But Dotana, who was facing Ye Qiusheng, only felt like falling into an ice cave. When the Central Plains man standing in front of the tent on the opposite side spoke the last word, his eyes suddenly sharpened.
As a hunter's keen intuition, Dotana stiffened in place in an instant. At the moment when the Central Plains' eyes on the opposite side became sharp, she almost thought that she was not facing a person, but the beast was a wolf...Anyway Those who are full of murderous aura, things that you can't even kill when you are ruthless.
For an instant, she seemed to smell endless blood.
She used to confront a wolf in the desert. At that time, the killing intent of the wolf made her feel that her breath was full of blood, but now the sharp eyes of the Central Plains man in front of her made her feel that she was smelling it. The smell of a sea of blood.
She trembles slightly in her hand holding the scimitar.
That kind of terrifying murderous aura made her feel that she would be cut into pieces if she did it.
The surrounding people swept their surprised gazes and saw that the originally aggressive Dotana was standing in place with a knife, facing what the Central Plains could be considered arrogant, and did not make any response.
"Lu Zhou."
When the cold sweat began to roll on Dotana's forehead, a voice came out of the tent. The voice was not harsh, like spring water slowly flowing over the rocks under the cold moon.
"Don't be rude."
After the Prince Jin Tanggui in the tent spoke, the Central Plains guard holding the knife sneered, and his expression turned into a lazy look again.
After he retracted his gaze, Dotana just awoke from a big dream and took a step back.
She looked in astonishment as she stood outside the tent, like a loyal guarding young man, and she was extremely surprised - when did Zhongyuan have such a terrifying role.
"Since we are here in a hurry, there must be something urgent to ask, why not come in for a comment?"
The voice that came from the tent was very calm, with a gentle and gentle tone. In an understatement, she took the previous incident of Dotana's aggressive arrow shooting and Ye Qiusheng's unmoving quake and frightened her slightly.
Ye Qiusheng opened the curtain and made a gesture of asking Dotana with a smile.
Dortana was covered with cold sweat on her back at this time, and she hadn't recovered from the murderous aura just now. Although the voice was light and gentle, the words were appropriate and elegant, but in fact it did not allow others to refuse.
However, she came over menacingly to find the two Central Plains people to settle the account. At this time, she went to meet people politely according to others' words, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
She was terrified of Ye Qiusheng, and instinctively did not dare to be rude to the owner of the soft voice, so she had to go to the onlookers because of her irritation.
Dottana turned her head in irritation to the crowd who were still onlookers and yelled: "What to see, do your own thing."
"This girl, my son, please."
The people around dispersed, Ye Qiusheng said with a smile on his face again.
Dottana's face is still a little bit awkward. Before the Lord saw it, she was frightened by the other party's guard. It was a bit embarrassing to say it. She snorted and entered the tent.
An oil lamp was lit in the tent, and in the warm yellow light, the owner of the voice, who was her imposing object, was sitting behind the lamp.
Dortana also heard that among the Central Plains people brought back by Krone and the others, the seriously injured Central Plains official was the noble son of Central Plains, who looked very beautiful. But what others say is what others say is not as good as what you have seen with your own eyes.
The feeling I saw with my own eyes is that the other person really looks better than others said.
Behind the warm yellow oil lamp, the young man in a white robe erected a jade crown, holding an ancient book in his hand. Hearing that she came in, the young man closed the ancient book in his hand, looked up and nodded slightly: "Please sit down."
This man looks very young, and his gestures are dwarfed by the extravagance. I don’t know if it’s because the other party is also an official in Jintang. Although he speaks mildly and his words are elegant, he is invisible. However, people subconsciously follow and dare not violate.
Dottana didn't realize that she subconsciously obeyed the orders of the young man and sat upright.
Ye Qiusheng is considered qualified as a guard. He didn't forget that he was the guard of Bailishu. He stood outside the tent holding a knife and didn't go in.
But his ears are sharp, and Bailishu's conversation with Dotana can be heard clearly despite standing outside the tent.
He sneered.
Even the bad old man doesn't necessarily understand Bailishu, a little girl like Dotana, I am afraid that she will be completely covered in her old quilt without realizing it.
——Maybe you don’t need to use the word "I'm afraid", but that is it.
Dortana came fiercely, frowning and leaving silently.
Ye Qiusheng opened the curtain, got into the tent, sat cross-legged on the wool felt spread on the ground, and raised his eyes to look at the plethora that looked like he was reopening the ancient book. He glanced at the book in Bailishu's hand. Although the book was old, it was not a pattern of cultivating immortals, but just a volume of ordinary local customs and county chronicles.
"What do you know?" Ye Qiusheng asked lazily.
He just used to say a few words to Bailishu, but he didn't expect any answer. If Dotana and the Buyik tribe were here, Bailishu would not feel like a Jintang official.
No need to pretend, this man's eyebrows are instantly sealed with snow, cold and cold, and there is no expression on his face. When he lowered his eyes to read the book, he looked like an outsider who had escaped from the world.
The snow is the same, the ice blade is the same.
It's not like a mortal, let alone a gentle Jintang official.
Unexpectedly, Bai Lishu would actually speak, and his slender fingertips turned a page in the ancient book with yellowed fingertips: "Amu, that girl in the evening. Her eyes are said to be Namu’s blessing, and she can see Namu. Mu’s will and foreshadowing."
"Nam..."
Ye Qiusheng recites a deity believed by the Yik people. He also heard that the Nine Profound Sect recruited disciples at Kela Dolma, but the other party refused to join the Nine Profound Sect, and he also understood the Buyik people's beliefs.
For the cultivator, it is ridiculous to believe in gods, because the ultimate goal of cultivating gods is to become a **** and live forever, so what is the point of believing in yourself?
"In the ancient legend of Krazhuoma, Namu is the **** who rules the desert, in charge of everything here. After death, people will return to the kingdom of Namu rule, supported by eight pillars, and black water surrounds the sky pillar. Next." Ye Qiusheng read the legend he had heard.
"In the dead kingdom of Namu, there is an army. They are called Zang Mu, which means Namu's eyes. Zang Mu will come to the earth in the wind, and they can see a person clearly The past and future will appear at the end of life, taking away the soul of the dead." Baili said lightly.
——Soul and soul, who is Shuer?
Who takes away the soul of the dead? The dead, who bound you?
——The dead return, the living tears!
Namu's army, the existence named Zang Mu, took away the souls of the dead and led under the eight pillars surrounded by black water.
"The girl is called Amu." Bailishu said softly, "Her eyes can see the past and the future."
Ye Qiusheng had no doubt about Bailishu's words. But a question floated in Ye Qiusheng's heart. If that girl's eyes could really see the past and the future, then what did she see Bailishu?
Ye Qiusheng went to look at Bailishu. This person stared at the ancient scroll in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't tell whether he cared about what Amu saw or whether he cared about Amu's ability itself.
He lowered his eyes, unable to see the joy and sadness.
But just now, although Bailishu’s voice was soft, it had an unspeakable meaning. Ye Qiusheng keenly noticed that when Bailishu said this sentence, his mood did not look like on the surface. It's the same as it goes up, without caring.
What does Bailishu care about?
Ye Qiusheng didn't understand.